Chapter 1632 Who Is the King of Hell?

"Kill me?" Qianye Ying'er responded with a smile, twisting her fingers gently around thousands of tiny black lights: "Based on your words, you can't do it in this life."

Boom!

Darkness filled the sky again, and the space suddenly collapsed. In the dark and lightless world, everyone's pupils, and even their hearts and souls, could clearly see a dancing black butterfly.

"This... this is..." A startled moan came from the darkness.

"Eternal Butterfly Abyss." Yan Sangeng's eyes penetrated the darkness, stared at the sky, and whispered slowly: "The eighth-level God Lord can actually push her to this level..."

Not far away, Fen Juran's expression changed one after another. He had already thought of something and subconsciously thought: "Could they be..."

Yan Sangen turned around and said, "Son of the Lonely Emperor, do you know their identities?"

"No, it's not them." Fen Jingran shook his head, not knowing whether he was answering Yan Sangeng or saying to himself: "It can't be them."

Yan Sangen frowned: "Who is the person you are referring to..."

Boom!

A very soft sound, but it swallowed up all other sounds. Surprised by the opponent's strength, coupled with her true anger, the mysterious power of the witch Yao Die was finally fully released, and the witch domain named "Eternal Butterfly Abyss", dedicated to the fourth witch in the soul-stealing world, appeared in the sky above the Emperor's Heaven Realm. Its terrifying true form.

Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes also reflected the dancing butterfly shadows. She felt that her five senses were quickly fading away, and the devouring feeling grew from her heart and soul and spread rapidly.

The existence of the Demon Emperor's blood allows Qianye Ying'er to face the power of the demon butterfly without defeat.

However, being able to make up for the gap in profound strength does not mean that it can make up for the gap in soul power!

As for the first witch Yao Die, her most powerful thing is the dark soul power!

Under the butterfly abyss, the oncoming soul pressure even exceeded Qianye Ying'er's expectations. She used to be able to control the "Brahma Soul Death Seal", and her soul power was so strong that you can imagine, but now she faced the demon butterfly with its soul power fully activated. At the first moment, she knew that she could not resist it.

She even felt that if she was completely swallowed by the butterfly shadow, she might not be able to escape for "eternity".

However, she did not immediately get rid of it with all her strength, or even resist. Instead, all the dark light in her body gathered on the oracle in her hand and went straight towards the demon butterfly.

"Hmph, stupid." Yao Die muttered, his gestures and eyes changing at the same time...

And just when the Eternal Butterfly Abyss was about to completely spread out and swallow Qianye Ying'er inside, Yun Che suddenly stretched out his hand far behind Qianye Ying'er and lightly grabbed the void.

As if being violently pulled by an invisible force, Yao Die's half-closed pupils suddenly opened, and the profound energy and soul power she released also lost control. What spread out was an extremely twisted eternal butterfly abyss. , the power of the flawless witch's domain not only dropped sharply, but also opened dozens of flaws of varying sizes.

The weird feeling at that moment, as well as the twisted witch realm, were something the Demon Butterfly had never experienced before. At the same moment, the power of Qianye Ying'er, who was preparing to attack, exploded, and a golden shadow with black light pierced into the realm of Dieyuan, piercing the originally terrifying witch realm... almost easily. Then it ripped apart suddenly.

Buzz!

The wings of the butterfly were broken, the field was shaken, and the sudden backlash shook Yaodie's whole body. She was inexplicably horrified, but the witch's will kept her from panic. Her gestures suddenly changed, and she forcibly gathered the power of the field. Instead of retreating, she advanced, and suddenly grabbed To the oracle that just tore the realm apart,

There was a muffled sound, and the oracle was firmly grasped by the demon butterfly. It was like a seven-inch golden snake being pinched, and its divine light suddenly dimmed.

In the distance, Yun Che's five fingers gently pulled at the void again.

The strange and incomparable tearing force just now struck again at this moment. The power she had gathered in her hands suddenly got out of her control, and nearly 30% of it escaped at once... And it was out of control and escaped out of thin air, as if it were alive. It was like being silently eaten away by an invisible monster.

Crack!

The strange loss of control of power made the demon butterfly no longer able to control the oracle. The oracle took off her fingers and threw it straight towards her face.

