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Chapter 72 Entering the Palace
Can Ronan's most powerful concept power in the Kingdom of God-the kingship ban have an effect on the demon god?

The answer is obviously no.

The demon god didn't pay attention to him, and of course he might choose to slap him to death.

In terms of size alone, Ronan was no different from a fly in front of Him.

It's just that Ronan didn't worry too much, and still took the risk to reach the front of the Demon God.

As I said before, the demon god in front of me has not yet grasped the power of the kingdom of God, but is just a defective product that is forcibly supported by its huge size.

He does not have the personality of a god, and his own power is extremely unstable.

If other gods appear here, even if they are suppressed by this kingdom of God, their power will not exist.

Still able to rely on regular hedging to instantly destroy the Hundred-Armed Thousand-Eyed Demon God and turn it into the most primitive black mud.

Although Ronan is far from reaching the level of a god.

But hedging against the rules in God's country, he can indeed do it!
"War chess sandboard, the chessboard unfolds!"

Ronan opened his palms and looked in the direction of the Demon God seriously.

The war chess sandbox is just an illusory concept in reality, which can allow Ronan to better understand his own war chess, and provide them with aura and infuse magic power.

But in the cracks, the chessboard is also the Kingdom of God!

Starting from Ronan's position, the chessboard was continuously laid out forward.

Only this time, the chessboard was no longer a virtual projection, but actually appeared in front of him.

The broken walls and ruins on the ground of the Central Palace were shattered by the embodied chessboard, turning into spiritual brilliance and dissipating away.

The rules of the two kingdoms of God clashed, distorting the space here, and dark cracks appeared on the edge of the collision.

And soon, the expanded chessboard bumped into the demon god who turned his head.

The moment the two sides collided, the demon god uttered a violent roar that resounded throughout the world of the Kingdom of God.

Countless monsters responded accordingly, roaring one after another.

His arm penetrated into the black mud underground, and pulled out the scalpel, iron chain, scissors, branding iron and other instruments of torture that had been magnified countless times.

Hundreds of arms were waving different weapons, rushing towards Ronan's position.

Yet that was the only resistance He could do.

The collision between the chessboard and the Kingdom of God led to the confusion of the rules here, and the spirituality lost the blessing of concepts and turned into rootless water.

The demon god just took a step, and his body began to collapse like yellow mud that fell into the water.

Hundreds of arms lost their strength one after another and fell to the ground, turning into a large pool of black mud.

And his huge body that covered the sky and the sun also collapsed in the process of continuous contraction and expansion.

In the blink of an eye, the raging demon god disappeared into the kingdom of God, leaving only the endless black mud that represented the existence of the other party.

Ronan retracted his war chess sandbox, quietly watching the Kingdom of God fill the gap formed by the collision.

His body was lifted up by the purple radiance, and he crossed the sea of ​​black mud outside the palace.

Then he extended his palm to the purple curtain of light protecting the palace.

The light curtain didn't mean to stop him, allowing him to easily cross and enter the palace.

Not long after that, there was another rumbling sound behind Ronan.

The disintegrated black mud gathered again, and a new demon god was born from it, and began to repeatedly attack the light curtain.

The demon god is only the external manifestation of the formation of black mud.

Ronan can use the rules to hedge and easily destroy the rules that build the Demon God, but he can't destroy the black mud.

With the continuous emotional communication in reality, the black mud in the Kingdom of God can continuously give birth to new demon gods.

Not caring about the new Demon God behind him, Ronan opened the gate of the palace and walked inside.

Broken masonry and rubble lay everywhere along the way.

The round glass window of the dome, where the stained glass was shattered into countless glass shards, scattered on the ground.

The palace was not big, so Ronan quickly found what he was looking for.

On the dilapidated throne, the girl was closing her eyes, her hands were hugging her knees, and she was huddled tightly into a ball.

Ronan leaned over, but what puzzled him was that the girl didn't show any reaction to his arrival.

He looked at the girl in front of him, but her bright silver hair in his memory seemed dull at this moment, and her delicate little face was weakly pale and lacked blood.

The black off-the-shoulder dress failed to cover her delicate body well, so that a large area of ​​white was exposed.

In particular, her legs, which were as smooth and flawless as suet and white jade, were unreservedly presented to Ronan.

"Isa?"

Standing in front of the girl, Ronan softly called her name.

The girl didn't respond.

After a while, Ronan frowned.

Fell asleep?It shouldn't be.

In reality Isa is asleep, but in the spiritual world there is no such thing as being asleep.

Ronan stretched out his palm and gently cupped her face.

The touch is delicate, but there is a trace of coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow.

At this time, black mud began to ooze from the surface of the black dress on Isa's body, turning into thin black threads and wrapping around Ronan's arms.

Howling, lamenting, cursing, hatred, countless negative emotions, accompanied by a biting chill, conveyed to his spiritual body along the black line and the palm he touched.

Ronan's body felt stiff for a while, and his spirituality was constantly sending out warnings.

Purple light bloomed from the hand, cutting off the entangled black thread.

Ronan slowly withdrew his hand from Isa's small face.

"Has the black death spirituality in the Kingdom of God eroded to this extent?"

Ronan felt that something was wrong. It seemed that Isa's spirituality was completely wrapped by the black dead spirituality, and the dress she was wearing was the latter's incarnation.

Of course, this does not mean that he stripped Isha's clothes and it was over.

Similar to the demon god made of black mud, the black dress is also just an external expression.

The real trouble is the black death spirit that has penetrated into Yisha's body. If you don't remove that part, it's nothing more than changing a skirt.

It's fine now, so there's no need to change it.

After getting a general understanding of Isa's situation, Ronan stepped forward again and broke her arms holding her legs.

Then the arm passed under the knee of her legs, and the other hand was pressed against her back and held under the armpit.

Finally, he lifted the petite girl from the throne in the form of a princess hug, and stuck it in his arms.

After the whole process, Isa was like an unconscious puppet, letting him play with it.

But Black Death was different spiritually, and showed great anger at his provocation again.

Dense black threads protruded from Isa's dress and wrapped around Ronan who was clinging to her tightly, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Only this time, Ronan didn't fight back with the royal spirituality in the palace.

Instead, he waited for it to gushes out from Isha, allowing it to erode his spirituality.

Ronan's previous cold and hopeless feeling enveloped Ronan's heart again, but he soon began to adapt to this feeling.

As for the spiritual erosion of the black dead.

Failed to break through the immortal protection.

(End of this chapter)