Chapter 1322 The Late Stage of the Pseudo-God Realm...

In the void, a destructive radiance scattered down, and the radiance carried supreme coercion.

Suddenly, the world trembled as if it was going to be destroyed, and the earth screamed.

Feeling the glorious coercion in the void, the faces of Feng Xinglie and others turned pale, and they were even completely imprisoned in the air, and it was delusional to want to move.

Watching the destructive brilliance fall, they didn't move at all.

"what."

At this moment, the true energy on Feng Xinglie's body reversed, and his face was flushed with blood.

With a loud shout, a terrifying and violent aura emanated from his body. The strong men of the Feng family and the Su family were all attracted by Feng Xinglie's voice. Seeing Feng Xinglie's appearance, they all knew that Feng Xinglie was about to explode.

Seeing this, the four strong men in the middle stage of the pseudo-god state also reversed their true essence and burned their lives.

They all understand the current situation. Instead of being destroyed like this, it is better to use their own life to exchange for a glimmer of life for their companions.

All of a sudden, the true essence of the five middle-stage powerhouses in the pseudo-god state reversed, their lives burned, and the breath of death erupted from the sky and the earth. The sky above Duanmu's house was destroyed, the air was smashed into pieces, and the space was like a broken mirror. Crack up.

Seeing that the brilliance was about to descend, the restraints on Feng Xinglie's five people disappeared, and their figures turned into streamers, rushing towards the brilliance in the void with bloody light.

The body broke free from the confinement, and the body turned into a streamer and rushed towards the brilliance with a bloody curtain.

Wu Dao's stature is like a moth to a flame, flying towards the glory indomitably, what he brings with him is the honor and future of the family, in exchange for the vitality of his companions, and what he wins is the future of the family.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Five streamers hit the brilliance, but in the brilliance, the streamers disappeared like mud cows entering the sea.

However, at this moment, five explosions of destruction appeared, and after the explosions, there was a blood curtain of destruction, the sky and the earth became completely blood-red, the brilliance was also shattered inch by inch, and the imprisonment in the void disappeared.

Looking at the blood-red space, the strong men of the Feng family and the Su family all gained vitality, but they understood that this vitality was bought by Feng Xinglie and others with their own lives.

"Walk."

Taking advantage of the loosening of space,

The strong men of the Feng family and the Su family hurriedly flew towards the distance.

In a blink of an eye, all the people had left the center of Duanmu's house and came to the Acropolis.

"If you want to leave, leave it to me."

At this time, an old man in black appeared in the void. The old man in black had a faint black aura all over his body. The aura was extremely strange, just like a powerful demon.

Moreover, around the old man, there are patches of demonic clouds, and the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth is not devoured by the demonic energy.

Duanmu Zhiyun, the seventh elder of the Duanmu family, is a late-stage powerhouse in the pseudo-god realm. His strength is terrifying and strange, and he is extremely vicious. Among the super powerhouses of the top ten families, he is also a top existence.

He also didn't expect that the Elder Elder of the Duanmu family was killed in such a way, and he was suddenly furious.

The Supreme Elders are all extremely terrifying existences.

Similarly, every late elder will affect the strength of the family. The strong people in the late stage are the symbol of a family's strength, and there are very few such strong people.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the Duanmu family lost a powerful elder, and was killed by the middle-term powerhouses of the Su family and the Feng family.

Seeing his fellow disciples being killed right under his nose, he was furious.

Moreover, his own Duanmu family was destroyed like this, the loss was heavy, and his face was gone.

Thinking of the five pseudo-gods self-destructing in the mid-term to resist their own attacks, I am still shocked when I think about it now, a bloody light flashed in my eyes, and my figure flickered strangely before disappearing, there is no more between heaven and earth The breath of the rhyme of Duanmu.

"Whizzing."

"Whizzing."

"Boom."

"Bang, bang."

"Poof, poof."

In the air, the sound of piercing through the air kept ringing, and the Feng family and the Su family's pseudo-god realm powerhouses all flew separately.

But even so, the strong men who escaped in the air were attacked one by one, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen strong men in the pseudo-god realm were killed without the slightest resistance, as simple as squeezing an ant to death.

"Ah, ah."

"Ah, ah..."

One after another screams sounded, and every scream was the destruction and fall of a strong man in the pseudo-god realm.

In the blink of an eye, Duanmu Zhiyun had already killed more than 30 powerhouses in the pseudo-god realm. Killing these powerhouses was simply difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart, and he had to kill all the powerhouses to relieve his anger.

However, the ones who came this time were all the top powerhouses of the Feng family and the Su family, the early and mid-stage powerhouses of the pseudo-god realm, and they all teleported separately, showing the means of escape.

Gradually, the distance was too far apart, and they could not be killed at all. In a short time, the remaining strong men had escaped from the Acropolis and flew towards the sky.

Watching a group of small ants disappear and flee in front of his eyes, Duanmu Zhiyun's face looked ugly.

"boom."

While waving his palm, a strong man in the mid-stage pseudo-god realm who escaped for his life was beaten into thin air like a puppet. In front of the late stage of the pseudo-god realm, the strong man in the pseudo-god realm is simply an ant.

Duanmu Zhiyun's figure paused in the air after killing this strong man in the mid-stage of the pseudo-god realm.

The whole person was suspended in the air steadily, and under the real dizziness of the whole body, a shocking demonic energy shot up into the sky.

