Chapter 1583 The Most Miserable Person (1/97)

In a green ocean, the Tomb God is as small as a grain of sand. It is difficult to imagine that this is a scene that happened in the Tomb God's own supreme world.

He thought he could be invincible in the supreme world, but he didn't expect that he would be attacked by two children.

Such a shame and humiliation.

The Grave God has never experienced it before.

He was struggling in the sea of ​​green, looking in agony.

Leng Ming manipulated the billions of meters of sword energy to slowly cut across the front, dividing the ocean, and at the same time approaching like his body.

The Grave God's eyes showed a look of horror, because he suddenly found that he could not move, and the green sword energy around him seemed to have grown countless hands to hold his body firmly.

"Guillotine..." The Grave God suddenly thought of something, and his pupils instantly dilated.

Hearing this, Leng Ming couldn't help but ponder in his heart.

After all, he is an eternal living fossil, and his experience is indeed much broader than that of many people.

This move is called "Green Grass Guillotine", the full name is: "Green Grass Guillotine".

It was a spell tailor-made by his master, Bai Sheath, based on his own characteristics.

It is said that the master's wife found inspiration from a certain game, and the original name was "Noxus Guillotine".

All spirit swords have signature sword skills derived from their own characteristics.

For example, his master Jingke's signature sword skill is the "World-Destroying Sword".

The green grass guillotine in front of him is the signature created by Bai Sheath for Leng Ming.

Leng Ming never thought that he would use it in actual combat not long after he learned it.

At this time, the vast green sea formed by the sword energy has firmly enveloped this supreme world, and at the same time, it has also restricted the actions of the Tomb God.

The Green Grass Guillotine has been generated.

Neither the body nor the soul can escape actively.

This is a doomed situation.

boom!

Along with the countless undead legions around them who were being purified at the same time and entering the reincarnation, the green sword energy that was slowly approaching in the ocean was pressed down at the same time, slashing towards the frozen body of the Grave God.

Just a moment.

The body of the Grave God was split into two by a green light, and extremely turbulent chaos energy surged out of his body.

The energy in his body is amazing.

Leng Ming felt like he had hit a big furnace that was about to explode.

Soon, a big explosion occurred in the tomb god who was cut, and a huge mushroom cloud rose with the tomb god as the center.

The air waves of the explosion stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, seeming to spread far away.

"Is everything over?" Leng Ming looked at the scene in front of him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He could indeed feel that the aura of the Tomb God had disappeared.

A generation of cosmic-level figures, an eternal living fossil-level existence, disappeared along with the collapse of the supreme world. It really makes people feel unreal.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After the aura of the Tomb God disappeared, many parties sensed this at the same time.

In the Infinite Galaxy, Monk Jindeng is receiving treatment from Lord Crispy Noodles.

He was seriously injured, and Wang Ling was a little worried, so he sent Crispy Noodles over to take a look.

When the monk arrived at the scene, he was covered in blood and had no energy left to use the Buddha's fire.

Fortunately, Mr. Crispy Noodles arrived in time.

"Thank you, Taoist Master." Jin Deng sighed inwardly.

In front of the Tomb God in its heyday, the monk found that he had no power to fight back, and he still lacked too much.

After that, you have to practice hard.

"It doesn't matter."

Crispy Noodle Taoist smiled softly, and a spiritual light came from his palm, covering the monk's body.

In fact, he just transfers the spiritual energy in his body to the monk, and acts as a kind of power bank like Wang Nuan.

After receiving enough psychic energy, the monk himself has the ability to recover from injuries.

"His breath is really gone." At this moment, the monk raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

That is the location of the grave god’s supreme world.

As an old enemy for a long time, the death of the Grave God made the monk recall many things for a while.

It's not that I feel sorry for him, I just feel a little weird.

He always felt that this old guy didn't seem to be killed so easily.

In the astrolabe, Xie and Peng Xiren, who were tightly connected by the monk and could not escape, also felt the fact that the aura of the tomb god had disappeared.

"He's dead..." Peng Xiren's eyes were filled with tears: "Fuck! Why did he die!"

"Why are you crying? Isn't it a shame?" Xie glanced at Peng Xiren distractedly.

Peng Xiren was so angry that he stamped his feet: "That's my body... He didn't return it to me after using it, and he actually exploded with it!"

"..."

Xie was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to comfort Peng Xiren.

But listen to it like this.

It seems that the worst person in the whole thing is indeed Peng Xiren.

His body was taken away by the Tomb God, and he was directly robbed of the right to inherit the celestial tomb of Wang Daozu.

Now the inheritance rights of the celestial tomb are gone, and so is the physical body.

The most important thing is that the Grave God did not leave a will or anything before his death.

There are so many treasures in the tomb today, but they are now ownerless.

Peng Xiren couldn't get it and could only watch helplessly.

He planned all these things just to do something big, but he didn't expect that he got nothing in the end and it was all in vain.

"Reshaping the physical body in the ancestral realm is not difficult at all. It just takes a little time." Xie said.

Perhaps the only good news is that Peng Xiren has actually entered the ancestral realm now. The work of reshaping the body in the ancestral realm can actually be left to the bronze cat in the "Land Abandoned by Gods".

It just takes a long time.

He knew that Peng Xiren was impatient.

I'm afraid I can't wait any longer.

"It will take thousands of years to wait..." Peng Xiren was in pain inside, and the feeling of being plotted by the tomb god was very strong.

If he had known this, he should not have listened to the evil god's lies.

But it seems too late to say anything now.

Just when he was about to completely fall into autism.

I heard Xie say again: "If you really reflect on it, you might still have a chance."

Peng Xiren: "What do you mean?"

Xie: "Based on what I know about the evil god, it's too strange that he died like this before he even played out his trump card."

These words couldn't help but make Peng Xiren feel surprised.

Because what Xie said is indeed true.

"But... what is his trump card? The monk told me before he left. I don't know if my idea is right." Peng Xiren frowned deeply.

"Unfortunately, your answer should be correct."

Xie said: "But now he can't completely take out that trump card. He just used some methods to get one ten thousandth of its power. Back then, Lord Daozu divided and sealed his soul, and sealed the other half of the more dangerous soul separately in In the sky tomb, the purpose is to block that power."

"But what exactly does that thing do?"

"The specifics are not clear yet. Neither the monk nor I have seen him. But since Daozu has judged it to be a threat, it must be terrifyingly strong."

…

At this time, in the supreme world that was about to collapse, Leng Ming was floating in the void with Wang Nuan on his back.

With the death of the Tomb God, this supreme world also fell apart at the same time.

He stayed here for a while, using his sword energy to control the supreme world into a stable state of disintegration, to prevent the vertical and horizontal sword energy from directly detonating the supreme world after he left.

In that case, many innocent creatures may be affected.

But soon, Leng Ming felt that something was not quite right.

The supreme world was collapsing.

A stagnation actually occurred...

A dangerous breath came to my face.

Wang Nuan felt that the originally calm atmosphere had become tense again.

She wrapped her arms around Leng Ming's neck and firmly grasped his clothes.

Leng Ming frowned deeply.

At this moment he stared ahead.

Finally found it, right at the place where the Tomb God disappeared.

There was actually a piece of purple flesh the size of a fingernail, which was squirming and gradually expanding...