Chapter 470 The Wrath of God

Rumble!

There was thunder in the sky and the earth.

This place has long been turned into a place of divine punishment. The dazzling thunder light flickered, covering the sky and the sun, blinding people's eyes. It was a hundred times more dazzling than the child of light's holy light technique!

That destructive opportunity is even more so, not to mention a few gods, even the ancestor of Heishan can't bear it, if the positions of the two are swapped, the ancestor of Heishan in the world will become a handful of fresh ashes .

After an unknown amount of time, the berserk thunder pool finally seemed to dissipate, and the flickering electric arc gradually calmed down. Everyone's eyes were focused on the very center of the Thunder Pond at this moment.

"He should have died, right? It's a pity that he died with a whole body of secrets." Grandmaster Qian Family felt lost. It just feels like something that should belong to him has been lost.

"This result is probably the most perfect." The Son of Light rejoiced secretly, and turned to look at Han Zilong coldly. This is a disaster, and it must be cut off in time.

Better do it now!

The Son of Light took a slight step forward, however, suddenly the pupils of the Son of Light shrank, and saw a figure lying in the area of ​​the dissipated thunder pool at this moment, although there was green smoke all over his body, he still had a faint aura .

It's him!

He's not dead yet!

The hearts of countless people shrank suddenly. This is not dead, what a tyrannical defense! Fortunately, that person's breath is weak at this moment, otherwise he would really be regarded as a monster!

"He's not dead yet, but I guess he's not far away. Those who want to kill him should take advantage of it now." Someone secretly encouraged him, and sure enough, a demigod boldly approached Lin Lang.

The demigod walked to Lin Lang's side tremblingly, and nothing terrible happened. This made him heave a sigh of relief, and smiled back: "Lin Youye has been abolished, you don't need to worry."

"Then you just kill him."

Someone in the crowd yelled.

"How dare I..." The demigod laughed tremblingly, and suddenly turned his head with a fierce look in his eyes. However, the moment he turned his head just now, he looked at Lin Lang impartially.

Just one glance at those deep eyes was like falling into a trance, and suddenly, a sense of crisis emerged in that demigod's heart. There was a flash of green light in Lin Lang's eyes, and he felt like falling into an abyss. He felt that the blood in his body was like boiling water, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

boom!

The demigod's body exploded, and the dead could not die again.

Stare at a demigod powerhouse with a single glance!

The Patriarch Heishan frowned. He couldn't see Lin Lang's body at the moment, so he could only point to the Son of Light: "Go and kill him."

Son of Light gritted his teeth. He didn't dare to provoke Lin Youye, and he didn't dare to offend the ancestor of Heishan either. At this moment, all he had to do was to bite the bullet and walk near Lin Lang.

"roll!"

Lin Lang glanced at him indifferently, and spoke calmly. But the Son of Light seemed to see something terrible in Lin Lang's eyes, which look made him feel as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley.

Suddenly, there was a chill in the Son of Light's heart, and he retreated rapidly at this moment, but still did not avoid the offensive of that gaze. Fleeing to a distance, he let out a muffled grunt, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and his breath wilted.

"His strength is so strong!" Son of Light gasped. Just half a day ago, he still had the power to parry Lin Lang, but now the opponent's strength is unfathomable, it seems that he can kill him with just one look.

"Trash!" The ancestor of Heishan gave the Son of Light a cold look. Facing the humiliation, the Son of Light could only endure it temporarily. In the future, if he breaks through to the middle level of the divine realm, this guy must look good.

The ancestor of Heishan had serious eyes, and said to himself: "It seems that I can only personally kill him."

After the words fell, the ancestor of Heishan slapped Lin Lang with his palm, not aggressively, just to test Lin Lang's current strength.

boom!

Before the mighty handprint got close to Lin Lang's side ten meters away, it began to collapse. When it got close to Lin Lang's side, the terrifying handprint had already completely dissipated.

"Did you come to die too?"

Lin Lang got up slowly, and looked at Patriarch Heishan coldly.

"Send me to death, I'll kill you." Patriarch Heishan sneered again and again, and the jet-black shield in his hand shone with light, enveloping him. With a wave of his hand, one part of the world evolved into a demon world, and tyrannical and boundless demon claws crawled out.

The flying yaksha with two wings and a ferocious face, the huge non-heavenly demon whose body covered the sky, the will-o'-the-wisp eyes and the gleaming white bone skeleton. All kinds of ferocious things transformed continuously, and figures with huge auras stood in the void.

These demons even have the power of gods!

Coupled with the Black Mountain Patriarch itself, it is definitely a terrifying force. Roman Stanislav stood on the ground and muttered endlessly: "Is this the real strength of the mid-level God Realm?"

