N-A-A Chapter 610
Chapter 610
"This is the good son of my Yang family!"
"Well done!"
"If I can't save you, I will die with you!"
Yang Tingjun laughed out loud. This was the first time he heard his son's scolding so pleasantly. His eyes turned red.
Because he knew very well that
his children would definitely not survive.
Lin Dingtian covered his chest and stared at the Blood Demon Qintian Mirror. It was too cruel for him to watch his two daughters being killed.
And the mentality of King Tianwu collapsed directly. He moved his soul power like a madman, pumping and draining every bit of power in his meridians, and frantically attacked the Qintian Mirror.
A group of peak strong men attacked frantically, but the offensive was much weaker than before.
"Yingyue!"
"Fanchen!"
Di Weiyang's golden phoenix eyes were burning with holy fire, but they were emitting an extremely cold light. While holding the sacred sword high and slashing, he seemed to be sensing something outside the Black Blood Territory. His body was emitting special fluctuations, without any despair or giving up.
In the secret realm,
The evil god's countless pupils stared at the unruly blond young man below, and raised his middle finger in contempt.
"Dare to blaspheme me!"
"Die!"
Under the pressure of the evil god, Yang Jinghong's flesh and blood trembled and his teeth chattered, but he still maintained his unruly attitude of not fearing the heavens or the earth.
"Fuck you!"
"Even if you have the ability to kill your father Yang, you still have to be scolded by me, hahaha."
Zhan Yingying looked at the man who was shaking beside her in astonishment, but was pointing at the evil god and scolding him wantonly, as if she saw the arrogance and casualness she had always pursued.
This is a real gangster.
Even if you want to kill me, I will find a way to curse your ancestors and splash your brains all over you. In short, don't even think about being comfortable.
Just now she was very scared, knowing that she would not be able to escape this disaster today,
But now she was infected, standing side by side with Yang Jinghong, pointing at his nose and scolding him directly.
"If I have the ability, let that old dog Xuanwu stand behind you, the evil god, and drive you to deal with the old dog Baihu in front."
"Isn't the Blood Demon Cult Leader capable? Let him shout and help."
The evil god who despised the strength of the strong men in the Soul Martial Continent had a ferocious look at this moment, and he never thought that his mentality was broken by the scolding of two young men.
There was even a picture in my mind.
The great Holy Spirit was actually defiled and blasphemed like this? ? ? ?
"You die!"
"Your relatives and friends will die too!!"
The evil god reached out to the outside world along the Qintian mirror with one hand, covering the sky and the sun, grabbing Yang Tingjun and the others,
and the other hand covered the void, descending to crush Xiao Fengxian, Yang Jinghong and the others together, while Huang Ning'er's beautiful eyes were dull, not looking at the crisis in the void, as if she was lost, always looking at the black abyss, as if she was expecting the other party to come out alive.
But it was obvious that
there was no movement after going down for so long,
something had happened.
Huang Ning'er felt inexplicably depressed, and her heart was depressed. She couldn't tell what it felt like, and she wanted to vomit.
"Shua shua!"
The three beautiful figures almost coincidentally pushed in front of Yang Jinghong and the others.
Yang Xiruo's silver hair fell down, and the corners of her lips coughed up blood. Her beautiful and pale jade hand held up the dim purple lightning divine spear and pointed at the evil god's palm angrily.
Bai Yingyue's purple hair fluttered, and her beautiful eyes were full of hatred.
He,
indirectly killed her little brother.
Even if she died, she couldn't embarrass her teacher. She was a saint, not a rat. If she died, she would die before everyone.
Lin Shengyi looked at the evil god's hand that was crushing and landing with her beautiful eyes calmly. She glanced at the dark abyss with her peripheral vision and sighed in a complex and deep way.
Born at the wrong time,
unable to fight this damn fate.
"Get up--"
"Sword!"
The angel's holy light lit up in the inner world.
To everyone's surprise, Huang Yan actually took action. The angel's holy sword flew out from his forehead and seemed to merge with his palm.
The six-winged angel behind him held the big sun candle to illuminate the martial soul, and his flesh and blood bloomed with the extraordinary essence of the four worshipers.
He slashed the palm of the evil god with a domineering sword.
"I, Huang Yan, will not admit defeat and will not accept my fate!!"
Huang Yan's golden eyes were full of pride. He could accept his own death, but he could not accept not being able to take action because of cowardice.
Today in front of Luo Fanchen, he became a clown who was not taken care of by the other party, making him live a life worse than death.
"Boom!"
The golden holy sword only blocked the baby-like palm of the evil god for a moment, and then it was wiped out and flew out.
Huang Yan screamed, and blood mist burst out of his blood vessels. Like a pool of mud, he was violently shaken to the ground by the recoil of the palm.
"Weak angel power?"
"Heh,"
"There is no god, let alone a savior."
"Today you will all die, especially you, Golden HairBoy. "
"No one can save you!"
The evil god laughed coldly and cruelly, and when the big hand was about to crush Yang Jinghong and the others,
"Boom!!!"
The earth-shaking explosion shook the whole place,
The black sewage rushing in the black swamp suddenly burst into colorful light, illuminating the entire inner world, and even revealing the blood mirror.
Before everyone could react,
"Bang--"
As if it was hit by a terrifying force, the boiling black abyss water rolled back to the sky, and a majestic and domineering colorful young man soared into the sky.
The dragon roared and the void whistled.
In a flash, it was like a stunning blue dragon that cut through the sky, towering over Yang Jinghong and the others, raising his hand and punching out, forcibly blasting the evil god's big hand back, exploding a bloody hole, and endless polluted black blood fell from the void like rain, and angry screams rang out.
"Who!!! "
Yang Jinghong opened his mouth wide, his expression was extremely wonderful.
Huang Ning'er, who was in a state of dismay, stared at the back, while Yang Xiruo and Xiao Fengxian looked up in disbelief.
Shi Potian and other traitors were so stunned that they even screamed.
The young man, who was covered by the colorful divine light, looked up at the four-headed and eight-armed evil god above, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was calm and cold:
"Bastard."
"My people."
"You can't move!"