Chapter 1780 How is Eldest Brother?

In an instant, Lucifer was swept into the whirlwind, and large patches of his feathers fell off.

Black blood splattered, accompanied by his low growl.

Time seemed to slow down around Lucifer, and no matter how he flapped his wings, he remained in the same place.

"My Lord Ancestral God, Lucifer knows his mistake!"

He could only make a sound, a plea.

"Old man, I haven't had enough fun yet!" Ge Wu's eyes gleamed with even greater excitement: "Don't go soft, get hard again and show me, old man!"

In the distance, the Yin spirit clone had already widened its eyes.

Ge Wu's eccentricity once again refreshed his understanding; it seemed that his true nature was revealed only after he escaped the emperor's cage.

No wonder the White-Robed Emperor imprisoned him for a million years.

Having a younger brother like that, not slapping him to death is just out of old affection!

At this moment, the tornado formed by countless wind blades slowly dissipated, revealing Lucifer's increasingly disheveled figure.

It is clear that Ge Wu only intended to torture him, not to kill him.

"Come on, keep going! I'll stand still and let you strike me three times!"

After Ge Wu finished speaking, he actually harnessed the Wind Demon Domain and came to Lucifer's side.

Gewu stretched his neck and covered Lucifer's head with his face.

His imposing divine body was several times larger than Lucifer's, and his large face was as big as Lucifer's body.

"Come on, come on, chop at me here, blind my dead fish eyes!" Ge Wu raised a finger, pointed at his left eye, and shouted excitedly.

Lucifer trembled all over, looking at him with a horrified expression.

"No... I wouldn't dare, Ancestral God...!"

boom!

Ge Wu slapped him hard.

Lucifer's figure instantly flew thousands of miles away.

A scream rang out, followed by a gushing mouthful of black blood...

"Useless trash, is that all the courage you have? How dare you become the second-generation corpse demon that I, Ge Wu, personally transformed?"

After Lucifer regained his footing, he found that Ge Wu was in front of him again.

A large face loomed over his head: "I'll give you one more chance, will you cut me or not?"

Lucifer gritted his teeth and slashed down with his cross-shaped sword.

Snapped!

As the first sword fell, Ge Wu closed his eyes, and the blade landed on his eyelids, only slightly grazing his skin.

Ge Wu's defense is too strong.

Although both are level five gods, Lucifer's attributes are not on the same level as his.

Lucifer gritted his teeth, became fierce, and his blood boiled.

The second sword slashed down...

Oh!

He immediately cut a shallow wound on Ge Wu's eyelid.

Black blood beads spilled out.

Before Lucifer could unleash his third sword strike, Ge Wu suddenly opened his eyes and slapped down hard!

This slap sent the same surge of blood boiling.

Rumble...!

Lucifer's body, like a broken drum, made a loud noise and flew tens of millions of miles away.

As he regained his footing, he spat out another mouthful of black blood, and feathers rained down around him.

Lucifer looked up in horror and saw Ge Wu's angry, dead fish eyes: "You actually cut me!"

Rumble!

Rumble!

boom……

Ge Wu went berserk, slapping Lucifer repeatedly until he was on the verge of death, at which point he stopped.

Then he grabbed one of Lucifer's wings and lifted the entire Corpse Demon Angel up in front of him like a chick, fiddling with it.

"Old bird, you've lived for billions of years, but your alien race is still far inferior to my human race!"

"Great Ancestral God, Lucifer really... really knows he was wrong...!" After saying this, Lucifer spat out blood clots mixed with internal organs.

"A fifth-level god would need tens of thousands of years to recover from such a severe injury."

Ge Wu sighed and shook his head: "You're crippled. I can't wait ten thousand years, and I don't want to. I might as well die!"

"No, no... Lucifer doesn't want to die, please, Ancestral God, spare my life...!"

After thinking it over, Ge Wu ultimately decided against killing him.

He stretched out his left hand, his long, black nails like hooks, reaching out to grasp at nothingness.

The endless wind and the rules of the Corpse Demon rapidly condensed, transforming into a pitch-black chain with black threads spreading and writhing.

The chains slowly wrapped around Lucifer's neck, and then he lifted Lucifer up and threw him behind him.

The next moment, a teleportation force descended, drawing Lucifer into a life space.

A powerful level 5 god was like a dog to him.

Even the Yin spirit clones were stunned; Ge Wu's growth was too fast.

Of all the founding gods Zhao Yin had ever seen, besides Mo Yinling, there was only Ge Wu.

They're all equally perverted.

At this moment, Zhao Yin's perception of Ge Wu was no longer limited to just evil.

This younger brother of the human emperor, the first human king of ancient times... was definitely a genius.

If he hadn't been forced into a corner by the alien races back then and chosen to become a demon... would he have evolved to the Emperor level by now?

Zhao Yin felt that it was very likely...

"Zhao Yin, you bastard, you've created another clone?" Ge Wu's gaze pierced through the void, looking at the Yin spirit clone billions of miles away.

When the spirit clone was spying earlier, it subconsciously activated its ethereal form.

Unexpectedly, Ge Wu had already noticed and was able to pinpoint his location precisely.

Just as Zhao Yin hesitated, wondering whether he should show himself immediately...

A pitch-black hand instantly reached out to grab him, moving at a speed surpassing that of a fifth-level god, as if time itself had accelerated ten thousand times in the vicinity of the hand.

In an instant, it reached the top of Zhao Yin's head.

"Wait, I'm coming out!" the Yin spirit clone quickly transmitted.

At this moment, he was also afraid of being slapped to death by this madman!

In fact, Zhao Yin and the Corpse Demon God Ge Wu were old acquaintances.

Although there are many grudges, it is not a situation of irreconcilable conflict.

This is the first time we've met and communicated face-to-face!

Ge Wu took a few steps and arrived at a place tens of thousands of miles away from Zhao Yin, where he stopped.

"You want to play with me too?" he asked excitedly.

"I'm busy, so don't do anything rash!" Zhao Yin transmitted his voice, his heart pounding with panic, but he forced a calm expression on his face.

It's not that he's cowardly; as the saying goes, good people are afraid of spirited young men, and spirited young men are afraid of those who don't value their lives.

Even if you're willing to risk your life, you still have to be afraid of madmen!

The guy in front of me is the latter!

"I am only here on orders, and I have nothing to do with the consequences."

"By whose orders does the Book King want to fight me?" Ge Wu stared with dead fish eyes.

“It has nothing to do with my godfather. It was the White-Clad Emperor who deliberately hired me to deliver a message!” Zhao Yin said calmly.

Zhao Yin decided to first make the white-robed emperor take the blame.

"Brother?"

Ge Wu was momentarily lost in thought, then became excited and took a step to stand in front of the Yin Spirit clone.

At this moment, the Yin spirit clone suddenly felt that the space and time around it seemed to be completely separated from nothingness.

This scene is just like the moment when the River of Time descends every time the Illusion God is activated.

Time seemed to slow down a thousandfold. Ge Wu slowly raised his hand, and in the eyes of the Yin Spirit clone, the speed was too fast to see.

He grabbed the Yin spirit clone in one swift motion.

"Boy, tell me, where did you see my elder brother? When did he leave the Land of Beginnings? Why did my elder brother send you to find me... How is my elder brother...?"