"Kill," a slightly growling voice came from the man in black, and four men in black came over with guns.
The power of the Imperial Lineage realm around them was surging, and the shadows of the spears overlapped one another, creating an extraordinary momentum.
Cutting through the dark void, he came towards Huang Sansi and several others to kill him.
These four people themselves are only the existence of the imperial lineage, but they have cultivated a superb combined attack technique.
For a while, there was a back-and-forth fight with Huang Sansi and others, but Xu Zimo was left alone to relax.
But he didn't move because he felt that there was a gaze staring at him in the darkness.
As long as you move a little, the opponent will strike with thunder.
"Why don't you come out and meet me?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
As his words fell, the void above the inn was seen fluctuating.
A figure stepped out of the void.
This figure wears a white mask and does not have any momentum fluctuations around him.
Although he doesn't have any overwhelming momentum, he puts a lot of pressure on people.
"You people from the True God Sect are really haunted," Xu Zimo said with a faint smile.
"For the sake of your calling the True God Cult, I will keep your whole body later," the masked old man said calmly.
Except for the followers of the True God Sect who claim to be the True God, people outside actually call them the Evil God Sect.
"You're really confident," Xu Zimo smiled and shook his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud and frightened roar coming from the side.
"Yue'er, what are you doing?"
Huang Xing screamed in horror. Several people were fighting together, but he didn't expect Huang Yue to suddenly slap the other two people from behind.
Huang Xing and Huang Ri's bodies were seen flying backwards.
Huang Xing looked at Huang Yue in disbelief, and the surface of his own skin was gradually turning black.
"Heavenly Evil Poison Palm," Huang Ri said with a frown as he felt his own situation.
This kind of evil poison is very restrained to the spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy is like an infectious agent.
As long as there is spiritual energy, this poison will completely corrode it, and it cannot be removed in a short period of time.
"Yue'er, why?" Huang Xing ignored his injuries and looked at the familiar yet suddenly unfamiliar woman in front of him.
He never thought that the woman he once loved would betray them.
Ever since they entered Huang Sansi, the three of them have formed a team together. After so many years, they have become as familiar with each other as if they were family members.
But today, he suddenly found that everything was shrouded in fog and he couldn't see clearly.
"Are you from the Evil God Cult?" Huang Ri asked in a deep voice.
"It's always been the case," Huang Yue was silent for a while, and finally said with an indifferent look.
After hearing this answer, Huang Ri fell completely silent.
But Huang Xing was laughing, with a bit of sadness and a bit of irony in his smile.
"Kill me," Huang Xing raised his head and said without fear, "With your own hands."
Huang Yue ignored him and turned her gaze to the masked old man aside.
He said respectfully: "Venerable Prajna, the mission is accomplished."
"Very good," the masked old man smiled with satisfaction, and finally looked at Xu Zimo.
With a wave of his hand, boundless spiritual energy spreads in his palm.
I saw him directly suppressing it with his big palm, and said: "You should also accompany them."
"Divine Vein Realm," Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled.
"You don't seem to have enough."
Although he is only at the peak of the Holy Vein now, he really doesn't take the average Divine Vein in his eyes.
A soaring momentum rose from Xu Zimo's body into the sky, and he directly activated the Eight Transformations of Qingyun.
The blue spiritual energy surged violently, and behind him, steps spread towards the blue sky.
Boundless, with the sound of Sanskrit music permeating it.
Blue mist enveloped the surrounding area.
Xu Zimo stretched out his hands and directly confronted Venerable Prajna's big palm.
Just hear a "boom".
The surrounding space was completely shattered, and the inn where everyone was staying split from the middle and was directly divided into two halves.
Countless air arrows were flying.
Seeing such power, even the Venerable Prajna was surprised.
"Who are you?" At this moment, Venerable Prajna just stood up formally and looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
"Let me talk after you win," Xu Zimo smiled.
The Ba Ying in his hand was unsheathed directly, and accompanied by the "sonorous" sound of the sword roaring, a purgatory-like sea of knives crisscrossed the surroundings.
"Ask about the thirteen postures and the anger of the king of postures."
Following Xu Zimo's soft drink, the scimitar in his hand was trembling slightly.
With blood all over his body, his muscles bulging, and his long blue sharp horns roaring.
It directly attached itself to the blade, carrying its own infinite anger and irritability.
King Shiki's blood and anger are burning.
The scimitar in Xu Zimo's hand seemed to contain great power.
When the sword came down, all the sleeping citizens in Fengming City heard a sound of thunder in their ears.
Thunder exploded in the sky, followed by devastating destruction.
Seeing such power, Venerable Prajna took a deep breath.
His eyes were solemn as never before.
He stood on the ground with his left foot, raised his right foot slightly, put his hands together, and made a very strange movement.
Then he called softly, "Prajna!"
When his voice fell, the things behind him began to change.
The true destiny appears and the space collapses.
With a roar, another monster emerged from the sky.
This monster is red all over and has two very sharp horns.
Its eyes are very large, but the pupils are almost the same as those of ordinary people.
The hair on the top of the head is red and all flows down the forehead.
The hair on the body is white, very thick, and has completely protected the neck.
It has a very thin face, four fangs in its mouth, and a lot of sticky liquid.
"Is this the legendary Prajna?" Seeing this scene, Huang Yue murmured in a low voice.
Prajna is a kind of ghost, a kind of ghost that feeds on jealousy and hatred and incarnates.
No one knows what the Venerable Prajna, who possesses the true life of this monster, has experienced.
Everyone in the Evil God Cult knows that Venerable Prajna wears a mask and never shows off to others easily.
The number of people in the religion who have truly seen his true face is numbered on both hands.
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When Xu Zimo's sword fell with endless power, Prajna behind him suddenly opened his eyes.
It roared angrily, and its whole face was extremely ferocious, as if it was laughing or crying.
His eyes suddenly turned red, and he caught the knife with both hands.
King Shiki was roaring, and Prajna was also roaring.
The two were in a stalemate. When Huang Yue next to him saw this scene, he directly raised his sword and killed him.
Xu Zimo chuckled, thunder rolling in his eyes.
The world-destroying divine thunder descended directly with divine punishment like a torrent of wild beasts.
The moment the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder landed, it destroyed everything.
Huang Yue's complexion changed drastically, and her body disappeared directly into the void.
Although she escaped, the Venerable Prajna behind her who was in a stalemate with Xu Zimo could not escape.