Chapter 260 Davis dies, the Evil Eye Saint King transforms

"Ah--"

A contemptuous sneer echoed in the silent air, like an ice knife in the cold wind, cutting everything around.

"You are willing to come out?"

Yuan Qingtian took a step forward and gently pulled Zhu Zhuyun behind him.

In his eyes, magical runes kept flowing, flashing a deep and mysterious light, as if they could penetrate all illusions and reach people's hearts.

His eyes were fixed on Davis.

In other words, it was locked onto the vague divine consciousness of the Evil Eyed Saint King within Davis' body.

"Grandfather, you really haven't given up on us!"

Davis' voice was trembling, full of ecstasy and excitement.

He seemed to be pulled back from the brink of death to the other side of life, and the smile on his face was bright and dazzling.

Evil Eye Saint King: "..."

You really are good at thinking!

The thing it regretted most in its life was probably taking this fool as its heir.

Although he was clearly inferior to his opponent in strength, he insisted on fighting head-on and would not stop until his men suffered heavy casualties. ...

If this isn’t a bastard, what is it?

It sighed deeply and looked at the abyss of blue sky through Davis' body.

"My dear friend, what do you want me to do in exchange for you letting him live?"

There was sincerity in its tone.

Davis knelt beside him, the joy on his face gradually froze.

He finally understood.

The ancestors did not really want to kill everyone and regain the dignity of their Xingluo Empire.

In order to save his life, he had to surrender to Yuan Qingtian.

It’s over.

Is it too early to be happy?

Will Yuan Qingtian see it?

Yuan Qingtian's deep eyes were calm, as if he could see through people's hearts. He opened his lips slightly, and his voice was cold and deep: "Then I'll have to think about it carefully."

The Evil Eye Saint King was delighted: "Is there a chance of a turnaround?"

It quickly responded, "It's okay, it's okay. You can think about it for as long as you want. We can wait!"

Although the habitat was about to be occupied by the Spirit Hall, Davis' life was saved.

It can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

After all, he is the one who inherited my mantle, it would be best if he could survive.

"call out--"

The air seemed to be torn apart in an instant by an invisible force. The sharp sound of breaking through the air was like an arrow piercing the void, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.

"Huh? This is..."

Suddenly, it seemed to hear a clear sword chant, like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, shaking people's hearts.

The next moment, its pupils and Davis's pupils shrank in unison.

It was a sharp sword, and the sword body emitted a dazzling light, as if it contained the purest power between heaven and earth.

Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the air was cut into pieces, making a sharp whistling sound.

Davis' pupils suddenly shrank, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in the sword, which was enough to cut him into pieces in an instant.

"help me!"

He was screaming in his heart, but because he was too frightened, no sound came out of his mouth.

"This kid has no moral principles!"

The Evil Eyed Saint King cursed inwardly, and without any hesitation, quickly mobilized all the power of this divine consciousness, trying to block Yuan Qingtian's sword in the same way he had blocked Zhu Zhuyun's sword before.

Driven by his will, the power of his divine thoughts gathered rapidly like a stream, gradually condensing into an invisible barrier, like a transparent shield, blocking Davis in front of him.

However, at the moment when the barrier was formed -

"Shua-"

"puff!"

That power, which no Title Douluo dared to underestimate, was easily cut apart like a piece of thin paper, as if it had never existed.

Without the strength to protect him, Davis's end was doomed to be tragic.

His body was cut in half by the impact of that force.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground and air red and emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

Davis's open eyes were filled with reluctance and despair.

He couldn't believe until his death that he would die here like this!

It was clearly a very bloody scene. Xing Luo and his group were like fallen leaves hit by the cold wind, shivering, with fear and despair written all over their faces.

However, in sharp contrast to them are the people from the Spirit Hall.

They stood not far away, expressionless, like cold sculptures, as if this bloody scene had nothing to do with them.

In fact, they don’t want to be so indifferent in their hearts.

However, when they witnessed with their own eyes the grand scene created by Yuan Qingtian himself, the shock in their hearts exceeded the limits of their expressions.

