The wind was howling, the thunder exploded, and the lightning rays tear through the dark sky, like a grand stage of doomsday.

The majestic and terrifying aura permeated between the heaven and earth, and Ling Bai felt that the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.

The hand holding Qingcang Sword exerted a little force. No one could rely on it at this time. The more you were like this, the more powerful you should be. Holding the long sword in your hand, this is to hold your life in your own hands.

Ling Bai slowly exhaled a breath of white breath, and the deity immediately wore dark golden armor, blue flamingo, and held a long spear like a dead branch in the endless storm, as majestic as described in Nordic mythology.

But his body was wrapped tightly in the shroud. The surface of the shroud was covered with blood-red spell talismans, making him look like a Senluo ghost again.

Slapnis under him had eight horse legs, and thunder rolled in his throat. When he blew, lightning burst out from his nostrils, evaporated heavy rain. Countless raindrops turned into white mist, which was blown away by the wind and then condensed again.

The light appeared and appeared in the white mist, and the greatness of the gods and the darkness of the evil spirits merged into him.

"You're back."

Odin looked at Ling Bai who was facing a great enemy. His voice was not fluctuating, but it was like an old friend reunion.

He did not throw the eternal gun Kungunier, but his majesty pointed at Ling Bai's eyebrows like a sword and a gun.

Ling Bai felt as if Odin only needed to ride a horse and take a step forward, the next second, he would be pierced by Kungunier to death.

As for Odin's nervous words, Ling Bai was even more confused. Are you back?

Are these people polite?

"That, noble Odin..." Ling Bai said tentatively: "I just missed Nibelon root. I wonder if I can... let me out this time?"

It doesn’t matter whether you come back or not. The point is that Ling Bai is reluctant to leave the demigod experience card that has just been obtained but has not yet warmed up.

At this moment, Ling Bai extremely suspected that the system was playing him, just to cheat his hard-earned trump card.

"Anyone who has been to this country will return to this country, and they will be servants of God."

Groups of deadpools walked out from behind Odin, like a group of evil wizards performing dark sacrifices. They surrounded them in all directions, with exactly the same black cloak, exactly the same pale face, and exactly the same golden eyes shining with golden light.

Deadpool surrounded each other and whispered to each other, using some ancient language, chanting and crying. Through the wet air, Ling Bai smelled the decay. Their existence was like moldy bread slices. He knew that this was probably the Dragon Word, but he could not understand a word without the blood of the Dragon clan.

Ling Bai was completely surrounded by endless Deadpools, and the tactics of gods seemed to be no different from those of humans.

"It seems there is nothing to talk about."

Holding the hilt of the Qingcang Sword tightly, Ling Bai's lips raised, which was a contemptuous smile. Odin was a dragon king, or even a fully-body dragon king. It was a respectable thing to face him without fear, but Ling Bai showed such an expression, which was clearly provoking this supreme existence!

"Hey...hey..."

The blood-red scales covered Ling Bai's body, the road was lifted up by brute force, and an inadequate scar appeared. He ignored the endless deadpool, spread his blood wings, and he dodged in the dark shadow, swung his sword, and the phosphorescence was shattered wherever he passed, and the ferocious blood-colored ice sculptures were washed away by heavy rain!

Extremely cold in blood!

Nibelungen is Odin's home court, but Storm is Ling Bai's home court!

With the help of the rain brought by the storm, endless blood-colored ice sculptures appeared on the viaduct in Nibelungen.

The distance between the two was clearly more than a hundred meters, but Ling Bai teleported over in the blink of an eye, his wings closed and fell from the sky!

Slash!

Toward Odin!

Toward the king's head!

Slapnis roared, and his four front hooves were raised in the air. All the rains around him gathered to block Odin's head and hit Ling Bai's front.

Ling Bai could not see the front at all, and it seemed like a waterfall coming towards him. The violent current wanted to push him out. He evaporated his whole body with a rich, blood-red mist. The rain instantly condensed into ice, and then burst out with a bang. The blood-red ice chips were flying all over the sky. Through the refraction of these ice chips, Ling Bai saw the surprise and... anger in the golden one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one!

"boom!"

Ling Bai supported himself on the ground with one hand, bent his five fingers into claws, and grabbed deeply into the asphalt pavement. Kungunier, who was hanging from Odin's hand, finally lifted up. It just now repelled Ling Bai.

The spear is shaped like a branch that is broken off from a vicissitudes of ancient trees, and then it is equipped with a spear tip that is so simple that it cannot be more simple. It is not much different from the wooden spear stick used by ancient humans to hunt with a stone spear tip, but it shines with a terrifying golden light.

At this moment, the light on the surface of the dead branches rises and falls like breathing, rising slowly. If Odin is compared to the god of death, then this extremely simple eternal gun Kungunier is like another god of death. In Odin's hands, it is like a living living body, but it also contains absolute intention to die.

The god-like figure held the Eternal Gun, and his low voice came from the rain:

"The power of God is not allowed to be provoked!"

Odin slowly raised his eyes, his golden eyes seemed to flow with lava, and the Slapnis stood up. When the eight-legged dragon subspecies stood up, they set off the gods on their backs more majestic and terrifying.

Odin's arm slowly opened, like a hard bow being pulled apart, and he was finally about to throw the spear!

A blue card appeared in Ling Bai's palm. As long as he tear it apart, he could instantly obtain the source of the power of the demigod. But even so, he still did not have the confidence to block this artifact that was considered a bug-level even in Nordic myths.

Whether it hits or not, the moment the Eternal Spear is thrown, the ending is destined, and the enemy it points to will surely go to death. It is not so much a gun as a connection of fate!

But Kungunier also has a flaw, that is, he can only throw it once for any target!

Ling Bai's spirit was tense to the limit. He held the demigod experience card in his hand and stared at Kungunier. If he could block this shot with the power of the demigod, Odin would not be afraid of him in the future!

"Buzz--"

Odin's gun was not yet gone, and Ling Bai's card was not torn apart. Under Ling Bai's feet, a dazzling white vortex appeared without warning, and his figure instantly disappeared into the Nibelon root.

Odin put down Kungunier who was ready to go. He was not surprised. The golden eyes seemed to see the gears of fate slowly turning, and he rode Slipnis slowly leaving.

"The desperate black returns from hell, the long white banners obscures the sky, and the new red throne rises under the ice sea..."
Chapter completed!