Chapter 678： Death of King

Xiang Yannan didn’t use anger. Now the demon python army is crushing the realm and surrounding the Third Mountain. If the Lingtu tribe abandons the mountain and flees at this time, not only will they lose their integrity, but there will be very few people who can survive, even if they are lucky to survive. Several clansmen will definitely have no place to stand in the Hundred God Mang Mountain in the future.

Instead of throwing away the helmet and armor and handing over the back to the enemy, it is better to defend the main peak, and the man should die as a martyr, and it is not in vain to pass on the spirit rabbit clan to this day!

"puff--"

Xiang Yannan's voice just fell, his body was shocked, he leaned forward, and suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, splashing a little bit of red into the tea bowl before the case, and the clear soup and tea was suddenly dyed red, bright and colorful.

Seeing this, everyone in the city lord's mansion suddenly opened their eyes wide, and their hearts were shocked.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Xiang Yannan, I'm afraid you never dreamed that it would end in such a miserable manner today, right?"

A shadowy laughter came from the direction of the tenth mountain and echoed over the top of the third mountain's main peak.

The voice was hoarse and harsh, and it was even more annoying with the pleasure of gloating and the coldness of bloodthirsty.

Xiang Yannan only feels stasis and shortness of breath, if there is a lump in his chest.

Mang Xiongfeng has been coveting Xiang Yannan's "spiritual" power for a long time. At this time, under the constraints of the Hundred Gods Covenant, Xiang Yannan was unable to display his cultivation base, just like a cripple.

As long as the Mana Tianjiao defeats Silence, Xiang Yannan will no longer be able to support it. Not only will he be slain by a hundred gods, but his soul will disappear, and nearly half of his cultivation will be fed back to Mana Xiongfeng.

At that time, Mang Xiongfeng could even master the power of the "spirit". When he thought of this, his heart was very happy. Even if he was also suffering from the black energy of the Hundred Gods Covenant, he did not feel any pain at all.

boom!

With a loud noise in the sky, the clouds and mist over the top of the Tenth Mountain instantly collapsed, and a shocking sword light broke out of the clouds, the world changed color, and the situation changed suddenly.

A rain of blood, floating down, filled with blood in the air, disgusting.

"not good……"

Mang Xiongfeng smiled suddenly, and almost at the same time as a loud noise burst out, he already felt the signs of the death of Mang Tianjiao's soul.

Silent with a sword against the wind, kill the Python Tianjiao!

The outcome of the victory and defeat was clear. The Hundred Gods Covenant took effect immediately. The python's male wind suddenly felt awkward, and the robe sleeves were windless. The black mark on the center of the eyebrows suddenly appeared, blooming like a black rose, and the black evil spirit completely enveloped the python's male wind.

"No! Never! Tianjiao will never lose!"

Mang Xiongfeng was horrified. Even at this time, he still couldn't accept the fact that his son was defeated by silence.

The black air surged, and immediately drowned the body of the python Xiongfeng.

"Impossible! I am not convinced!"

The fierce light in the erect pupils of the majestic wind is overwhelming, and the aura of the whole body soars, trying to transform into a python beast, breaking free from the black mist.

In the black fog, several chains like dragons condensed out of thin air, all of which locked Man Xiongfeng's hands, feet, and neck. If he was added to the torture instrument, Manxiong's storm-moving emperor beast's breath was only ignited, and it was strangled!

"what--"

While the chains of the gods locked the wind of the python, the black mist had condensed into shackles to completely restrain it. The shackles were covered with black sharp thorns, which mercilessly pierced into the large acupuncture points and meridians of the python Xiongfeng. With the emperor realm cultivation base and the posture of the python king, after all, he could not compete with the sanctions of the Hundred Gods Covenant.

His face was so painful that he screamed and screamed and pierced his lungs. The extreme pain that touched the soul deeply and penetrated the body was definitely not something monster creatures could bear!

