Supreme God Emperor

"Who?"

Ling Che looked around, and immediately, dozens of guards dispersed.

Bang bang bang...

But at this moment, a series of low bangs burst, and a series of blood mist spread. Suddenly, a dozen guards snorted, fell to the ground and rolled.

"Poison! It is a clan of Sky-Eyed Profound Snake."

Ling Che immediately protected Ling Yuan behind him and looked forward.

There, the two figures looked like a fairy born in the dust, with a sonorous war spirit, looking at everyone.

"Feng Yuer!"

"Purple Light Smoke!"

Seeing the two of them, Ling Che's face suddenly became gloomy.

"I thought you had fled back to your clan in despair!"

"Thank you Master Lingche." Zi Qingyan said with a faint smile: "I was delayed for a few days by you, so I rushed back and just happened to meet you."

"How does the bone poison taste? Zi Qingyan is now arrogant in front of me."

"I have forgotten the taste of bone poison, but the feeling of being attacked by someone is really uncomfortable."

The two faced each other tit-for-tat, and immediately faced each other coldly.

At this moment, Ling Che saw that Feng Yu'er and Zi Qingyan had returned to their peaks, and they did not look like they were disturbed by toxins, and he was even more angry.

The two men appeared now, making it clear that they wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate.

"It seems that the two of you are more arrogant when you recover. Do you want them to besiege and kill dozens of us?"

"But you are only a Saint King's extreme position, so you won't be afraid of us!"

Feng Yuer stepped forward.

"I'll deal with it here." Zi Qingyan shouted, "I have to pay for the grace of a palm."

"Those who are in the Saint King's position, leave it to you!"

"Alright!"

Feng Yuer's face was cold at the moment, and a green glow flashed out between her fingers.

"If you look for death, my son will fulfill you!"

Ling Che shouted: "Ling Zeyu, Ling Zetian, you two, lead someone to stop Feng Yu'er."

"Yes!"

Ling Zeyu and Ling Zetian are the two commanders of the Necronomicon Guild, the Saint King's realm, and the other Saint Kings' realm, although they can't kill Feng Yu'er, they stop Feng Yu'er. It's always okay.

"Brother, I'll help you!"

"You protect yourself." Lingche said: "You are no more than the middle position of the Saint King. Facing them will distract me."

Hearing this, Lingyuan had to nod his head.

Zi Qingyan let out a soft drink at this moment, stepped out in one step, his murderous aura was concentrated, and he rushed directly to Lingche.

Feng Yu'er was also unceremonious at this time, stepping out, facing a few people led by Ling Zeyu and Ling Zetian.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yuan hated his lack of strength secretly.

The Saint King's mid-position, within the Kunxu realm, can stand up to his feet, but at this moment, the opponent facing the eldest brother is in the Saint King's extreme position.

"Young Master Lingyuan seems very melancholy?"

In an instant, a cold voice sounded, and Mu Yun held the Chi Ling in his hand, killing him instantly.

"Ok?"

Ling Yuan staggered and avoided, and several guards of the Saint King's position around him hurriedly protected.

"Go away!"

A shot was opened, and Mu Yun's spear was in his hand to kill Ling Li.

boom……

A guard of the saint king's small position was killed directly.

One shot, kill!

"This is... Solid Spirit Spear Art!"

Ling Yuan reacted at this moment, looked at Mu Yun, and shouted: "Good boy, you saved Feng Yu'er and Zi Qingyan?"

"It just so happens that my son killed you today. If it weren't for you, how could there be such trouble."

Ling Yuan let out a deep cry, with a simple sword in his hand, directly shot towards Mu Yun.

Seeing Lingyuan killed, Mu Yun's heart was full of fighting spirit at the moment. This was the first battle after reaching the Kunxu realm. Although it was a small stage facing a mid-range realm, Mu Yun was not afraid at all.

With one shot, two figures fought against each other instantly.

The remaining guards couldn't intervene at all at this moment, they could only watch carefully.

"It turns out that it's just a holy king's small position. In front of me, you don't have your arrogant capital."

Ling Yuan snorted, and Pu Dao gleamed. This knife was obviously a fourth-rank sacred tool, a fourth-rank sacred tool, also known as a nightmare sacred tool, with a power that confuses the enemy.

Each of the nine sacred artifacts has a unique rune breath, and the gap is huge.

Only Mu Yun, who holds the Chi Ling in his hand, is not worried about this. Although the fourth-rank sacred artifact is powerful, Chi Ling is not a vegetarian.

"Spirit binding!"

A shot slashed out, and on the spear, the source force surged, and the powerful surging aura turned into a thread of flexibility, bound to Lingyuan.

"This little trick is not enough?!"

Ling Yuan swung a knife, and between the sharp blades, the cracking sound of crackling sounded, and the entangled source force silk threads were cut off.

"If it kills you so easily, then you are too stupid."

Mu Yun smiled indifferently: "I wonder if you can follow this time?"

In an instant, Ling Ling Zhan shot out again, and between the flashing of the spear light, a trace of black flame spread out, it was the undead fire that was born from the **** of bird fan.

The Undead Fire and Yuanhuo are very different, but their respective powers are overbearing and different.

Yuanhuo has his own arrogance and is unwilling to give in.

The undead divine fire is more born in the Suzaku clan, and it is more able to be driven. At this moment, Mu Yun merges the immortal divine fire with the spirit-binding slash. The spear pattern emitted by the spirit-binding slash carries the condensed spirit of the immortal fire at this moment. Power is more powerful.

