Chapter 2701: This is just a misunderstanding

"Well, what happened?!"

The soul of the **** of war instantly invaded into the sea of ​​consciousness of Xia Ping. It intended to kill the soul of this little human being, and then occupy the other's body and rise again.

But when it entered Xia Ping's sea of ​​consciousness, it suddenly collapsed. It suddenly found itself in a universe of voids. It was boundless and surrounded by nine worlds.

It simply can't find the true body of this little human being. To tell the truth, if it is a god, it is not surprising that it has such a huge sea of ​​consciousness.

But this small human being is just a mortal, why is there such a horrible sea of ​​consciousness, is this still human? !

For a time, it was a bit sloppy, and it seemed to be different from the plan at the beginning.

"It turned out that I did not expect that the **** of war actually did not die, still left a sorrowful soul, is to take the opportunity to pick the right inheritor, and thus win the rebirth? It is a good calculation."

With a bang, at this time, Xia Ping’s soul appeared in front of the **** of war.

I saw the appearance of the **** of war seems to be a Tauren, the Tauren body, wearing a black gold armor, holding a black giant axe in his hand, the body emits a terrible pressure, very embarrassing.

Its body is extremely large, like a tens of meters of mountains, across the void, the atmosphere condenses into substance.

"When is the small mortal, when did you find it?"

The **** of war was gloomy and staring at Xia Ping. It did not expect that this small man actually found his own plan, and he was prepared, which was far beyond his expectations.

As a god, it should be in control of everything, but now there is an accident.

"I found it at the beginning. You thought that I couldn't perceive the stinking soul that you hide in the throne. I passed on the ruler of **** and took control of the power of the undead god. You can't beat me."

Xia Ping faintly said that under the insight of his infernal gold eyes, all the material is invisible, and he can clearly see that the soul of this war **** is hidden under the throne.

However, he deliberately pretended that he did not find out that the soul of the **** of war took the initiative to invade his own sea of ​​consciousness. This trick was to stun the snake and lead the snake out of the hole.

After all, if the soul of this war **** is hidden in the throne, he can't kill it, but if it gets rid of the power of the throne and takes the initiative to come to his own sea of ​​consciousness, then it loses the power of the throne. Protection, it is easy to kill this soul.

"God? A nonsense, a small mortal, and dare to claim to be the power of the gods, is simply a joke." The **** of war sneered, did not believe Xia Ping's words, it was gloomy, murderous, "but Even if you know what it is, it is silly to let me enter your sea of ​​consciousness. This is to get into trouble. As long as I kill your soul here, everything you do is useless."

It exudes a murderous sensation in the body, which is frightening and inciting the void.

Even if it is not in its heyday, it is just a sacred spirit, but it is not comparable to ordinary saints. Even the soul of a semi-god-level life cannot compare its current soul.

Even if such a small mortal knows his plans and existence, under the absolute power, under the power of the gods, this small human still dies.

"If you are still in the heyday, I am afraid that I will turn around and go, it is impossible to confront, but you are only left with a sorrowful sorrow, and dare to say so much, why do you think that I dare you to invade my sea of ​​consciousness, then Just because I can kill you easily, understand?"

The summer plane is expressionless, and the body exudes terrible majesty. The blood of the whole body of Hell Jinwu is surging. It seems to be filled with the vast atmosphere of Hell, as if it were a demon from the depths of Huangquan.

If it is the true body of the **** of war, he still has no way, but the other side is only a remnant of the soul, and he is the inheritor of the blood of the hell, and is the master of the higher hell, dealing with the soul. There are so many means, even if it is the soul of the gods, he can easily take it.

"How is it possible? This is the atmosphere of Hell's origin, and it is still the power of pure hell. Damn, where did you, the little mortal, master this power?"

The **** of war was shocked. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was obvious that this person was just a mortal. Even the half-god’s cultivation had not yet been achieved. He actually mastered the power of such a pure **** and entered the mysterious Mo. In the **** of the test, this is really incredible.

But before he thought of any coping method, it immediately ran up, and at this time it clearly saw that the small man in front of him had a dark gold pen.

Although it has never seen a magic weapon forging a pen, it does not prevent it from feeling the horror of this dark golden pen. The power of the sharpness contained in the nib is simply tearing the void, tearing the cause and effect, as if It is the most magical magic weapon in the universe, capable of cutting everything.

"Wait, stop, this is just a misunderstanding, we can talk about it, talk about it..."

The **** of war immediately shouted loudly, saying that what happened just now was a misunderstanding. In fact, there are still things to talk about between them. There is no need to make such an arrow and a sword.

But where Xia Ping would listen to the **** of war, the reincarnation of his hand smashed toward the soul of the **** of war, and made a light stroke toward the void.

boom

In the twinkling of an eye, a dark golden light is blasted from the tip of the reincarnation pen, and this light is even more terrifying than any previous magical power exhibited by Xia Ping.

This is the first time that Xia Ping’s repairs have been fully implemented after reaching the late ancient times.

And this dark golden light is simply horrible, cutting the past, seems to tear the space, tearing the time, tearing the barriers of the world, tearing the cause and effect, making all the material into nothingness.

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

"No no no!!!"

The **** of war made a scream of screaming, and it was terrified to the extreme. It has not been reborn, and it has not yet been provoked. There are still many plans to follow, and it wants to return to the peak. It cannot die like this.

Boom!

However, this force is completely not transferred by its will. The power of the reincarnation is cut instantly, and the spirit of the **** of war is cut off at once and completely shattered.

The **** of war, which was famous in the last cosmic era, was so stabbed to death, completely degraded, and could no longer be resurrected.