Prophet Yin turned into a black tiger and floated over the Sword God City! The breath of his body pressed down on the entire Sword God Star trembled. In addition to the broken Sword God Temple, people could still stand. At this moment, all the creatures near the Sword God City knelt on the ground under the powerful breath of Prophet Yin, unable to resist the suppression of this soul.

"Dong Teng, Nan Jian, Xiying? It's all here, okay, hahaha, a few days ago, I was still thinking about which tribe I should eat for the next meal? Now it seems that eating the Lord of the Universe is the most interesting, hahahahaha!" Yin Zhizhi laughed.

"Eat? Do you really think that the people are your food?" Pan snorted coldly and stepped into the sky.

For some reason, when Pan saw this Prophet Yin, a sense of fighting flashed in his heart. Even when he looked at Qingzhi before, he felt this way, and his blood boiled in an instant.

It seems that there is a voice deep in the soul telling myself that the purpose of his birth is to eliminate this ancient food clan.

At this moment, Yin Xianzhi Zhang Kuang and was the first to rush up.

With one punch, the plate hit the tiger claws of Yin.

"boom!"

The black tiger's claws were slapped, and the plate was instantly slapped away and hit back on the Sword God Star, causing the Sword God Star to tremble.

"Impossible, impossible!" Pan exclaimed.

Is the gap so big? Is it impossible for me to attack with all my strength, but I can't beat the Black Tiger with a casual claw?

"Little guy, his cultivation is only sixteenth level? Do you dare to provoke me? He has an ant-like body shape and overestimate his ability!" Heihu Yin prophet sneered.

"Is it small? Then how about I become bigger? Big, big, big!" Pan shouted loudly.

While drinking, he saw that Pan's body slowly grew bigger and bigger, reaching a hundred feet in a blink of an eye, the size of a black tiger. Even the Pan was not even enough, and it continued to grow bigger, reaching a three hundred feet in a blink of an eye, turning into a giant and rushing towards the Black Tiger.

"Boom~~~~!"

A loud bang rushed the black tiger outside the Sword God Star, but when the black tiger flew out, its body grew bigger again. In a blink of an eye, the black tiger reached a height of a thousand feet and slapped it down again with the terrifying tiger claws.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The pan had already resisted it with all its strength, but the power of the tiger claws was too terrifying. When it was swung out, it instantly tear the void and smashed the pan to the ground like a slap ball.

"Boom!"

Pan fell on the ground outside the Sword God City and smashed a huge pit. The huge vibration caused the entire Sword God City to collapse, and countless creatures were instantly severely injured and crushed to death.

Pan looked at the thousand-foot black tiger in the sky incredibly.

"No, it's impossible, you are at the 18th level? The 18th level of the Daluo Golden Immortal?" Pan exclaimed.

Pan is favored by the Great Dao of the Universe, and the power it exerts has already reached seventeen levels. But, facing the Black Tiger, is it still powerless to fight back?

"What's the use of being a big deal? Just a flowery air!" Heihuyin prophet sneered.

"Flower rack? Come again!" Pan snorted coldly.

With a cold snorkeling, Pan's eyes once again burst into gold and blue light, and his face showed a fierce look and soared into the sky again.

Pan is not willing to admit defeat, no matter how strong the enemy is, it will not make Pan lose his spirit. Not to mention the hatred from the depths of his soul, standing on the side of the people at this moment will not allow this world of devils!

Unfortunately, Pan's strength is ultimately not as close to the eyes of the Emperor Yin.

Yin Zhizhi gently shook his body, and a huge fireball suddenly appeared behind his head. The fireball was like a golden sun, illuminating the universe. There was actually a trace of blue flame in the golden fireball.

"boom!"

As soon as the fireball came out, a wave of flame suddenly formed and spread from the land of Yin Zhizhi to all directions.

"Boom!"

I saw that countless planets in this star field were suddenly bombarded and exploded one by one by one by one. When the flames rushed straight to the Sword God Star, they encountered the interception of the disc, but even the disc could not resist it, and they were instantly hit and knocked back to the Sword God Star again.

"boom!"

As he landed, Pan squirted out a mouthful of blood, looking at the Prophet Yin in the sky incredibly.

For the first time, Pan felt a sense of despair in power.

Just blooming your own breath will force yourself to get close to you?

Is it the eighteenth level? Is the Prophet Yin really the eighteenth level?

"roar!"

The prophet Heihu Yin let out a long roar and saw that on the planets that had just exploded, creatures were quickly sucked into their mouths. Even the surrounding star fragments were sucked into their mouths.

Swallowing the universe, even eating the fragments of the stars?

Only the Sword God Star was spared because the plate had just blocked the flame waves, and all the other stars around were destroyed.

Pan sucked cold breath, and at this moment, the strong men also sucked cold breath in the broken sword god temple.

Including Zhong Yue, his whole body was trembling at this moment.

Too strong, Yin Zhizhi was too powerful, so powerful that he could not resist at all, just like back then...

At this moment, a cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Great Heavenly Lord.

