Chapter 1042: Dark Lord

Yuan Qing and Nalan Hongchen were speechless for a while.

At this time, a dark angel who was fighting with the human saint and prevailed suddenly fell to the ground with a wail.

He was bloodied and his eyes opened with anger, all of which were incredible expressions.

Immediately, overcast clouds reappeared in the sky, and the pouring blood rain came down.

This is the second blood shower, and also the second saint's fall.

The depressed atmosphere spread among the forces of the universe beyond.

They all feel that the heavy feeling in their hearts is hard to describe in words.

"How did this man die?"

There was a slight depression in Yuan Qing's heart. He didn't understand the cause of the dark angel's death.

He died unclearly, as if an invisible big hand dragged him from mid-air abruptly, and then pressed to death on the ground.

But he is a saint, wherever the ghosts and sprites can have such strength.

"he came!"

"He is here!"

March appeared suddenly, and he screamed in horror.

"Who? Who is this you are talking about?"

Fang Yue's figure also appeared beside Ma Qi. He could not help but worry that Yuan Qing and others would act on him when he saw Ma Qi appear.

As for Fang Yue himself, he was just an incarnation of aura anyway, if it was destroyed, it would be destroyed, and the loss was not big, at most he was breathing a few breaths of aura and evolved one.

"Dark Lord, Rob! He is also a follower of Lord Mala, but he followed Lord Mala earlier than everyone else. It is said that Lord Mala was already with Lord Mala when he was a teenager. Dark Lord, when I fell, he was still at the peak of the Saint Realm, but his Saint Realm summit and the general Saint Realm summit are definitely not the same concept. He walked nine paths of spiritual practice, each of which was at the level of the Saint Realm. He wants to integrate the nine roads into one, and finally step into the level of the Great Sacred Realm in the strongest state."

When Ma Qi mentioned Dark Venerable's name, even he himself showed a look of panic. Even if he was in full prosperity, he was just a humble ant in front of Dark Venerable, not to mention his current state.

"Dark Venerable is withdrawn. Once he takes action, his six relatives will not recognize him. He even kills himself, he is the real lunatic!"

Ma Qi introduced the identity of Dark Venerable.

The more Fang Yue listened, the more he felt that there was a big secret.

Before the people of the other side universe came, he knew that the people of the Ten Thousand Worlds universe had already made arrangements in advance for this calamity.

This Dark Lord is probably one of their backs.

The vast waves have already risen in the city, and he is afraid that he can no longer play an important role in the drama behind.

It was a battle starting from the Great Sacred Realm, and his strength and methods were simply not enough.

Dark Lord Rob shot, and when he met his face, he killed a saint-level angel.

At the moment Fang Yue appeared, Nalan Youying instantly locked the target.

His sword spirit is pressing, directly forming a world composed of pure sword intent.

Fang Yue seemed to have stepped into the world of the other side, under his feet, the sky, and all around him were raging sharp blade lights.

"Fang Yue, die!"

Nalan Youying let out a low growl, and his figure quickly approached. At this moment, Nalan Youying seemed to have become an extremely sharp long knife that could cut everything.

"Netherworld Wraith!"

Although Ma Qi said that he didn't care about Fang Yue, how could he give up Fang Yue when things came.

Fang Yue summoned himself from the endless time and space of Ten Thousand Realms by sacrificial means. This was already a great cause and effect.

If it were not for repayment, even if he was resurrected, it would be difficult for him to make progress.

A layer of purple flame spread all over the void, Nalan Shadow broke into it, and the saint magical artifact on his body was directly burned and shattered.

However, Nalan Youying was expressionless, even though his body was burned, there was never the slightest painful expression.

Once his goal is locked, he will never die.

Other things are difficult to disturb his heart, even if it is life and death!

Fang Yue was in a trance, and he broke away from the pressure and lock of the sword intent.

After all, he was on the same level as the Great Sage at the soul level, and the number of souls was dozens of times more than the ordinary Great Sage.

Before, Nalan Youying was able to disturb his mind. On the one hand, it was because of surprise, Fang Yue did not expect that he and Nalan Youying would adopt a method of mental oppression. The second aspect was that Nalan Youying’s sword intent was indeed very strong. , There is already a trace of the demeanor of the scholars.

"Purple Lightning Lightning!"

Fang Yue did not hesitate, dozens of purple thunder crystals in his body burst into pieces.

This is the calamity of the Saint Realm.

Dozens of them burst together, the calamity converges, destroying the world!

No matter how strong Nalan Youying is, he still hasn't reached the level of the Great Sacred Realm.

In the face of this overwhelming thunder tribulation, even if he cannot be completely killed, it will be severely damaged, greatly weakening his strength.

This was Fang Yue's thoughts when he showed up, and March next to him was teleported away by him just before releasing the purple thunder crystal.

In a blink of an eye, the top of Nalan Youying's head, with a radius of ten miles, has completely turned into a sea of ​​thunder.

"It's the Aura clone, I was deceived!"

Nalan Youying had no expression on her face and made a judgment, holding the sword in both hands.

There is no trace of panic.

Layers of knives were turned into eggshells, and the thunder that swept the outside world was completely resisted.

