"Kill me?" Qianye Ying'er smiled slightly, and her fingers twisted around thousands of tiny black lights: "You can't do it in your life."

Boom!

The darkness filled the sky again, and the space suddenly collapsed. In the dark and dull world, everyone's pupils and even their hearts were clearly printed with a dancing black butterfly.

"This...this is..." In the darkness, there were many stern rumblings.

"Eternal Butterfly Abyss." Yan Sangeng's eyes penetrated the darkness, stared at the sky, and spoke in a quiet whisper: "The level 8 god master can force her to this level..."

Not far away, Fen Jiran's face changed one after another. He had already thought of something and subconsciously said: "Are they..."

Yan Sangeng turned his head: "Emperor Zi Ran, do you know their identities?"

"No, it's not them." Fen Jiran shook his head, not knowing whether he was answering Yan Sangen or talking to himself: "It can't be them."

Yan Sangeng frowned: "What the person you are referring to is..."

Bang!

A very light sound was heard, but it swallowed all other sounds. Shocked by the opponent's strength, and with the real anger, the mysterious power of the witch butterfly was finally fully released. The fourth witch in the Tribulation Soul Realm, the witch's realm named "Eternal Butterfly Abyss", appeared its terrifying true posture over the Emperor Heaven Realm.

The butterfly shadow of Qingwu was also reflected in Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes. She felt her five senses fading away quickly, and the feeling of devouring grew from her heart and soul and spread rapidly.

The existence of the blood of the Demon Emperor allows Qianye Ying'er to face the power of the demon butterfly without defeat.

However, being able to make up for the gap in mysteries does not mean that it can make up for the gap in soul power!

And the most powerful thing about the first witch butterfly is the dark soul power!

Under the Butterfly Abyss, the oncoming soul oppression even exceeded Qianye Ying'er's expectations. She was able to control the "Brahma Soul Death Seal", and her soul power was imaginable, but now she faced the demon butterfly with full soul power, and the first moment she knew that she could not resist it.

She even felt that if she was completely swallowed by the butterfly shadow, she might really be "eternal" and could not get out.

However, she did not get rid of it with all her strength at the first time, and did not even resist. Instead, the dark dark light on her body gathered on the oracle in her hand and went straight to the demon butterfly.

"Hmph, stupid." The demon butterfly said lowly, and his gestures and eyes changed at the same time...

And just as the Eternal Butterfly Abyss was about to completely spread out and swallow Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the void in an understatement.

As if she was violently pulled by an invisible force, the demon butterfly's half-closed pupils suddenly opened, and the mysterious power and soul power she released also lost control. What was spread out was an extremely twisted eternal butterfly abyss. The flawless witch's realm not only reduced its power sharply, but also dozens of flaws of different sizes opened.

The strange feeling and the distorted witch realm, the demon butterfly had never experienced that moment. At the same moment, Qianye Ying'er, who was ready to go, burst out with power, and a golden shadow pierced into the Butterfly Abyss realm, piercing the terrifying witch realm... almost easily, and then tear it apart.

Buzz!

The butterfly wings broke, the domain was shaken, and the sudden backlash made the demon butterfly's whole body tremble. She was shocked inexplicably, but the witch's will made her not panic. Her gesture changed suddenly, and she forced her to regain the power of the domain, but instead of retreating, she suddenly grabbed the oracle that had just torn the domain open.

With a muffled sound, the oracle was firmly grasped by the demon butterfly, and it was suddenly like a golden snake that was pinched to death for seven inches, and its divine light suddenly dimmed.

In the distance, Yun Che's five fingers gently pulled the void again.

The extremely strange tearing force just now came again at this moment. The power she gathered in her hands suddenly broke away from her control and suddenly disappeared by nearly 30%... and it was out of control and dissipated out of thin air, as if it was silently gnawed by an invisible creature.

Snap!

The strange power lost control, and the demon butterfly could no longer control the oracle. The oracle took off her five fingers and threw it straight towards her face.

Hiss!

The space was torn apart violently, and the demon butterfly twisted his waist and retreated with a strange body technique, leaving only dozens of black broken hairs dancing in the darkness.

