v3 Chapter 1583： The worst person (1/97)

In a green ocean, the grave **** is as small as a grain of sand. It is hard to imagine that this is happening in the highest world of the grave **** himself.

He thought he could be invincible in the highest world, but he didn't expect to be bitten by two children.

Such a shame.

The grave **** has never experienced it.

He struggled in the green sea, looking painful.

Leng Ming manipulated Yizhang Jianqi to slowly cut through the front, dividing the ocean, and at the same time approaching like his body.

The eyes of the tomb **** showed horror, because he suddenly realized that he could not move, and the green sword aura around him seemed to have grown out of countless hands to hold his body firmly.

"Guillotine..." The grave **** thought of something instantly, and his pupils dilated instantly.

Hearing this, Leng Ming couldn't help but ponder.

After all, it is an eternal living fossil, and the experience is indeed much broader than that of many people.

This trick is called "Green Grass Guillotine", full name: "Green Grass Guillotine".

It is a spell tailored by his wife White Sheath according to his own characteristics.

It is said that the inspiration that the teacher found in a certain game was originally called "Noxus Guillotine."

All spirit swords have signature sword skills derived from their own characteristics.

Like his master Jing Ke, his signature sword skill is the "World Destruction Sword."

And the grass guillotine in front of him was the sign that White Sheath had shaped for Leng Ming.

Leng Ming never thought that not long after he had just learned it, he had used it in actual combat.

At this time, the vast ocean of green sea transformed from sword gas has firmly wrapped the supreme world, and at the same time restrained the actions of the grave god.

The grass guillotine has been generated.

Neither the body nor the soul can actively escape.

This is a mortal situation.

boom!

Accompanied by the countless undead legions that were purified at the same time and stepped into the rebirth cycle, the green sword energy that was slowly approaching in the ocean was suppressed at the same time, slashing towards the body of the grave god.

Just a moment.

The body of the grave **** was divided into two by a green light, and the extremely turbulent chaotic energy gushed out of his body.

The energy in his body is amazing.

Leng Ming felt like he had hit a big furnace that was about to explode.

Soon, the cut tomb **** had a big explosion, and a huge mushroom cloud rose up centered on the tomb god.

The air wave of the explosion stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, as if it had spread far away.

"Is it all over." Leng Ming looked at the scene in front of him and heaved a sigh of relief.

He could indeed feel that the breath of the grave **** had disappeared.

A generation of cosmic-level characters, the existence of the living fossil level of the ancients, has disappeared with the collapse of the highest world, which really makes people feel unreal.

At the same time, the other side.

After the tomb god's breath disappeared, many parties sensed this at the same time.

In the infinite galaxy, the golden lamp monk is receiving the treatment of the crisp noodles.

He was so badly injured that Wang Ling was a little worried, so he appointed Crispy Noodles to take a look.

When he arrived at the scene, the monk was covered in blood, and he didn't even have the energy to use the Buddha's fire.

Fortunately, the crisp noodles Daojun arrived in time.

"There is a master of labor." Jin Deng said with infinite emotion.

In front of the tomb **** in his heyday, the monk found that he had no room to fight back, and he still lacked too much.

After that, you must practice quickly.

"It's okay."

Daojun with crisp noodles showed a soft smile, his palm was concealed with aura, covering the monk.

In fact, he only passed the psychic energy in his body to the monk, and he played the role of a power bank like Wang Nuan.

After receiving enough psionic energy, the monk himself has the ability to recover from his injuries.

"His breath is really gone." At this moment, the monk raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

That is the position of the grave **** in the highest world.

As an old friend, the death of the grave **** reminded the monk a lot of things for a while.

It's not that I feel pitiful for him, I just feel a little weird.

He always felt that this old guy did not seem to be killed so easily.

In the horoscope, Hui and Peng Xiren, who were tightly connected by the monk and unable to withdraw, also felt the fact that the spirit of the tomb had disappeared.

"He died..." Peng Xiren's eyes were full of tears: "Fuck! Why did he die!"

"Why are you crying? Don't be embarrassed." He swept away Peng Xiren distractedly.

Peng Xi was so popular that he stomped his feet: "That's my physical body...he didn't return me when he used it up, he actually exploded with it!"

"..."

Suffering for a while, I didn't know how to comfort Peng Xiren.

But it sounds like this.

It seems that the worst person in the whole thing is indeed Peng Xiren.

He was robbed of his body by the tomb god, and he was directly robbed of the right to inherit the tomb of Wang Daozu.

Now the inheritance right of the tomb is gone, and the body is gone.

And the most important thing is that the grave **** did not leave a will or anything before his death.

Today, so many treasures in the tomb are now unowned.

Peng Xiren could not get it, so he could only look at it eagerly.

He planned these many things just to do a big cause, but he didn't expect to get nothing in the end, all of them were nothing.

"It is not difficult for the ancestral realm to reshape the physical body. It just takes a billion hours." Ying said.

Perhaps now Peng Xiren's actual realm has entered the ancestral realm. This is the only good news. The physical reconstruction work of the ancestral realm can actually be entrusted to the bronze cat in the "God Abandoned Land".

It just takes a long time.

He knew that Peng Xiren was impatient.

I'm afraid I can't wait.

"It will take thousands of years to wait..." Peng Xiren's heart is painful, and the feeling of being calculated by the grave **** is very strong.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have listened to the evil spirits.

But it seems to be too late to say anything now.

Just when he was about to fall into complete autism.

Just listen to the 狰 and said: "If you really reflect on it, you may still have a chance."

Peng Xiren: "What do you mean?"

Gui: "From what I know about the evil god, his hole card hasn't been played out yet... it's just dead, it's too strange."

Peng Xiren's words could not help but plunged into surprise.

Because what Xi said is true.

"But... what exactly is his trump card? I told me before the monk left, I don't know if I am right." Peng Xiren frowned deeply.

"Unfortunately, your answer should be correct."

Gui said: "But now he can't completely take out the hole card, but with some means, he obtained one ten thousandth of its power. Back then, Master Taoist separated his soul and sealed the other half of the more dangerous soul alone. In the tomb of the sky, the purpose is to block that power."

"But what does that thing do?"

"The specifics are unclear. Neither the monk nor I have seen it. But since Dao Ancestor judged it to be a threat, it must be strong and terrifying."

...

At this time, in the supreme world that was about to collapse, Leng Ming was floating in the void with Wang Nuan on his back.

With the death of the tomb god, this piece of the highest world also fell apart at the same time.

He stayed here for a while, using his sword aura to manipulate the supreme world in a stable state of disintegration, avoiding that the sword aura that he had left and then directly detonated the supreme world. UU reading

In that case, many innocent creatures may be harmed.

But soon, Leng Ming felt that something was not quite right.

The supreme world that was collapsing.

It actually stopped...

A dangerous breath came over.

Wang Nuandu felt the originally calm atmosphere became tense again.

She wrapped Leng Ming's neck and firmly grasped his clothes.

Leng Ming frowned deeply.

At this moment he stared ahead.

I finally found it, right where the **** of the tomb had disappeared.

There was a piece of purple flesh the size of a fingernail, which was squirming and gradually swelling...