Return of the War God

The other four twelve-winged feather gods were struck by lightning, and their souls were all gone. They didn't even have the qualifications to see clearly, and they only had time to see the head of their companion that was removed!

But what made them even more desperate was that they found that they couldn't move!

An invisible force that was overwhelming and unstoppable imprisoned them!

They were twelve-winged feather gods!

How could this happen? ?

The twelve-winged feather gods whose heads were removed were still trembling at a distance, trying to reverse and return.

But they couldn't do it at all!

The Snow God Venerable, who was about to die, suddenly regained his freedom at this time, and immediately staggered back, gasping for breath.

But the Snow God Venerable was full of shock and disbelief, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

Not only him, but all the living creatures in the entire Xuanxin District were also motionlessly watching this scene in the void.

The removed head fell into the white and slender hands at this time!

Gently turned.

The twelve-winged feather god in the center saw a fair and handsome face.

His eyes were bright and his face was expressionless.

But he was close at hand, just staring at him indifferently.

"You, you..."

The eyes under the mask of the twelve-winged feather god were already filled with endless horror, disbelief, and fear!

With a tearing sound, the mask on his face exploded, revealing an old and frightened skinny face!

The appearance of this scene made the Snow God Venerable the first to react, and then his face flushed with excitement!

Just now, he was caught by the other party and was about to die, as fragile as an ant.

Now, this twelve-winged feather god was also caught by others like an ant, and his head was twisted off!

It was only a moment before and after.

At this moment, it was just like that moment.

How could the Snow God Venerable not be excited? ?

The one who suddenly descended was naturally Ye Wuque!

"Who are you?"

Although the skinny old man's head was twisted off, he was still alive and trembling at this moment!

Ye Wuque had no expression on his face. He held the head in one hand with a cold look in his eyes, and did not intend to answer.

But his right hand also began to slowly exert force!

Crack, crack!

"Ahhhh!!"

"No!!"

"You, you dare... Spare my life! I don't want to die! Spare my life!!"

The skinny old man let out a miserable roar for mercy and collapsed in an instant!

The Snow God Venerable not far away was already shaking with excitement!

Twelve Winged Feather God...so what? ?

Afraid of death too!

Also begging for mercy!

Just like an old dog! !

The head slowly began to deform in Ye Wuque's hand and was squeezed, like a cracked watermelon!

"No!!!"

"No!! Spare, spare..."

Crack! !

The shrill voice of begging for mercy stopped abruptly!

Because the head was crushed alive!!

Ye Wuque's right hand was covered with minced meat, blood, red and white, which looked shocking!

A twelve-winged feather god died more miserably than an ant in Ye Wuque's hands.

At this moment, the remaining twelve-winged feather gods of death saw everything that happened.

After feeling the indifferent gaze from Ye Wuque, they turned pale, their scalps numbed, and trembled!

The eyes looking at Ye Wuque were full of endless fear and anxiety.

Their companions were crushed to death in the hands of the other party without even the qualifications to resist!

They are not cats and dogs, they are twelve-winged feather gods!!

And the other party looks so young, only in his twenties!

When will there be such a terrifying existence in the Erheyu? ?

They didn't even know?

There is no intelligence at all? ?

Ye Wuque wiped his right hand stained with red and white on the body of a twelve-winged feather god casually.

This process made the remaining four twelve-winged feather gods stand on end, and their souls were trembling!

Swish, swish, swish!

The next moment, the strange masks on the faces of the four twelve-winged feather gods suddenly exploded.

All four faces were revealed in an instant.

Three men and one woman.

All were old men, and there was an old woman.

Although their faces were pale and trembling, it can still be seen that they must be high and mighty, pampered and well-off, and have the temperament of superiors.

Ye Wuque looked at these twelve-winged feather gods, and his eyes moved slightly.

These twelve-winged feather gods gave people the same feeling as the King Qiu Shi and the "Twelve Zodiac Signs" who were killed by him outside the Hidden God Zone a month ago.

In other words, they should be from the same place.

Click!

Ye Wuque's hand was placed directly on the head of a twelve-winged feather god.

The twelve-winged feather god's scalp suddenly numbed and trembled violently!

"What are you going to do..."

"Soul search!"

Ye Wuque directly launched the soul search.

Suddenly, the huge power of the soul spread out and swept across the void, and the twelve-winged feathered god immediately let out a miserable howl!

His body began to swell, his face began to twist, and then... Boom! !

He exploded!

Ye Wuque retracted his right hand.

Soul search is useful when it works, but it is easy to fail.

Immediately, Ye Wuque looked at the next one, his eyes were still indifferent.

The remaining three twelve-winged feathered gods were extremely pale, and it seemed that they couldn't even speak!

Ye Wuque didn't hesitate at all, and continued to grab one at random and put it on his head.

"No!! No!"

"Search the soul!"

Boom!

It exploded!

It failed again!

The last two are left.

Watching two companions die in front of him in this way, if they were not imprisoned in the same place, they would probably faint directly.

But Ye Wuque didn't care and continued to walk towards them, looking at them as if he was picking the fattest and the thinnest in the vegetable market, as if he wanted to choose two.

The appearance of this attitude, coupled with the invincible strength displayed by Ye Wuque, completely made the last two twelve-winged feather gods collapse, and their soul will no longer have any tough ideas, and they knelt directly.

Seeing this, Ye Wuque's eyes flickered.

These twelve-winged feather gods look... problematic!

Generally speaking, those who can practice to the level of "twelve-winged feather gods" will never be such a waste.

Don't you see that the ten-winged Snow God Venerable is tougher than them and is ready to die.

But the twelve-winged feather gods are like mud? They collapse at the touch of a button?

This doesn't make sense.

It's totally unworthy of this level of prestige!

"Don't search my soul anymore! I'll tell you what you want to know! I'll tell you everything!!" The old woman, the Twelve Winged Feather God, spoke tremblingly at this time, with a kind of begging.

The next moment, with a snap, another Twelve Winged Feather God fainted directly.

Ye Wuque looked at the old woman and said indifferently: "After you finish speaking, I will ask him, as long as there is a slight inconsistency between the two of you..."

As soon as these words came out, the old woman immediately trembled all over and nodded desperately!

"Why create killings?"

"Follow orders, follow orders!"

"Whose orders?"

"Yes, it is the great... Lord of the World!!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed.