Supreme Demon

Chapter VIII Chapter of the Sea of ​​Death

The light of the gods turned into silk, falling down from the sky.

The eight true gods come from different forces and are leading figures. They are full of power, and the gods are also the power of the true gods. Naturally, they are extraordinary, and they have trapped everyone, and they are fierce and fierce.

However, due to the different methods of exercise, it is naturally impossible to achieve seamlessness. There will be gaps in the intersection of the gods and light. However, everyone is not an idiot, and naturally will avoid the cracks.

The next moment, the eight true gods also came in, bathed in the light of the gods, and flew toward the sea of ​​death.

"Hey, bang..."

When they approached the whirlpool, a violent riot, they rushed to the sea, stirred up in the light of the gods, splashed thousands of scorpions, even the light is shaking, a true **** can not help but tremble.

However, the huge force is limited, not enough to break the light, but this is the same, but also let everyone be scared, once the light is broken, I am afraid that everyone will be swallowed by the whirlpool.

That represents the **** of death!

"call out!"

The eight true gods drove the light prison, tore the whirlpool of the sky, and isolated into a stable enchantment. Then they quickly flew forward, and everyone could clearly see the huge storm like a tentacle. Crashing in the light of God, terrible fluctuations, and the blood of Wushen was cold.

In the gap between the eight gods, there is a raging frenzy that rushes in, and the crevices of the sound are squeaking, like ghosts blowing the lights, the shackles of the gods are intertwined with the dimness of the sea, sometimes shining, sometimes An annihilation gives a very gloomy feeling.

Ten miles!

This is not a step away for Ling Feng. For many martial arts, it is also within reach. However, in the light prison, they do not feel the flight of this time. On the contrary, they have time to be pumped. A slow feeling of separation.

The eight true gods are dignified and the more forward they are, the more they can feel the horror of the storm. Here, a five-level martial art enters, will be killed and crushed, and this is not the center of the whirlpool.

"laugh!"

Suddenly, a squadron flew out of the whirlpool, and the faint color was rusted with rust, passing through the gap, and flashing in the frenzy, it pierced the belly of a Wu Zun and pierced his dantian. .

"Oh!"

The Wu Zun was terrible, spit out seven big mouthfuls of blood, his body swelled, his eyes gradually darkened, and one fell on the light of God and was annihilated by the light.

This scene happened too quickly, and even many martial arts did not react. They thought that there would only be seawater infusion, and the power of raging was more terrible than the martial arts. However, no one thought that there would be a soldier, although it was decaying, but It is enough to kill them.

"Everyone is careful!" Jun smiled and shouted.

He opened up the nine gods, and covered the gods and all the people, and resisted as much as possible the rotten gods who flew in from the gaps.

However, he is not a true God. Naturally, it is impossible to take care of all people. He can only be kept by the people of God and not let them be injured.

at the same time.

Other forces, the Valkyrie, also sacrificed the light to prevent the Wuzongs from being killed by the mighty power of the sky.

"Hey..."

With the continuous deepening of the people, the whirlpool force is getting more and more violent, and a drop of water in the mad stream can penetrate the Valkyrie, that is, the eight true gods are doing their best, but even then, the eight gods are extremely fierce. In the crevice, the risk of being torn again.

And when they reached the place of thirty miles, the decaying gods, the broken magic soldiers, and the remaining pieces, were involved in the prison of light, driven by the madness, hitting in one On the light of the Tao, the light of the gods fell and the luster was dim.

In particular, the twelve holy mountains, they are relatively weak, the strongest of the martial arts, far from the laughter, Fan Lao, such a strong character, the Holy Light is naturally in a weak position, and those who are attacked by a sharp weapon are also particularly fierce.

Therefore, they can only count the gods of the gods, and together they push the power of God to maintain the eternal light, and even rotate.

"This whirlpool is not right!"

Ling Feng was frowning, and the four black holes on his body flashed out. The power of the gods was almost spurted out. However, now everyone’s mind is on the whirlpool, but no one notices.

At this moment, his Dantian ice-burning fire was glaring, and a butterfly above opened its wings. It was very vigilant to stare at the whirlpool. This made Ling Feng very heart-wrenching. Even this kind of life is taboo, which means that the sea of ​​death is unfathomable. .

"Do you want to say this?" Qiu Shuyi rolled his eyes and looked very cute.

Fifty miles!

Here gradually approaching the center of the vortex, the tide is straight into the sky, and the strange and violently falling, the Qiankun is reversed in this huge force, the whole sea is turbulent, and there is a secret force that is oppressing the light, like the hand of the god.

"what!"

A martial artist screamed, he was hit by a sharp weapon, and his body was cut off. The whole person fell into a frenzy and was smashed into blood by the raging water.