Lin Lang took a step forward, and the broken sword came through the air and fell into his hands. He was holding a flashing green sword in his hand, and at this moment he was so aggressive that he rushed forward and tore a flying yaksha in two.

After experiencing the baptism of thunder disaster, the remaining spells of the great wizard were also washed away. Lin Lang, who had once again exploded with full strength, was really like an illusory phantom at this moment, unpredictable. The power of the steel forks in the hands of several yakshas exploded, but they pierced into the empty space.

Feitian has three heads and six arms, spits fire from his mouth, and the six arms dance impenetrably, with terrifying power. Those six arms were pressed down together, like a peerless monster. Lin Langfei stepped forward, with the sword in his hand like an arm, but seeing the cold stars, all six of Feitian's arms were cut off by him.

Roar!

Not far away, another group of humanoid beasts with broad wings charged. This group of summoned things can't be killed

At the end of the day, as long as the Black Mountain Patriarch is still casting spells, then this group of monsters will be born infinitely, no matter how many Lin Lang kills.

Lin Lang was naturally aware of this too. At this moment, instead of retreating, he stepped forward, stepping heavily on the void: "I am innate, even the middle-level gods can't stop me!"

He pinched the Yin Jue, and a vast picture scroll unfolded behind him, spreading several miles away.

Immortal pictures flickered behind him, there were immortals riding a crane, and terrifying figures so powerful that people could suffocate appeared behind him, making his whole aura ethereal and ethereal. Immortal kings with terrifying auras and ethereal figures stepped out of the scroll.

That powerful figure is like the master of heaven and earth. One of them was wearing a luxurious amethyst crown, wearing a yellow robe and holding a wand of punishment. The face under the amethyst crown was exactly what Lin Lang looked like.

In the fairy world, there is a strange person named a saint of painting, who proclaims himself emperor through painting. Raise the pen to paint, and when the pen falls, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will be formed. The painting saint once summoned the immortal kings of all races in the world, and only selected the top 30 with the most powerful combat power.

This painting is called Immortal King Picture, and the top 30 peak fairy kings also left a wisp of their strongest magical power in the painting. This painting is not a spiritual treasure, but it faintly has the power of the number one magic weapon under the emperor's realm. Lin Lang was one of them at the beginning, and he realized a kind of supernatural power from the painting, also known as the Immortal King Picture!

As soon as the picture of the fairy king came out, countless fairy kings came to the world, and immediately took Lin Lang's place to fight in the world. They stretched out their big hands covering the sky, and countless yaksha ghosts were crushed and exploded.

How can demons and monsters fight against the thirty strongest peak fairy kings? Lin Lang didn't care about the contest of supernatural powers between the two worlds anymore, and at this moment he slashed out with a sword, and directly took the ancestor of Heishan himself.

"The evil is rampant!"

The ancestor of Heishan roared and waved his arms like a peerless monster. When the pitch-black shield was waved, it obscured the sky, and the sky and the earth turned into darkness.

"cut!"

Lin Lang swept across with his sword, and cut out more than a hundred swords in an instant. The boundless shadow of the sword shrouded, collided with the pitch-black shield, and immediately made the sound of jingling bells.

The ancestor of Heishan stretched out his other hand, and thousands of handed gods and demons slapped Lin Lang with countless palm prints. Lin Lang retracted his sword to resist, and the two collided one after another, helpless to each other.

"Lin Youye has a unique trick that can break through the sound barrier and reach more than twice the speed of sound, so be careful." The Son of Light reminded him from afar on the ground.

In terms of hatred, the relationship between him and Lin Youye is absolutely irresolvable. Even though he is extremely unhappy with the domineering attitude of Patriarch Heishan, he still prefers Patriarch Heishan to win.

"Don't worry, I have noticed his move a long time ago. You can't react at double the speed of sound, but I have the capital." Patriarch Heishan smiled lightly.

"Really." A strange look appeared on Lin Lang's face in an instant, and the rune of the sword in his hand was shining brightly, with boundless power. He took a step forward and actually directly crossed the space.

Lin Youye danced her sword in the sky, and cut it out in an instant, spanning countless spaces and time, leaving only a bright sword light and a figure that was approaching the extreme!

That sword fell.

The world paled.

That sword was extremely fast, far from the double speed of sound described by Son of Light, the sword body could no longer be seen clearly, only a long and narrow afterimage remained. If you have to use the speed of sound to measure that sword, it must have exceeded three times the speed of sound!

Even the ancestor of Heishan didn't have time to react at all, he could only stare wide-eyed, watching the sharp sword light gradually enlarge in his eyes, and finally completely blocked his vision.

There was a sneer on Lin Lang's face: "When did I tell you that the sword can only double the speed of sound."

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the heavy shield fell heavily to the ground, followed by a headless corpse falling, smashing heavily into the ground.

Patriarch Montenegro, fall!