"Hey! You're so arrogant after cutting off two rocks. It seems like I won't be able to teach you a lesson..." The weird voice laughed sinisterly.
Liu Qiankun said disapprovingly: "Don't talk nonsense, this is the lesson I'm waiting for you!" He pointed his sword in vain, and quietly released a ray of consciousness to look around the crater.
He had a glimmer of understanding in his heart: the weirdest place in the entire space is this crater. The stone monster called Balrog just jumped out of this ghost place. Could it be that the clone of the servant of God is also hidden in the hot magma?
Within, right?
Gudongdong!
As if Liu Qiankun's conjecture had been verified, the viscous magma began to bubble out again, and then surged violently. Sumeru Room was like boiling water gushing out of the edge of the crater...
Two human heads slowly rose from the dark red magma, one black and one red, rising slowly, one foot, two feet... until the entire body was exposed outside the magma, floating strangely in mid-air.
These two people are not covered in thick lava like the Balrog. On the contrary, they are very clean. The black-haired wretched man has the same virtue as Husmo. Needless to say, he must be the clone of the servant of God. The other red-haired old man is the same.
His face was indifferent, and his rickety body seemed a little swaying. There was an iron chain as thick as an arm running through his shoulders, and one end of the chain was wrapped around the waist of the servant of God.
When Liu Qiankun saw this scene, his heart was shocked, his eyes were on fire, and he thought to himself: This old man didn't know what mistake he made, and he was tortured like this. Is he the great god imprisoned in this place where gods are imprisoned?
"Hehe! You arrogant boy, why don't you surrender and capture me when you see this god?" the god's servant said with a sinister smile, and the voice was as harsh as the cry of a night owl.
Liu Qiankun did not answer. He straightened his body and pointed the Qingming Sword in his hand at the servant of the god. A brilliant green light burst out and stretched out on the sword, like a long letter from a giant python.
The red-haired old man behind the servant of the god slowly raised his head, and his turbid old eyes looked coldly at the sword in Liu Qiankun's hand, with an unknown look flashing in his eyes.
"Let him go, let's have a fight!" Liu Qiankun pointed his sword at the servant of God and shouted angrily.
The servant of the god stretched out his hand and gently pulled the iron chain around his waist, and sneered: "Hey! With your cultivation, I can beat you to death with one hand!" After speaking, he slowly raised a skinny
On the palm of the hand, the long nails flashed with black light.
The red-haired old man couldn't help but staggered two steps in the air when he pulled the chain. A trace of anger appeared on his face, and he said in a hateful voice: "You bitch, don't be so rampant. If you dare to pull this chain again, I will be destroyed physically and mentally."
I will also turn you into ashes!"
Hearing what the red-haired old man said, the servant of God seemed to be a little wary. He quickly loosened the iron chain in his hand and said with a sinister smile: "Hey! I wish you the best, I didn't expect that your anger would still be so strong after being imprisoned for a million years. If
I was destroyed millions of years ago, so why wait until today?"
"Humph!" The old man snorted angrily and lowered his head without saying a word, but the corner of his eye never left the long sword in Liu Qiankun's hand.
The words of the two people reached the ears of Liu Qiankun, who was getting ready to go. There was a buzz in his mind, and then his thoughts started to spin rapidly: Could it be that the red-haired old man in front of him is the younger brother of the Fire God Zhu Rong? Damn it, today is really true.
Opened my eyes...
Just when he was stunned, the servant of God pressed down lightly with his virtual palm, and a frighteningly powerful aura rippled out in vain, filling the surrounding space.
"Drink!" Liu Qiankun shouted like thunder, raised the Qingming Sword with all his strength and struck at the servant of the god. A green sword cut through the void and made a sound like cracking leather.
laugh!
The dark green sword light dissipated without a trace after less than two feet, leaving only a rippling white mark in the air...
A smile appeared on the corner of the god's servant's mouth, and he lowered his palm an inch further, saying in a cold voice: "Humble cultivator, no matter how you practice, you will always be an ant in front of this god!" The voice was unhurried and full of emotion.
A kind of disregard for life makes people feel chilly.
Liu Qiankun only felt that the space around him was distorted, and the breathtaking pressure made it difficult for him to breathe. His whole body seemed to be entangled with countless dense silk threads, tightly wrapping his whole body, and in his hands
The Qingming Sword also began to slowly droop, as if it was wrapped in a large net transformed by the Golden Lotus of Fortune. The only difference was that he could still see things, clearly...
"Hehe! You can be considered capable of holding on for two breaths in my demigod realm, but soon every inch of your body will be crushed to dust!" the servant of the god said proudly, but a flash of light flashed in the eyes of the red-haired old man behind him.
With a trace of disdain and hatred, he slowly turned around.
Liu Qiankun can't even move his fingers to lift it now. No matter how he urges the Zifu Divine Infant, it seems to be a luxury. The skin and flesh on his body feel tight, as if the whole person is placed somewhere.
It was like being squeezed into a very small container. Apart from thoughts, it was so difficult to even blink.
The Zifu Divine Infant in Dantian seemed to have lost contact with the physical body, as if his whole body was strangely divided into two parts. The little Divine Infant closed his eyes and concentrated in the Dantian, no matter how hard he used his thoughts to drive him, he would not do anything.
Moved by.
Choking!
The Qingming Sword broke away from his control and fell to the ground, letting out a clear dragon roar. Liu Qiankun felt a warmth pass through his heart, and then his heart felt like being hit by a giant hammer. With a pop, a blood arrow spurted out from his mouth.
Then he became exhausted, and a sense of decadence and powerlessness spread in his heart, and the previous high spirits were gone.
The cool smile on the corner of the god's servant's mouth became more and more intense. He would never let Liu Qiankun, who destroyed his clone, die easily. If his will and body were not destroyed together, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart. The skinny palms
Pressing down an inch again, the entire space was suppressed and distorted, like faces in extreme pain.
The red-haired old man suddenly turned his head, stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Qiankun, who was exhausted on the ground, and cursed: "You useless thing, you are in vain to be responsible for the ancient divine weapon that connects the mind and the heart, and you can't even break through a bullshit field, you
This kind of ant-like thing is not worthy of standing between heaven and earth..." The old man's beard and hair were unkempt, and his maroon face was distorted by anger, making him look somewhat ferocious and terrifying.
"Hahaha! Old man, are you so stupid as to hope that this useless ant will help you get out of trouble?" The servant of God raised his head and laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in his life.
Although Liu Qiankun couldn't move his body, he could hear the old man's scolding without missing a beat, and the thoughts in his mind started to spin rapidly: Connected minds? Ancient magic weapons? Could it be... A flash of inspiration flashed before his eyes, and he was filled with ecstasy.
Want to scream!
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