Hiss!

The space was torn apart fiercely. The demon butterfly twisted its waist and used a strange movement to

It retreated away, leaving only dozens of black broken hairs dancing in the darkness.

The figure of the demon butterfly appeared ten miles away. The moment she stopped, a soft sound was heard, and a slanting crack opened on the upper edge of her mask, accompanied by a trace of blood that slowly overflowed.

The air was completely condensed, and all the hearts were tense and unable to beat.

They saw the witch's domain that was torn apart in an instant as soon as it was spread out, and saw the witch's blood on the forehead that was so scarlet that it hurt the heart.

Even Yaodie himself couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had been injured.

"Who is it... who is it?" Tian Mu murmured as he looked up at the sky. He actually witnessed the Witch Demon Butterfly being injured with his own eyes. This was an incredible and shocking scene.

Without touching his own injuries, Yao Die's eyes passed through the layers of darkness and fixed on Yun Che's body.

Compared to Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che is the person Yaodie cares about the most. So even though she was fighting Qianye Ying'er, a considerable part of her attention was still on Yun Che.

And when the two extremely strange anomalies occurred, she noticed the changes in Yun Che's gestures.

But, it’s just a gesture! ? There is no strange smell.

The feeling just now...what was that?

Qianye Ying'er didn't give her any chance to breathe, and a golden shadow came from the sky.

The two fought together again, and dark disaster descended on the Emperor's Heaven Realm again.

The previous collision of forces made the two evenly matched. But at this moment, Yaodie was already a little confused. Coupled with the backlash from the witch domain, she was gradually suppressed by Qianye Ying'er in the darkness.

Yun Che watched silently, staring at Yao Die with emotionless eyes. At a certain moment, his left index finger gently tilted downwards.

Bang!

The demon butterfly's fingers wrapped in magic light touched Qianye Ying'er's oracle, and dozens of black dark areas instantly exploded around the two of them. But this terrifying stalemate that only belonged to the late God Lord lasted for less than half a breath. Yao Die's fingers suddenly trembled, and a gap suddenly appeared out of thin air in the power she released.

The small gap caused her power to flow out of control in an instant.

Such a change would undoubtedly be fatal in a fierce battle at the level of evenly matched enemies or at the level of a god. Before Yao Die's expression could change, the oracle suddenly tore apart her power and flew towards her like a golden poisonous snake, directly touching her heart.

boom

As if a dark star exploded in the heart of the demon butterfly, she flew away in the dark storm like a butterfly with broken wings, leaving a shocking blood streak in the air.

This time, she could sense very clearly that at the same time as the change occurred, Yun Che's fingers made a slight movement.

Once...twice...three times...is it really still a coincidence?

What exactly is that? Some kind of divine relic-level, breathless mysterious weapon?

Or sorcery! ?

And he was not the only one who captured all this, there was another person.

call!

In the midst of everyone's horror, Yan Sangeng suddenly rose into the sky and headed towards Qianye Ying'er, accompanied by an extremely gloomy voice: "I'm here to help you."

The figure of the demon butterfly froze high in the sky, pressing his hand on his heart, blood dripping from his fingers.

"Oracle", a divine artifact of the Brahma Emperor God Realm in the Eastern Divine Region. Yaodie had known its name for a long time, and at this moment, she could clearly see how terrifying it was.

However, she was injured by the oracle, but she did not care about the injury at all. Instead, she bent over with all her strength and took Qianye Ying'er again. The butterfly shadow behind her solidified in an instant. The power of the demon goddess that was re-expanded was even more powerful than before. I could barely feel any weakness just now.

Yan Sangen was also approaching at this time. A ninth-level god master and a seventh-level god master jointly attacked Qianye!

Qianye Ying'er didn't retreat at all, not even a trace of movement could be seen on her snowy face.

When it comes to cultivation, Yan San is slightly weaker than Qianye Ying'er, but when faced with it in person, the pressure is so heavy that it suffocates him. At least, that is by no means the suppression that a small difference in realm should bring.

He raised his brows slightly, and exchanged glances with Demon Butterfly for an instant. When he approached Qianye Ying'er, he

His body posture suddenly changed, and he passed by her and went straight towards Yun Che.