The black mist dissipated, and the python Xiongfeng was so painful that he could not move independently.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his surroundings were as dark as eternal night, comparable to purgatory, more terrifying than being wrapped in black mist. Mana Xiongfeng had never felt so helpless and frightened. He didn't even know if he was dead or alive. ?

Just when he was inexplicable and at a loss, in the dark space there were four talismans and diplomas lit up with golden light. The characters were so strange and the charm was endless, and the majestic wind did not dare to look directly at it.

Four golden runes surrounded the wind of the python, and the wind was unavoidable. I felt that the hope of survival was completely cut off, and the despair that could not resist came to my heart.

"The first way, death!"

The sound of the void is chaotic and vast, echoing in the dark space, like a magic sound, like a divine purpose.

Mang Xiongfeng was horrified, and a golden talisman slammed on him. The already damaged body exploded in an instant, but it did not immediately dissipate. The scorched flesh and blood on his body were peeled off piece by piece. .

Watching his own flesh and blood and python scales dissipate and disappear inch by inch, Anaconda Xiongfeng's fierce-looking face had already lost half of his royal spirit, and the pain was so extreme that only numbness remained.

"Second way, stop!"

The second golden talisman flowed lightly, turning into a sharp sword, passing directly through the middle of the eyebrows of Mang Xiongfeng, piercing the back of his head, the demon pill collapsed, and his cultivation was lost!

"The third way, Zhu Xin!"

Thousands of sins turned into scourges and beasts poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, and finally turned into a golden light, bursting into the sea of ​​consciousness, which bursts the wind of the python. He has completely lost the sense of sense of the five senses, and the Dao heart collapsed. From a spiritual level, he is dead. Up.

"The fourth way, Mie Lun!"

All deeds of Anaconda Xiongfeng's birth and death will be completely wiped out. Whether in the history of the Python clan or in the world of the Monster Beast Mountain Range, he will no longer exist. Even if he enters the cycle of reincarnation, there is no way to enter, completely. Destruction and fall.

With four runes added to the body, the physique, demon pill, Tao Xin, and Gang Lun Qi Qi of the Python Xiongfeng have fallen silent forever, and will never be restored.

If he is still immortal, he will be forcibly punished by the might of a hundred gods!

Of course, just relying on the cultivation base of the python Xiongfeng is not enough to be slain by a hundred monsters supreme undead. Three runes have already killed him, and the four runes will destroy his spirit and shock the monster. Kill, there is no possibility of making waves.

After the dragon wind died, even a strand of ashes remained, and no one would remember him in this world.

Only Xiang Yannan, as the winner of the Hundred Gods Covenant, received the feedback from Mang Xiongfeng's cultivation base when Mang Xiongfeng was undergoing the baptism of purgatory, such as Mu Dongyang, his whole body recovered.

Losing the constraints of the Yum Covenant, Xiang Yannan's mark between his eyebrows and his heart dissipated naturally. He only felt that the block in his chest was suddenly removed, and he was refreshed. Own spiritual power.

boom!

The mountain lord's mansion collapsed suddenly, and a figure flew in.

Xiang Yannan's eyes lighted, his hands came out, a pair of huge white palm shadows stretched out, and steadily caught the figure.

"father!"

That person is not someone else, but Xiang Yuchan.

With blood on the corners of her mouth, lying in Xiang Yannan's arms, she looked up at the solemn face of her father Shen Yi, but felt warmer than the spring breeze and winter sun.

"Chan'er..."

Xiang Yannan has always been strict in self-discipline and never laughed at his children and younger generations, but in fact, he loved Xiang Yuchan very much.

At this moment, I saw Xiang Yuchan's white face covered with scars, and his clothes and skirts were soaked with blood, the blood dripping on his hands, it was still warm.

Holding her daughter's petite body, Xiang Yannan couldn't imagine how such a weak and small she would dare to go to battle with the brutal demon python?