He kept chanting the mysterious formula in his mouth, and waved his hand continuously, and suddenly a destructive breath burst out in the air. All the strong men who fled felt that they were being stared at, and their hearts trembled unceasingly.

Duanmu Zhiyun's eyes were blood red, like a devil who wanted to choose someone to eat.

"The demon of ten thousand evil spirits, the art of restraining the soul."

In the space, the devilish energy surged into the sky, and the billowing devilish energy turned the sky over the Acropolis into a demonic realm.

The look on Duanmu Zhiyun's face became paler and paler, and the spells in his hands were constantly waving out. In a blink of an eye, the spells were cast, and with a wave of his hands in the void, countless mysterious magic energy turned into ghostly shadows and disappeared into the world between.

"what."

"Ah, ah."

In the blink of an eye, the strong men who had fled thousands of miles away were constantly being killed by the phantoms.

After being killed by the phantom, the strong man turned into a skeleton, and the phantom became even stronger.

One by one, the strong men were about to escape, but they were killed by the sudden phantom. The phantom was silent, and it was impossible to guard against it.

Above the Acropolis, Duanmu Zhiyun's face was pale, but the aura on her body became stronger and stronger.

Moreover, the true energy of the whole person continued to increase, and in a blink of an eye, it strangely returned to its peak state. Feeling the screams in the air, a sinister smile appeared on Duanmu Zhiyun's face.

Countless strong men from the Duanmu family also came to Duanmu Zhiyun's side. In a short while, more than two hundred strong men in the pseudo-god realm came to the sky above the Acropolis. They all looked at Duanmu Zhiyun, and no one dared to speak. .

"Clang, clang, clang!"

"Clang, clang, clang!"

"Boom, boom."

"Hiss, hiss."

"Ho, ho, ho."

At this moment, in the void, a misty and beautiful piano sounded.

The sound of the piano was ethereal and beautiful, and everyone felt at ease when they heard it, with a happy look on their faces, as if seeing a treasure they liked.

However, Duanmu Zhiyun's expression changed dramatically when the light sound was heard by Duanmu Zhiyun.

As soon as the sound of the piano changed, it was like thousands of troops galloping, causing everyone to enter the fight.

"puff."

Duanmu Zhiyun spat out a mouthful of blood, with a frightened look on her face.

At the same time, the destructive zither sound turned everything in the space into nothingness. Hundreds of thousands of miles across the world were infected by this zither sound, and then the whole world was continuously destroyed, destroyed in front of the zither sound.

The sound of the piano comes from the void, and there is no source to be found.

"Pfft."

"Ahh."

While Duanmu Zhiyun was injured and spurted blood, the other strong men in the pseudo-god realm behind him were also injured by spurting blood, and even many strong men were directly killed and fell down quickly. Fall like rain.

The sound of the piano is like the sound of ecstasy, destroying countless strong people invisible.

At the same time, all the ghosts cast by Duanmu Zhiyun disappeared, turning into air and disappearing between heaven and earth.

Hearing the sound of the zither, the phantom disappeared. Countless strong men who fled were extremely pleasantly surprised. They finally escaped from death, but they were all curious. One life.

"not good."

"The voice of the demon, Li Lingtian is here."

The expression on Duanmu Zhiyun's face changed drastically, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but exclaimed, his appearance was extremely ugly.

If other strong men don't know the Voice of the Demon, Duanmu Zhiyun definitely knows the Voice of the Demon. It is one of the most terrifying trump cards of the demon clan, and it is also Li Lingtian's trump card.

They don't know what this piano sound is, so they can only call it the sound of Tianmo, but this piano sound is the eight sounds of Tianmo, the unique skill of Princess Tianmo, and also the unique skill of Li Lingtian.

After mastering the Tianmoqin, you can comprehend the fourth tone of the Tianmo eight notes.

And when he was in the Cangnan Region of Shenzhou, Li Lingtian also played this piano sound, so naturally many strong people know it.

However, the strong in Tianmuyu knew very little, and it was normal for the strong in Duanmu's family to not know.

Duanmu Zhiyun practiced magic skills, so she was naturally familiar with some skills of the demons.

Hearing this zither sound, the whole person trembled from the bottom of his heart. This was an innate trembling. Because he had practiced the magic skill, he was also considered a member of the demon clan. In front of the supreme zither sound of the demon clan, he was nothing.

Seeing the strong man of his Duanmu family being killed by Qin Yin, he can't control so much now, because he has no way to resist this Qin Yin now, and can only watch helplessly as the strong man of Duanmu family falls.

"Li Lingtian?"

"It's Li Lingtian again."

Hearing Duanmu Zhiyun's voice and seeing the horrified look on Duanmu Zhiyun's face, they all trembled.

People who are even scared by the Supreme Elder, they are naturally even more scared.

Moreover, they all knew about Li Lingtian's horror. Even Duanmu Tianxue was killed, and the top ten princes disappeared in smoke. Who could be more terrifying than Li Lingtian.

Now, the biggest enemies of the Duanmu family came, and they were all extremely horrified. The sound of the destructive piano kept destroying the strong and warriors of the Duanmu family.

The sound of the piano sweeps across the ends of the earth. Wherever the sound passes, everything turns into nothingness. Even a powerful building cannot withstand the attack of the sound of destruction. For a while, the ends of the earth are truly in destruction.

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