Overshadowing the Sky: Empress Proud of the World

Saint Zixiao died, Saint Jinpeng was stopped by the Killer Saint, and the third human saint was also forcibly pulled into the battle by this Killer Saint, and was forced to start a life-and-death battle.

At this moment, the only thing standing in front of everyone in the heaven was the sea of ​​thunder that Yang Zhen had used to overcome the tribulation.

"Just a little thunder, it seems not enough." Feng Yichen's teasing voice came from the sea of ​​thunder, sounding unconcerned, like a mockery of Yang Zhen, the Holy Son of Tianxuan.

Yang Zhen, the Holy Son of Tianxuan, laughed angrily and scolded coldly: "You have such a loud tone, and you are not afraid of Feng Da flashing your tongue. You can come and give it a try!"

In fact, he was very angry in his heart. This opponent was completely unreasonable and acted carelessly. He seemed to be more interested in the calamity than in him.

"Is this the only level? Why don't you work harder and stop whining?" Feng Yichen's voice was shapeless and kept encouraging.

When Yang Zhen heard this, sparks shot out from his eyes, but the other party had the secret of writing, and he would not be able to capture the other party's position for a while. At the same time, he had to resist the thunder disaster, and he couldn't help but feel furious.

How come this thunder can only hit me but not him? He was full of curses in his heart.

"Thunder!"

However, just as he was thinking this, a thunderbolt fell and struck directly in the void. Then there was a muffled groan, and Feng Yichen appeared from it.

Seeing this, Ye Nan's heart moved. Even the world's fastest speed scribe is still a method in the Tao. Thunder Tribulation is the tangible carrier of the Tao. No matter how fast it is, it cannot escape and will be struck.

"Alas" Feng Yichen let out a long sigh and said as if nothing happened, "If it's just this little thunder, it won't be enough."

This time, everyone's expressions changed slightly. He seemed to think that the calamity that Yang Zhen was going through was too small, or even not enough?

What does he want from Heavenly Tribulation? This is the question that appears in everyone's mind at this time.

"Hey, let me tell you, everyone who is conquering Heaven, are there any people who are about to survive the tribulation?" Feng Yichen's words, with his signature lazy tone, once again spread throughout the entire "Region of Heaven" small world, making people Everyone's expressions changed again.

Obviously, he has the secret of calligraphy and must be one of the core descendants of Heavenly Court. At this time, he is constantly trying to persuade everyone to escape the disaster. I guess he must not have any good intentions.

"Stay still and see what tricks he wants to play!"

"You can't even look down on the calamity of the fourth transformation of the Holy Son of Tianxuan into a dragon. With such a loud tone, he will definitely fall into the calamity of heaven!"

"Don't act rashly, or you may fall into their trap!"

Everyone restrained themselves and were very rational, not completely carried away by the bloody battle.

When Feng Yichen saw this, he curled his lips and looked a little disappointed. Then he looked at Yang Zhen, who was going through the tribulation, and cynically hooked his hand and said: "Young Master of Tianxuan Holy Land, what will happen next?" It’s hard work, but if you can’t hold on anymore, then there’s nothing I can do.”

At the same time, including Ye Nan, all the monks in the small world of "Heavenly Domain" heard Feng Yichen's message: "Get away from this place quickly. If there is a chance, escape from the teleportation array as soon as possible." .”

At this moment, everyone felt an unspeakable sense of oppression, whether it was from the Heavenly Court or the Holy Lands.

It's like the sorrow and sorrow of an era turned into huge waves and rolled down, suffocating, unable to struggle, only sinking.

After this battle, when countless monks in the "Realm of Heaven" recalled this scene, there would be a hint of panic and fear in their expressions, as if they had remembered something extremely terrible, and then they fell silent. I don’t want to mention it either.

In the sea of ​​"you" thunder, Yang Zhen's eyes widened, and in his starry pupils, Feng Yichen's eyes, which took off the white ribbon, were clearly reflected.

It was more than just a pair of eyes.

In just a moment, countless eyes looked at it together, including children, teenagers, young people, adults, and the elderly, without exception, all of them looked like a death-like gloom and haze. The world suddenly became noisy. It was not a single person or a group of people, but billions of creatures. They were all speaking. It was as if a hole had been torn open in the sky, and endless curses, wails, and roars poured out. Come down.

Not only Yang Zhen, but everyone in this battlefield seemed to be stared at by countless eyes in an instant, and their ears were filled with countless gossips. It was so noisy that their whole heads were about to burst. No days of peace.

"You can't kill me."

"Executioners, you executioners!"

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

"Killer God Dynasty."

"If there is an afterlife, I will fight you till death!"

"Please, no."

"what"

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The sky dimmed, as if it was dyed red by endless blood. The red was dazzling, the red was alluring, and the red was thrilling.

Every cloud is dripping with blood, and every wisp of air is filled with the smell of blood. The earth cracks, withered bones crawling out of it, yellow springs gush, and flowers of death bloom.

"That's..." At this moment, everyone was shocked to find that a shadow slowly appeared behind Feng Yichen.

"boom!"

Then, the shadow aura rioted, and its volume suddenly increased several times. Indistinct figures rushed out of it, as if they had been silent for eternity, scrambling for the first place, densely packed, and instantly filled the entire sky.

Everyone can feel the deep resentment and evil curse contained in those figures. Their existence itself is the most deadly poison in the world, which will melt at the touch and corrode the body and bones.

"Ah" a monk was penetrated by the figure. He only had time to let out a scream before he turned into a puddle of corpse water and spilled to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and various laws flew around, but they were unable to cause any substantial harm to those figures, so they had no choice but to flee.

At this moment, in Ye Nan's body, Dao Guo Nannan's side of the demon fetus seemed to feel some kind of breath from the same source. It moved strangely and slowly opened a pair of big demonic eyes.

At this moment, Ye Nan's heart suddenly surged, because as soon as Dao Guo Nannan's demonic aura came out, all the figures avoided her, and seemed to regard her as their own kind.

She immediately thought of the baby that Feng Yichen had told her before the battle.

Since its birth, it has been the only Netherworld body that has been responsible for the killings of the Killer God Dynasty for eternity.

Could it be that the baby he was talking about that day was himself? !

But the baby was obviously dead, how did he survive?

The resentful figures were clearly ancient souls who had been slumbering for eternity, but now they all woke up and unleashed their overwhelming anger and resentment!