Chapter 472： death god

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering resounded abruptly, and under the horrified eyes of everyone, the terrifying sky of death was easily shattered by the golden hoop, turned into gray rays of light, and dissipated in the heaven and earth!

boom!

The terrifying force poured out, and the five dead people of the Ming clan flew out like kites with broken strings, and slammed on the ground fiercely, smashing the earth into a huge pit.

"Pfft! How is it possible...?"

A mouthful of pitch-black blood spurted out of the mouth of the dead Ming clan headed by him. He stared at Sun Wukong in disbelief, his burly body trembling with fear.

"hiss!"

Above the secret realms of several superpowers, the saints also took a breath of cold air, and their faces shook to the extreme. The dead people of the Ming clan who made the saints who came to the holy world of Qiankun were helpless, were actually killed by the ninth of the immortal sect. The ancestors of the generation were crushed so easily?

The horror of this Immortal Sect is far beyond their imagination!

This stick of Sun Wukong not only smashed the invincible posture of the dead people of the Ming family, but also crushed the malice in the hearts of these sage elders towards the Immortal Sect.

With such a terrifying existence of the Immortal Sect, they are no longer able to think carefully. The honest respect of the Immortal Sect as the overlord of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm can only preserve their inheritance.

Liu Feiyu and many people from the Heaven Repairing Sect were trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to go to see Sun Wukong, for fear of attracting Sun Wukong's attention and giving them a blow.

As far as the terrifying strength of Sun Wukong is concerned, if a stick falls, Liu Feiyu, the sage peak powerhouse, will have to kneel directly.

One moment ago, they were still in heaven, imagining that they would dominate the entire Yuanhua Heavenly Realm with the help of the dead people of the Ming clan; the next moment, they fell directly into hell, with no room for turning over.

"escape!"

Liu Feiyu glanced at the other two sage elders of the Heaven-Mending Sect, then turned and left. The speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the vast mountain range where the Heaven-Mending Sect was located.

Neither Sun Wukong nor Wang Feng and others cared about the escape of Liu Feiyu and others.

At this moment, in Wang Feng's eyes, the people of the dead Ming clan are the most important. As for Liu Feiyu and others, where can they escape?

"Everyone, it's time for me to show my loyalty!"

The saints of several superpowers also saw Liu Feiyu and others fleeing, and the saints of Huangtian Pavilion narrowed their eyes and said solemnly.

Sun Wukong has only released a single blow since his appearance, but this blow has brought great confidence to several superpowers. They have already made up their minds to put the treasure on the Shenxianzong and follow the Shenxianzong unswervingly. !

After the words of the saints from Huangtian Pavilion fell, the saints from the other two superpowers nodded in unison, swayed their bodies, and chased away Liu Feiyu and others who were fleeing.

In the sky above the Heaven-Mending Sect, Sun Wukong held a golden hoop stick and looked down at the five dead people from the dead clan.

That wild and domineering attitude seemed to be pressing down the sky. Ye Huang, who was looking at him in the distance, was trembling constantly, and there was a sense of awe in the eyes of Sun Wukong.

The strength displayed by this person belongs to the top level in the entire Tianyong Holy Dynasty.

"Hahaha!"

"Death? Indeed! But instead of me waiting to die, you die!"

After Sun Wukong's overbearing voice fell, the dead people of the Ming family were not as frightened as everyone imagined, but laughed wildly, and the gray-lined face was full of viciousness and determination!

"Death! Come out!"

The sound like thunder came from the mouth of the headed dead Ming clan, and the other four dead Ming clan people suddenly moved, standing behind the leading dead Ming clan person, stretched out their palms, On the shoulders of the former!

Straws of grey lines visible to the naked eye surged out of them, passed on to the person in front of them through the palm of their hands, and finally converged on the leader of the dead Ming clan!

"boom!"

When those gray lines surged on the leader of the dead Ming clan, a vast power suddenly burst out from him, shaking the whole world.

The strong power of death formed a dense fog around him, wrapping his entire being in it.

After these forces of death poured in, there was a sudden roar in his body, the flesh and blood on his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the burly body suddenly grew like a balloon.

And the few dead people of the Ming clan behind him quickly dried up, their whole body strength and even blood, all condensed on the head of the person, helping him become stronger.

"Interesting! My grandson wants to see if you can make my grandson have fun!"

Sun Wukong put the golden hoop stick on his shoulders, watching this scene with great interest, and said with a grin, he didn't mean to stop it at all, but was slightly excited.

What's the point of a shove?

He Sun Wukong is a monkey who is always on the ground!

He disdains the strong against the weak; only by defeating the weak can he be excited!

Wang Feng in the distance looked at it with the same interest. He believed in Sun Wukong. Even if he replaced him in the position of Sun Wukong, he would let the dead people of the Ming clan break out. The strong are not afraid of their opponents! What they are afraid of is that there is no opponent!

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the body of the deceased Ming clan had soared to a height of ten feet.

Even so, there is still no stagnation and skyrocketing, and under the convergence of the lines formed by the force of death, it skyrockets even more rapidly.

After a while, the dead person of the Ming clan had already soared to a height of a hundred zhang, and the power of death surging all over his body made the whole world tremble constantly. , turned into the domain of death, and the infinite power of death swept through, destroying all vitality.

That terrifying power is already comparable to the realm of the Holy King, making the smile on Sun Wukong's face even more, and the emaciated body is surging with fierce fighting intent!

"It's gotten a lot bigger!"

"I don't know how many sticks your old grandson can hold with your body?"

Sun Wukong sneered, his figure jumped abruptly, and appeared in the sky above the people of the dead Ming clan.

The terrifying power seems to be pouring down from the Tianhe River, and the void above the head of the dead Ming clan exploded one after another, and the fragments of the void like broken mirrors were swept away by the violent power.

"Ming Zun Fist!"

The person of the dead Ming clan was full of killing intent, and his scarlet eyes stared at the falling golden cudgel, and a violent roar came from his mouth. The earth shattered in an instant!