The figure of the demon butterfly appeared ten miles away. The moment the body stopped, a light sound came, and a slanted crack broke into the upper edge of her mask, accompanied by a slowly overflowing blood mark.

The air completely condensed, and all the hearts were tightly tense and could not be beaten.

They saw the witch's domain that had just spread out and was torn apart in a flash, and saw the scarlet and thorny blood on the forehead.

Even the demon butterfly himself can't remember how many years it has been since he was injured.

"Who is it...who is it?" Tian Mu murmured and said softly as soon as he looked over the sky. He actually witnessed the witch butterfly injury with his own eyes. This is such an incredible and shocking scene.

Without touching his own injuries, the demon butterfly's eyes passed through layers of darkness and fixed on Yun Che's body.

Compared to Qianye Ying'er, Yun Che is the person who the demon butterfly cares the most. So even when fighting with Qianye Ying'er, she still has a considerable part of her attention on Yun Che.

When those two extremely strange abnormalities occurred, she noticed the change in Yun Che's gesture.

But, it's just a gesture!? There is no strange aura.

What I felt just now...What is that?

Qianye Ying'er didn't give her any chance to breathe, and a golden shadow had already arrived in the air.

The two fought again, and the dark disaster descended to the Emperor Heaven again.

The previous power collision made the two evenly match. But at this moment, the demon butterfly was a little confused. Coupled with the backlash from the witch's realm, she was gradually suppressed by Qianye Ying'er in the darkness.

Yun Che looked silently, staring at the demon butterfly without emotion. At a certain moment, his left index finger gently tilted downwards.

Bang!

The demon butterfly's fingers wrapped around the demon light touched Qianye Ying'er's oracle, and dozens of black dark domains exploded around the two of them in an instant. However, this terrible stalemate that belonged to the late stage god master lasted less than half a breath. The demon butterfly's fingers suddenly trembled, and the power she released suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The small gap made her power flow lose control in an instant.

Such a change is undoubtedly fatal in the fierce battle at the level of the God Lord. The demon butterfly's face had not changed enough, and the oracle suddenly tore open her power, flying into the snake like a golden poisonous snake, pointing it right in her heart.

boom----

It was like a pitch-black star exploded in the heart of the demon butterfly, like a broken wing butterfly, flying away in the dark storm, carrying a shocking blood mark on the air.

This time, she felt extremely clearly that while the change occurred, a slight movement appeared on Yun Che's finger.

Once... twice... three times... is it really a coincidence?

What exactly is it? A certain level of divine relics, a mysterious weapon without breath?

Or magic!?

And he is not the only one who captures all this, there is another person.

call!

Amid the shock of everyone, Yan Sangen suddenly rose into the air and took Qianye Ying'er, accompanied by an extremely gloomy voice: "I'll help you."

The figure of the demon butterfly was stationary in the sky, pressing his hands on his heart and experiencing blood between his fingers.

"Oracle", the magical remains weapon of the Eastern God Realm of the Brahma Emperor's God Realm. The Demon Butterfly knew its name very early. At this moment, she clearly saw its terribleness.

However, she was injured by the oracle without taking care of her injuries at all. Instead, she turned her body with all her strength and took Qianye Ying'er. The butterfly shadow behind her returned to solidification in a flash. The power of the witch goddess was almost impossible to feel as weak as before.

Yan Sanjue also approached at this time, a level nine god lord and a level seven god lord, attacking Qianye!

Qianye Ying'er couldn't stand apart, and Xueyan couldn't even see a trace of moving.

In terms of cultivation, Yan San is weaker than Qianye Ying'er's small realm, but when faced with it personally, the sense of oppression was so heavy that it suffocated him. At least, that was definitely not the suppression that a small realm should have.

His brows slightly shaking, and his eyes were exchanged with the demon butterfly for a moment. When he was approaching Qianyeying's childhood, his body suddenly changed and he rushed past her and took Yun Che directly.

The power of the demon butterfly also burst out with all its strength at this time, firmly overwhelming Qianye Ying'er, making it impossible for her to stop it from pulling force.