The powerful aura swept waves one after another, rushing out, showing the momentum of attending the volume, the entangled source force branch lines, at this moment, covered like a fire net, covering the Lingyuan.

"cut!"

Ling Yuan let out a low cry and cut it out again with a single knife, revealing the powerful aura of the Saint King's mid-level realm.

"useless!"

That knife was cut out again, but it didn't completely cut off the fire net. Instead, the fire net took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward more violently.

"Try again!"

Mu Yun yelled, and stepped forward.

Shadow of Yin Ling!

The second form of the Guling Spear Jue, directly fell, and in an instant, the source force that swarmed in instantly diffused.

The powerful breath was overwhelmingly suppressed, and Ling Yuan felt that his life was threatened at this moment.

"Kill him, hurry!"

At this moment, Ling Yuan roared directly.

Swish...

The remaining dozen people rushed forward at this moment and killed Mu Yun.

"A lot of people are of no use to me."

With a wave of the spear, the light of the gun bloomed.

咚咚咚...

The figures were repelled in embarrassment at this moment, and even worse, they died tragically on the spot.

When Mu Yun was in the realm of saints, great saints, and ancient saints, the aura of life gathered was too strong, otherwise, it would not be possible to reach the limit of the holy position's ten million years of life.

Although he has consumed five million years of life, he has smelted the sacred art he practiced in the three-dimensional world, the sacred tools he used, and his comprehension, but because of this, he opened the door of reincarnation and his cultivation was back on track. At this moment, he It is an unparalleled breath.

Although it is said that the Saint King is in a small position, but this realm can be said to be invincible in the same realm.

In the face of Lingyuan in the mid-level realm, he can also rely on the strength of the undead divine fire and the four spirits divine fire in his body to completely suppress it.

Those dozen figures were killed one by one, but they couldn't resist Mu Yun's powerful attack at all. Mu Yun's vitality, blood, and power were not like the strength of a small position.

Ling Yuan's body trembled even more at this moment.

How does this guy practice?

This level of intensity can't be reached even in the mid-range.

"no solution anymore!"

Ling Yuan's face was cold at the moment.

At this moment, the hands suddenly changed, the flesh and blood gradually collapsed, and replaced by a white bone palm.

A pair of white bone palms gradually changed to black at this moment, and a trace of danger message was transmitted from those hands.

At this moment, Mu Yun saw Ling Yuan's behavior and became cautious.

At this moment, on the other side, Lingche was also worried when he saw this scene.

In the ordinary sage king's small position, how could he persecute his brother to use the necromantic methods.

Where did this young man come from?

"Boy, you forced me, if that's the case, let's go to death more easily!"

Ling Yuan shouted in a low voice, waved his hands, and slaughtered towards Mu Yun.

Mu Yun clearly understood how mighty this bone-poisoned palm was, he naturally wouldn't fight it hard.

However, Lingyuan came here by force and instead gave him a chance.

The toxins of Zi Qingyan and Feng Yu'er, but he cleared them, he still had some understanding of the toxins.

The undead divine fire and the four spirits divine fire gathered around him at this moment. In Mu Yun's eyes, murderous intent appeared. Between one step, the two divine fires directly condensed into the state of dragon and phoenix at this moment, and rushed towards Lingyuan.

"Go away!"

The dead soul's bone palm slammed open at this moment, a powerful breath, overstepping, a powerful breath, carrying toxins in the sky, blocking the fire wave.

After all, Lingyuan was in the middle of the Saint King, and he was even better in terms of the strength of the source.

"Sure enough to be a member of the Necromancer!"

Mu Yun sighed and laughed: "I don't know if your Necromancer can withstand the poisonous palm of your Necromancer!"

Mu Yun's words fell, and suddenly, from within the two divine fires, a black air current suddenly condensed, and that air current turned into a small snake, following the divine fire directly into the poisonous palm of Lingyuan.

"Ok?"

Ling Yuan was taken aback at this moment, but then his face changed.

The dead spirit poison gas in the dead spirit's poison palm did not match the dead spirit poison gas in his body. The two poison gases suddenly intersected and ran across the body.

His mother is a member of the Necromancer, but his father is a human being, and he can't control the Necromancer's poisonous gas as he wants.

Right now, two air currents rushed into the body instantly, and the violent breath and toxins spread in the body.

"what……"

Ling Yuan screamed at this moment, and his body flew upside down. How could Mu Yun let go of this opportunity, Chi Ling slammed out, and the two divine fires entangled.

"go to hell!"

A shot stabbed out, and two divine fires came immediately.

At this moment, Ling Yuan's entire body was filled with black toxins, and he couldn't take care of himself, let alone guard against Mu Yun.

Na Chi Ling pierced his body with a shot, and in an instant, the two poisonous gases were entangled and burst apart.

Rumbling...

A popping sound sounded, and Ling Yuan's entire body completely exploded.

"Lingyuan!"

In the distance, Ling Che was completely stunned when he saw this scene.

Ling Yuan was killed, and was killed by Mu Yun in the small position.

Mu Yun looked indifferent at this moment, looking at Lingche: "This is your toxin. I just collected it and returned it to you."

As soon as this words came out, Ling Che's eyes filled with murderous aura.

"I remember you!"

"Boy, go to Qiongbi and go to Huangquan, this life, I will kill you!"

When the words fell, Ling Che stepped back, and the sky filled with poisonous gas unfolded, and the figure was standing away at this moment...