The power of the demon butterfly also exploded at this moment, firmly suppressing Qianye Ying'er, making it impossible for her to stop her.

As a seventh-level god lord and the leader of the thirty-six hell ghosts in the Yama Realm, before today, Yan Sangen would never believe that he would personally attack a seventh-level god lord in his own capacity.

Today, not only did he take action, but he did so quickly and cruelly.

The space of tens of miles was shortened in an instant, and Yun Che was very close in his sight. Yan Sanggeng grabbed it out and tore a dark crack in the air with his open fingers.

The sound of space tearing was so sharp that it seemed to tear everyone's eardrums into countless pieces, but Yan Sangeng's expression turned stiff for a moment, because his five fingers actually grabbed the air directly, and behind him, there was only a torn to pieces. Afterimage.

After a moment of astonishment that was short enough to be ignored, Yan Sangeng's reaction was as fast as thunder in the sky, his figure turned sharply, and with incomparable precision, he grabbed the place where Yun Che had just appeared.

Hiss!

The speed and the sound of tearing were several times more terrifying than before, but as far as Yan Sangen's fingers reached, there were still only fragmented afterimages.

His expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of gray death in his pupils.

"The top-notch body skills, perhaps even cultivated to the highest level, are admirable." Yan Sangen looked ahead, with words of approval in his mouth. He turned around slowly, his eyes fell on the position where Yun Che appeared, and he raised his arms. , press down gently with five fingers.

A shrill, plaintive, or desperate scream suddenly came from an unknown space, like thousands of lonely ghosts screaming and howling. Behind Yan Sangeng, the shadow of a gray skeleton slowly emerged. His skin also turned into a frightening dark gray at this moment. He was like a living mummy that had begun to weather. Only a pair of eyes reflected the reflection. A strange light that should not belong to a living person.

Those terrifying eyes locked onto Yun Che's location between the fingers, and the voice in his mouth was so hoarse that it was difficult to hear clearly: "Come on, let me see how you can escape this time."

The voice slowly fell, and he was already rushing towards Yun Che. Although his speed was still extremely fast, it was much slower than before.

However, the moment he moved away, thousands of ghosts were crying and howling around him, and the whole world seemed to suddenly turn into a terrifying ghost realm.

But located in the center of the ghost realm, Yun Che felt as if he was surrounded by thousands of ghosts and was completely unable to move.

With Yun Che's cultivation as a seventh-level god-lord, he was able to crush Tian Guhu, which was shocking to the world, but there was no way he could compete with a seventh-level god-lord like him. Under the suppression of absolute power, no matter how powerful the movement is, it will become a weak joke.

Yan Sangen dragged a long gray mark and grabbed Yun Che's throat with his five fingers. Until he was several feet away, Yun Che still didn't run away... of course he couldn't move.

Just when Yan Sangen was sure that Yun Che would fall into his hands in the next moment, Yun Che's pupils suddenly dilated.

The aura of the seventh level of the Divine Lord Realm exploded in front of him in an exaggerated, terrifying and incomprehensible magnitude in an instant, but he didn't even have time to be shocked. A trace of afterimage had passed by him, leaving only a flash of scarlet mark deep in his pupils that lasted for a long time.

Yan Sangeng's figure stopped, and all the sounds in the world disappeared.

He stood there, then slowly lowered his head... A huge sword, shining with a not-so-bright scarlet light, pierced his heart, pierced through his back, and pierced through his body.

His body of the Divine Lord, which was tougher than the Tiangang Divine Stone, and the protective profound power of the Divine Lord Realm, seemed to not exist at all.

"Idiot."

Behind Yan Sangeng, came the most indifferent and disdainful whisper he had ever heard in his life.

Yun Che stretched out his hand, and the Heaven Smiting Demon Slayer Sword immediately pierced through Yan Sangeng's body and flew back to his hand, without a trace of blood on the sword.

Then, the scarlet sword disappeared from his hand. He turned his back to Yan Sangeng, and never looked at him again from beginning to end.

Being pierced by a sword is not a fatal injury to a person with a high level of cultivation at the level of God Lord, and it is not even a serious injury.

However, Yan Sangeng still stood there, and there was no blood in the hole in his body. Only a touch of scarlet light was still shining silently, with no sign of dissipating or fading.