As the seventh-level god master and the leader of the thirty-six Yan Ghosts in the Yanmo Realm, until today, Yan Sangen would never believe that he would personally attack a seventh-level god in his own identity.

Today he not only took action, but also extremely fast and ruthless.

The space of dozens of miles was closer in an instant, and Yun Che was in sight, and Yan Sangen grabbed it with one hand, tearing a black crack in the air with his five fingers open.

The sound of tearing space was so sharp that it seemed to tear everyone's eardrums into countless pieces, but Yan Sangen's face suddenly stiffened, because his five fingers actually grabbed the air directly, and there was only a torn afterimage behind him.

After a brief moment of negligible surprise, Yan Sangeng's reaction was as fast as the sky's thunder, his figure turned sharply, and he grabbed Yun Che's place with extremely accurate accuracy.

Hiss!

The speed, the sound of tearing is several times more terrifying than just now, but there are still only fragmented afterimages when Yan Sanju and his five fingers arrive.

His face changed slightly, and a grayish-white dead aura flashed through his pupils.

"The top-level body technique may have reached the highest level, which is amazing." Yan Sangeng looked ahead and said in praise. He slowly turned around, his eyes fell at the position where Yun Che appeared, raised his arm, and pressed his five fingers down gently.

A roar of shrill, sad, or despair suddenly came from the unknown space, like hundreds of lonely ghosts screaming and howling. Behind Yan Sangeng, a gray skeleton shadow slowly reflected, and his skin turned into a terrifying dark gray at this moment, and a mummy that had begun to weather was born, with only a pair of eyes reflecting the strange light that should not belong to the living person.

Those terrible eyes locked Yun Che's place from the fingers, and the sound in his mouth was so hoarse that it was hard to hear: "Come on, let me see, how should you escape this time."

The sound fell slowly, and he rushed towards Yun Che. Although his speed was still extremely fast, it was much slower than just now.

However, as soon as he moved, thousands of ghosts around him cried and the whole world seemed to suddenly become a terrifying ghost realm.

Located in the center of the ghost realm, Yun Cheru is plagued by thousands of ghosts and is completely unable to move.

Yun Che's seventh-level god's cultivation level is enough to shock the world, but no matter how hard he is, he is unable to compete with him as a seventh-level god. Under the suppression of absolute power, no matter how powerful his body skills are, they will become a powerless joke.

Yan Sangeng dragged a long gray mark and grabbed Yun Che's throat with his five fingers. Until he was several feet long, Yun Che still did not escape... Of course, he could not move.

Just when Yan Sannong was sure that Yun Che would fall into his hands the next moment, Yun Che in his pupils suddenly magnified.

The seventh-level aura of the God King realm erupted in front of him in an exaggerated and incomprehensible amplitude, but he didn't even have time to shock. A trace of afterimage had passed by him, leaving only a trace of vermilion marks that flashed in the depths of his pupils, which had been flashing for a long time.

Yan Sangen's figure stopped, and all the voices in the world disappeared.

He was fixed there, and then slowly lowered his head... A huge sword shone with a light vermilion light, piercing into his heart, piercing out of his back, and piercing into his body.

His body of the Divine Lord, who is more tenacious than the Tiangang Divine Stone and his protective mysterious power at the Divine Lord's realm, seems to not exist at all.

"idiot."

Behind Yan Sangen, the coldest disdainful whisper he had ever heard in his life came.

Yun Che stretched out his hand, and the Demonic Sword of the Tribulation of Heaven immediately penetrated Yan Sangen's body and flew back into his hand. The sword body was not stained with half of the dirty blood.

Then, the sword of Zhuhong disappeared in his hands. He turned his back to Yan Sangeng, and never looked at him again from beginning to end.

Being penetrated by a sword is definitely not a fatal injury for a person with a high level of cultivation, and it is not even a serious injury.

However, Yan Sangeng was still there, his body was empty and he had no blood, but a vermilion light was still shining silently, with no sign of dissipation or fading.
Chapter completed!