Buzz The god of death's demon sickle clanked, and the scenes of the eighteen levels of hell continued to be disillusioned in the void in all directions.
The dharma images of Yama originating from the ancient hells filled the vast starry sky world.
Each figure of the ten palaces of Yama is ten thousand feet high, towering like a mountain, filling the void, with majestic momentum, controlling the cycle of life.
Holding the sickle, Qingyang Huan felt a cold breath originating from hell along his arms and rushing into his body, but he was instantly assimilated by the tolerance of the Hunyuan of the heavens.
The aura of Hunyuan rushed out of the palm and flowed on the Death Scythe, completely cutting off the cold aura and temporarily cutting off the connection with the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord.
"Reincarnation Judgment" The eight-clawed demon roared, and his Death Scythe was cut off by the human race.
This was the first time that he felt that the scene was not under his control.
While breathing, the demonic flames flickered in his arm that had been penetrated by Qingyang Huan, and the shattered demonic blood and flesh were integrated into the broken arm again, restoring it to its original state.
As his ferocious claws surged, the demonic flames all over the sky fell from the nine heavens.
Behind him, in the void, a statue of Yama from hell stood up again from the starry sky.
One after another stars appeared all around, as if in this moment, all the stars were pulled close to each other, surrounding the law of hell Yama, and the majestic fall made people breathless.
Rumble A dharma image of Yama is imprinted in the starry sky, and the supreme will begins to awaken.
Each dharma image is an immortal god, more majestic and huge than the stars.
Ten auras pressed down, directly annihilating the void, and the stars fell, washing away Qingyang Huan's body.
"How is this possible" "The Dharma of Hell of Human Race" "It's hard to believe that the Eight-clawed Demon Lord has entered the real eighteen levels of hell.
Doesn't it mean that hell has been destroyed by the Garo tribe long ago?"
In the world of Wanyuan, he looked surprised when he saw the image of Yama surrounding the stars in the sky.
Generally speaking, except for the ancient gods who have left too many myths behind, they have become the objects of respect for all races in the world.
In addition, even if all races imprint their divine form, they will also imprint their ancestors as a blessing of strength.
But at this moment, a strong demon clan has derived the supreme dharma that belongs to a strong human clan.
This shock level is no less than the horror caused by the appearance of the true gods before.
After all, this feeling feels very abrupt.
Ten Yamas came to the world, and the eight-clawed demon king standing in the starry sky was like a god controlling the heavens.
He looked down at Qingyang Huan with cold eyes, and a ray of imperial power was overwhelming like the entire starry sky.
The vastness of the emperor's power, like violent winds and rain, boiling with fire, swept across the vast world, covering this sea of stars almost in an instant.
This was ten thousand years ago, when he got the Demon God's Scythe, and at the end of the world he saw an afterimage from the early days of ancient times before the destruction of the eighteen levels of hell.
For thousands of years, while he was refining the devil's sickle, he was constantly engraving the Dharma of Yama in the scene of destruction in the eighteenth level of hell, creating his own unique half-step emperor record.
Hell Yama If he can take another step forward and truly set foot on the throne, Hell Yama will naturally transform into a godless record.
"You should not be asked to engrave the miracles of the ancestors of the human race."
Qingyang Huan stared at the image of Yama that surrounded the heavens, and his eyes became cold.
He had seen the real person among the ten Yama Wheel-turning Kings of Hell.
If he knew that a trace of his image had been engraved by a demon warrior into a dharma image that was only half a step away from transforming into an emperor's record, he would not know whether he would be happy or angry. clang He stretched out his hand and probed into the broken void along the edge of a star, and a spear turned into reality from the void.
After years of cultivation, a spear became more and more handy in his hands.
The mottled and primitive spear was engraved with crack-like lines, which looked like mottled rust from a distance.
Holding the war spear in his hand, Qingyang Huan's aura suddenly became fierce from Hunyuan, and a wild and barbaric aura emerged spontaneously.
The strong wild atmosphere is like the ancestors who came out of the ancient wild land in ancient times and have experienced the baptism of time.
Human race ancient soldiers In the starry sky, the powerful men in the sky looked at the battle spear in Qingyang Huan's hand, and vaguely heard the hum from time and space, and the wild atmosphere washed away. clang The next moment, Qingyang Huan, holding the war spear, stabbed towards the Eight-clawed Demon Lord.
Buzz The tip of the spear pierced the void, created a ripple, and arrived in front of the Demon Lord in an instant.
Behind Qingyang Huan's path, a large swath of starry sky exploded, stars fell, rivers of blood flowed from the sky and the earth, and the heavenly palace collapsed.
This is a magnificent vision, which can only be born when the rear has truly reached its ultimate level of combat power.
As soon as the king's spear flashed, even the many powerful men surrounding the starry sky felt like their eyes were blurred, and a huge conquest seemed to have ended.
The sky filled with dharma was frozen in the starry sky, and the king spear in Qing Yanghuan's hand pierced into the chest of the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord.
Kakaka The next moment, the king's spear buzzed and exploded with a dazzling black light.
The traces on the surface were like exploding bark, peeling off layer by layer, turning into little yellow sawdust flying in the starry sky.
The king's spear was broken Seeing the king's spear shattering like a rustling leaf, the warrior of the Divine Clan carrying the bright feathers on the Divine Clan's treasure ship looked like the sun in the sky.
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"Don't overestimate your own capabilities, and use the king's spear to pierce the quasi-emperor's defense."
"The Holy Son was pushed out by human destiny, but that's all.
It seems that human destiny has not yet fully recovered."
Seeing this scene, the surrounding warriors all had different expressions, but when most of the warriors looked at Qingyang Huan, their expressions were obscure, with an inexplicable divine light.
They came here to share their luck.
People with great luck pushed out by human luck, even if each person takes a bite, it is a big blessing.
Of course, most of them warriors do not have the strength to obtain this creation, and they come here to see if they can pick it up.
As the end of the era draws closer, the battles between fates become more and more frequent.
"wrong" Finally, doubts appeared in the eyes of some warriors.
It doesn't take such a long time for a king's weapon to collapse.
Moreover, a king's weapon is like a real king.
Even if it falls, there will be leftover phenomena.
The king's spear, which was as heavy as tree bark, was shed, revealing a more mottled and ancient look.
From the beginning, it was like a copper cast, but now it has turned into a rough stone, and even its appearance is a bit out of shape, as if it was a stonemason in the wilderness who did not polish it carefully.
In a short period of time, even warriors with insufficient strength noticed something was wrong.
The king spear in Qing Yanghuan's hand should be called a stone spear at the moment.
The rough materialized lines rubbed against his palm, and he was a little unsure about it.
Every time he felt that this was the transformation of the stone spear, there would be surprises, so that even now he did not dare to tell whether this ugly appearance was the original appearance of a spear.
"This style of spear" The Eight-Clawed Demon Lord stared at Qingyang Huan, his voice a little ethereal.
"Demon Killer" "Demon Killer" With a flash of understanding in his eyes, the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord groaned softly.
"What a demon slayer" After the big crack spread across the starry sky, it exploded with a bang, and all the divine shadows of the Ten Palaces of Yama were annihilated in the starry sky.
The visions in the sky shattered and turned into dots of stars, rain and flowers, and the Eight-clawed Demon Lord's chest was pierced by a stone spear. this Accompanied by the roar of the Eight-clawed Demon Lord, the dharma images of the heavens surrounding him, a divine shadow of the Ten Palaces of Yama, centered on the tip of the stone spear, cracked out thousands of spider web-like cracks.
In his breath, the cracks spread thousands of miles, filling the starry sky behind the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord
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