Golden Summoner

Is this...is this...the real horror of King Ming's Divine Body and the giant tower of the Divine Prison?

At this moment, for Xia Pingan, time seemed to have stagnated. The dust transformed by the ninth-level avatar of the Black Feather God was still suspended in front of his eyes one by one, without drifting away. Ping An was shocked in his heart. Everything in front of him was like a dream, with an unreal and illusive feeling.

The person who was crushed by his head-on punch was not an ordinary monk, but a ninth-level avatar of the god! Even if this ninth-level god's clone is not the top super-level combat power among the ninth-level gods, even if it is not blessed by the natal artifact, it is still a ninth-level god. The combat power of this ninth-level god's clone is even Among the gods of the same level, it should be at least at the middle level. This is an unattainable dream for many people, and it is the pinnacle existence that many strong people look up to.

But at this moment, this dream, this pinnacle that people looked up to, this avatar in the cloak of a god, was shattered by his own punch, and he couldn't even hold on for a single punch.

At this moment, countless scenes flashed through Xia Ping'an's mind, the first time he fused with the Foundation-Building Boundary Pearl...the first time he killed someone in a mission...the difficult moments in the Boundary Pearl...the first time he bathed in the divine spring... ...Being chased by the dominant demon god...Fusing the body of a god...Advancing into a demigod...Fighting in the Arena of the God of War...Being ambushed by the god...and so on...

Those familiar faces also appeared in front of his eyes one by one.

When all these pictures and thoughts finally appeared in Xia Pingan's consciousness, stilled, reconciled, and accepted, they were completely shattered and dissipated by a thunderbolt in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then, an indescribable brand new A feeling of self-confidence and a sense of transcendent control and dominance appeared in the deepest part of Xia Pingan's consciousness and beliefs.

Invincible!

Is this what it feels like to be invincible? Xia Pingan looked at his fists, as if in Zen.

At this moment, I have entered an invincible state! This idea, this belief, is so firm in Xia Pingan's heart at this moment that it is difficult to shake.

A caterpillar will emerge from its cocoon and become a butterfly!

Ming Wang Wujian's divine body allowed him to complete the final break out of the cocoon, and also opened the final road to the realm of the gods in front of him. This is the ultimate achievement, all the blood, sweat, all efforts, all difficulties, all the efforts in the past All the sacrifices were rewarded at this moment. This secret method combined the divine body and the natal artifact into one. Once he achieved something, he would break out of his cocoon and transform into a dragon, becoming invincible!

Even if it is only the first level of power of Ming Wang Wujian's divine body, even if he can only use 10% of the power of the divine prison tower, it is enough for him to completely crush the ninth-level god. And now he can use the triple power of Mingwang Wujian Divine Body and Divine Prison Tower!

Xia Pingan had never known what the Divine Prison Giant Tower was before, but at this moment, he had clearly felt that the Divine Prison Giant Tower was definitely a top-level Dao artifact, because only this top-level Dao artifact could possess such a The power is unimaginable, and the Mingwang Wujian divine body that matches the giant tower is definitely the top secret method in the universe and can create the most powerful divine body!

"Boom..." The loud noise that suddenly reached his ears suddenly broke the wonderful artistic conception and experience Xia Pingan was immersed in. Everything in front of him seemed to have returned to the normal flow of time again. Countless ashes of the Black Feather God's clones did not stay in the sky for even a thousandth of a second before they were completely dissipated in the sky by the shock wave in the aftermath of that punch.

The violent roar that just reached my ears came from the huge roar in the distance when Mi Luo was fighting against the eighth-level Winged Demon Lord with a pair of huge metal wings.

After Bi Luo, who is on the list of gods, advanced to the eighth-level god, he can already fight against the ninth-level god. However, the strength of the eighth-level god of the Winged Demon is not inferior to that of Mi Luo at the same level. The two of them just used their lives. Under the bombardment of the artifacts, the thousands of red lights emitted by the metal wings of the Winged Demon's eighth-level god cut directly down from the sky. After colliding with the invisible space ripples emitted by Miluo's strings, the two cut in together. Under the mountains and the ground, the mountains on the ground covering hundreds of square kilometers were shattered in an instant, and the underground was turbulent. Magma spewed out, completely changing the surface of the underground...

After this blow, Miluo and the eighth-level god of the Winged Demon briefly stayed in the air for a moment, and then flew away.

"Be careful..." Mi Luo reminded Xia Pingan eagerly.

"Do you want to use this low-level illusion to deceive me..." The eighth-level deity of the Winged Demon turned his head and glanced in the direction of Xia Ping'an, then yelled with a disdainful sneer on his face.

