"Divine Corpse!"

What appeared in front of Chu Yuan was a corpse.

Yes, this is a corpse of a god.

Moreover, the pressure emitted from him was much stronger than the Golden Crow God, and the two were incomparable.

Although God died, the body of this corpse still exuded a majesty that was not blasphemous. This is the majesty of God, and even if it falls, it cannot be violated.

"This corpse died in a big battle!"

Chu Yuan saw that this sacred corpse fell when he fought with a powerful enemy.

"God will also fall and cannot last forever."

Chu Yuan shrouded the supreme majesty, ignored the pressure of the divine, walked over and saw a deep blue object appearing on the right hand of the divine corpse, which was a deep blue phlegm, with the power to disrupt the space.

"Imperial Artifact!"

Chu Yuan's eyes suddenly froze.

The imperial artifact contains divine laws, with infinite power, and even the true god cannot refine it.

Only the powerful gods can create them with the power of the gods. If a true god possesses them, no one at most level will be an opponent.

The Xuanzun Dynasty only has an imperial artifact to surpass all sides.

"Big Grabbing Hand!"

Chu Yuan grabbed the deep blue phlegm with one hand.

Boom!

This deep blue halberd that had been silent for many years actually churns up the sea of ​​anger. The vast and endless aura of divine aura turned into such a terrifying divine law and intertwined it. It actually flew up and burst out with its immortal power, and slashed at Chu Yuan.

He could see that the power of this deep blue halberd is much stronger than that of the Golden Crow Divine Sword.

"Return to my hands!"

Although it was refining by a god, it was just a magical weapon at the moment. Chu Yuan also burst into a strong majesty, and the sun and moon were rays of light burst out, condensing for one move and hitting him hard.

The earth was overturned, the void fission, and the world was tumbling. The imperial artifact contained the will of gods, so it was unwilling to be collected by others and tried its best to resist.

"A magical artifact also wants to compete with my power!"

Chu Yuan turned his hands and turned his hands into rain.

"The Great Demon Curse!"

Suddenly, just as Chu Yuan and the Euphorbia competed, the space suddenly became dark!

A stream of black demonic energy actually spread out from the body of the divine corpse and turned into the eternal demon realm. A powerful will locked Chu Yuan.

When Kong Mi Dao Kun saw this, he made a frightened voice.

"Your blood is my blood, your soul is my soul, soul, soul blood, soul devouring magic!"

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The realm of the Demon appears, and the demonic energy strangely condenses the figure of an old man, which is illusory and twisted, not the real body, but more like a soul. The demonic hand grabs Chu Yuan's head.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Chu Yuan looked at the old man: "A soul, this divine corpse is not you!"

Although the old man's soul is strong, Chu Yuan can still feel it. The auras on the two of them are different, one is light and the other is dark.

"Tell me your soul!"

The old man had no expression on his face and grabbed Chu Yuan directly with his big hand.

"The sun and the moon shine together!"

The light of the sun and the moon rushed straight into the river, as if a star was shining. The endless golden flames actually dispelled the rolling demonic energy and wanted to kill this soul.

"The power of devil is infinite!"

There seemed to be a slight change on the old man's face, and he looked disdainful, as if he was mocking the demonic energy he wanted to use flames to extinguish his demonic energy. He thought too simply and immediately saw him stepping into Chu Yuan.

His moves have the power to extract blood and soul.

"Soul-Devouring Demonic Art!"

This old man is like a god among demons. The half-step true god will be immediately extracted by this soul devouring.

"Land the long river!"

Chu Yuan's eyes were so strict and cold, and the long river of the soil was extremely brilliant, turning into billions of rays of light.

The old man grabbed him with a palm, and after encountering the Rang Changhe, he actually retreated fiercely, and his figure was trembling violently.

"What kind of power is this!" The old man finally made a shocking voice.

"No matter if you were strong before, but now you are just a soul. You can survive and dare to deal with me?"

Chu Yuan took out the Netherworld Soul Lamp.

The lamp oil in the soul lamp was a strong soul power. After it was ignited by him, it turned into a soul-detaining hand and grabbed the old man.

"A magical artifact specifically for souls!"

The old man's face changed drastically.

He could feel that although this Netherworld Soul Lamp is a king-grade artifact, its power is too strong. Apart from the lack of the divine laws of the imperial artifact, it is no less than the imperial artifact in some aspects.

"Soul-Devouring Great Handprint!"

The old man used his killer move again to fight against the Soul-Retaining Master.

Hand of the Netherworld!

Netherworld soul refining!

Netherworldly soul-blocking!

The three killing moves of the Nether Soul Lamp are surprisingly used. If this soul lamp is not effective against the existence of a true body, it is extremely terrifying for the soul body. Even Zhu Fengfeng's Golden Crow Sword is not as good as the Nether Soul Lamp's soul power to deal with the soul.

The three killer moves fell on the old man at the same time, and he almost collapsed his soul.

The old man felt pain and knew that he failed this time and encountered an opponent that was difficult to deal with, so he was about to disappear from Chu Yuan.

But Chu Yuan pointed to the ground at this moment, and his majesty rolled, like the strongest emperor. When he blew the divine fire of the Pagoda, the glazed divine fire spread to the space, and it was bright in an instant, locking the old man like the eternal and unchanging sun.

"The first god fire!"

The old man recognized that this was the power of the previous divine fire. His expression was no longer described, and he was angry and frightened.

First there was the Netherworld Soul Lamp, and then the First Divine Fire. All moves were restraining him.

The power of the Supreme Rang also erupted from Chu Yuan's body. He stepped away with him. The river of Rang was as vast as the sky, as if the vast starry sky, and the infinite universe was under his control, and he could not escape from his palm.

When the old man saw Chu Yuan, he felt like he was facing the Supreme Human Emperor.

"Forbidden Soul!"

The Netherworld Soul Lamp fell on the old man's head and a field of soul-inhibiting appeared.

The old man was extremely furious and he bombarded the Netherworld Soul Lamp crazily.

But his power is all soul attributes. When the soul lamp comes, it just takes it and burns in. The flames on the lamp candle are getting hotter and hotter, and can burn the soul to death.

Swish!

A big hand appeared from inside the soul lamp, and captured the old man's soul.

"Who are you!"

The old man made an angry roar.

ah!

But as soon as his voice came out, the old man let out a shrill scream.

This is the power of soul refining. It is like putting a person on a oil pan and roasting it. Even the grease can roast you out. No matter how tough a person is, he cannot bear the severe pain.

"What's your name?" Chu Yuan said.

The old man doesn't.

There were not many Chu Yuan, so he directly increased the power of soul refining, making the old man's body more and more illusory.

"Me!" The old man couldn't stand it anymore: "Everyone in the world calls me Old Demon Ning, the Soul-Devouring Demon God!"

"Your name." Chu Yuan continued to refine.
Chapter completed!