The next moment, a broken spire flew in, heavy force, bursting a ray of light, stabbed several Wu Zun and a martial god, no doubt, it is a martyr.

"It's getting scarier. I don't know how long we can hold on?" someone said in a low voice.

"This sea area has been buried with many martial arts and demon gods. After tens of thousands of years, the gods and sea water here have the power to kill the **** of war. It is hard to say that we can get through."

Everyone is very upset. They know that the eight true gods have tried their best, but this is different from the fact that they fly alone over the sea of ​​death. They don’t need to take care of so many people, and naturally they don’t have such great pressure.

Seventy miles!

Eight gods dimmed a lot, that is, even the true **** was also injured, like the **** of the gods of the gods is overflowing with blood, pale face like paper, he swallowed a god, and continue to motivate the power of the true God.

At this time, the fragments of the weapon of the gods were calmed down, but the people did not relax. They always had a sense of crisis that the storm was coming, and the warning signs in Ling Feng’s heart increased.

"Hey!"

Turbulent, a dim light flew in and scored into a **** of light, in the middle of a martial art body, in an instant, the face of the **** of war changed, the body stiffened.

In the next moment, his body was broken by an inch and an inch, like a broken earth and stone. The most important thing was that there was no blood in his body, as if it had been swallowed by that light.

"What a ghost thing."

People straighten their hair, and the dark light is like a demon, and people are flustered.

"Ding!"

At this time, the dark light flew in again, hitting the light of Jun Xiaoxiao, so that the light of the gods cracked a crack, and immediately, the dark light flew in, directly wrapped around the arm of a Valkyrie. .

"Crazed!"

The martial **** screamed, and one arm was directly abolished, like an abandoned stone, which was cut off.

"What is that?" Qiu Shuyi's eyes are all squatting, holding the arm of Ling Feng tightly, his face is white.

"A Thunder!"

Ling Feng said with certainty that he would not care too much about the various lightning bolts, and he could immunize a part of himself. Moreover, even the dark gods could hardly hurt him. The ordinary thunder would not be put in his eyes. .

However, this dark light is different!

It did not fall from the nine days, but emerged from the bottom of the sea. This has the feeling of breaking the rules of the heavens, and because of this, he feels horror.

It is normal for a person to walk to the land of Valkyrie step by step!

However, a bunch of flowers and a leaf turned out to be into the realm of Valkyrie after it was separated from the trees. This is incredible.

Tianyu gave birth to the gods, this is the normal state, but you heard that there are thunders on the bottom of the sea.

This is against the trend, just like Nie, it must be terrible.

And there is such an idea, not how smart the wind is, not because he has a wide range of knowledge, but because the sky-cutting butterfly is moving, and the light in the small eyelids is obviously shining.

There is no doubt that only Thunder lightning can make it so excited.

However, Ling Feng will not meet the requirements of the cut butterfly. This kind of thunder and lightning will be smashed even by the martial arts. Even the resistance can't be done. Is he a Wu Zun, isn't he looking for a dead end?

He just wants to calmly fly over the waters of Death and never set foot on this place.

However, things are often not satisfactory. He wants to avoid it. He can find himself on the door after a few troubles. After a few dark lights fly over, another dark light hits the light of the smile. impartial.

Then, the light broke through a gap, and a glimmer of dark light flashed straight into Qiu Shuyi.

"No!"

In the rest of the day, everyone’s face has changed. Qiu Shuyi is not a **** lord. Once the tragic death is here, the heavens will not say anything in the restricted area. I am afraid that it will be an endless situation in the future. Moreover, this road is coming. They also love this cute girl.

The blood on the face of Qiu Shuyi was retired, and her face was desperate. She wanted to dodge, but the speed was nothing more than a dark light, and she could only watch the dark light flying.

Frequently dead!

At that moment, she could only look at the wind, just... empty!

When everyone was scared, a person appeared in front of Qiu Shuyi, and his hands were on his chest, like turning into a heart. Under the inch of God, Ling Feng was just a step faster than that dark light. .

He couldn't watch the autumn of Jiu Shuyi dying, and he could only do his best!

"laugh!"

The next moment, the dark light hit the hand of Ling Feng, drowning him all over the body, and only after really feeling it, will he understand what is the thunder and thunder of lightning, which can be said to be the lightning of Nie.

And such lightning, bursting in the body of the warrior, even if it is a glimpse, is enough to destroy a martial god, and it is extremely fast, the color is dim, the general martial arts will be recruited.

Ling Feng’s face was white and his body was stunned. At the same time, the seven scorpions poured out blood. He clearly felt the breath of death. However, when the lightning thunderstorm was about to explode, Ling Feng’s palms flashed, a butterfly smashed, one bite That thunder was swallowed up.