Innate Kill the Holy Lord?

How is this possible!

Mo Yu was shocked to the extreme, in his cognition, the level of the Holy Lord was already the pinnacle of the Sage realm, and the true power in his body had begun to transform into Zhengang, and he had the great power that only some great sages could exert!

High above, above ordinary saints!

Even in the holy realm inhabited by the Xuanniao Divine Clan on the other side of the starry sky, a strong person at the level of the Holy Lord is enough to dominate one side, and he is called the Divine Lord, who can rule over all the people and establish a country!

Moreover, the strong people at the Holy Lord level have a lot of means to save their lives, and it is almost impossible to die unless it is the Great Sage who makes a move. [with _ dreams] е

Mo Yu himself is at the Holy Lord level, and he is a Protoss who can naturally grasp some of the power of the law, and he is more powerful than a normal Holy Lord level martial artist, but even so, he does not dare to guarantee that he can add a Holy Lord of the same realm.

Innate Kill the Holy Lord!

How is this possible, there can simply be no such thing!

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Yu stared at Yu Junling with extremely fierce eyes, and said, "Innate level ants will be easily crushed to death when facing the Holy Lord, and they are as small as dust compared to the Holy Lord!"

It is absolutely impossible for such an outrageous thing as an innate killing of the Holy Lord, even if the Great God of Wuyao is in the congenital time, he can only compete with ordinary sages!

What kind of Xuantian is the one you are talking about, how can it surpass the Great God of Wuyao, you woman must be deceiving me, see how I punish you! Enjoy it!"

As he spoke, he raised his palm, and his fingertips condensed a pitch-black light as sharp as a knife, wanting to tear Yu Junling's clothes apart, and then insult her to the fullest, forcing her to submit, and handing over the exercises she had cultivated.

Ding Ding Ding!!

At this moment, a piece of jade hanging from Mo Yu's waist suddenly vibrated and made a crisp sound, he frowned and stopped attacking, patted the jade lightly, and was about to ask......

"Come on, come to the capital of this country! Here is the Holy Lord, what a powerful Holy Lord! Ah! Boom ......"

This is a voice message.

And it was still sent in groups, and it was sent to all the Holy Lords of the Xuanniao Divine Race who came to the earth.

Leave a message for help!

This is actually a message for help, and in the end it ended with a scream and roar, you don't have to think about it to know that the Xuanniao Protoss of this message is dead!

"What! In this declining Central Heavenly Domain, there are still people who can kill my Xuanniao God Clan, don't you want to live?"

Mo Yu was suddenly furious, he had always been proud of his identity as a Protoss, thinking that the Central Heavenly Domain at this time was just a group of ants, which could be bullied casually, but now he actually heard the sound of the people of the Xuanniao Protoss being killed!

Wrath!

Unparalleled rage!

"No matter who you are, as long as you dare to kill my Xuanniao God Clan, you must die!" Mo Yu roared angrily and rose into the sky, but he did not forget Yu Junling next to him.

With a wave of his hand, a pitch-black light was condensed, enveloping Yu Junling, and then this pitch-black light flew into the sky with him, heading towards the capital!

......

At this time, the capital.

Most of the Forbidden City had been reduced to ruins, countless treasures of civilization had been destroyed, and the thirteen Holy Lords of the Xuanniao Divine Clan were standing in the air.

"You actually dare to kill the people of my god race, the lowly human race, the waste like ants, who gave you the guts!?" One of the Holy Masters of the Xuanniao God Clan rushed back to the crown, his eyes swept over the thunder that was still flickering in the distance, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the six figures in front of him.

On the opposite side of the thirteen Holy Lords of the Xuanniao Divine Clan, six figures stood in the air, all with various colors of light on their bodies, although some were strong and some were weak, but they were all imposing and awe-inspiring.

This is the Eastern Prince, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, the Thunder Puhua Tianzun, the Chiyan Ji, the Pure Dust Golden Mother, and Song Ningran.

The prince of the Middle East, Chi Yan Ji, and the Pure Dust Golden Mother are all strong at the level of the Holy Lord, and their strength is extremely strong, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu and the Thunder Puhua Tianzun are also peerless divine skills that they have cultivated, and their strength is extremely strong, and they can also fight one or two when they encounter the Holy Lord.

Only Song Ningran, although she has completely refined the power of dragon qi and has the strength of the peak of the saint who is almost at the level of the saint master, but after all, the actual combat experience is too little, and in the current battle situation, she can only play guerrilla assistance.

But even so, the Eastern Prince's side also spelled out the two Holy Masters of the other party, making the other party's fifteen Holy Masters become thirteen.

It's just that the Thunder Puhua Tianzun was also seriously injured, and it was difficult to continue fighting.

"Are these people the Xuanniao Protoss?" Song Ningran looked at these "people" in front of him with some surprise, wearing black feather clothes, with a deep and vast aura, and extremely domineering.

In order to find Qin Heng, she took Qin Yun and others to run around the country, and met Xue Qinan, who was also looking for Qin Heng's whereabouts, and then they also came to the headquarters of the Mythology Organization in the capital, ready to share information and find Qin Heng's whereabouts.

But within a few days, more than a dozen Saint Lord-level powerhouses of unknown origin suddenly attacked the headquarters of the Forbidden City's Mythical Organization.

If it weren't for the fact that there was already a large defensive array set up by the Eastern Princes and the Western Emperors here, I am afraid that they would all be destroyed on the spot because they were caught off guard, after all, it was fifteen Saint Lord-level powerhouses who came!

But even so, most of the Forbidden City was destroyed, many warriors died, and even the core members of the mythical organization such as Chunyangzi and Shuide Xingjun were seriously injured.

Yun Lingsu was also dying because of protecting Qin Yun's life, and was directly pierced through her heart by the aftermath of a Holy Lord's attack, if it weren't for the Pure Dust Golden Mother who happened to be next to her and treated her in time, she would probably be dead now.

"That's right, according to the description recorded in the classics, these people should be the Xuanniao Divine Clan. The prince of the east looked solemn, pointed to the giant ship in the sky, and said, "It is from above." ”

"Why, why do they have to do this?" Qin Yun was taking care of Yun Lingsu, looking at the devastated Forbidden City, as well as the many seriously injured martial artists, an irrepressible anger surged in his heart, pointing at the thirteen Holy Lords of the Xuanniao Divine Clan, and roared angrily: "Why!"

She has a very good relationship with Yun Lingsu, just now I saw Yun Lingsu being hit through her heart by an aftermath for her, and she almost died, and now she is really, really angry!

But it's very powerless!

"Mole ant, you dare to be disrespectful to the gods!" One of the Holy Lords of the Xuanniao Divine Clan snorted coldly, his eyes were like lightning, and he glared at Qin Yun.

The gaze of the Holy Lord level is an attack directly aimed at the soul for ordinary people, and it is impossible to withstand it at all, and it will be annihilated in an instant, becoming a walking corpse without a divine soul!

"Xiao Yun! be careful!" Song Ningran was immediately shocked when she saw this, and hurriedly blocked in front of Qin Yun, and the gaze of the Holy Lord of the Xuanniao Divine Clan also fell on her sacred!

"Hmm!"

Song Ningran spurted out a mouthful of blood, her body and spirit were all injured, after all, she couldn't perfectly exert the power of dragon qi, and she couldn't resist the attack of the Holy Lord-level powerhouse head-on at all!

"Sister Ranran!" Qin Yun's eyes flickered with tears, her face turned pale, and she became more and more helpless, she helped Song Ningran and muttered, "Brother, where are you, where are you?"