"I'm really the villain (!

This knife smashed through the sky, and there seemed to be a cross between the sky and the earth.

The figure He Feiyang rushed over did not touch the intent of the knife, and he had already let Yu Bo rush out.

Back ten steps in a row, the figure just stopped.

"You are obviously the emperor, why do you have the power of law?" He Feiyang squinted slightly and asked solemnly.

"I said, no one can stop what I want," Xu Zimo said.

He Feiyang snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied with Xu Zimo's arrogant words.

"No one can grab anything I don't give from me."

I saw He Feiyang standing in the void, standing alone, looking down at everything.

The Zixia Qi around him kept moving closer to him, and the aura around him was getting stronger and stronger.

In a twinkling of an eye, Shengwei has already diffused.

The majestic power is raging across the sky, and the hurricane is roaring.

"What about now?" He Feiyang snorted coldly.

"Look next to you," Xu Zimo said with a light smile.

He Feiyang turned his head, his complexion changed drastically because he was still standing next to Mingxue Ghost Flower.

This man is Bymon.

What frightened He Feiyang was that he didn't know when the other party stood there.

Staring at worship, He Feiyang spoke for a long time and said, "Holy King?"

But Baimeng smiled without saying a word, enveloped in demonic energy with his right hand, and slowly grabbed the fateful ghost flower.

"Who are you?" He Feiyang asked quickly.

He was also a little confused in his heart.

"I'm just a little magician under the main seat," Bymeng shook his head.

As if his name is not worth mentioning.

"What a joke, he is a great emperor, He De He Neng," He Feiyang obviously didn't believe it.

"This world is not something you can guess," Bymeng shook his head slightly.

"Pretend to be a ghost," He Feiyang said coldly: "No matter who you are, you can't take away the fate and ghost."

"It doesn't count what you said," Bymon shook his head.

His right hand has been caught on the Fate Soul Ghost Face Flower, which has already produced spirits.

He actually resisted Bymeng very much, and on the petals, there was a powerful power coming from him, constantly breaking free from Bymeng's big hands.

"Looking for death," He Feiyang shouted.

The Zixia Qi in his whole body pervaded thousands of miles, and in a short time he raised his cultivation base to the level of entering the sacred a long time ago.

"I heard that your ancestors once wanted to destroy the world and created a trick. I don't know how much you learned?" Xu Zimo laughed from the side.

He Feiyang is a descendant of Fengshen Tianwu. Tianwu almost destroyed the world and was eventually killed.

The reason for this has passed several times, and I am afraid that no one knows it.

"You'll know if you try," He Feiyang said lightly without being angry.

He closed his eyes slightly, brewing a little.

Then a breeze flashed in his eyes.

"The wind is everywhere, it can blow by, or sweep the world."

He Feiyang said solemnly.

He seemed to be praying, and the wind was all around him.

From a gust of breeze, it became violent, overwhelming the sky, and the sky was dim, and the sky and the earth would be raging in it.

"Doomsday storm."

The wind between heaven and earth has changed. It is no longer ordinary wind, but strands of pitch black, like a deadly hurricane before the end of the day.

The wind is everywhere, and it blows from Xu Zimo's face like a knife, making it painful.

The wind between the sky and the earth gathered towards He Fei, forming a tornado storm.

The pitch-black storm blew and cracked the sky, leaving a face riddled with holes on the earth.

"Kill," He Feiyang controlled the Doomsday Storm and directly worshipped and killed him.

"It's a very good move, the law of the wind has been comprehended to the extreme.

If you wait for the Holy King, you might really be able to touch the traces of rules by the ancestors' trees," Bai Meng applauded.

"But after all, the realm is too low.

How can you fight with me if you don't cross the holy king? "

In the heyday of He Feiyang, he was just a great sage, one step away from the holy king.

He has been preparing for so many years now, but just to cross the Saint King and have two souls of life and death.

By waving his right hand, the devilish energy of despair condenses into a sickle of despair.

He held a sickle in his hand, as if death had descended.

Looking at the apocalyptic storm that swept across, he slammed it down with a sickle.

This seems to be just an ordinary sickle.

But when it was cut out, the heaven and the earth seemed to cut into the dawn, and the small world was shattered.

Even He Feiyang had an illusion, as if the sickle had been cut from his neck.

Even his soul has been harvested.

The whole body was cold for only a moment, although He Feiyang knew that all this was just an illusion.

Finally, the heyday was slashed with a knife.

The Doomsday Storm was wiped out by this knife.

As if this is the real doomsday, the real destruction.

Seeing this scene, He Feiyang swallowed fiercely and remained silent for a long time.

He watched as Mingxun's ghost face was pulled up by worship, and then handed over to Xu Zimo's hand.

He smiled bitterly and said: "I shouldn't provoke you at all, I'm just drawing a wolf into the room."

He used the inheritance of Fengshen as a bait before, trying to pull the demons into the game.

How did you discover that when the power is strong to a certain extent, all conspiracies are nothing but chickens.

"When do you plan to hand over the rest of the inheritance to me," Xu Zimo asked.

"You still have the face to ask me to pass on?" He Feiyang said: "Do you think I will give it to you?"

"Why not?" Xu Zimo asked back.

"What if I can make you succeed in becoming the Holy King?"

"Are you willing to return the ghost face flower to me?" He Feiyang said in surprise.

"For you to become the Holy King, you don't necessarily have to die," Xu Zimo smiled.

"Oh, I would like to hear the details," He Feiyang replied.

He thinks Xu Zimo is talking big, because his ability to reincarnate is a complicated matter.

If there is no such fetish help as fate and ghost, it would be impossible to achieve.

Even if it was himself, he had no hope in his heart.

"You reincarnated and rebuilt, what is missing is the baptism of the power of the law and a little bit of the power of creation," Xu Zimo said.

The power of creation allowed him to reshape his body, and the power of law helped him to step into the Holy King.

It can be said that both are indispensable.

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We are just looking for some gods with the power to create the world," He Feiyang said, shaking his head.

"How difficult is the power of creation," Xu Zimo slowly raised his right hand.

He Feiyang didn't care at all, but when he saw the power flowing in Xu Zimo's right hand, he suddenly widened his eyes.

Breathing hastened.

"Creation, the power of creation," he stammered.

Then he looked up and down Xu Zimo again, and asked, "Could it be that you are the incarnation of the thief God."

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