The shock was like a landslide or tsunami, which instantly submerged them.

Simply put, it is...

They were all numb.

It's just a split in two, a small scene~

"You dare to take on a super divine weapon with just a trace of divine consciousness?"

"Are you crazy?"

Yuan Qingtian couldn't help but complain.

He held the sword of rebirth in his hand and swung it gently.

The blood on the sword was instantly shaken off, turning into blood-colored streams of light and disappearing into the air.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes.

......

at the same time.

In the deepest part of the Xingluo Palace, a dull "Wow" sound suddenly rang out in the dark and heavy air.

The Evil Eyed Saint King couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood at this moment.

The blood drew a strange arc in the air and finally fell on the cold ground, splashing a tiny blood flower.

Its eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

"What grade of weapon is that?"

"How can it be so strong?"

It trembled its voice, trying to calm itself down.

But the fear in its heart surged like a tide, causing its body to tremble involuntarily.

"No, I have to yo-yo. Staying here will only lead to death!"

It finally made up its mind to escape from this dangerous place.

Its tiger body began to stand up, and a powerful light spread from its body.

The light was as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the entire palace.

Wait until the moment the light fades away.

The majestic tiger face and tall tiger body have disappeared.

Instead, there was an unruly boy with a fair face, flowing blond hair and a slender figure.

He gently stroked his biceps, which he could fully grasp with one hand, with a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes. The black line on his forehead was like lightning in the middle of the night, looming.

"Forget it, time is short, let's just leave it like this for now and adjust it later."

He sighed, as if telling his troubles to the air.

But just as he had sorted out his thoughts and was about to leave, an accident suddenly occurred.

"Boom~~~"

There was a loud bang, like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth, and the deafening sound waves instantly exploded in his ears.

His eardrums were buzzing and he almost lost his mind.

He looked up in astonishment, only to see a blinding white light breaking through the air.

The white light became brighter and bigger.

Until he saw the horrifying truth - it was actually a platinum sword that was dozens of meters long!

The long sword seemed to come from the sky, carrying unparalleled power, and instantly pierced through the entire palace.

The solid walls and thick ceiling were like paper in front of this long sword and had no resistance at all.

"Fuck!"

The Evil Eyed Saint King roared in shock.

It didn't have time to think, and immediately mobilized all the strength in its body, opening a ray of protective golden light and enveloping itself in it.

Then, it kicked the ground hard and rushed out of the hall like an arrow.

Just as it rushed out of the temple.

"Boom~~~"

The ceiling collapsed and hit the place where it had just been.

Clouds of dust and rubble flew everywhere, plunging the entire temple into chaos.

"What the hell is this?"

The Evil Eyed Saint King stood in mid-air, looking at the scene before him, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

Its body shook suddenly, as if it was hit by an invisible force.

There was a gleam of surprise and doubt in its eyes, and it wiped its eyes desperately to make sure it was not an illusion.

"Sigh~"

It couldn't help but take a breath.

Although strength is not determined by body size.

But a monster this big...

Do you dare to say that it is not strong?

"Have you had enough of being a coward?"

At this moment, a voice reached the ear of the Evil Eyed Saint King.

It looked up following the sound, "It's you!"

Yuan Qingtian folded his arms and looked at it with a cold expression.

It has already started to back down in its heart.

Although its strength is comparable to that of a Limit Douluo, whether it is the divine sword whose grade it cannot even tell, or the tall giant that Yuan Qingtian is showing at this moment...

Each of these two things made it extremely wary, as if it could smell the aura of death from them.

It forced itself to calm down and said in a deep voice: "My friend, have we really reached the point of no return?"

"Are you really going to treat me like this?"

Yuan Qingtian's eyelids twitched slightly.

Why does this tiger, which has lived for who knows how long, feel a little... stupid?

What nonsense are you talking about?

If I didn’t know, I would have thought that he had some love-hate relationship with the tiger!

He exhaled lightly, "You don't have to fight me."

"Submit to my Spirit Hall."

“This is the easiest and only way.”

"If you don't think it's possible..."

"Then fight me with all your strength!"