My Brother Is The Protagonist

"drink!"

High in the sky, facing the palm of the Optimus Pillar, the ghost king burst out with blood and energy. A black light beam rose from the sky and rushed straight into the sky. The sky condensed into a vortex, and the wind and thunder gathered together, and there was a black crystal. The shining mark emerged, descending a powerful force of heaven and earth, blessing on the body of the ghost king.

This is the mark of the king, every Daoyuan realm king will condense such a mark when he is promoted, and then put it in the world, summon the mark of the king, and then use the power of heaven and earth to suppress the enemy.

"The mark of the king, not enough."

Seeing this ghost king summoned the king's mark and blessed himself, Xiao Bai smiled disdainfully. With a thought, the pressing palm pressed down faster.

"kill!"

The King of Ghosts who received the blessing of the King's Mark gave a loud shout, and his body was full of black and gold rays of light. feel.

clang!

The spear of the King of Ghosts pierced the silver-white palm directly, making a clanging sound of gold and iron, as if he was not piercing a palm, but a piece of divine iron that was ten million times stronger than gold and iron, King of Ghosts. The long spear in his hand quaked, and the unstoppable palm seemed to be carrying the weight of the entire world, pressing this king soldier to bend.

Click!

Finally, the long spear in the hand of the ghost king was overwhelmed, and a crack appeared on the tip of the gun, and then spread to the gun body. Under the horrified gaze of the ghost king, it burst open suddenly. Into the void abyss, some fell into the deep sea, splashing waves.

Immediately afterwards, the silver-white palms squeezed down and smashed the body of the ghost king. The solid Immortal body was like porcelain at this time, and it shattered with a touch.

The crystal king's blood splashed all over, and the ghost king had only time to scream and could not do anything. He could only watch as he was blown up in the air, and then the palm of his hand still did not stop, and moved towards the seat behind the ghost king. The island patted the past, with a palm that was heavier than the sky and the earth, covering the entire island like a cage, about to be squeezed into pieces.

"what is that!"

On the island, in the palace of the Guimen headquarters, many members of the Guimen felt the oppressive wind, and they all looked up and stared at the suppressed palm, terrified. This is a certain horror. Do you want to kill them all?

boom!

The silver-white giant hand shot straight on the island, and the sea suddenly rolled up. The island was shot to burst in an instant, and then it sank. The terrifying palm force squeezed the sea around the island. After pressing it open, everything on the island was destroyed in an instant, including the little ghosts.

Wow!

After doing all this, the silver-white palm disappeared, and the squeezed sea water suddenly poured back, completely submerging the location of the island, and the island has completely disappeared on the surface of the sea, being hardened. Erased from here.

"Damn it...you dare to destroy the foundation that my ghost door has built for nearly ten thousand years, and the Lord will not let you go."

Seeing this island being photographed torn apart, sinking to the bottom of the sea, and completely disappearing into the world, even the subordinates in the headquarters of the ghost gate were killed in Yellow Springs, which made the ghost king who still lives in the real spirit canthus. Want to split.

According to the order of the Lord of The Underworld, he established a ghost gate at the junction of the middle circle and the inner circle of the sea of ​​terror, and has been monitoring the entire sea of ​​terror for nearly ten thousand years. The ghost gate has also grown step by step with his hands. But the achievements of these ten thousand years disappeared in an instant, making the ghost king furious.

"Lord? Then you called your lord out, not promising."

With a cold snort, Xiaobai glanced at him, raised his hand and grabbed his true spirit, and then grabbed it in the palm of his hand. In front of Xiaobai who has mastered the way of space, the ghost king's true spirit has nowhere at all. Can escape.

"Jing, leave it to you."

Xiaobai threw the true spirit of the ghost king to Tai Shujing, too lazy to ask, and directly asked Tai Shujing to dig out everything he knew, so that he didn't need to waste his tongue, it was simple and straightforward.

"good."

Nodded, the uncle was quietly mentioning the true spirit of the ghost king, and the milky white light enveloped it. The power of Samsara caused the true spirit of the ghost king to fall into chaos, with a somewhat hazy appearance.

After a while, the milky white light in Tai Shujing's hand dissipated, and then she squeezed the palm of her hand slightly hard, crushing the ghost king's true spirit, turning it into fluorescence and dissipating.

"Jing, what does this guy know?"

Xiaobai and Nangong Ruxue looked at Tai Shujing, wanting to know what useful information he had obtained from the memory of this ghost king.

"It turns out that The Underworld's plan is to use the corpses of those old monsters for blood sacrifices, so as to awaken the demon gods that have survived the ancient times. Over the past ten thousand years, The Underworld has been almost prepared and will soon be able to achieve this goal."

Said, Tai Shu Jing frowned slightly. I didn’t expect The Underworld's movements would be so fast. The blood sacrifice was about to be completed. In other words, the ancient demon gods would be awakened soon. They should be the real gods, standing in The existence of the gods.

"Ancient Demon Race?"

Hearing this race, Xiaobai Weiwei felt a little surprised. She learned from her inheritance that there were not only demons, but also gods and many other races in the ancient times, but they were all annihilated at the end of the ancient times, and there was no blood to survive. In this era, the existence of demons can be heard.

"The gods of the demon race should be the existence of the gods. It seems that The Underworld has a great plan. Is it possible that they still want to turn the goddess continent into the world of the demon race, so to these people, it is indeed like It’s a paradise."

Nangong's eyebrows narrowed like Xuexue. In ancient times, the gods were not uncommon. Almost every race would give birth to one or two such existences. What she didn't expect was that there were still demon gods who survived, but it was extremely Rare, and want to return in this world, this is not a good thing for Shenhuang Continent.

"According to calculations, at this time, the blood sacrifice that has been experienced for a long time in the Terror Sea Inner Circle is now coming to an end. The demon god is about to wake up. Even if we rush to stop it now, it will be beyond our reach."

The uncle said quietly.

The Underworld's ten thousand years plan will never be destroyed so easily, and they have made sufficient preparations. Success can be said to be inevitable.

"So what? Even if their blood sacrifice comes to an end, why not we also come to an end."

At this time, Xiaobai and Nangong looked at each other with a smile. They did not feel heavy about the success of The Underworld’s ten thousand years of planning. There is no fear.

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