Hongjun smiled bitterly on the side and said, "Da Tianzun, I told you in the past that the seventeenth level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal is not the ultimate, and you can go further. You said it is impossible. Now, what do you say about the cultivation level of this Prophet Yin?"

The Great Heavenly Lord ignored Hongjun's complaints and looked at the Nan Jian General beside him.

"General, ten years ago, were you facing the Prophet Yin with such an aura?" The Great Heavenly Lord said with a ugly face.

This Prophet Yin is too exaggerated.

"Ten years ago, Master Yin did not use all his strength. I thought he had the eighteenth level of the Daluo Golden Immortal!" Nan Jian said with an ugly face.

"Eighteenth level?" A look of suspicion flashed across the face of the Great Heavenly Lord.

"Eighteenth level? Haha, we are too ignorant of power. This ancient food clan is too evil. Eighteenth level? We have never touched that height. Perhaps, maybe Master Yin can be stronger!" Nan Jian said with a ugly face.

"The 19th level?" The Great Heavenly Lord said with an ugly face.

A sad look flashed across Nan Jian's face: "Millions of sword cultivators, let me comprehend the sword art together. If it is at the eighteenth level, there may be a chance to compete. If it is at the nineteenth level, our efforts will probably be in vain!"

"You have learned the sword art in the past ten years, can you fight against the eighteenth level?" The Great Heavenly Lord stared at Nan Jian and said solemnly.

"Yes! But now..." Nan Jian looked at the sky with a sense of confusion.

The plate soared into the sky again and turned into a human form of its original size. However, in front of the wave of Prophet Yin, it could not rush through, even if it touched Prophet Yin.

This Prophet Yin is too strong.

In just a short time, Prophet Yin also swallowed all the stars and creatures except the Sword God Star, and then turned his head to look at the plate that was constantly rushing forward.

"Haha, I can't even get through the power of deduction that I'm good at?" Yin Xianzhi sneered.

"Your power comes from the flame behind your head?" Pan glared and roared.

Pan's Yin and Yang Eyes had been staring at Yin Zhi for a while, but he could not see any flaws in Yin Zhi, which made Pan extremely depressed.

"I said, I am the prophet of the ancient food clan. The power of divine fire is only what the princes are good at. Even this power of divine fire cannot stand it. Do you still want to resist? What I am good at is the power of deduction, mental calculation, and invisible power!" Yin's prophet glared.

There was no power rushing towards him when he glared, but Pan's mind felt like he was bombarded by thunder, and his head, which was hit hard by a strange force, buzzed.

In an instant, the pan seemed to have lost all its power and fell from mid-air.

"Bang!"

Sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the dilapidated Sword God Temple, he did not move, staring at the sky, as if he had been immobilized.

"Pan?" The face of the Great Heavenly Lord changed.

"The power of deduction is directly towards the mind of a person. It is the suppression of mental power. Be careful!" Hongjun suddenly exclaimed on the side.

"Hongjun, do you know what's going on? What deduction power? Is there a way to crack it?" The Great Heavenly Lord said in surprise.

However, Hongjun's face changed: "It's too late!"

"boom!"

I saw that the inexplicable power of the move in the plate rushed straight into the Sword God City. Countless remaining creatures in the Sword God City suddenly fell to the ground, and then turned into powder strangely and disappeared.

At the entrance of the Sword God Temple, most of the disciples of the Sword God Pavilion suddenly fell to the ground and turned into powder and dissipated.

Only ninety-nine swords and one hundred swords were spared because they were hiding behind Qingzhi. However, at this moment, they were also having a splitting headache and fell to the ground and were unable to move.

The Great Heavenly Lord, Hongjun, and Nan Jian also fell to the ground like Pangu, and was unable to move.

Not far away, Zhong Yue, who was lying on the ground, was breathing cold. Zhong Yue knew the power of Prophet Yin, but Zhong Yue never knew that Prophet Yin was so terrifying.

He glared at me, except for these few people, all turned into powder and dissipated? What a domineering power this is?

The power of deduction?

"Premonitor Yin, Beimo? Please save me, I will be loyal to you in the future!" Zhong Yue shouted again in horror.

The black tiger slowly returned to the sky above the entrance of the Sword God Temple, and his body slowly changed to a hundred feet in size. He stepped in the sky and looked at Zhong Yue coldly not far away, but did not take action, as if he didn't care much about Zhong Yue.

Heihu just stared at the inspiration in pain that covered his head.

"Prince of Eternity, they have been suppressed by my deduction. I have been entrusted by the Lord God before his sleep, to help you find yourself! We are wolf, they are sheep, and all creatures in this cosmic era are our food! Don't be merciful to this group of food. If we don't eat it, we will starve to death, so we must eat it!" Master Yin said solemnly.

"No, no, no!" The headache was shattered.

There is a memory in my mind about to be awakened, but it seems like I instinctively resisting that memory.

"Eat the Nanjian, you can recover and return to my ancient food clan. Eat, Prince Eternal! As long as you want, these can be your food. Eat them, eat them!" Yin Zhizhi stared at Qingzhi and bewitched.

"No, no, no!" Qingzhi said in pain, covering his head.
To be continued...