"The dignified young master of the underworld died like this?" Mu Yun looked up at An Zimo, his eyes full of doubts, "It shouldn't be that simple, right?"
"You're right," An Zimo patted the clothes on his body, "If you hadn't held the Soul-Eating Divine Sword in your hand, I might not even be able to drive him back to the underworld."
"So, the fourth child is not dead?" Mu Yun stared into An Zimo's eyes, filled with questions.
"Yes, his full name is Ming Shaodong," An Zimo nodded slowly, "What you just killed was just one of Ming Shaodong's distractions in the human world, and his strength was only 100% of his true form in the underworld.
One, otherwise, we will never be able to deal with him."
"One percent?!" Mu Yun was dumbfounded in shock, "He has 100% of the strength of a heavenly god, so he is not 100% invincible?"
"You don't have to be so surprised," An Zimo said with a chuckle, "On top of the strength of the high-level gods in the Heaven Realm, there are also levels of the God Realm, which are divided into upper gods, middle gods and lower gods, and each god
It is also divided into three levels: high, medium and low. This Ming Shaodong is a high-level intermediate god. His strength is ten times that of the high-level lower gods, and one percent of him is the high-level god in our human world and heaven.
To the extent.”
"No wonder that guy said that there are tens of thousands of people in the underworld who have the strength of the heavenly realm alone," Mu Yun suddenly realized in his heart, "It turns out that the strength of the heavenly realm in the underworld is completely at the level of cannon fodder."
"How do you know so much?" Mu Yun looked at An Zimo curiously, her desire for knowledge made her eyes look very greedy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" An Zimo did not answer her words, but began to tease Mu Yun, "The last time you looked at me in the bathhouse, your eyes were not as lustful as they are now."
"You!" Mu Yun was so embarrassed that her cheeks suddenly turned crimson. She turned around quickly to prevent An Zimo from seeing her embarrassment, "What are you talking about? I just want to know more."
"Oh?" A smirk appeared on An Zimo's face, and then he persisted, "Do you want to know more about body art?"
"Ah!" Mu Yun was ashamed and angry, and roared like crazy. The voice was so loud that An Zimo was so shocked that he quickly covered his ears with both hands. Even so, he still felt that his ear drums were blurred and his eyes were a little blurry.
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"Bang bang bang!" A series of muffled sounds rang out, and the dozen or so powerful men from the Heaven Realm who were in mid-air all fell to the ground at this time. They were vomiting blood, lying on the ground and twitching non-stop. It seemed that they could not survive.
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When Mu Yun saw this, she stopped shouting. She looked at An Zimo very worriedly and said, "Were they scared to death by my voice?"
"It has nothing to do with you," An Zimo waved his hand and said, "They just cooperated with me to use the Holy Sword of Light to Subdue Demons, which consumed all the true energy in the body, that's why they ended up like this."
"You Bright Holy Cult are really cruel!" A look of disgust appeared on Mu Yun's face, and he shook his head and said, "You will do whatever it takes to achieve your goal! You even throw away your own life casually, it is simply inhumane!"
"Humph!" An Zimo didn't take Mu Yun's words seriously at all, "Mu Yun, you are too naive. With your kindness as a woman, you will never achieve great success!"
"Bah!" Mu Yun spat, "An Zimo, I have only one great cause, and that is to destroy your Holy Sect of Light!"
"We're always here for you!" An Zimo's face turned cold, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and flew upwards, "Boom!" There was an explosion, and he used his light blade to blast a big hole in the ground above. "Whoosh!"