Chapter 1206: Eliminating the Roots

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"Duang!"

With a violent muffled sound, Anbei Zongxiu was blasted away. Even though he was a semi-god-level expert, he would definitely be seriously injured if he was hit hard by Wang Yan's terrifying war hammer.

But as soon as he flew more than ten meters, Nini, who had been wandering forward, seized the opportunity and hit him in the back with a stick, hitting him back like a baseball. The lineage of ascetic monks emphasizes the unity of man and spirit, and has extremely high requirements for the tempering of physical strength, so as to strengthen the spirit by constantly tempering oneself.

Moreover, Nini’s stick, although crude and crude, is a sacred instrument passed down from generation to generation by the ascetic monks, a gathering of the faith and spirit of each generation of ascetic monks. As long as she holds this stick, she can continuously gain endless power.

In terms of pure explosive power, he is not far behind Wang Yan.

Anbei Zongxiu suffered two severe blows, several of his bones were broken, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

But it's not over yet.

A bright light lit up, and the Yaoyue Sword came to kill. Anbei Zongxiu, who was extremely frightened, barely twisted his body to avoid it, but one of his arms flew into the air. Yao Yue Sword actually cut off one of his arms.

"Holy Light Judgment!"

Under such an opportunity, the little angel Beibei, who had been assigned to protect the Saint of Light, couldn't help it. With his hands together, a ray of holy light blasted towards Anbei Zongxiu like a laser cannon. In addition, Supergirl's eyes also ejected lasers.

The most exaggerated posture is that of Goddess Shiva. She dances the Shiva Dance, with the phantom of Lord Shiva appearing behind her, and the flame of destruction in her third eye is aroused to the extreme. Maybe it was pressure, maybe she saw the flames of the Eye of Destruction, but the power of the Flame of Destruction seemed to be at a higher level at this time.

With the joint efforts of everyone, Anbei Zongxiu was reduced to ashes. But even so, he still wanted to escape. However, under the double siege of the flames of destruction and Wang Yan's pure Yang true fire, it was gradually burned to charcoal.

"Everyone, please pay attention." At this time, Wang Yan did not relax at all. "The souls of the old monsters at the demigod level are very powerful. Even if they escape even a little bit, they may cause hidden dangers. Saint, besiege another holy flame. "

Wang Yan is well aware of the difficulty of demi-god-level powerhouses. The former Black Death Demon Lord and the current Anbei Zongxiu are old monsters who have been dead for many years and come out to cause trouble. Therefore, in order to avoid future troubles and bloody incidents, Wang Yan will naturally take precautions.

Without saying a word, the Saint of Light once again inspired a stream of holy flames, surrounding the fragments of Anbei Zongxiu's body. As expected, a few traces of black energy tried to break through the blockade and escape, but were completely burned away by the holy flames that restrained the soul.

With the three most famous flames in the world joining forces, no matter how cunning Abe Sohide is, there is nothing he can do. After trying several times to escape using the separated soul, Anbe Zongxiu, who failed in his plan to resurrect the corpse, finally forced his soul out.

The shadow filled with black air bared its teeth and claws and roared: "Son of flame, don't push people too much." He tried his best to block the burning of various flames, but his soul was getting smaller and smaller, and he was in extreme pain.

"Forcing you?"

Wang Yan sneered, "Master Zongxiu, you have always been seeking your own death. You are the one who takes the initiative to provoke me every time, okay? I don't even have time to go to Japan to settle accounts with you. You are here to stir up trouble again. Rui Yu, you are just worthy of death now. If you show your abilities, I, Old Wang, will not be able to resist." Under the siege of the three flames, Wang Yan did not believe that he had any ability to escape.

Sure enough, after the coercion failed, the powerful soul began to pretend to be cowardly and begged for mercy: "Son of Flame, it was my fault. I was obsessed with it, and I shouldn't have provoked you. As long as you let me go, all my property will be donated." Give it to you. Also, I am a demigod who can be completely controlled by you. Isn't there a battle in the abyss soon? I can help you fight the abyss."

Now that things have come to this, it seems as if he is willing to do anything as long as he is willing to let him go.

"It's a pity that I can't trust either Anbei Qingming or Anbei Zongxiu." Wang Yan sneered, "If I let you go today, I have to worry about whether you will stab you every day. An unreliable ally is threatening. Far bigger than a group of powerful enemies. Goodbye~"

Next, no matter how the soul begged for mercy, threatened or cursed, Wang Yan remained indifferent.

After a few minutes, the soul was finally completely refined and burned to the ground. Even the body fragments of Anbei Zongxiu, Wang Yan insisted on burning into cokes, not allowing even half of his soul to be hidden.

It wasn't until everything about Anbei Zongxiu disappeared that Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground, gasping for air.

He was exhausted.

Not only is the body tired, but also the mind is tired.

After falling into a desperate situation from the beginning, Wang Yan began to plan and implement a counterattack to break the situation. It was only now that he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he looked playful and smiling throughout the whole process, his spirit was tense all the time.

The mental pressure is too great to fight against a powerful demigod clan. That's because there's no room for error in the whole process, it's like dancing on the edge of a knife. If you are not careful, you will be destroyed physically and mentally, and your teammates will be affected.

Fortunately, although the whole process was full of dangers, we finally got through it, and every teammate survived in the end.

After the battle, he lay down directly to recover.

The rest of the people were no better than Wang Yan. They all seemed to have lost all their energy and spirit, and collapsed on the ground, not wanting to move even a finger. From the despair after being poisoned by the ancient strange poison at the beginning, to Wang Yan's strange way of removing the poison for everyone, to the desperate counterattack, fighting hard to win the whole battle, this process was really tiring.

Each of them is a legendary strongman, with physical fitness comparable to that of a monster. But even so, they are all tired as if all their bones are broken into slag.

Goddess Shiva looked at Wang Yan with a complicated look.

Although she had a lot of opinions about Wang Yan, this time she was still full of gratitude in her heart. If it weren't for Wang Yan, the descendants of the gods would be in great trouble, and even the inherited Eye of Destruction would be lost.

Her mind moved, and she was about to say sorry, I misunderstood you.

Wang Yan suddenly said with caution: "Goddess, when we were detoxifying before, everyone was acting. Don't take it seriously. You, you are my brother's girlfriend."

Shiva Mori almost got mad at him and rolled her eyes, "Son of Fire, can you stop being so narcissistic? Only a ghost would really like you."

"That's good, that's good." Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest several times. It was as if another big stone fell from his heart.

"What's that expression?" Shiva Goddess finally used up the good impression she had accumulated on Wang Yan and glared at him fiercely.

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