"Heaven, is it you who killed my warriors?"

The ancient bronze spear shows its true nature under the infusion of divinity. The sharp spear tip extends and burns with bloody flames.

The entire spear tip presents a bright red of high temperatures, like a metal that is about to melt, vaguely showing a hint of transparency.

A strong man more than two meters tall pointed at him in one hand with a spear in his hand. From a long distance, Zhao Yinshun could feel the hot and bloody smell coming to his face.

However, ignoring the desperate pressure, the boy in white rubbed his chin without realizing it, frowned in confusion.

"Who are you slandering me when you come up. I, Zhao Yinshun, have done all my good deeds in my life. How could I kill your people?"

The majestic and cruel strong man's aura was obviously stagnant, and an even more violent anger surged.

"Qinglongjing, I have a whole team of Mino warriors killed by you. Today I will make you pay the price!"

The overwhelming divine flame spread three inches outside the body. Zhao Yinshun supported his chin, thought carefully, analyzed carefully, and finally hit the palm suddenly.

"Oh! I remembered it! There was a team of bulls blocking the road."

After suddenly realizing, the boy looked at the enemy with apologies and scratched his head with a silly smile.

"I thought this cow is a girl, so I chopped it into meat sauce. If you think my sauce is not evenly chopped..."

Before he finished speaking, Ares clearly aware that the other party was mocking him, and his eyes were filled with tyrannical blood.

"die!"

The bright red spear tip appeared outside the body without any warning. Before the body could reach the body, the attached blood-colored flame penetrated the protective energy, touching the skin under the weakening of the [Snow Dragon Suit], making Zhao Yinshun's body burn and painful.

The joke on his face gradually faded away, and the divine light in the boy's pupils condensed, and time slowly slowed down in his eyes.

[High-dimensional Vision] Under the face, the world gradually became still. As the tip of the spear pierced the protective energy like a hot knife piercing through butter, Zhao Yinshun thought, and countless gilded inscriptions appeared out of thin air, combined with the energy, and burst out with the sharp and unstoppable platinum divine light.

[Vajra Indestructible Powers]!

[Wild God Shattered Star Power]!

The two magical abilities merged and condensed, but they still could not stop the spear from puncture, just adding a piece of resistance to it.

Without mythological personality and mythological attributes, the simple divine authority seemed very powerless under the true and true ancient artifact. Zhao Yinshun became aware of it, and he transformed his fighting style without hesitation, and he retreated in an instant.

【Instant Step】!

The spear blade tore a huge gap on the protective energy, but did not hurt the enemy at all. Only the burning flames left a burnt yellow on the snow-white brocade suit.

Swish ~

It flashed hundreds of meters like teleportation. The boy in white looked down at the burnt yellow on his body, and his careless banter completely disappeared.

The dark and deep eyes raised slightly, and an inexplicable sense of oppression penetrated the world. The invisible oppression distorted reality, slowly compressing the divine flame that was indefinitely swallowed and spitting around Ares. In the end, only a few centimeters of flame were left to shaking.

Even the Fengshentai cannot completely isolate this pressure. The sense of oppression that penetrates time and space is transmitted to the material world. People around the Fengshentai feel this magic power, and their hearts are inexplicably tightened and they are vaguely suffocated.

"It's so scary. The mythical ancestor in my family is not so oppressive when he gets angry..."

"Wuanjun...is it really only has the fourth level?"

"It's the fifth level. A few days ago, His Highness the eldest princess named him [Liuyin Pluto Kingdom]. Now he is the real title of [Duke of the Pluto Kingdom] in charge of one country!"

As soon as this said, looking at the young man who looked like a god on the [Fengshen Platform], a faint sourness flowed in everyone's hearts.

From Wu'an Jun to Champion Hou, and then to Liuyin Zhuguo, in just over a year, they witnessed the miraculous rise of the boy.

So fast... it can't react!

Many people only feel that in a flash of kung fu, there is a towering figure in the world that they are out of reach.

But that figure is still so young!

He is already in charge of a country at the age of sixteen and is competing for power with other gods of war gods. What was he doing when he was sixteen?

It seems that I am still chopping rapeseed flowers with a wooden sword...

When everyone thought of this, they looked at the unreal ethereal boy on the Fengshen Platform, and felt that his cheeks were sore and painful.

On the battlefield, Zhao Yinshun stared at the enemy not far away and whispered quietly.

"You just died a few cows and actually attacked me so much. [Snow Dragon Clothing] But my master made it with one stitch and one thread. You actually burned it..."

"Aren't you bullying honest people?!!"

Holding the ancient artifact in his hand tightly, Ares stared at the enemy in front of him for a moment, and his breathing gradually became solemn.

Although he didn't understand the enemy's strange whispers very much, he could feel some incomprehensible terrifying force evaporating and compressing in the opponent's body, condensing into a devastating and violent divine nature.

He has only occasionally felt similar powers in the [Thunder] left by the God King.

But that is the original authority that even gods can easily destroy!

This mere fifth-level heresy in front of him would never be able to activate even if he held the same level of authority!

His person, his strength, and his spirit and flesh cannot bear it...

With a clear understanding, Ares held the spear tightly with both hands and fitted up without fear.

No matter whether the other party is bluffing or not, he cannot be allowed to continue to accumulate strength!

