Zi Huaikong was frightened. It was true that the aura exuded by Lin Tian at this time was too powerful and terrifying. The surging power of luck surrounded him. That kind of power could simply ignore the gap in cultivation. His god level When faced with the power exerted by Immortal King-level Lin Tian, his cultivation was almost as brittle as bean dregs and weeds.
"Whoosh!"
At this time, his speed was astonishingly fast, causing bursts of sound to break through the air, causing the nearby void to be directly shattered by the impact.
Now, facing the sudden change of Lin Tian, he felt an unspeakable fear. He couldn't even care about the remaining brilliance of the goblin in the altar, and he no longer cared about taking Lin Tian away. That Zong Hongmeng Tower just wants to get out of here as soon as possible to save his life.
Lin Tian's aura outside his body was frightening, and his eyes were surrounded by black moons. He was like a peerless demon. He stared at the direction Zi Huaikong went out, and stepped directly. He didn't know how many times faster than Zi Huaikong, as if he was really doing something in an instant. He moved normally, and in a blink of an eye, he stopped in front of Zi Huaikong.
Zi Huaikong trembled: "You..."
"Boom!"
The power of the fist shocked all directions, and Lin Tian punched out with a fierce light full of murderous intent. The punch was mixed with the power of luck he was exuding at this time. It was horrifying, and he directly punched Zi Huaikong's chest.
He roared, grabbed Zi Huaikong's body, moved his hands together, and cut Zi Huaikong's body into pieces in the void. Blood dripped all over his body, and his black hair was dyed red. It looked shocking. It's like a life-threatening ghost coming out of purgatory.
Zi Huaikong's soul was immortal, and he reunited with the body of a god, but his face had become extremely pale, and he had obviously suffered a major injury.
Lin Tian's eyes fell on Zi Huaikong, and he stepped over step by step. In his eyes, the eighteen-round black moon looked extremely frightening, strange, mysterious and terrifying.
Zi Huaikong couldn't help but retreat and wanted to escape again, but found that the void around him had been directly sealed by the tangible power of luck, and it was impossible to break it open with his current strength.
"No, don't come here!" Seeing Lin Tianmai approaching, feeling the murderous intent and ferocity in Lin Tian, he couldn't help but retreat, the fear in his eyes became more intense, and he pointed at the purple elf on the altar below and said loudly : "You know, I... I am her father, biological father, and we are related by blood! You and her are friends, right? We are very good friends, right? So, you can't kill me! You can't kill me!"
Lin Tian took a step forward. At this time, his body was completely filled with anger and murderous intent. He looked completely possessed, as if he couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world at all, and there were only killings everywhere.
He stared at Zi Huakong, and blood flowed down from his eyes. The entire space in this place was shaken in an instant, and another long river of luck emerged, pressing towards Zi Huakong with a mighty force.
"Buzz!"
The void is moving, and the long river of luck has no terrible destructive aura, only vastness mixed in it, as if the real big sky is pressing down, and at the same time, the ten directions of space are completely frozen.
Zi Huaikong trembled, and he wanted to escape, but at this time, because the power of luck blocked all directions, he seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, and it was completely difficult for his body to move.
The next moment, the vast river of luck came down, destroying everything, directly shattering half of his body and swallowing up the other half of his god body.
Zi Huaikong screamed. This time, the river of luck was even more terrifying than before. When half of his body was shattered, half of his soul was also destroyed.
"Stop! Don't kill me! Stop...ah!"
The terrified screams returned to the body, and the next moment it became silent. The long river of luck rolled past, shattering the last half of Zi Huaikong's body. His soul, body and origin were all destroyed, completely disappearing from the world.
In the distance, the nine ancestors of the Fairy Tribe trembled together. Zi Huaikong, who had absorbed the endless light of the fairies and reached the realm of gods, was crushed and killed by Lin Tian. Lin Tian actually summoned the power of luck. .
"He, how could he do such a thing?! This, this..."
The nine people looked at Lin Tian, and their spines became cold.
"ah!"
The roar shook the sky and the sky trembled. The aura on Lin Tian's body became even more terrifying. He was covered in blood. He stared at the nine elders of the Fairy Tribe like a killer. With a fierce look on his face, he pushed towards the nine people. .
In response to Lin Tian's move, the nine ancestors of the Fairy Tribe trembled. How could they block Lin Tian in this state? It was even impossible for them to communicate, because it was obvious that Lin Tian had no chance at all now. Not much self-awareness.
Under the sky, on the altar, the purple elf looked at Lin Tian's state at this time. Naturally, he could see that Lin Tian was possessed. He felt uncomfortable and worried. His tears kept falling, and he shouted towards the sky with a cry. :"elder brother!"
Lin Tian stepped into the sky, with a ferocious face like a ghost, and pressed towards the nine ancestors of the Fairy Tribe. His eyes were filled with murderous thoughts. After hearing these sounds, he couldn't help but stop and followed the direction of the sound. Looking, it fell on the purple elf.
His body was covered in blood, his cheeks and hair were dyed red with blood, and the strange eyes reflected the purple elf's tears flowing. After three breaths, his body suddenly trembled, and his eyes were filled with murderous thoughts and ferocity. In the middle, a clear light gradually emerged: "Little... purple..."
After shouting these two words, the clear light in his eyes became stronger.
"cough!"
He coughed up blood, and his vision suddenly became blurry. He looked at the purple elf on the altar with some difficulty, and then saw Zi Yue next to the purple elf.
Looking at Zi Yue, who was lying motionless, he trembled slightly, then turned his head and looked at the altar in another part of the sky. In his eyes, his pupils trembled, and blood flowed down, causing the altar to explode. It shattered, and the endless fairy origin radiance remaining inside was wrapped in pure white power of luck, and came straight to his side.
He grabbed this power and appeared next to the purple elf in an instant. Together with the power of luck that enveloped the original glory of the elf, he penetrated Ziyue's body.
These fairy lights are the original essence of countless geniuses of the fairy clan over the years, and the most important thing is that there are also a large number of original lights that originally belong to Zi Yue. At this time, in Zi Yue's life origin At this time, which had just dried up, he could see with his eyes at this moment that with this vast fairy source light containing Zi Yue's own original power, there was great hope that Zi Yue's fairy origin could be rekindled.
"Buzz!"
The endless fairy origin radiance poured into Ziyue's body wrapped in the power of luck, and the dense light shrouded Ziyue. Then, after a dozen breaths, the brilliance gradually dissipated.
Then, when another moment passed, rosy color gradually appeared on Ziyue's cheeks. Although she was still unconscious and had not woken up, her chest began to rise and fall slowly, and the breath of life emerged.