God Level Demon - Chapter 2713

2702-Sorcerer

“Well, what’s the matter?!”

The soul of the god of war invaded into Xia Ping’s sea of consciousness in an instant. It planned to wipe out the soul of this tiny human at once, then occupy the opponent’s body and resurrect it again.

But after it entered Xia Ping’s sea of consciousness, it suddenly became stunned. It suddenly discovered that it seemed to have entered a cosmic void, which was almost endless, surrounded by nine worlds.

It has no way to find the true body of this tiny human being. To be honest, if it is a god, it is not strange to have such a huge sea of consciousness.

But this tiny human being is just a mortal. Why does it have such a terrifying sea of consciousness? Is this still a human? !

For a while, it was a little dazed, and it seemed to be different from what it had planned at the beginning.

“So, I didn’t expect that the god of war was not dead yet, leaving behind a ray of remnant soul. Do you want to take the opportunity to choose a suitable inheritor and rebirth? It’s a good calculation.”

With a swish, at this moment, Xia Ping’s soul appeared in front of the God of War.

I saw that the god of war seemed to be a tauren on the outside, with a tauren human body, wearing a black gold armor, holding a black giant axe in his hand, and exuding a terrifying coercion, extremely hideous.

Its body is extremely large, like a 10,000-meter mountain, lying in the void, and its breath is condensed into substance.

“Tiny mortal, when did you discover it?”

The god of war looked gloomy and stared at Xia Ping. It had no idea that this tiny human being had discovered his own plan and was still prepared. This was far beyond his expectations.

As a god, it should control everything, but now there is an accident.

“I found out at the beginning. You thought I couldn’t perceive the stinking soul breath that you hide in the god seat. I inherited the master of hell and the power of the underworld who controls the undead. You can’t hide it from me.”

Xia Ping said calmly, under the insight of his golden black eyes of hell, all matter was invisible, and he could clearly see the soul of the god of war hidden under the seat of the gods.

But he deliberately pretended that he hadn’t noticed, and let the soul of the god of war take the initiative to invade his own sea of consciousness.

After all, if the soul of the god of war is hidden in the god seat, he can’t kill it, but if it gets rid of the power of the god seat and actively comes to its own sea of consciousness, then it loses the power of the god seat. Protection, it was easy for him to kill this soul.

“Pluto? It’s nonsense, little mortal, who dare to claim to inherit the power of Pluto, it’s just a joke.” The god of war sneered, not believing Xia Ping’s words, his face was gloomy and murderous, “but Even if you know what to do, let me enter your sea of consciousness stupidly. This is to cause trouble to the upper body. As long as I kill your soul here, everything you do will be useless.”

It exudes a brutal murderous aura, which is frightening and shakes the void.

Even if it is not in its heyday, it only leaves a ray of spirits, but it is not comparable to ordinary saints, even the soul of a demigod life cannot compare to its current ray of spirits.

Even if this tiny mortal knew what his plans and existence were, under absolute power, under the power of gods, this tiny human would still have to die.

“If you are still in the heyday, I am afraid I will turn around and leave, it is impossible to fight, but you are just a ray of remnant soul left, and you dare to speak so boldly, why do you think I dare you to invade my sea of consciousness, then It’s because I can kill you easily, understand?”

Xia Ping’s expressionless expression, terrible majesty exuded from his body, the blood of the Hell Golden Crow surging up all over his body, it seemed to be filled with a huge hell origin aura, like a demon god born from the depths of a yellow spring.

If it is the true body of the god of war, he has nothing to do, but the opponent is only a ray of remnant soul left, and as the inheritor of the golden crow bloodline of hell, he is the lord of the higher planes of hell, dealing with souls. There are so many methods that he can easily capture even the soul of a god.

“How is it possible? This is the original breath of hell, and it is pure hell power, damn it, where did you little mortal master such power?”

The god of war was taken aback. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was obvious that the man in front of him was just a mortal, and he had not even reached the cultivation base of a demigod. He actually mastered the power of such a pure hell origin and entered the mysterious Mo In the hell of testing, this is really incredible.

But before it could think of any way to deal with it, its hairs were erected immediately, and at this time it clearly saw the tiny human being in front of it had taken out a dark golden pen.

Although it has never seen any magic weapon forged into a pen, it does not prevent it from feeling the horror of this dark golden pen. The sharp power contained in the nib can tear the void and tear the cause and effect, as if It is the sharpest magic weapon in the universe, capable of cutting everything.

“Wait, stop, this is just a misunderstanding, we can talk about it again, talk about it…”

The god of war immediately yelled, saying that what happened just now was a misunderstanding. In fact, they still have things to talk about with each other.

But how could Xia Ping obey the words of the god of war, the pen of reincarnation in his hand blasted towards the soul of the god of war, and lightly stroked towards the void.

Boom~~

In an instant, a dark golden light burst out from the tip of the Samsara pen, and this light was even more terrifying than any magical power Xia Ping had previously displayed.

This is the first time that Xia Ping’s cultivation has reached the late stage of the ancient realm.

And this dark golden light is simply terrifying, cutting the past, as if tearing space, tearing time, tearing the barriers of the world, tearing cause and effect, and turning all matter into nothingness.

In the entire void of the universe, it seemed that only this dark golden light remained at this moment, as if this dark golden light had torn the space of the universe and divided it into two halves.

“No no no!!!”

The god of war uttered a scream, panic to the extreme, it hasn’t reborn yet, it hasn’t displayed its power yet, there are many plans to follow up, it wants to return to the peak, it can’t just die like this.

Boom!

But this power is not transferred by its will at all. The power of the Samsara Pen instantly cuts into pieces, instantly cutting apart the god of war, and completely shattering it.

The poor god of war, who was so famous in the last cosmic age, was stabbed to death in a single stroke, completely fallen, and could never be resurrected.