Beichen frowned, stood up with Zi Tong in his arms, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the masked man coldly.
"I don't know who you are, but today, you must die!" Turning around, handing Zi Tong to Suxi, Beichen ordered in a deep voice, "Protect her well."
"Yes, the king." Suxi was busy taking Zi Tong over and supporting him.
"Hurry up, give her the antidote!" Mr. Baicao and Lao Song rushed over quickly, took out a pill and stuffed it into Zi Tong's mouth.
Beichen stepped forward, spread his right hand and held the Scythe of Death in his hand.
Although the development of the plan was somewhat deviated because of his unbearableness, the endings were the same. The masked man had appeared and their purpose had been achieved.
The masked man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
"I really didn't expect that I was deceived by you." He looked at Beichen with contempt, "I have been in the world for too long, and your spiritual power has been greatly reduced. Do you really think that I can kill me?"
"You'll know after trying!"
Beichen flew up, and the giant sickle cut across the sky, leaving behind a bloody afterimage.
The masked man snorted and raised his palm to block his giant scythe.
The masked man's palm was wrapped in ink purple light, and there was a vast fluctuation of star power. The power was very powerful. Beichen felt that power.
"You also feel it?" The masked man looked at him from the scythe, "Yes, I have advanced to the true god. Now I just wait for my power to gradually become pure, and you can turn into heaven and leave. From this time, you will fall into this cycle of life and death forever."
"Who are you?" Beichen asked angrily.
"Does the name Xingying make you feel a little familiar?" asked the masked man.
Star Shadow?!
This was the first time Beichen heard this name, but he felt a sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart.
"Is this your name?"
"Not bad!" The masked man's eyes were filled with anger, "Just because I was born later than you, will I be your shadow? I am unwilling to give up. Why, I don't want to be anyone's shadow."
He suddenly let out anger, and the star power in his palm expanded and overflowed. Beichen felt a powerful force coming to his face, and the person had been shaken away.
After retreating several feet from the air, he stabilized his body.
"Submit to me, Beichen, ha..." Xingying laughed, "You can't win!"
Beichen hummed lightly, his mind moved slightly, and a layer of dazzling golden light had already flowed out of his body.
In an instant, his body had changed.
A pair of ink eyes turned golden, and a pair of golden wings behind him suddenly stretched out. The wind blew the ink-colored long hair. When the long hair floated, it was still ink. When it all flew, it turned into a golden hair.
In order to deal with the masked man, Beichen has released the power of the god in his body.
"Today, I'll convince you to lose."
Xingying raised his right hand, and a sharp long sword appeared between his fingers. He raised his arm and pointed directly at Beichen from the air. The sword body swelled in the wind and instantly turned into a ten-meter-long giant sword.
One sword, break the sky.
Beichen calmly raised the giant sickle in his hand, and the giant sword hit the sickle hard, but it was like slashing the rock without any impact.
Holding the sickle in both hands, Beichen's body hovered in the air, as stable as Mount Tai.
Xingying was shocked. He clearly felt the atmosphere emitted by the other party, which was no weaker than him.
But how could the power of the Ancestor God be so powerful? With his current level, it is impossible for him to fully release the power of the Ancestor God?