"Kill me?" Qianye Ying'er responded with a smile, twisting her fingers gently around thousands of tiny black lights: "Based on your words, you can't do it in this life."
Boom!
Darkness filled the sky again, and the space suddenly collapsed. In the dark and lightless world, everyone's pupils, and even their hearts and souls, could clearly see a dancing black butterfly.
"This...this is..." A startled scream came from the darkness.
"Eternal Butterfly Abyss." Yan Sangeng's eyes penetrated the darkness, stared at the sky, and whispered slowly: "The eighth-level God Lord can actually push her to this extent..."
Not far away, Fen Juran's expression changed one after another. He had already thought of something and subconsciously thought: "Could they be..."
Yan Sangen turned around and said, "Son of the Lonely Emperor, do you know their identities?"
"No, it's not them." Fen Jingran shook his head, not knowing whether he was answering Yan Sangeng or saying to himself: "It can't be them."
Yan Sangen frowned: "Who is the person you are referring to..."
Boom!
There was a very light sound, but it swallowed up all other sounds. Frightened by the opponent's strength, coupled with her true anger, the mysterious power of the witch Yao Die finally fully released, exclusive to the fourth witch in the soul-stealing world, named "Eternal"
The witch realm of "Die Abyss" showed its terrifying true appearance in the sky above the Emperor Heaven Realm.
Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes also reflected the dancing butterfly shadows. She felt that her five senses were quickly fading away, and the devouring feeling grew from her heart and soul and spread rapidly.
The existence of the Demon Emperor's blood allows Qianye Ying'er to face the power of the demon butterfly without defeat.
However, being able to make up for the gap in profound strength does not mean that it can make up for the gap in soul power!
As for the first witch, Yao Die, her most powerful thing is the dark soul power!
Under the Butterfly Abyss, the oncoming soul pressure even exceeded Qianye Ying'er's expectations. She used to be able to control the "Brahma Soul Death Seal", and her soul power can be imagined, but now she faces
She knew at the first moment that she could not resist the demon butterfly with its soul power fully activated.
She even felt that if she was completely swallowed by the butterfly shadow, she might not be able to escape for "eternity".
However, she did not immediately get rid of it with all her strength, or even resist. Instead, all the dark light in her body gathered on the oracle in her hand, and went straight towards the demon butterfly.
"Hmph, stupid." Yao Die muttered, his gestures and eyes changing at the same time...
And just when the Eternal Butterfly Abyss was about to spread out completely and swallow Qianye Ying'er inside, Yun Che suddenly stretched out his hand from far behind Qianye Ying'er and lightly grabbed the void.
As if being violently pulled by an invisible force, Yao Die's half-closed pupils suddenly opened, and the profound energy and soul power she released also lost control. What spread out was an extremely twisted eternal butterfly abyss.
, the flawless witch's domain not only suffered a sharp decrease in power, but also developed dozens of flaws of varying sizes.
The weird feeling at that moment and the twisted witch realm were something that Demon Butterfly had never experienced before. At the same moment, the power of Qianye Ying'er, who was preparing to attack, exploded, and a golden shadow with black light pierced the butterfly.
In the abyss realm, the originally terrifying witch realm... was pierced directly with almost ease, and then suddenly torn apart.
Buzz!
The wings of the butterfly were broken, the field was shaken, and the sudden backlash shook Yaodie's whole body. She was inexplicably horrified, but the witch's will kept her from panic. Her gestures suddenly changed, and she forcibly gathered the power of the field. Instead of retreating, she advanced and suddenly grabbed
To the oracle that just tore the realm apart,
There was a muffled sound, and the oracle was firmly grasped by the demon butterfly. It was like a seven-inch golden snake being pinched, and its divine light suddenly dimmed.
In the distance, Yun Che's five fingers gently pulled at the void again.
The strange and incomparable tearing force just now struck again at this moment. The power she had gathered in her hands suddenly got out of her control, and nearly 30% of it escaped at once... And she lost control of it out of thin air, escaped out of thin air, and it was like a living...
It was like being silently eaten away by an invisible monster.
Crack!
The strange loss of control of power made the demon butterfly no longer able to control the oracle. The oracle slipped out of her fingers and flew straight towards her face.
Hiss!
