Chapter 2701

"Well, what's going on?!"

The soul of the god of war invaded Xia Ping's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant, and it planned to kill the soul of this tiny human being completely at once, and then occupy the other's body and resurrect it again.

But after it entered Xia Ping's sea of ​​consciousness, it was immediately stunned. It suddenly discovered that it seemed to have entered a cosmic void, which was boundless and surrounded by nine worlds.

It has no way to find the true body of this small human being. To be honest, if it is a god, it is not surprising to have such a huge sea of ​​​​consciousness.

But this insignificant human being is just a mortal. Why does he have such a terrifying sea of ​​consciousness? Is this still a human being? !

For a while, it was a little confused, and it seemed to be different from its original plan.

"So that's it. I didn't expect that the God of War is still alive, leaving behind a remnant soul. Is he trying to take the opportunity to choose a suitable inheritor, so that he can be reborn? It's a good plan."

With a whoosh, at this moment, Xia Ping's soul appeared in front of the God of War.

I saw that the God of War appeared to be a tauren, with a body of a tauren, wearing a black gold armor, holding a huge black ax in his hand, exuding a terrifying coercion, extremely ferocious.

Its body is extremely huge, like a 10,000-meter mountain, stretching across the void, and its breath condenses into substance.

"Small mortal, when did you find out?"

The God of War's face was gloomy, staring at Xia Ping. It never expected that this tiny human would discover his plan and prepare for it, which was far beyond his expectations.

As a god, it should control everything, but now something unexpected happened.

"I discovered it at the beginning. You thought I couldn't perceive the stinky soul breath that you hid in the throne of God. I have inherited the master of hell and the power of the underworld god who controls the undead. You can't hide it from me."

Xia Ping said calmly, under the insight of his golden crow eyes from hell, all matter is invisible, and he can clearly see a ray of soul of the god of war hidden under the throne.

But he deliberately pretended that he didn't notice it, and let the soul of the God of War come out and invade his sea of ​​consciousness. This move was to scare the snake out of its hole.

After all, if the soul of the god of war is hidden in the throne, he can't kill it, but if it gets rid of the power of the throne and comes to his own sea of ​​consciousness, then it will lose the power of the throne. Protection, it is easy for him to kill this soul.

"Pluto? It's a bunch of nonsense. It's just a mere mortal who dares to claim that he has inherited the power of Pluto. It's just a joke." The God of War sneered, not believing Xia Ping's words at all. His face was gloomy and murderous, "But Even if you know, so what, you foolishly let me enter your sea of ​​consciousness, this is causing trouble to you, as long as I kill your soul here, everything you do will be useless."

It exudes a dense murderous aura, which is frightening and shakes the void.

Even if it is not in its heyday, it only leaves a ray of soul, but it is not comparable to ordinary saints, even the soul of a demigod life is impossible to compare with its current ray of soul.

Even if this tiny mortal knew his own plan and existence, under the absolute power, under the power of the gods, this tiny human would still have to die.

"If you were still in your heyday, I'm afraid I'd turn around and leave. It's impossible to resist, but you are just a remnant of soul left, and you dare to speak so boldly. Why do you think I dare to let you invade my sea of ​​consciousness? Just because I can kill you easily, understand?"

Xia Ping was expressionless, his body exuded a terrifying majesty, and the blood power of the Golden Crow of Hell surged all over his body, as if permeated with a huge original breath of hell, as if he was a demon god born from the depths of the underworld.

If it is the real body of the God of War, he has nothing to do, but the other party only has a wisp of remnant soul left, and as the inheritor of the Golden Crow Bloodline of Hell, he is also the master of the high-level hell plane. There are so many means, even the soul of a god, he can easily capture it.

"How is it possible? This is the breath of the origin of hell, and it is also the pure power of hell. Damn it, where did you, a little mortal, master such power?"

The God of War was taken aback, he couldn't believe his eyes, the person in front of him was just a mortal, and he hadn't even reached the level of a demigod, yet he had mastered such pure power of the origin of hell, and entered the mysterious world In the hell of testing, this is really unimaginable.

But before it could think of any way to deal with it, its hairs stood on end. At this time, it clearly saw the tiny human being in front of him take out a dark golden pen.

Although it has never seen any magic weapon forged into a pen, it does not prevent it from feeling the horror of this dark golden pen. The sharp power contained in the pen tip can tear the void and cause and effect, as if It is the sharpest magic weapon in the universe, capable of cutting everything.

"Wait, stop, it's just a misunderstanding, we can talk again, talk again..."

The God of War immediately yelled loudly, saying that what happened just now was a misunderstanding. In fact, they still have something to talk about with each other.

But how could Xia Ping obey the words of the God of War? The reincarnation pen in his hand blasted towards the soul of the God of War, and swipe lightly towards the void.

Boom~~

In an instant, a dark golden light blasted out from the tip of the reincarnation pen, and this light was more terrifying than any magical power that Xia Ping had displayed before.

This is the first time that Xia Ping's cultivation has reached the late stage of the ancient realm.

And this dark golden light is simply terrifying and boundless. When it cuts through, it seems to tear space, time, the barriers of the world, and cause and effect, making all matter into nothingness.

In the entire void of the universe, it seems that only this dark golden light is left at this moment, as if this dark golden light has torn the space of the universe and divided it into two halves.

"No no no!!!"

The God of War uttered a shrill scream, terrified to the extreme, it hadn't been reborn, it hadn't shown its power yet, there were still many plans to be carried out in the future, and it still wanted to return to the peak, it couldn't just die like this.

Boom!

But this power is not transferred by its will at all. The power of the reincarnation pen is cut in an instant, and it cuts apart the soul of the God of War and completely shatters it.

The poor god of war, who was famous in the last cosmic era, was stabbed to death like this, completely fell, and could never be resurrected.