"Little monk, stop him!"

In the polar night world, the divine power moves the sky.

In front of the monsters and goddesses, the gods stopped and could not move forward.

As a last resort, the God of the Monster Clan could only do the next best thing and summon Yan Xiaoyu.

Yan Xiaoyu did not hesitate at the call of the gods. He shook Chang Yu away from him with a palm and rushed towards the other side of the battle.

Not far away, Li Ziye saw this situation and immediately shouted, "Don't let him pass!"

Sanzang heard the former's reminder and without any hesitation, he rushed forward to stop Yan Xiaoyu.

The Son of Buddha and the Son of God met again after a few months.

There is no need to say more, it is useless to talk too much. The son of God who stood in the light and the son of Buddha who fell into darkness. I don’t know when the grievances started. In the confrontation between heavy palms, they are as deep as the abyss.

When Yan Xiaoyu's steps were blocked, Chang Yu rushed over with a sword, and the two joined forces to fight against the Son of God.

"The style of a gentleman."

The unique style of Confucianism, the style of a gentleman emerges at the right time, and the sword energy is like the wind, sharp and unparalleled.

The sword edge passed by, Yan Xiaoyu concentrated his attention, turned his palms to condense the power of light, and blocked the Confucian sword style with a clang.

The palms and swords were handed over, and the remaining energy trembled. Before I could take a breath, the Buddhist beads came through the air, and the overwhelming momentum was irresistible.

With Buddha's power approaching, Yan Xiaoyu didn't dare to be careless. He flipped his left palm, and the dark aura surged out, blocking the powerful power of the Buddha beads.

Fighting one against two, the reborn Son of God of Light showed great strength.

"Um?"

During the battle, Sanzang felt the strange aura of the Son of Light in front of him, frowned slightly, and the Buddha energy around him rose, using Buddha to defeat the devil.

"The power of the underworld."

Outside the battle, Li Ziye also noticed the familiar aura on Yan Xiaoyu's body and narrowed his eyes slightly.

As expected, the old man, the Confucian leader, did not lie to him. This smelly fish gained the power of the underworld in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

It is really ironic that the son of the God of Light, who claims to be the light, is infected by the power of the dark earth.

Thinking of this, Li Ziye looked at Yan Xiaoyu in the battle ahead and said, "Son of God, your power of the underworld is really good, but I don't know that your God of Light saw you falling into darkness.

Will you recognize you as the Son of God?"

While speaking, Li Ziye looked at the demon god on the other side of the battle quietly from the corner of his eyes, watching his reaction.

In the two battle situations, Yan Xiaoyu and the God of the Demon Clan paused for a brief moment when they heard the former's words. It was not obvious. It would have been impossible to notice it if not for careful observation.

In fact, there are not many people in the world who are as boring as Li Ziye who constantly speculate on other people's thoughts.

"There is light in my heart. Even if I am in darkness, my heart is still facing the light."

During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu responded without showing any weakness while facing the enemy.

"The teachings of the Son of God are really unheard of. If you claim that you have light in your heart, you can enter darkness. Then wouldn't there be so many murderers on death row in the world who can use this excuse to justify themselves?"

Li Ziye stared at the battle ahead and said sarcastically, "After all, he is the Son of God of Tianyu Palace, he is special than others. If it were anyone else, he would have been regarded as a heretic by now and his bones would be reduced to ashes. What you said is right.

Oh, the Son of Light who has us in darkness!”

During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu heard someone's cynicism and was filled with anger. There was a slight deviation in his moves.

However.

When masters compete with each other, any slight change may become the key to determining the outcome of the battle.

At the moment when Yan Xiaoyu's heart was shaken, Sanzang's palm power came through the air, with a force as heavy as a mountain, ruthlessly threatening his life.

The palm came close to his body, and Yan Xiaoyu bent back to avoid this fatal palm.

Unexpectedly.

After a palm, a sword followed closely.

But there was a squeaking sound, the sound of clothes tearing, and the blade of the sword tore through the clothes on Yan Xiaoyu's chest, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling vermilion.

"This is?"

At this moment, around the battle situation, the demon kings from all sides noticed the changes in the battle situation, and looked over subconsciously, and then their hearts were shocked.

They saw a fist-sized hole appearing in front of everyone's eyes at Yan Xiaoyu's cut open chest, which was empty and empty.

"No heart?"

When the demon kings from all sides saw this situation, they were indescribably shocked.

Even though the demon race has a long lifespan and tenacious vitality, if the heart is lost, it will not survive.

It’s hard to imagine how the human race’s son of light could live without a care in front of him.

Outside of the battle, Li Ziye saw the emptiness in Yan Xiaoyu's heart, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This smelly fish is really evil and has no heart. How did it survive to this day?

In other words, is Yan Xiaoyu still a human being today?

In the midst of his thoughts, Li Ziye spoke again and said, "Son of God, how did you fall to this level? Humans can't live without intention, but Son of God can live without intention. This is not a human being, but a demon!"

Having said this, Li Ziye smiled coldly and continued, "I didn't expect that the God of Light would choose a demon as his son. He really thinks that the demon is in power and never sees the light of day!"

In the battle ahead, Yan Xiaoyu heard someone's taunt and became furious, but had no words to refute. When he made his move, he became even more ruthless.

Sanzang and Chang Yu looked at each other and could feel the fluctuations in the mood of the Son of Light in front of them, with a strange expression on their faces.

There is only one person who can make the Son of Light God so angry with just a few words.

Losing your mind during battle is a taboo for military strategists, and you will suffer heavy losses.

"Bang!"

Sure enough, under Yan Xiaoyu's fierce attack and defense, a flaw appeared. Sanzang seized the moment and slapped the former on the chest.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from Yan Xiaoyu's mouth, and he stepped back several steps.

At the same time, in the battle on the other side, the demon god faced Qingqing's offensive, and the situation was also not optimistic.

In Qingqing's hands, the Blood Emperor's Order absorbed more and more blood energy as the battle progressed, and its edge became more and more astonishing.

All around, the demon kings rushed towards the battle like moths to the flame, but they were all shot away by Qingqing.

If one person is in charge, no one can open it.

The battle situation reached a stalemate, and for a while, no one could find a way to break the situation.

"Yan Xiaoyu!"

The demon god's face darkened and he spoke again, urging.

Outside the battle, Li Ziye looked at the two battles on the left and right with a sneer on his face.

Are you starting to get anxious?

Just hurry up.

Now, everyone is anxious, including Qingqing.

"ah!"

Suddenly, in the middle of the battle, a blood spear penetrated the chest of a demon emperor. Since the war, demon emperor-level warriors finally began to fall.

Qingqing wanted to show mercy, but the situation was unpredictable and she no longer had a choice.

Li Ziye used his body to lead the way, and the snipe and the clam began to fight. With the fall of the powerful demon emperor, the balance gradually began to unbalance.

The Blood Emperor's Order consumes all the blood of the Demon Emperor who died in battle, and is extremely sharp and dazzling.

When the demon god saw this, his expression darkened, and the black air around him surged, swallowing up the two nearest demon kings.

"interesting."

Outside the battle, Li Ziye saw this scene, and the smile on his face became colder and colder.

It's not bad to sacrifice a demon king level powerhouse.

He wanted to see whether it was the Blood Emperor's Order that ate more, or the God of Light that ate more.
Chapter completed!