Chapter 1121 God Is Dead

In the misty chaos, a big golden hand reached out and grabbed Ye Tian.

In the palm of the hand, lines flashed one after another, shining with brilliant divine light, full of demonic fluctuations.

This was a terrifying scene, like a galaxy collapsing, and the aura of great destruction swept out, overwhelming Ye Tian.

This is a supreme power, superior to Earth Immortal, Golden Pill, and even Nascent Soul. Even if it is just a residual thought, it is not that easy to deal with.

Just now, it was this big golden hand that grabbed Ye Tian through the white light curtain.

Now in this small world, on the Tao platform, the power of the golden hand is even greater, like a mountain pressing down, and it can swallow up life.

Click!

The Heaven-shaking Great Seal cracked at an accelerated rate, and the chaotic divine light rushing upward was suppressed by the golden hand.

The Chaos God Realm that enveloped Ye Tian was also shrinking, and tiny cracks appeared, threatening to collapse at any time.

What's even more frightening is that that big golden hand can swallow up vitality. Even with several layers of protection, it can actually swallow up the golden blood energy on Ye Tian's body, making the divine brilliance that surrounds him continue to dim.

"Damn it, this is a big demon that wants to drain the blood from our bodies and turn us into dust." Taro Miyamoto yelled.

Like Ye Tian, ​​the blood in his body is also being extracted, and it is extracted much faster than Ye Tian, ​​because he does not have Ye Tian's protective ability.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, his body is aging, his flesh and blood are drying up, and he is racing towards the end of his life.

Now he finally knew why he was trapped in the eighteen copper pillars and the life essence was extracted. It turned out that he was feeding this big devil in a blood sacrifice.

Taro Miyamoto was obviously not the only one who was sacrificed by blood. There are countless powerful monks in history who were sacrificed by blood just to fulfill a big devil.

There are also countless believers whose faith and thoughts are also helping to perfect this person.

This is the biggest secret of the Holy See. It cannot be seen by others and cannot be seen by the light.

"God, I have brought you two sacrifices, enjoy them." The pope said loudly, his eyes were red, and he was a bit dazed.

But he didn't notice that his body was drying up and his life was rapidly fading away.

"God, I am your most loyal servant, you can't do this to me!"

When he discovered the situation, he went crazy and yelled, but it was no use. The figure didn't even look at him.

He regards himself as a servant, but he doesn't know that he is just an ant, just like all living beings, insignificant.

Boom!

Ye Tian did not sit still and wait for death. His energy and vitality increased, and his golden blood boiled. He suddenly stretched out a hand and manifested the golden palm of chaos.

Boom boom boom!

The void shook, and wherever the palm of the golden light of chaos passed, it brought up a golden ocean, vast and boundless.

Two giant golden palms collided, making an earth-shattering sound.

There's nothing fancy, it's just hand-to-hand combat.

Ye Tian's golden holy body has unparalleled physical strength, and there are few rivals on this star. If he doesn't use any magic power and only fights with his physical body, he can compete with Jin Dan.

boom!

Terrifying fluctuations swept across, the divine waterfall collapsed, the Taoist platform shook violently, and cracks appeared.

Just one move, the winner is determined!

The figure's golden hand was smashed into pieces by Ye Tian's slap.

Ye Tian was brave and invincible. Taking advantage of the situation, the golden palm of chaos came forward, grabbed the broken arm, and tore off the entire arm.

Bang!

The arm exploded and turned into a stream of chaotic air, annihilating the void and filling the air with the breath of death.

The young man is too fierce,

Both Taro Miyamoto and the Pope saw it clearly.

When the Pope discovered that he was also being attacked indiscriminately, his attitude changed somewhat and he stopped making noises.

Although he claimed to be a servant of God and could shed his blood for God, when he was asked to die for God, he refused.

boom!

The Xuanhuang Divine Waterfall continues to fall endlessly, like thousands of troops and horses, rolling forward. Ye Tian's bones are clanking, as if he is carrying a big mountain on his back, stepping up the steps with difficulty.

This place is a small world of its own. A Taoist platform is no more than ten feet high, but it seems to tower up to the ninth level, majestic and majestic.

The Great Seal was facing collapse, and the Chaos God Realm was also facing destruction, but Ye Tian did not stop, he vaguely guessed something. At this point, there is no retreat. There must be great good fortune in great terror.

"If your true form were here, I would turn around and leave without saying a word. You are just a lingering thought, how can you stop me?"

"You don't belong to this star. You have no merit and no virtue, but you want to harvest the power of faith. You are cheating."

"Also, you shouldn't use the secret technique of blood sacrifice to steal the life essence of human monks. This is what the devil does."

Ye Tian's words are every word, each word is sonorous, like the sound of a great law, shocking people's hearts.

Although the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, the aura on his body became more and more powerful, the golden blood was boiling, the Chaos God Realm was blazing, and there was even a pressure that suppressed the figure on the Taoist platform.

As a defender of Taoism, Ye Tian stood on the commanding heights of morality and defeated demons to defend Taoism.

boom!

When he stepped on the fifth step, with a low roar like a demon's roar, the figure took action again, reaching down with a big hand.

Clang!

This time Ye Tian struck out with a sword and cut off an arm.

Suddenly, a terrifying scene happened. The figure on the platform stood up, with a straight waist, tall and impressive, exuding a power that was overwhelming to the heavens and the earth.

Puffy...

Then, behind that figure, densely packed wings stretched out, as many as nine pairs, eighteen, bright and holy.

Light clan, this is actually an angel, an eighteen-winged angel!

"Is the legendary supreme being an angel? Does it have eighteen wings?" Taro Miyamoto asked the Pope.

The Pope was stunned and speechless for a while.

The most powerful Seraph in the legend only has three pairs of wings.

The energy of death rolls around the heaven and earth, as vast as the ocean, making people's hair stand on end, their souls trembling, and about to collapse.

It seems that behind that figure is not the eighteen wings of light, but the Senluo Palace, carrying hell on its back, suppressing the ten directions and sweeping the ten places.

"God, really God, the omnipotent God, the supreme God,..." the pope murmured, his voice trembling badly.

Clang!

Immediately afterwards, a surprising scene happened. A sword beam struck down, and the tall figure with eighteen wings was immediately split into two halves.

Then, this figure began to dissipate and turned into a shower of light, the most original law of heaven and earth.

"What, you killed God? That's impossible," the Pope shouted.

"It's become a feather." Taro Miyamoto was shocked.

Within a moment, the figure disappeared, as if it had never existed. But on the spot, there was an exquisite little tower shining brightly, with a total of nine floors.