Chapter 467: Mass Demise

Woo!

The divine bridge composed of divine bones sensed the enemy attack and automatically rushed out of Qin Lang's body, wrapping around the green hand like a spirit snake. The two sides were actually stalemate in mid-air.

The old man remained silent and waved his right arm. Cracks in the void filled the sky, and green hands continued to emerge from them and attacked.

The simple and rough technique made Qin Lang feel desperate from the bottom of his heart.

There was only one divine bridge, and it was entangled with the big hand in front. Qin Lang could only break the boundary and escape from the scene, but those big hands were very clever and full of divinity. They could always capture his position in advance and predict it. After breaking the boundary three times, Qin Lang was also hit by the big hand three times, which made him spit blood and his bones seemed to be broken.

Seeing that the dozen green arms gathered into one, ready to descend and give Qin Lang a fatal blow, the mocking bird suddenly shouted: "You old bitch who only knows how to eat! You are shameless to bully a beginner god with the body of an ancient god!" Xiushu.com

The old man narrowed his lifeless eyes slightly, unmoved at all, and when he hooked his fingers, his big hand crushed down fiercely!

"Oh, it's going to be cold." The mocking bird screamed.

When Qin Lang was about to break through the boundary and escape, a holy golden light appeared, and the plain sword light flashed, and it actually cut off the big hand, and the three sisters of the God Clan with three heads appeared in front of Qin Lang.

Lan Luo looked at the old man with a solemn look, "The birth of the void...?"

The old man said nothing, made a gesture with his hands, and the overwhelming mouths suddenly opened and turned into whirlpools.

——【Great Holy Light Technique. Brilliant】

Lan Luo shouted, and holy light burst out. Countless rays of light shot out in all directions, shattering the whirlpools directly, and even the blue hand entangled with the God Bridge in the distance was turned into powder. The God Bridge automatically flew back to Qin Lang's body and settled down.

Lan Luo held the sword across his chest and said in a low voice: "I will protect Qin Lang, you get out of here."

The old man shook his head gently, "You can't protect the person I want to kill."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man rushed straight towards Lan Luo. The distance seemed far away, but the old man arrived in just one step. With his right hand in the air, a blue hand suddenly appeared behind Lan Luo and grabbed her body tightly, squeezing hard.

"Puff!"

Lan Luo, the second sister, and the third sister all vomited blood, and the armor on their bodies broke.

"I'm going to fight you!"

Qin Lang's eyes were blood red, and he took the initiative to attack. He broke through the boundary and came behind the old man. The eighteen small God Bridges were like red snakes that wrapped around the old man's body at once, and the bone sword fell heavily. Xiushu.com

But...it was just a shadow that was struck. The old man appeared above Qin Lang's head at some point, looking down at him, and exerted force with his right hand.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

Lan Luo screamed, his two arms broke, and then the whole person was thrown into a big mouth in the void. The big mouth chewed a few times, showing a satisfied smile, and his body gradually faded away.

Lan Luo, fallen.

"Lan...Lan Luo?!"

Qin Lang's eyes widened, his heart was broken.

The old man slowly descended to the height parallel to Qin Lang, and spoke after a long time, "Do you have any last words?"

"I'll kill you!"

Qin Lang gritted his teeth and roared wildly. The God Bridge rushed out and hit the old man hard. The heads of the gods that formed the bridge made a miserable cry. During the flight, these heads turned into countless black mists, biting the old man's body.

The old man narrowed his eyes, letting the soul gnaw, flipped his right palm, and pressed down.

A giant hand appeared, pinching the middle of the bridge like a centipede, and then squeezed it hard. There was a series of crackling sounds, and the bridge that was built with great difficulty was actually broken alive, and then thrown into the mouth of the big hand and chewed, as if eating spicy strips.

Qin Lang spit out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes went black, and his body fell towards the sea. He fell back into the immortal body, and all his efforts turned into bubbles.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

The boat that had been floating on the sea was turning around in a hurry. After catching the semi-conscious Qin Lang, he didn't know where he got the courage to shuttle to the middle of the air and hit the old man with all his strength.

"You dare to rebel against me?"

The old man snorted coldly, held the bow of the boat with one hand, and threw it hard.

The ghost ship fell into the sea, and the old man didn't seem to be relieved. He rushed down and stepped on the ghost ship to pieces.

A lot of broken wood floated on the stormy sea.

The ghost ship fell.

Qin Lang was holding a piece of driftwood, coughing up blood, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

But...

Even if he could see clearly, what would it matter?

The old man killed him like crushing an ant, and there was no place to escape.

The old man descended and slowly raised his hand. At this moment, something strange happened!

A woman in a purple robe appeared silently and pierced the old man's body with a sword.

The old man groaned and repelled the woman with a palm. Without saying a word, she grabbed Qin Lang and fled through the air.

"Ancient Tree of All Laws."

The old man murmured, "Another one is coming to send you, can you escape?"

The palm pressed down again!

More than ten kilometers away, Wan Ziyi was attacked by a big hand, holding Qin Lang and falling into the deep sea.

"Cough, cough... You old immortal!" Wan Ziyi cursed.

The old man was indifferent, just bluffing his palm, throwing the two into the big mouth of the void, chewing hard. .c

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

Blood flowed out from the gaps between his teeth, dyeing the sea red.

Wan Ziyi, fallen.

Qin Lang, fallen.

The castle with a strong smell of sulfur.

As the old man walked in, the surrounding followers bowed their heads and saluted.

The gate of the castle opened automatically.

The noble one personally came out to greet them with ten members of the council.

"Ding!"

The old man threw the rusty sword used by Lan Luo to the ground.

The noble one smiled, "As expected of Lord Void, you are decisive in killing and have no nostalgia. The adults are all aware of your performance. This is what you need... We will definitely become the most steadfast allies."

The old man took the storage bag without even looking at it, and said lightly: "Can the Hell Clan participate in the [Grand Food Festival] in Brilliant City?"

The noble one was stunned and smiled: "Lord Void, it is better not to get involved in the [Grand Food Festival]. Those ancient beings who presided over the food festival, even the Hell Clan, are unwilling to provoke them easily. Of course, if you insist on having a share, it is not impossible. Everyone will give you three thin faces."

"Forget it, I don't intend to make too many enemies." The old man said to himself, and followed the noble one and his party into the hall of the Supreme Council.

I don't know how long it took.

Qin Lang woke up slowly, and when the haziness in front of him disappeared, he found himself in an area full of sulfur.

The soil here is scorched earth, the moon is red, and all you can see is decay and ruin. Even the air is filled with evil.

"Where is this... am I still alive?"

Qin Lang wanted to raise his hands, but he was horrified to find that his hands and legs were gone, and even his body was gone, just a simple spiritual body.

"I should be dead... Is this the world after death?"

Qin Lang murmured, and just as he was thinking about it, he heard the familiar voice of the mocking bird, "Ah, right, right."