Chapter 811

It's not easy to kill a God.

In the case of one-on-one, unless it's absolute power suppression, it's impossible to decide the outcome in a short time.

The reason why Ye Zichuan can hunt the LORD God is that he has two Tao bodies, which are the same as the noumenon.

So it's a one-on-three fight, which makes his record look easy.

But how did this golden corpse die?

Will there be a battle between the gods in the primitive gate?

Ye Zichuan's eyes are gloomy, which is not good news for him.

The dark river, yanhun, had a gap with him, and the LORD God who practiced the law of thunder and lightning.

If these three people join hands, it will be a big trouble for him.

There was a stick in the arms of the golden corpse. It looked like a stone stick. The surface was very rough, as if it had not been polished, and there were natural veins flowing on it.

Ye Zichuan squatted down and looked at the corpse carefully. There was a small hole in the middle of his head.

This corpse seems to have a third eye.

Looking at it, ye Zichuan felt a familiar Qi.

It seems that I have seen such a strong and vigorous atmosphere.

But this breath is too strong, just like the concentrated sun, which makes it difficult for yezichuan to have accurate induction.

This golden corpse was absolutely a strong man.

Just by this bone, we can see how powerful his body is.

Ye Zichuan holds the stick and tries to pick it up.

But he found that the stone stick was heavier than expected, and he didn't lift it with his strength.

Ye Zichuan was very surprised.

He took a deep breath and exerted great effort.

But surprisingly, the stone stick was still held firmly in his arms by the bones, and did not move.

"This..."

Ye Zichuan was really surprised.

With his strength, he couldn't even lift a stone stick.

Ye Zichuan sighed and knew that the stone stick was not related to him.

"Master, I don't know how you died here, but they all pay attention to the safety of the earth. There is no earth here, so we can only bury you in another place. I hope you will forgive me."

Heart thought a move, ye Zichuan will be this pair of bones into his own world, and then find a geomantic treasure, will be buried.

The LORD God will die, and the Lord will die.

This kind of life has reached the point of eternity, with endless life, but there is also the possibility of falling.

In the end, how far can we really get rid of it and master our own life and death?

When he first entered the primitive gate, ye Zichuan was lost in the sea of chaos and fog. After walking for a long time, he looked directly at his heart, and finally came to the answer - I just want to be myself.

Being myself here is not just a literal meaning.

He wants to be himself, to be himself, to cut off all external factors.

In his view, he is not shaped by the universe, and has no causal relationship with the universe. He should completely break away from the bondage of the universe and become himself.

He wants to be the ID!

It seems easy, but there is little chance of success.

Since ancient times, the birth of the LORD God is not small, and there are also some masters who come to the end of the LORD God.

But they also failed to get out of the universe, still trapped here, bound by the rules.

The reason why they enter the primitive gate is to seek the origin, pursue the origin, and then influence the universe in turn, rather than being influenced by the universe all the time.

Boo!

After the bones were taken away, the huge bubble broke.

Ye Zichuan looks at the other bubbles floating in the air. Will there be other things in them?

With this mentality, he punctured the air bubbles one by one.

But unfortunately, there were more than 20 explosions in a row, and nothing fell out.

Ye Zichuan feels that he is just like the open box in the game now. If he is lucky, he will bring out good things. If he is not lucky, he will be empty.

With a smile of self mockery, ye Zichuan smashed another bubble. After shooting this, he stopped playing.

But I did not expect that this shot, directly shot an accident.

Clank!

The sound of the sword suddenly burst open, making Ye Zichuan's ears tingle.

A gruesome sword spirit broke out here, and the endless killing spirit was surging. It seemed that ye Zichuan heard the cry of countless creatures.

The whole world seems to have turned into a bloody red, evil spirit.

A sword!

There is a sword that makes Ye Zichuan change color. The terrible sword spirit is unprecedented. It cuts the body of Ye Zichuan's main God, and there are bloodstains on his body.

It's hard to imagine what a sharp weapon it was that would directly hurt a God.

Although it's just a skin scratch, it's a flesh wound, but it's terrible enough.

After all, this sword is not dominated by anyone. It's the sword spirit that comes out of itself.

This amazing sword spirit, accompanied by endless killing, has attracted the attention of many gods.

A lot of eyes looked this way at the same time.

Then, without hesitation, they soared up and quickly approached here.

Ye Zichuan also realized the seriousness of the matter at the first time and held the sword in his hand.

Clank!

The sound of the sword became more and more terrible. The sound of the sword was heard all the time, which made people's soul tingle.

The sword is shaking violently, trying to get rid of Ye Zichuan's control.

Ye Zichuan gave a cold hum, and a strong force surged out, holding the sword firmly in his hand.

No matter how it resisted, it was directly suppressed.

Without waiting for him to collect the sword, a strong breath appeared here.

The gods are here!

Seven or eight, all eyes on him.

Ye Zichuan held the sword upside down and looked at others without expression.

The main gods were silent, all staring at the sword in his hand.

"Can this be a divine thing in the cauldron of creation?"

"I don't know. Such amazing sword Qi is rare in the world. Maybe it was bred by the cauldron of nature."

"I don't know how many creatures I have to kill to form such a strong sense of killing."

Several gods are speaking to each other.

Ye Zichuan's eyes are cold and alert to each of them.

"Taoist friend, can we have a look at this sword?" A god suddenly said.

"The sword is in my hand. If you want to see it, you can see it." Ye Zichuan said coldly.

The God's face suddenly smothered, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

"Where did you get this sword, sir?"

"Right here."

"Right here?" Several gods looked at each other, their eyes flashing at the same time.

"Sir, you'd better take out the magic sword and let us have a common view." One of the gods took a step forward.

Ye Zichuan looked at him and raised the sword in his hand: "if you want to see it, come and see it yourself."

The murderous spirit is spreading.