People are coiling dragons, but hell

Chapter 23 Wonderful Objects of Heaven and Earth, Wei Ya’s Heart ()

"Thank you, Wei Ya, you saved my life again."

The slightly noisy cliff returned to calm, leaving only Barrett muttering to himself.

Gently touching the pendant on his chest, Barrett glanced at the floating mountains hidden in the distance with strong hatred that penetrated hundreds of thousands of miles away.

"Larson, I want you to die!"

A few days later, the Efeng tribe was familiar with a corner, an open space next to Yongen's residence.

"Haha, Yongen, I have made quite a breakthrough in the rule of destruction in the past six months. Just be careful not to be knocked over by my blow." Carter, who was flying in the air, said with a hearty smile.

"It just so happens that I've improved a lot recently, so just take action, Carter."

Yongen's voice fell softly, and Carter formed a crescent of destruction that was tens of meters long in a few breaths.

The destructive power filled in this crescent moon was more than several times more powerful than the blow from more than half a year ago.

But even though it was like this, it was still not enough in front of Yongen.

The successive breakthroughs in recent times have brought Yongen's strength to the limit of a lower god.

It can be said that among the lower gods, looking at the whole hell, there are only a few that Yongen can take seriously.

The Crescent Moon of Destruction came instantly, but Yongen only punched slowly.

This punch was said to be slow, but Carter, who faced the punch directly, was stunned.

In his senses, this punch had just been struck, but in fact it had already hit the crescent moon of destruction.

Destruction Crescent Moon, who was extremely good at physical attacks, was on the verge of collapse from this punch at the moment of the confrontation.

"When did Yongen become so strong?" Carter was shocked. He thought that he could compete with Yongen half a year ago, but just six months later, his strongest attack was not as good as Yongen's casual attack. fist.

The gap was too big. Carter was unwilling to accept it, and all his divine power exploded to fill the crescent of destruction. Only then did the attack stabilize its form, and it had a faint tendency to overwhelm the fist.

"Boom~~~"

The punches and knives impacted each other, and the airflow in the air also erupted into bursts of sound.

Yongen, who was slightly at a disadvantage, felt the energy changes in it, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then he no longer held back. A touch of life power climbed onto the edge of the fist, and the passive soul-eating was quietly activated, swallowing up the huge crescent moon of destruction in just a few seconds. .

"Yongen, how did you become so strong?" Carter fell to the open space panting and asked a little lonely.

"Carter, I have experienced several battles in the past six months, and I almost died every time. It is precisely because of the huge pressure between life and death that I can continue to make breakthroughs. In the past, I just immersed myself in hard work and did not fight, so I would naturally admit it. If you don't know your own shortcomings, your strength will be so-so. Gods like us can only make up for our own weaknesses bit by bit by constantly fighting, and finally reach the peak." Yongen said earnestly.

"Continuous fighting?" Carter was stunned for a few seconds, and then dismissed the sudden idea.

What Carter wants more than improving his strength is to live.

Yongen saw his neighbor's behavior in his eyes, but he couldn't say anything. He just sighed weakly.

After all, there is great terror between life and death, and this great terror is an insurmountable punishment for most people.

"Larson! Get out!"

Suddenly, a huge roar in the distance came from the southernmost point of the tribe. This voice was extremely weak when it fell into Yongen's ears. Although it was weak, the hatred mixed in the voice was particularly obvious.

"Who dares to cause trouble for Mr. Larson?"

"Where did this young boy dare to provoke our Efeng tribe?"

The sudden sound that spread through the tribe caused the entire tribe to get involved in discussions. The originally relatively quiet Efeng tribe suddenly became noisy, with non-stop chatter and noise.

In fact, some good people even flew into the sky, flying towards the place where the sound was transmitted.

"Hey, isn't that Barrett? He's not dead?"

"Hey, who is this Barrett?"

"It is said that this Barrett offended Lord Larson a hundred years ago."

The discussion among the tribesmen became more and more noisy, and Yong En and the two people at the farthest side only listened briefly. They looked at each other and looked into the distance.

As Yongen's gaze penetrated thousands of meters, an extremely handsome figure appeared in front of him. This must be the Barrett that the tribesmen called him.

"Larson! Get out!"

Barrett shouted angrily above the sky, and as his voice resounded through the entire tribe, the dozen or so median gods guarding in front of Larson's mansion all turned into cold corpses.

"Hmph! Who I thought it was, turned out to be you, Barrett, thanks to my careful preparation!" A soft hum came from the mansion, and the next moment, Larson's figure was seen floating in the air, obviously , the death of the mansion guard bought him enough preparation time.

Larson glanced at the dead guards and suddenly became furious. He didn't care about the lives of these middle gods, he just felt that he had lost face.

Originally, he thought that those who dared to provoke openly in the tribe would have to be at least five-star demons or even six-star demons, so he did not dare to fight them immediately.

After all, those who dare to do this are the strongest among the strong, but who would have thought that things in the world are so bizarre, that a high-ranking god who can be promoted by refining his godhead would actually do such a bold thing.

After all, Barrett, a high-ranking god who refines his godhead, is very weak.

He was so frightened by such a person that he didn't dare to fight immediately. Even the guards were killed. Larson's face was really humiliated!

"Haha, Larson, you little turtle finally dares to come out!" Barrett laughed maniacally.

"How dare you, a guy who relies on women to survive, say that to me? Damn it!"

Larson was furious. The words "shrinking turtle" were a taboo in his heart and he was absolutely not allowed to be mentioned by others.

What's more, this guy couldn't even withstand a soul attack from himself a hundred years ago. If his woman Wei Ya hadn't stood in front of him regardless of her life, Barrett would have died long ago.

"Haha, I do rely on Wei Ya to survive, but I'm not like you. I'm so scared when I face Napu that I don't dare to move. You're nothing but a coward, haha!"

Larson smiled even more crazily, with a hint of memory in his expression.

It was a war tens of thousands of years ago, when their Efeng tribe clashed with the hostile mountain barbarian tribe.

The Barretts happened to be assigned to a team with Larson. Facing the powerful enemy Puro, half of the ten members of the team died in an instant. Larson was also frightened by Puro's powerful strength and was almost paralyzed. If it weren't for Wei Ya pulled him away in time, and this Larson had already been killed by Puro's sword.

(End of this chapter)