On the other side of the battlefield, staring at the "slowly wriggling" enemy, Zhao Yinshun coldly curled the corner of his mouth, and the [multi-dimensional self] in the deep sea of ​​consciousness stopped at the same time, and instantly melted and dissipated.

The divine nature of the split returns, the divine resonance of the high above oscillates, and the divine and evil light of purple gold flashes in his eyes, and soon turns into cold and ruthless pure darkness.

The backhand grabbed the backhand without squinting eyes, the five fingers spiral tightly, the three-dimensional attributes of [Essence], [Qi], [God] are activated to the extreme, and under the guidance of the mysterious mythical authority, twisting the boundaries between matter and energy, bringing the illusory concept into a real sword of destruction.

Scream ~

As the five fingers gathered, a gorgeous dark golden sword appeared out of thin air, and was sheathed from the void bit by bit, releasing the purest black light of destruction.

【Phantom Sword · Luohu】

The destructive sword intent that cannot be seen directly penetrated into time and space, just staring directly at the twisted and entangled black light on the sword body, a stinging pain came from everyone's soul, and the brain was like a red-burned steel cone inserted into a stirring back and forth, as if it was about to be melted by the black light and completely decomposed into nothingness...

Some people with weak strength even closed their eyes involuntarily, and two blood and tears flowed from the corners of their eyes.

Even the gods and Buddhas who are always paying attention to the situation on the battlefield have lost their calmness, and their rolling emotions have set off a terrifying energy tsunami in the void.

"This power...this sword intent...is actually him??!!!"

"He actually created the kendo that was enough to be sainted before?"

"No! It's impossible. He was only level 4 at that time. Not to mention the experience realm, it's impossible for the person to create such swordsmanship alone!"

"Then... Duanmusheng?!!"

"Wake up! Duanmusui is a master's rank, not a sword immortal of [Xuanming Gonghuatian]!"

"It should be the one who created this swordsmanship to teach him, and that's right, such a talented and beautiful jade, if I don't stick to my own opinions, I want to impart what I have learned throughout my life!"

……………………

Not knowing the discussions of the gods and Buddhas in the void, Zhao Yinshun held a long sword in his hand and raised it to his side.

The black light of destruction on the Dark Gold Sword is unstable. Wherever you pass, even clear cracks have been cut from time and space, which are difficult to heal for a long time.

A pair of vast and ruthless dark pupils reflected Ares's gradually twisted expression, and the terrified and trembling emotions "slowly" eroded his cheeks.

In the slow time flow of [high-dimensional vision], Ares could not stop the charge at all. In the dark, a cruel and violent divine nature reversed along the illusory river of time and poured directly from the void.

He realized that the enemy was using the power of the future to enter the [Shen Shen posture]. During the near-fixed time, Zhao Yinshun's mouth rose slightly, and the light between heaven and earth collapsed slowly and fell into the long sword in his hand, leaving only a pure darkness.

One billionth of a second later, the devastating dark sword aura flashed away. When the world returned to its beauty, the two had already switched positions and stood with their backs.

The upper body leaned forward slowly stood up straight, Zhao Yinshun gently pulled the sword flower, held the left hand as a sheath, and slowly inserted the gorgeous dark gold sword back into the "scabbage".

The desperate sword of destruction disappeared little by little between his hands, and Ares, like a stone sculpture, turned his body stiffly, as if he wanted to say something.

But a pure black line on his neck that was thinner than his hair gradually expanded and spread, and soon dyed his entire neck into a chaotic nothingness containing all colors.

“ρη!”

In the long river of time, a tyrannical roar spreads across time and space, using his real name as a connection, forcibly erasing his past self.

The continuous spreading Chaos Sword Aura squirmed, and in the confrontation at the law level, it turned from virtual to real little by little, like a hideous black snake squirming and twisting around Ares' neck.

"Master told me to cultivate myself and be kind to others during this period, so I can't have fun with you. Alas... I originally wanted to wait for the secret instruments and demonic energy to penetrate deeper, but now it seems that you don't have this blessing..."

The dark gold sword gradually became transparent and empty completely disappeared. Zhao Yinshun let go of his hands, turned his back to Ares and looked up at the void. The dark vision penetrated the barriers of time and space, as if he was directly looking at the powerful gods in the future.

"roar!"

The roar full of primitive and violent shaking the time and space. Behind the boy in white, the divine authority of conflict was completely out of control. The tall and burly man's neck exploded, and a ferocious head flew into the sky.

But the next second, endless divine power emerged out of thin air, and granulations creeped on the white spine of the headless corpse. The head in the sky seemed to be pulled by invisible force, slowly falling down, and floating above the seeping flesh and blood gap.

The pale spine grows and spreads at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bloody wounds on the shoulders and necks slowly heal. The tiny muscle fibers move like insects, entangle and combine to form solid pieces of meat.

Turning around slowly, looking at the ferocious face that was about to break, Zhao Yinshun smiled slightly and raised his hand to grab it.

【Despair of fate】

It seemed that he felt the most precious original material being plundered. The powerful existence at the other end of the long river of time roared, and a colorful vortex suddenly unfolded in the void behind Ares, and in an instant, he sucked his tall and burly body into it.

The spiral tightened five fingers held hard, and the invisible mist in the sky collapsed and condensed, turning into a clear and beautiful colorful crystal in the palm of Zhao Yinshun.

Deprived of creation
To be continued...