The God Killer in the Comic World

Chapter 150

"To have such power!"

Facing the final trial of mankind, Ling Yun finally became more serious. He flew at a great speed, returned his power to one point in an instant, and punched out, hitting the face of dystopia hard. I don't know where to start. Since when, Ling Yun likes to hit the opponent's head in close combat.

Whether it is a high-ranking prince, a great god, or an elegant goddess, many enemies have been hit on the head by him. The terrifying power is like ten thousand The explosion of the collision of thousands of stars hit the Demon King's head without any doubt.

So what if he was the Demon King? In front of the earth-shaking power that crushed the stars, the Dystopian Demon King screamed and flew backwards, wearing a white robe. The shadow turned into starlight and flew out uncontrollably, and the mask showed large cracks, but it was not broken.

The demon king's flying figure seemed to have been hit by a cannonball, rolling like a lazy donkey, spinning continuously and flying out in the suburbs of the West District, This beautiful natural scene was turned into a mess.

The green grass was destroyed by wind pressure, the conspicuous flowers turned into powder, and the big tree that several people could not hold was broken by the waist.

"It's not over yet."

Staring at the flying figure, Ling Yun chased after him at a faster speed.

The devil gradually enlarged in his eyes. After leaping to his side, he struck a fierce knee to the lower back.

Boom——!

The atmosphere was blown away. Shaken, the houses in the countryside were crushed to pieces, and nothing was left, as if the sky was shaking. The dystopian demon king seemed to turn into a meteor, swaying with orange tail flames, and rushed towards the universe of Hakoba.

Ling Yun I didn't catch up immediately.

In the brief fight with Dystopia just now, the feeling of arms, legs and feet was not hard, as if there was some kind of resistance blocking it.

There was no feeling of punching to the flesh, so Ling Yun didn't know whether these attacks had hurt the Demon King, which made him quite regretful.

Dystopia was originally an invisible and formless concept Demon King. Later, because of Canary's actions, it had a deeper relationship with human history. Although the feel is different, it is a definite fact that Ling Yun has the upper hand at the moment.

The opponent is different from ordinary three-digit gods and Buddhas. In the past, when he first became the God Killer, all he could rely on were different powers. , but now, even if the god's spiritual power is weakened, without using any power, he can be in an invincible position against the closed world by relying only on pure strength and speed.

"We are compatriots with lofty ideals, a symbol of peace and tranquility, I am an ideal...enemy!"

With his body suspended in the universe, the Demon King of Dystopia suddenly exuded a ferocious aura that devoured everything. After finally realizing the gap between the two sides, he did not dare to exaggerate and turn the opposite side of his ideal land into the real"dystopia" The world unfolded.

Transformation was completed almost in an instant.

The false gods and the real devil

"this is...？"

The realm continues to lower, and the power of spiritual disturbance is intensified again.

Ling Yun knew that Dystopia was getting real.

The young man quickly flew to the universe outside the small garden, and saw that the dystopia had changed from before.

The white robe and mask turned into black, which is the opposite side of"white".

Even the low breath dissipated, replaced by the boiling power of the terrifying spirit.

This is the enemy of ideals, the antithesis of all that is good, what dystopia really looks like

"Finally willing to show up."

The young man looked forward.

A hundred meters away, looking at each other from afar.

The air in the universe is extremely thin and the temperature is extremely low, but it has no effect on Ling Yun.

Even if he doesn't need to breathe, it is not a problem for the young man.

"The disguised appearance has no effect in front of you. God-killer, I will defeat you here. After that, I will continue to lead mankind and let human creations and illusions collapse in faith."

The voices of dystopia have also become violent.

"Oh, what does the future of mankind have to do with me? I just want to beat you up."

Ling Yun flicked the holy spear, full of energy, and the fluttering clothes looked majestic and extraordinary.

"you...！"

The dystopian devil whose personality has changed is angered by the young man's inconsequential attitude.

However, Ling Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. When the Demon King still wanted to speak, he took a step forward. The speed far exceeded that of starlight, almost the same as teleportation. In one ten thousandth of a breath, he rushed forward again. Before the devil's eyes

"Delusion!"

As the dystopian devil roared, a circle of faint light spread. Wherever the light wave touched, time slowed down, and more frantic power surged through it. The intensity of eating the soul was infinitely greater than before. Times.

His power cannot be erased, no one can resist, and even the world will be swallowed up. The final trial of humans with three-digit souls affects the outer areas of the West District almost instantly.

Eat the souls and erase them The terrifying trial of traces devoured countless lives almost instantly. Ling Yun caught hundreds of falling meteors in the corner of his eyes.

It was a natural phenomenon after the fall of the gods.

Because the canary was taken away, he was heading towards The Alliance Legion marched into the Western Region for conquest.

Almost the moment they stepped into the high wall, some people felt short of breath and their bodies were as weak as if they had been drained. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers fell to the ground groaning as if they had been sucked dry.

What is even more frightening is that the bodies of some gods and humans are getting lighter little by little, and no matter how hard they try, it is of no avail.

Although Ling Yun always seems to be indifferent to things other than himself and the people he cares about, But at least he can be considered a member of the Little Garden, and some of the affected troops are former friends of Canary and Leticia.

Ling Yun rushed forward and swung the holy spear, and there were spaces cut in the traces. Bai Lian fell.

They burned and fell. Even a piece of Bai Lian the size of a football could easily blast a mountain into powder.

At the same time, Ling Yun also felt that the effect of simple attacks was getting smaller and smaller, as if he was hitting hard. It was like hitting cotton, causing no effective damage.

With one punch, the Demon King turned into invisible smoke and dissipated.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the young man's side.

"What's wrong? Is this all the power of the God Killer?"

Mysterious laughter rang in my ears.

Dystopia put his hands on Ling Yun's shoulders.

The stars in a radius of thousands of miles suddenly fell into darkness.