Chapter 795

The spear penetrated Mu Hantian's chest. If Mu Hantian didn't block it with the wing of the storm at the critical moment, maybe this spear would directly penetrate Mu Hantian's heart.

Pain! The power on the spear quickly spread and eroded, and the whole body seemed to be going to rot, and the pain swept the whole body in an instant.

"Well, Xian Wang, how does the pain feel? My spear is made of the spine of the God of the underworld. After you die, your soul will also be absorbed by my spear and suffer pain forever!"

Ninurta, the God of war of the sneak attack, showed a cruel smile on his face, said, and deliberately turned his long gun, which made Mu Hantian tremble.

"To tell you the truth, it's amazing that you killed so many of our gods. Yes, so many gods! But that's it. Your soul will be judged and fall into the abyss in my long gun!"

Ninurta then took out his sword and put it on Mu Hantian's neck.

"Who do you think you are, so you want to kill me? What's wrong with this pain for me!" Mu Hantian grabbed the spear that pierced his chest at the moment.

The fierce eyes made Ninurta, the God of war, stand on end.

"I really don't like your gods. Do you really think you can dominate all things?" Mu Hantian's eyes seem to be burning, and Ninurta, the God of war, is a little stiff under Mu Hantian's gaze.

What kind of eyes are these? The vastness of the spirit contained in them shocked him.

"It's nothing compared with the pain suffered by enqi now!" Mu Hantian said disdainfully.

Now, enqi is wandering between death. That feeling is more cruel than the pain he is suffering now. Since enqi has endured it and is waiting for him to go back, how can he fall here.

"The bones of God? So what!" Mu Han shouted angrily, and the wings of the storm slashed the spear to his chest.

"Are you crazy? The spear is refined from the bones of the gods of the underworld, and the evil spirits contained in it will eat you. You'd better die, don't pull me!" Ninurta, the God of war, shouted in horror, released the spear and ran back.

The spear was killed by Anu. The God who ruled the underworld tens of thousands of years ago refined it with his spine. Up to now, I don't know how much resentment he has absorbed. If it breaks out, even he will degenerate.

"Sonorous!" the wings of the storm just left a gap in the spear.

After all, it is an artifact that has been sacrificed and refined for tens of thousands of years. How can it be cut off so easily.

"Yes, I'm too sensitive. How can you cut off this artifact? Besides, now you are going to be eroded, and your strength is greatly reduced!" Ninurta, the God of war who has retreated to the distance, smiled at this scene.

However, the hidden or present danger from Mu Hantian still made him afraid to come forward.

Gods attach great importance to their lives. In particular, the main god among the gods such as Ninurta attaches more importance to his own life. Living is to be able to enjoy everything brought by his identity and power.

"It's just a long gun, how can it be cut continuously, but my sword doesn't want to be stained!" Mu Hantian was not discouraged and laughed at the gap on the long gun.

"What else can you do now? You are powerless to return to heaven!" sneered Ninurta, the God of war, standing in the distance and quietly watching Mu Hantian's death.

From the place where the spear runs through Mu Hantian, there are black lines spreading. This is the power of the abyss of the underworld. Even he dare not touch it easily.

"Your soul will be infected and degenerated by the abyss. Mu Hantian, you are finished!" until seeing Mu Hantian's soul surrounded by the abyss, Ninurta, the God of war, was relieved at last.

"Abyss, underworld? Who can infect my soul!" Mu Han's face remained unchanged, but showed his indomitable self-confidence.

"Please, my partner, chop it up!" Mu Hantian roared, and the storm wing in his hand emitted a strong light. Mu Hantian aimed at the spear and cut it out.

In the eyes of Ninurta, the God of war, it was like the last struggle, but it didn't make him happy, because the long gun was cut off.

Obviously, the soul is surrounded by the abyss, but the soul is not infected at all. Such a strong soul, strong will, even the gods, who can have it.

"Ah!"

The spear was broken. Mu Hantian really cut it off. From the fracture, endless black storms surged out and surrounded the area.

Ninurta, the God of war, was really afraid. He hurried to the distance and ran away on his horse for fear of being involved in the black storm.

There are tens of thousands of innocent souls in these storms.

Not to mention him, even if any of the three United gods comes, they should retreat, because they will not only be infected, but also bear the sins of these souls.

Mu Hantian should be dead in it.

Escaping the influence of the storm, Ninurta, the God of war, wiped the cold sweat on his face. Mu Hantian is estimated to be one of the wronged souls now.

After all, the sins of these souls, even he, will degenerate, let alone Mu Hantian.

"Step on..."

There seemed to be footsteps in the storm, and Ninurta, the God of war, took a step back conditionally.

"I'm too nervous!" continued to wipe the cold sweat, and Ninurta, the God of war, said.

However, more and more clear footsteps echoed, and cold sweat came out on Ninurta's face.

In the storm, in the extreme darkness, there is indeed a deeper dark shadow emerging, and the red lines seem to be full of bloody killings.

"Step on!"

The sound of footsteps was approaching from the black vortex of sin, and Ninurta was retreating and afraid with the sound of footsteps.

Somehow, I always feel palpitations.

Finally, the black shadow came out of the vortex.

The dark armor, like flowing red blood, has lines all over it, and the dark eyes have crazy reason that is not in line with the appearance.

It's impossible, it's absolutely impossible!

Ninurta took a deep breath. In Mu Hantian's hand, there was still a disconnected gun. Although it was disconnected, it still exuded the feeling that it was like a fallen abyss.

No damage.

On the contrary, Mu Hantian's depravity and blackening have been assimilated into a double gun.

How could there be such a thing.

There is no doubt that the development of things is beyond Ninurta's control. No, not only beyond his control, but also beyond the control of the gods.

After bearing the greatest sin in the world, the soul remains bright and pure in sin, and even forcibly suppresses the abyss and sin in turn.

What kind of person is this? He is the owner. He has such willpower and a strong soul.

Ninurta felt ashamed in front of this powerful soul.

"Click!"

A crisp noise made Ninurta tremble, and then she found that she had just stepped on the rotten branches. Was she afraid to this extent?

"The cold weather really didn't disappoint me. It's as strong as ever."

Enqi is in the king's palace of Uruk. The sin is huge. Enqi can't feel it without feeling it. At the same time, he is aware of the Mu cold day in the center of sin.

Even in the endless darkness, the soul of Mu Hantian will still shine. No one can stain his soul!