"This is not a demon body!"
Puller stared, his eyes filled with indescribable horror.
He is the Demon King!
But he didn't realize right away that this phantom was not a demonic body unique to their demon race.
It's so similar.
Just from the phantom at the beginning, even the breath of this condensed dharma body now.
It's all the breath of demons.
only…
The biggest difference between Ye Zichen's demon dharma body and normal demon dharma body is—
wing!
The normal demon body has only a pair of demon wings, and the whole body is pitch black.
Ye Zichen's Dharma body has twelve wings!
Especially writing about the color of the wings...
Half black and half holy white.
"Son of the Holy Demon."
This kind of physique actually exists.
Looking at this demon-stained evil and the holy body of the Protoss in front of him, Purul couldn't help but muttered to himself and stepped back a few steps, almost falling from the void.
"Be careful!"
The Great Sage grabbed it and looked at the phantom behind Ye Zichen with amazement.
Feathers of pure purity fall from the wings into the void.
Yale stared at Ye Zichen in front of him, and the palm print on his arm that was corroded and flowing with golden blood.
From this palm print, he felt the breath of the demon race.
They also felt the holiness of their non-territorial Protoss Saints.
"Lord!"
Several main gods were anxious to see that Yale was injured, and the pained main god who had a pitiful look before was even more surging with divine power, and his right hand pointed in the direction of Ye Zichen.
"I will give you the abyss of pain!"
"Go to your uncle!"
thump—
Just when the Lord of Pain was still casting spells with proverbs, the Great Sage had already turned over in front of him and swung down with a stick on his head.
"Also give pain, Lao Tzu makes you suffer."
This is the disadvantage of the Master encountering the warrior.
The Lord God of Pain casts spells with proverbs, and if nothing else happens, it should be a curse.
This kind of curse-type mages all have time to cast spells, and the Great Sage is obviously a close combat warrior.
Just now, a stick of magic subduing rod directly interrupted the Lord of Pain. After that, it was a set of stiff and floating combos, and the Lord of Pain was unable to cast spells at all.
"pain!"
The other main gods wanted to help, but the people on Ye Chen's side wouldn't let them pass so easily.
Yin Shang and Gou Yuzhan all greeted the other main gods one after another.
Su Liuer's ice-type mages are not disturbed by anyone at all, and the group attack skills are thrown out as if they don't want money.
"Darkness, taste the horror of darkness."
After all, there are fewer people on Ye Zichen's side, and there are still people who successfully cast spells from the main god on Yale's side.
As soon as the voice fell, the whole world fell into endless darkness.
唿—
One after another, a whistling like a shrill neighing roars around everyone's ears, this feeling is like some ghost is blowing in their ears.
The invisible fear lurking in the dark shrouded the hearts of everyone, but...
"Hey, sorry, darkness is my home ground."
A faint whisper suddenly sounded from the ear of the Lord of Darkness, and the Lord of Darkness, who was proud of his spellcasting a second ago, froze instantly. Before he could react, a hand was already strangling his neck.
"Do you think you are the only one who likes darkness, and so do I."
A figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, and Yang Jian sneered, looking at him lightly with mockery at the corner of his mouth.
"Humph!"
Several palms suddenly appeared in the darkness and grabbed towards Yang Jian.
In an instant, Yang Jian turned into a phantom and disappeared.
"Enjoy the fear the darkness brings to you!"
The familiar whispers appeared from Yang Jian's mouth at this time. Yang Jian has been surrounded by the Lord of Darkness, and from time to time he will punch or kick him from the dark.
When the Lord of Darkness resists, he will melt into the darkness again. It can be said that the shady scene created by the Lord of Darkness has made Yang Jian feel like a duck to water and played with him, the Lord of Darkness.
"Darkness, solution..."
The Lord of Darkness couldn't bear Yang Jian's play any longer, and solved the darkness on his own.
The black curtain was driven away as if torn apart. When the darkness completely disappeared, it was seen that both the Great Sages and the Lord Gods remained vigilant.
Yang Jian, who just wanted to blacken the Lord of Darkness again, froze violently. Looking at the Lord of Darkness staring at him, he scratched his head, smiled and waved...
"Hello."
As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian ran back without looking back.
The Lord of Darkness held the staff in his hand, and several black threads like silk appeared from his staff as Yang Jian grabbed it.
But no one noticed...
Su Yiyun, who was previously held by the Lord of Rhythm, was now left unattended, placed in the void behind Yale.
call out.
Ye Zichen almost didn't think about it, the wings behind him vigorously incited. The howling wind seemed to lift the people around, turning it into an afterimage and swept past.
I don't know...
On the way Ye Zichen swept away, neither Yale nor the Lord God under his seat made any interception, as if waiting for Ye Zichen to go to Su Yiyun.
"can not go!"
The goddess of war suddenly burst into tears, but no one could hear her from such a long distance.
"elder sister."
The maid was puzzled, but the goddess of war bit her lip.
In the past, Ye Zichen gave her the impression that she was quite clever, so why is she so stupid this time. There is a space where Yale has to destroy, how could it be possible for him to easily bring people out.
Everyone else was fighting with the main gods, and it was Su Yan and the others...
"can not go!"
When Xiao Yumei said this, it was too late, and Ye Zichen really came to Su Yiyun without any hindrance.
"Yiyun..."
Ye Zichen hugged him fiercely, but at this time Su Yiyun was no longer aware, no matter how Ye Zichen shouted, there was no response.
He gritted his teeth hard and held Su Yiyun in his arms. Just as he was about to break out, a storm with a destructive aura stopped him.
The main gods who had been fighting with the Great Sage and the others before also returned to their positions, and returned to the destruction space to silently watch Ye Yechen who was surrounded by them in the center.
"leaf!"
Yang Jian and others hurried to drink, but at this time, the main god of cheering had already surrounded Ye Zichen. Ye Yechen, who was holding Su Yiyun, was alone and stared at more than a dozen main gods and Yale.
"Master Ye Xing, you made a bad move."
At this time, the wound on Yale's arm was completely healed, but he still had a strong interest in Ye Zichen, who could fuse the blood of the demons and the saints.
He silently looked at Ye Zichen who was protecting Su Yiyun, and then a smile flashed across his mouth. "I'm afraid you won't be able to leave!"