The space was severely torn apart, the demon butterfly twisted its waist, and used a strange movement to
It retreated away, leaving only dozens of black broken hairs dancing in the darkness.
The figure of the demon butterfly appeared ten miles away. The moment she stopped, a soft sound was heard, and a slanting crack opened on the upper edge of her mask, accompanied by a trace of blood that slowly overflowed.
The air was completely condensed, and all the hearts were tense and unable to beat.
They saw the witch's realm that had just been spread out and was torn apart in an instant, and they saw the witch's blood on their foreheads that was so scarlet that it hurt their hearts.
Even Yao Die himself couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had been injured.
"Who on earth...who on earth is it?" Tian Mu looked up at the sky and murmured. He actually witnessed the injury of the witch and the butterfly. This was such an incredible and shocking scene.
Without touching his own injuries, Yaodie's eyes passed through the layers of darkness and fixed on Yun Che's body.
Compared to Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che is the person Yaodie cares about the most. So even though she is fighting Qianye Ying'er, a considerable part of her attention is still on Yun Che.
And when those two extremely strange anomalies occurred, she noticed the changes in Yun Che's gestures.
But, is it just a gesture!? There is no strange aura.
The feeling just now...what was that?
Qianye Ying'er didn't give her any chance to breathe, as a golden shadow burst through the sky.
The two fought together again, and dark disaster descended on the Emperor's Heaven Realm again.
In the previous collision of forces, the two were evenly matched. But at this moment, Yaodie was a little confused. Coupled with the backlash from the witch domain, she was gradually suppressed by Qianye Ying'er in the darkness.
Yun Che watched silently, staring at Yao Die with emotionless eyes. At a certain moment, his left index finger gently tilted downwards.
Bang!
Demonic Die's fingers wrapped in magic light came into contact with Qianye Ying'er's oracle, and dozens of black dark areas instantly exploded on the two of them. But this terrifying stalemate that only belonged to the late God Lord lasted less than half a breath, Demonic Die
Her fingers suddenly trembled, and a gap suddenly appeared out of thin air in the power she released.
The small gap caused her power to flow out of control in an instant.
Such an incident would undoubtedly be fatal in a fierce battle between evenly matched enemies and a god-lord level. Before Demon Butterfly's face could change, the oracle had suddenly ripped open her power, and flew towards her like a golden poisonous snake.
It hit her heart.
boom
As if a dark star exploded in the heart of the demon butterfly, she flew away in the dark storm like a butterfly with broken wings, leaving a shocking blood streak in the air.
This time, she felt very clearly that Yun Che's fingers made a slight movement at the same time that the change occurred.
Once...twice...three times...is it really still a coincidence?
What exactly is that? Some kind of divine relic-level, breathless mysterious weapon?
Or sorcery!?
And he was not the only one who captured all this, there was another person.
call!
In the midst of everyone's horror, Yan Sangeng suddenly rose into the sky and headed towards Qianye Ying'er, accompanied by an extremely gloomy voice: "I'm here to help you."
The figure of the demon butterfly froze high in the sky, pressing his hand on his heart, bleeding from his fingers.
"Oracle" is a sacred artifact of the Brahma Emperor God Realm in the Eastern Divine Region. Yao Die has known its name for a long time, and at this moment, she can clearly see how terrifying it is.
However, she was injured by the oracle, but she did not care about the injury at all. Instead, she bent over with all her strength and took Qianye Ying'er again. The butterfly shadow behind her solidified in just a blink of an eye. The power of the demon goddess spread out again, compared to
I could barely feel any weakness just now.
Yan Sangeng was also approaching at this time. A ninth-level god master and a seventh-level god master jointly attacked Qianye!
Qianye Ying'er didn't retreat at all, not even a trace of movement could be seen on her snowy face.
When it comes to cultivation, Yan San is weaker than Qianye Ying'er by a small level, but when faced with it in person, the pressure is so heavy that it suffocates him. At least, it is by no means the oppression that a small level difference should cause.
He raised his brows slightly, and exchanged glances with Demon Butterfly for an instant. When he approached Qianye Ying'er, he
Her body posture suddenly changed, and she actually passed by her and went straight towards Yun Che.
The power of the demon butterfly also exploded at this moment, firmly suppressing Qianye Ying'er, making it impossible for her to stop her.
