Even the lowest-level gods have powers that exceed those of ordinary fifth-level superpowers.

But at this time, they were facing Chen Jinglan, the youngest person in the feudal realm. He was famous for his fierceness and domineering, and his attacks were like a violent storm.

Boom!

The sound was like a sky pillar urging it to collapse. The pillar fell from the sky and enveloped the aberrant body that rushed towards Xinyuan. After the loud noise, only gunpowder smoke remained without any movement.

"call!"

Take a deep breath, then take another deep breath, and the breath is long.

Xinyuan knew clearly that the length of this tone meant how uneasy the other party was.

Chen Jinglan stared intently at the Tianzhu that he had smashed down with his own hands, and at the killings that he had caused with his own hands.

The blood on his hands was absolutely inevitable, but just a few minutes ago, the guy he smashed to death was just a normal person.

It's just that I couldn't stop all this, why do I keep causing killings?

"Are you sure it's irreversible, right?" Chen Jinglan asked.

"At least it's impossible for me to do it. It's impossible to do it in this world."

"I said you should be alright, don't act like a little girl here."

"I said that if you choose power, you must be aware of it."

"I've also told you that this is a tendency inherent in their own hearts. If they choose temptation, they will have to bear the consequences."

Shinyuan continued to speak calmly, perhaps because he had seen too many things, or perhaps because he saw the secrets of time and space from the father of superpowers, his heart felt a certain kind of necessary coldness.

In fact, from this perspective, it is a bit strange that Chen Jinglan, a senior, actually needs Xinyuan to provide him with "psychological counseling."

Chen Jinglan didn't say much. Although it was difficult to accept it, he had a basic understanding of the overall situation.

Killing is the only way.

If I don't kill him, I don't know what will happen.

Killing intent slowly crept into his eyes. Chen Jinglan suppressed his heartache and compassion, and began to make himself hard-hearted.

In this regard, wouldn't it be nice to learn from the guy before?

Blood filled his eyes again, and he raised his arm again.

"punishment!"

"fall!"

I don’t know what kind of spell this is, but in short, as soon as I uttered these two words, the sky started to rain.

However, it is the raindrops of death.

Demon-conquering pestles that were three meters long and as thick as thighs fell from the sky accurately, with the domineering power of subduing demons and demons, and nailed the deformed personnel to the ground.

"Haha, it seems that no matter who it is, the ability to clear the place is almost the same."

Even under the current circumstances, Xinyuan still had some leisure to joke with Chen Jinglan.

Chen Jinglan:......

He didn't talk back. At this time, he was not in the mood.

He just looked at the deformed existences and the figures looking up to the sky and howling in pain.

He was not pedantic, nor was he brainless. In order to avoid possible problems, he killed not only those who had been deformed into the shape of gods, but also those who had just become deformed.

Those who still retain their human appearance, and their expressions are extremely enjoyable, as if they think they are about to enter heaven.

Of course, in a sense, they were right.

Chen Jinglan's face was livid, he said nothing, and his heart began to chatter slowly.

"No, everyone, don't force me!"

"Don't change! Damn it, didn't Xinyuan say that this change is also a part of your inner choice!"

"Wake up!"

On the other side, Xinyuan and the god above his head were engaged in a wrestling match that no one could understand.

At this time, they are the most lonely existences in the world. Only they understand how dangerous and crucial this struggle is.

Especially for Xinyuan!

If the gods lose, they will have many other back-ups, as well as successive waves of subsequent attacks.

But if Xinyuan loses, if he can't even resist the first wave of the gods, then he will be defeated thousands of miles away, and there will be no need for follow-up.

Because if he loses, then his previous national super action will really just be another wedding dress for the gods...

Another ten minutes that seemed as long as a century passed. Chen Jinglan had killed countless people and finally couldn't bear it any longer!

"More and more!"
Chapter completed!