"Oh my God, the sixth-layer demon soul of the ghost realm, that is a very fierce monster, and the strength of each demon soul is at least five times that of ordinary monsters of the same level."

"Damn, the Temple of the Gods is so crazy that it dares to confront the demon soul of the sixth layer of the Ghost Domain!"

"I see that the Temple of the Gods does not know whether to live or die, and it is destined to perish against the demon souls of the sixth layer of the Ghost Domain!"

"Brother Dan is right, the Lord of the Sixth Layer of the Ghost Domain is a full-level king BOSS, and he is the pinnacle of the full-level king BOSS, and his strength is on par with the Five Emperors, how can a small temple of gods fight against it."

"It is said that karma killed His Royal Highness the Underworld, this is the revenge of the Hades, there is a good show!"

……

Most players in the five continents are not optimistic about the Temple of the Gods, and in the face of the wrath of the Hades, which guild can resist?

At the headquarters of the Temple of the Gods, His Highness the Dark Wings were fierce and unstoppable, and he played a powerful skill, killing Wu Zifan and retreating, and his blood volume fell straight down.

It's not that Wu Zifan is not strong, but His Highness the Underwings is too strong, and his strength is better than that of the ordinary 320-level king boss, Wu Zifan, who is also powerless against His Highness the Underwings, and is full of dangers.

"Boy, you can walk thirty moves in my hands, and you are content to die." His Royal Highness the Stygian Wing became more and more fierce, his expression was proud, majestic, and a spear flew Wu Zifan, and the waterfall sent out a monstrous demon, and the killing move was heavy, and thousands of dark spears evolved, bombarding Wu Zifan's tall body.

Burst!

Wu Zifan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body flew upside down for 100 meters, and 12 million big injuries appeared, his whole body was injured, his body was incomplete, the blood stained his body red, and the amount of blood was 15 million left.

"Hades, sleepy!" His Royal Highness the Stygian Wing was unstoppable, formed the world, trapped Wu Zifan, cut off his back road, and at the same time waved the Stygian spear, killing Wu Zifan with the momentum of destroying mountains and rivers.

"It's not good, the president is trapped in the world of the Stygian Demon Soul, and he is in danger, everyone attacks with all their strength to rescue the president!"

"Brothers and sisters, let's fight!"

The Pantheon players are united, fearless of the mighty Wraith Wings, and unleash a fierce attack on its world.

The magic and immortal skills flew together, the sword light and sword shadows were vertical and horizontal, and a magic skill forbidden technique bombarded the world of the Underworld, but it only caused a ripple, and it was impossible to break through the barrier, let alone replenish Wu Zifan's blood. Seeing the boss's blood volume declining, they were anxious and angry, anxious that the boss was about to hang up, and angry that their strength was not enough and they could not do anything.

Zhan Tian and Zhibi wanted to go to support, but they were entangled by the demon spirits and couldn't get out. Some of them were unable to protect themselves, and they were beaten by demon spirits and were out of breath. In addition, the players who have the strength of the God Realm in the Temple of the Gods are not as good as the Stygian Wings, and they are miserable in Zhantian.

Some powerful demon souls pounced on the players of the Temple of the Gods, which can be described as devastating, everywhere, rivers of blood flowed, mourning was everywhere, and the Temple of the Gods suffered heavy losses.

God-level players, there are no god-level players in the Temple of the Gods, and I can't talk about dominating the five continents, I must become a god-level player. At this moment, Wu Zifan and the writer had the same idea in their hearts, that is, to become god-level players.

"Boy, it's time to finish!" His Royal Highness Hades is angry, the dignified generation of three hundred and twenty level king boss, and the son of Hades, if you can't take the little martial king within fifty moves, what face do you have to meet your father and fellow villagers, just buy a piece of tofu and kill it.

Wear the sky!

His Royal Highness the Stygian Wing cast an ancient forbidden technique to pierce the sky, a spear was thrown, the avenue was reversed, and the demon god flew and roared at the spearhead, the momentum was violent, the sound was mighty, penetrating the void, and evolving a terrifying vision of the Dark Spear piercing through one piece of heaven and earth after another, shooting towards Wu Zifan with unparalleled lethality.

Click!

Wu Zifan's protective light shield cracked in response, unable to withstand this blow, and under the strong binding force, he could not dodge, and was naked under the dark spear.

"I'm dying!" Wu Zifan screamed, began to burn the source of life, and used the strongest killing move to blow himself up, preferring to die rather than let His Royal Highness have a good time.

It is better to be broken than to be complete.

At this moment, a dark green light fell from the sky, overflowing with the breath of life, containing a looming initial power, and it was difficult to detect its existence without careful experience. Under the shocking eyes of everyone, the dark green light easily penetrated the world of the Hades Wing Highness and landed on its Hades spearhead, which would fly away and save Wu Zifan.

"Whoever moves my brother, die!" A cold and domineering voice resounded throughout Yangwei City, and it spread to every part of the city, and a young immortal master stepped on the colorful light of the clouds that flickered through the sky, and descended a vibrant green light, which fell on Wu Zifan's body, recovering three million health points per second.

He stood in front of His Highness the Stygian Wing, looked at it coldly, and said word by word: "You, die!" ”

Crazy, crazy! This is not a cloud, who else can it be?

The immortal master dares to call the three hundred and twenty level king boss, either he has a problem with his head, or he has strong strength, and Yun Guo naturally belongs to the latter.

"The Boss of Cause and Effect is back, and you are doomed to die demon souls!"

"The boss of cause and effect is out, one is ten thousand."

"As soon as the mad immortal comes out, who will compete?"

When the players of the Temple of the Gods saw Yun Guo, they were as if they had taken a stimulant, and they were very excited, and their fighting spirit was soaring. In their hearts, Yun Guo is better than the great god of creation, there is no god to replace, and they are even more called: As soon as the mad immortal comes out, who will compete?

"Cause and effect, you are cause and effect." The cold light in His Highness the Stygian Wing's eyes flickered, and the hand holding the Stygian Spear increased his strength, put away his contempt, and knew from the blow just now that the other party was a ruthless character and a peerless master.

"Those who are about to die, why bother to ask and suffer death!" Yun Guo was very simple, turned on the blessings of the Creation God and the Blue Emperor, and directly crashed into His Highness the Stygian Wing, acting domineering and strong.

"Look for death!" His Royal Highness the Hades Wing was furious, the other party's behavior was undoubtedly contempt for him, as the son of the Hades King, with noble bloodlines and talents, wherever he went, he was held by the stars, when did he receive this kind of treatment. His Royal Highness the Stygian Wing was furious, the demonic energy was rolling all over his body, and the demon god behind him was flying, picking the stars and taking the moon, swallowing the sky, rushing forward with arrows, facing the clouds.

Bang!

With a loud bang, His Highness the Stygian Wing flew out of the river like a kite with a broken string, his body cracked, and his head broke and blood flowed.

—6200000

A 6.2 million damage rose from the body of the Stygian, and this was not enough, followed by 180,000 bleeding damage, and he fell into a state of dizziness.

On the other hand, Yun Guo retreated 100 meters back, and the damage of 3.3 million yuan was early, which was no big problem. He flashed in front of His Stygian Highness, the staff of life piercing through his chest, unleashing eighteen million critical hits that dealt irreparable damage.

The dark green staff flowed, and a stroke of immortal magic fell, drowning His Highness the Stygian Wing, beating the skin and flesh, screaming in the sky, and the blood volume fell down, less than twenty percent in the blink of an eye.

"No, this king is the son of the Hades King, with a noble bloodline, how can he be defeated at the hands of a little immortal master, I am not reconciled to ......"