As a seventh-level god lord and the leader of the thirty-six hell ghosts in the Yama Realm, before today, Yan Sangen would never believe that he would personally attack a seventh-level god lord in his own capacity.
Not only did he attack today, he also did it very quickly and cruelly.
The space of tens of miles narrowed in an instant, and Yun Che was very close in his sight. Yan Sanggeng grabbed it out and tore a dark crack in the air with his open fingers.
The sound of space tearing was so sharp that it seemed to tear everyone's eardrums into countless pieces, but Yan Sangeng's expression turned stiff for a moment, because his five fingers actually grabbed the air directly, and behind him, there was only a torn to pieces.
Afterimage.
After a moment of astonishment that was short enough to be ignored, Yan Sangeng's reaction was as fast as thunder in the sky, his figure turned sharply, and with incomparable precision, he grabbed the place where Yun Che had just appeared.
Hiss!
The speed and the sound of tearing were several times more terrifying than before, but as far as Yan Sangen's fingers went, there were still only fragmented afterimages.
His expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of gray death in his pupils.
"The top-notch body skills, perhaps even cultivated to the highest level, are admirable." Yan Sangen looked ahead, mouthing words of approval. He turned around slowly, his eyes fell on the position where Yun Che appeared, and he raised his arms.
, press down gently with five fingers.
A shrill, plaintive, or desperate scream suddenly came from an unknown space, like thousands of lonely ghosts screaming and howling. Behind Yan Sangeng, a gray skeleton slowly reflected
At this moment, his skin turned into a frightening dark gray, and he was like a mummy that had begun to weather. Only a pair of eyes reflected a strange light that should not belong to a living person.
Those terrifying eyes locked onto Yun Che's location between the fingers, and the voice in his mouth was hoarse and difficult to hear clearly: "Come, let me see how you can escape this time."
The voice fell slowly, and he was already rushing towards Yun Che. Although his speed was still extremely fast, it was much slower than before.
However, the moment he moved away, thousands of ghosts began to cry and howl around him, and the whole world seemed to suddenly turn into a terrifying ghost realm.
But located in the center of the ghost realm, Yun Che seemed to be haunted by thousands of ghosts and was completely unable to move.
With Yun Che's seventh-level divine master's cultivation, he was able to crush Tian Guhu, which was shocking to the world, but no matter how hard he was, it was impossible to compete with a seventh-level divine master like him. Under the suppression of absolute power, no matter how powerful his body skills were,
It becomes a weak joke.
Yan Sangen dragged a long gray mark and grabbed Yun Che's throat with his five fingers. Until he was several feet away, Yun Che still didn't run away... of course he couldn't move.
Just when Yan Sanggeng was sure that Yun Che would fall into his hands in the next moment, Yun Che's pupils suddenly dilated.
The aura of the seventh level of the Divine Lord Realm exploded in front of him in an instant with an exaggerated and terrifying magnitude that was incomprehensible, but he didn't even have time to be shocked. An afterimage passed by him, only for him
In the depths of his pupils, there was a scarlet mark that flashed for a moment but did not disappear for a long time.
Yan Sangeng's figure stagnated, and all the sounds in the world disappeared.
His whole body was fixed there, and then he slowly lowered his head... A huge sword, shining with a not bright vermillion brilliance, pierced his heart, penetrated his back, and pierced his body.
among.
His divine master body, which is tougher than the Tiangang Divine Stone, and the protective profound power of the divine master realm, actually seem to not exist at all.
"idiot."
Behind Yan Sanggeng, came the most cold and disdainful whisper he had ever heard in his life.
Yun Che stretched out his hand, and the Heaven Smiting Demon Slaying Sword immediately penetrated Yan Sangeng's body and flew back to his hand. The sword body was not stained by even a trace of blood.
Then, the scarlet sword disappeared from his hand. He turned his back to Yan Sangeng, and never looked at him again from beginning to end.
Being penetrated by a sword is by no means a fatal injury to a person who has cultivated to the realm of God Lord. It is not even considered a serious injury.
However, Yan Sangeng was still fixed there, and there was no blood in the hole in his body. Only a touch of vermilion brilliance still shone silently, without any sign of dissipating or fading.