the river, a grand fireworks festival is about to begin. Most of the pedestrians on the road are wearing colorful bathrobes and walking on clogs in pairs.the bathrobe and the kimono do not seem to be...Wu Xiangnan smiled and took two steps forward, standing in front of the silver sphere of chaos.

"I'm going to start." Wu Xiangnan solemnly said, "in a moment, you will kill me. The knife will be faster."

". Don't worry, no one is faster than my knife. "

Wang Mian slowly put the palm of his hand on the [Yi Yi] on his waist.

Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath, stretched out his palm and suddenly grasped the chaotic sphere in front of him. When his palm fell into the silver light, his expression twisted violently!

Silver Light poured into his body crazily, and unprecedented pain invaded his mind, but no matter how strong the pain was, Wu Xiangnan did not take back his arm, but clenched his teeth and used his body to absorb more sources!

with the influx of silver light, his body gradually approached the limit. Wu Xiangnan's eyes widened and shouted:

"Kill me!"

Qiang--!

A spatula flashed across the waist of the king's face, instantly cut off Wu Xiangnan's head, and blood gushed out.

with a dull sound, Wu Xiangnan's body fell to the ground, and the silver light surged in his body like a tide, gradually dimming.

one second, two seconds, three seconds. As time went by, more than ten seconds later, a touch of white light flew out of the body and began to reorganize Wu Xiangnan's body.

in this process, a large number of black impurities precipitated from the origin of his body and condensed into a disgusting black liquid that flowed on the ground.

during the breath, Wu Xiangnan returned to his original state.

first life.

Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath, and his face still felt the pain of being killed by Wang Mian. He closed his eyes for a while and then adjusted his state of mind.

"continue."

he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand resolutely, and touched the silver origin again.

.

the top of Mount Fuji.

Boom--!

two figures, one black and one red, rise from the broken mountains and rush to the face of the corpse god from different directions!

Rain Palace Qinghui held the rain avalanche in his hand and rotated half a circle in the air, and the surrounding Rain Water suddenly gathered around him and merged into a huge circular water knife, chopping into the neck of the corpse god!

the sharp Rain Water cut the surface of the corpse god, issued a harsh hum, and the body flowing with black liquid was cut into a deep knife mark, but there was no blood flow, but creepy wriggling.

in an instant, jagged black fangs protruded from both sides of the wound, turning them directly into a giant mouth and snapping into the sunny glow of the rain palace.

BAM!

at this time, Wu Ji ran straight up on the body surface of the corpse god, wearing scarlet feathers and dancing wildly in the wind. She stretched out her hands and pressed down the ferocious fangs on both sides.

the huge mouth that clenched suddenly came to a stalemate.

Wu Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, her figure twisted in the air, and the terrible power came out of her hands, tearing the gap into twists, and the crack ran directly through the small half of the torso along the necks of the corpse gods.

the body of the god of the corpse shook and shaded the sun and retreated several steps, falling hundreds of meters from the broken top of Mount Fuji.

countless rubble rolled down to the ground along the soles of its feet, and it quickly lifted the face without facial features, and the bloody crack roared silently at Qinghui and Wuji in the Rain Palace in mid-air.

he lifted his huge palms, clapped them together on his chest, clasped his hands together, and a terrible tide of divine power spread around it!

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"what is it doing"

Rain Palace Qinghui felt the terrible fluctuation coming from the corpse god, and her brow frowned.

"it imitates the power of the dead body of this god." Wu Ji thought for a moment and explained, "this mountain has sealed off the loss of divine power, allowing the corpse beast born from the corpse to inherit almost all the power of the Tianjin god."

what we are dealing with is not a corpse beast that only inherits the brute force of the gods, but a complete god who comes back from the dead. "

"the gods who came back from the dead." Yumiya Qinghui looked at the corpse god who was frantically activating his power and asked, "who on earth is the Tianjin god who is sealed at the foot of Mount Fuji"

"Mountain God, see you in Dashan."

Wuji's voice fell, and the divine power tide around the corpse god has completely covered Mount Fuji and several kilometers of land around it.

it clasped its hands in front of its chest, slowly released them, and then lifted them up bit by bit as if it were holding something up.

Buzz -!

the broken body of Mount Fuji, the vast land connected to it, trembled violently, and ferocious cracks spread rapidly near the mountain area.

in an instant, the earth shakes!

A few seconds later, the whole mountain area, as if held up by an invisible hand, was rigidly separated from the earth and rose straight to the sky!

with the rise of this mountain the size of several cities, a huge shadow gradually shrouded all the ruins of the city below.

countless gravel and dust fell from the floating mountains, and between the sand and gravel, a large number of paper cranes flew out, wrapping the bodies of pomelo, Guyuan, and Xingwanxiang, flying out of the floating mountains.

when the three men landed firmly on the ground, with a stroke of the handle in the hand of pomelo, the paper crane gathered all over the sky into a thin blade and was sheathed by her.

Yoshiki Guhara looked up at the huge mountain slowly flying into the sky, and could not help but say:

"the corpse god carried such a big mountain and flew directly to the sky!" Can the two of them beat that monster "

one side of Xingwanxiang stared too closely at the two figures in the sky. There was no answer, and his eyes were full of worry.

as the dead gods raised their hands, the mountains at the feet of Qinghui and Wuji in the Rain Palace broke apart and turned into countless cube stones more than 30 stories high, which quickly swept into the sky and intertwined into an incomparably huge spherical cage around them.

these cuboid stones are scorched black and hard, overlapping layer after layer, completely blocking all the paths for the two men.

these stacked stones block out all the light shining down from the sky, along with the torrential rain, and not a single drop of Rain Water can get through the blockade of these stones.

Yugong Qinghui's face was extremely gloomy, and in his eyes, heaven and earth had sunk into darkness, and only the giant shadow in the distance was still standing on the top of the mountain, holding the mountain in his hands, emitting a tingling smell of terror.

the god of the corpse faces the direction of the two people, slowly clasping his hands, as if trying to squeeze the ants between his palms.

all of a sudden, the endless boulders around the two men crashed into the center, overstocked, broken, and then overstocked, until they formed a magnificent mountain peak, smashing them to the ground like swatting flies!

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