The God King of the Four Palaces rose up from the sky, facing the Silver-faced God from a distance, but his eyes were full of disdain. Liu Qiankun and Qing Mo deliberately concealed their momentum, but they were equivalent to the cultivation level of the superior gods, except for Ba Xi and Jin Peng.
The powerful quasi-god kings and the three superior gods are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the four palace god kings. The lineup of Demon God Cliff and Jin Penngling is nothing more than a fight between trapped beasts.
In vain, the ears of the napping mini pig lying at the feet of the ancient god moved. He raised his head and twitched his nose twice. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and glanced around the gods confronting each other in mid-air. He continued to bury his head.
He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Emperor Shun sneered and said, "Are these two divine friends coming here to surrender?" With this lineup, they would either surrender or die.
Ba Xi took a step forward, shook his head and smiled loudly: "Are you willing to surrender? That's all, then I will reluctantly let you bunch of unsatisfied grandsons go..." After saying this, his big head shook wildly, and he waved.
He looked like he was carefree.
The God King of the Four Prefectures had a solemn look on his face. He flipped his palms and held out the Chaos Spirit Treasure. His momentum suddenly rose. Tens of thousands of gods below him also shouted for support. The huge sound wave surged straight into the sky. Even the powerful demons on the Demon God Cliff
They can also hear it clearly.
"Call the dozing ancient god and let's fight!" A hoarse voice sounded from the silver-faced demon's mouth, but no emotion could be seen in a pair of dark and deep eyes.
The reason why Liu Qiankun called out to the ancient god was because he felt that fighting against the God Kings of the Four Palaces was not fun at all. He deliberately changed his voice to hide it from the sensitive ears of the earthly evil pig. If it hadn't been for him just now
If he covered up his odor in time, he would be afraid that the Disha Pig would smell it out. He didn't want his true identity to be revealed so quickly.
The ancient god seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, but in fact he was using his spiritual consciousness to check the situation between the two sides. Hearing the name of the silver-faced demon opposite, he couldn't help but feel moved. He opened his eyes and looked directly at the silver-faced demon, sighing:
"Do you want to fight this god?" A huge black shadow appeared close to the back, arrogantly looking at the world. The world suddenly darkened. At this dark moment, Liu Qiankun's indifferent voice came from afar: "
You really shouldn’t have come, now that you are here, let’s fight!”
Dark clouds surged over Demon God Cliff, and endless dark clouds spread out, covering the space at the foot of the mountain in darkness. Liu Qiankun soared into the sky, straight up into the void, and waited for the ancient god to come with his palms.
"Hmph! Even a mere ant dares to be so presumptuous." The ancient god frowned, but did not see him get up and leave his seat. He just took the wicker chair and slowly raised it. The speed was not fast, but every time it rose a few feet, the pressure on his side increased.
He became a bit more powerful. When he looked at the Silver-faced Demon face to face, he heard a powerful sound that made Feng Yun change his face.
"Let me ask you, why do you want to help these four ambitious people?" Liu Qiankun stood in the wind, unmoved by it, looking at the ancient god calmly with his eyes.
"Don't be nagging, you are the one who sought your own death and you can't blame me." The ancient god frowned slightly, and a ferocious look appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the past three years, he has only taken action a handful of times, and the god who died in his hands
However, there are no less than ten thousand people. In the battle with the God-eating Empress a few days ago, he almost killed all the God-Eating Ants. Unfortunately, the silver-faced demon in front of him was too weak, so he just killed it and gave up.
"You still have three breaths to live, so take a good look at the sky!" Liu Qiankun's voice turned cold, and he had murderous intentions. At that moment, dark clouds rolled in, and there was a loud thunder.
Boom!
Darkness instantly enveloped the entire Demon God Cliff, as well as the vast area around the Demon God Cliff with a radius of thousands of miles. In the thick darkness, a scream cut through the void, and a wisp of blood splashed into the sky from the darkness...
"Kill!" The God King of the Four Prefectures shouted. He thought it was the silver-faced demon who was killing him, and said that the ancient divine power was pouring into the sky. He didn't even bother to use his spiritual sense to explore it. He raised the Chaos Spiritual Treasure in his hand and slashed towards the opponent.
As long as Ba Xi and Jin Peng capture and kill these two powerful men in charge, Demon God Cliff will be destroyed without any attack.
They thought they had a trick, but they never imagined that the boy in green with a cold face was the real terror.
Gulu!
The Disha Pig rolled on the spot, jumped up, and shot straight into the sky like lightning. Only it saw the most thrilling scene. The silver-faced demon was clasping his right palm on the head of the ashen-faced ancient god.
The ancient god's whereabouts had long since disappeared, leaving only half of his body still trembling, his eyes gradually blurred, and his skin and flesh quickly shriveled up.
"Who are you?" The Disha Pig stopped ten feet away from the Silver-Faced Demon, staring closely at those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Hahaha! Senior, do you still remember the little god in the battlefield of the gods?" Liu Qiankun laughed loudly and took off the mask on his face with a flip of his palm.
When the Disha Pig saw this familiar yet unfamiliar face, he finally understood the real reason why the ancient god died, and sighed in his heart: Gao Li! Gao Li, you died without complaining! When you meet this guy who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, he sighs in his heart: Gao Li!
Even if there were a thousand little guys, you would definitely die...
Unexpectedly, what Disha Zhu was thinking had already been known to Liu Qiankun across from him. This time it was his turn to sigh: Alas! I didn’t expect to be called a pig by pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger...
Liu Qiankun was smiling bitterly, and the Earthly Evil Pig was sighing. Only the ancient god Gaoli, who had turned into a shriveled skin, did not understand until his death why the silver-faced demon could kill himself with just a flip of his hand.
"Emperor Qiankun, Disha Zhu has a favor to ask of you." Disha Zhu stared closely at the skin bag in Liu Qiankun's palm, and finally spoke weakly.
Liu Qiankun threw the skin of the Ancient God Gaoli with a wave of his hand. He had already understood what the Earthly Evil Pig was thinking, so he simply followed his wish and it was not in vain that it helped him in the battlefield of the gods.
The Disha Pig straightened up, and with a flash of white light, it took away the ancient god Gaoli's skin, nodded to Liu Qiankun, turned around and left in flight. It didn't want to get involved in the disputes in the god world, but it just wanted to fight with him.
The ancient god Gao Li just came here to join in the fun, but now that Gao Li is dead, it is no longer interesting to stay here, so he can only run away with a touch of sadness.
Liu Qiankun looked down at the battle at the foot of the Devil's Cliff, and saw Zi Hanxiao joining the battle circle with a spear. Only the green ink boy still stood aside with his hands folded, looking like he was watching the fire. He had only listened to his master's orders not to give in.
These three gods have lost their lives, and they have no interest in asking him to come forward to get a share, because the God King of the Four Palaces is too weak, so weak that he has no interest in letting him take action.
With four against three, the four divine kings had the upper hand. Emperor Shun held a divine whip, and with a flick of his wrist, he saw a flaw and rolled it towards the waist of the weakest Zi Hanxiao. Zi Hanxiao wanted to return the spear but was already too late to block it.
In one step, the long snake-like whip wrapped around his waist like the wind.