"It's useless, Fang Yue's little calculation is nothing in front of the real strong. The ranks of the masters are rare in ancient and modern times. Only the most talented can master this kind of power! They have already begun to reach the ten thousand realms. The origin, any one is luck, a common conspiracy, and a joke in front of them. This purple lightning, a calculating saint may succeed, but in front of Nalan Youying, even his Fang Yue can't break the foundation!"

Daoist Qingshi slowly shook his head, and at the moment Nalan Youying shot, he had already guessed that it would end like this.

The level of the Zhuzi realm is indescribable, indescribable, even if it is only a little bit of comprehension, you can walk sideways in this world. Nalan shadow, able to kill the great sage, does not rely on Fang Yue's opportunistic tricks. Calculating, but the wisp of the true essence of the Great Sage!

All the thunder lights, all the movies, even if they have reached the level of the Saint Realm, can hardly shake Nalan's shadow.

He is not moving like a mountain, and even the slightest wave of expression on his face will not appear.

Fang Yue couldn't help but half-point him. The only pity was that he couldn't capture Fang Yue's true body either!

"kill!"

A hoarse voice shouted from Nalan Shadow's throat.

Void trembles, murderous awe-inspiring.

His eyes opened and closed, murderously awe-inspiring.

A figure dressed in black was shaken out of the void, staggered a step, and landed on the ground!

Dark Lord Rob!

He wanted to kill Nalan Ghost in the dark, but was discovered that he was covered in black clothes and his entire face was covered by a black cloth.

"People who understand a little bit of the artistic conception of the philosophers are different, and even my shadow void technique can be cracked."

Dark Lord Rob was not surprised or discouraged.

If people who understand the mood of Zhuzi are so easy to kill, then killing Nalan Youying would not have such a strong sense of accomplishment.

"Are you also comprehending the artistic conception of the scholars?"

Nalan Youying looked at Dark Lord Rob, her eyes were like wolves and tigers, full of aggressive peeping.

Nalan Youying finally no longer has the arrogance of the world's heroes. Dark Venerable Rob, also understands the mood of the masters, and Nalan Youying can clearly feel that the Dark Lord Rob is more than the masters he understands. For the profound and ancient.

"Yes! These days, as a saint, if you don't understand the mood of the masters, you are embarrassed to come out! Before I fell asleep, the saint was still the number one person in the ten thousand worlds. I did not expect to sleep for thousands of years and wake up again. When I came, even the saint became so worthless!"

Dark Lord Rob spoke, a faint taste of sadness filled it.

The surrounding saints are all stiff faces, and the times are indeed changing, but the strong in the saint realm are still eloquent. Their status remains unchanged and stands at the pinnacle of all living beings. Only on this special occasion can they have great The holy descends, presides over the army, and the old immortal with the virtual fairyland climbs out of the coffin board to be responsible for the formation.

Dark Lord Rob, overestimating this era, but they can't say anything, after all, people are the strongest among saints.

"The battle between you and me, put it aside for the time being, I will kill Fang Yue first, and then I will fight you!"

Nalan Youying did not have a love battle. Although he was not afraid of Dark Lord Rob, the two of them would really fight, and they would surely break the ground, the sun and the moon would be destroyed. For a while, it would be difficult for him and Rob to tell the difference between winning and losing. Only Fang Yue should be resolved first. His mission is complete!

"Fang Yue was chosen by my master Ula. Although it may be only one of them, I am responsible for protecting him. At least before he grows up, I will protect him and surpass him by one or two people. I have no opinion on his shots, but you are a strong man at the pinnacle of the saint state who has understood the mood of the masters, and shot him is a bit too much!"

Dark Lord Rob made his position.

He stood on Fang Yue's side and expressed his willingness to protect him.

Indeed, with the strength of the peak of the saint realm, and also comprehending the sword intent of the Zhuzi realm, it is indeed a bit too much to ask the opponent Yue a kid in the early stage of the rotation realm to make a shot.

But this is war. There is only victory and defeat, no means.

If there is no Dark Venerable standing up to defend Fang Yue, no one will accuse Nalan Youying of bullying the small.

"Hey, did you hear that? This is a fair voice! Practitioners at the rotation level, come and challenge me at will. I promise that I will not use external forces. I can collapse a group by myself!"

Fang Yue stood up again, but no one knew whether this was the deity or the clone.

Yuan Qing and others didn't know how greasy he was.

Who doesn't know that you are already invincible at the level of the rotation realm. Just now, even the saint was killed by you. Let the people in the rotation realm take action against you. Isn't this purely seeking death?

"Actually, you feel that the Rotation Realm is too weak, and if I am too amazing, it doesn't matter if you let the powerhouse of the Yin-Yang Realm take action! Of course, I don't care too much about the methods, it is impossible to guarantee that I will touch some taboo areas!"

Fang Yue spoke slowly, he was provoking the other side of the universe face to face.

A little monk in the Rotating Realm, who has just reached this level, dares to challenge the strong in the Yin-Yang realm!

This is to say from the side that the other side of the universe has no one at the level of rotation.

There is even a taste of sarcasm and insult.