As a powerful god at this level, even in the battle with his opponent, their spiritual thoughts and perceptions are all over the void. He can see in all directions and listen in all directions. Xia Pingan has just smashed the ninth-level god of black feathers with one punch. The scene of respecting the clone was naturally seen by the two of them.

Mi Luo's first reaction was that it was some kind of weird secret method used by the ninth-level avatar of the Black Feather God to cover up people's eyes and minds. It was impossible for Xia Pingan to kill the ninth-level avatar of the Black Feather God with one punch. Maybe next time In seconds, the ninth-level avatar of the Black Feather God would pop out from somewhere and give Xia Pingan a fatal blow, so Mi Luo quickly reminded Xia Pingan.

When the eighth-level deity of the Winged Demon saw this scene, he felt that this was some kind of blind trick or illusion cast by Xia Pingan, with the purpose of shaking his will to fight, so he couldn't help but roared.

Further away, Xiqing and another eighth-level god of the Winged Demon naturally saw this scene. The two were also fighting, turning the ground into a sea of ​​boiling and rolling magma. What they were thinking in their minds was actually... It's similar to Mi Luo and the eighth-level god of the Winged Demon. No one thought that the ninth-level clone of the God of Black Feathers would be killed like this. There would definitely be changes. The two continued to fight, and the huge bronze skull with flames slammed into the ground. Escape from Xiqing's siege...

Xia Pingan didn't say anything, but there was a flash of golden light under his feet, and a golden lotus bloomed. Then the next second, he appeared in front of the Wing Demon God who was fighting Mi Luo.

"Kill..." The Winged Demon Lord was also experienced in the battlefield. Facing the enemy who suddenly entered his battle circle, he did not hesitate or be polite at all. The pair of metal wings on his back shook, and a sinister smile flashed on his face. Thousands of red lights directly surrounded Xia Pingan and blasted towards Xia Pingan from all directions, just like thousands of sharp blades inserted into the center of Xia Pingan's space.

As soon as Xia Pingan reached out and grabbed it, the countless red lights that hit him stopped three feet away in front of him. Xia Pingan's hand caught several red lights. Those red lights were at this moment. The prototypes were completely revealed on Xia Pingan's hands and around him. They were metal feathers, sharp and sharp, with a strong aura of artifacts. The metal feathers on Xia Pingan's palms were like wild pythons. It struggled fiercely and trembled, causing the entire space to tremble and make a loud rumbling sound. While other metal feathers wanted to break through and cut towards Xia Pingan, they were blocked by an invisible barrier around Xia Pingan. .

"Is this a divine artifact refined with the blood divine bones, abyss magic gold, and starry sky vine juice? It's true, but the refining method is a bit rough, and this divine artifact is not perfect. But for you winged demons, this artifact is not perfect. It can get the maximum speed bonus, and it also has space attributes. The concept is okay..." Xia Ping'an looked at the struggling feathers in his hands with a calm expression, and said softly, and then he squeezed his hands hard. The few metal feathers that were living there were crushed by him in an instant, turning into fine black sand and falling from the gaps in his hands. "I'm sorry, I crushed your divine weapon..."

Xia Pingan smiled at the eighth-level god of the Winged Demon.

"Impossible, your divine body can't be so strong..." The eighth-level god of the Winged Demon's eyes were straightened. He could hardly believe what he saw. A human god of the same level could actually take it with his bare hands. His natal artifact attacked, and he was able to crush his natal artifact with his bare hands. Even if his natal artifact was not fully developed, it could not be easily destroyed with bare hands. Such a scene also made his brain go crazy in an instant. It's almost like a crash.

Mi Luo, who was about to rush over, was shocked when she saw this scene. She had just been fighting with the eighth-level god of the Winged Demon. Mi Luo knew best how powerful this person's divine weapon was. She knew it best. He didn't expect Xia Ping'an to be able to withstand the attack of that person's divine weapon with his bare hands and even damage part of it.

"Nothing is impossible. This punch is yours..." Xia Pingan said, taking a step forward and continuing to punch.

The eighth-level god of the Winged Demon instinctively felt the huge danger at this moment. He originally wanted to take it hard, but as soon as his mind changed, he gave up the idea and instead made a defensive posture. The metal on his back The wings suddenly curled up and turned into thick shields, like a round ball, and like two arms, completely surrounding the eighth-level god of the Winged Demon inside the metal wings.

"Boom..." Xia Pingan's punch hit the shield made of a pair of metal wings, and then in everyone's eyes, the pair of metal wings and the eighth-level Winged Demon Lord protected under the wings were in the air. It was exploded by a punch, and the shattered divine weapon let out a crisp cry, like the cry of a bird, and turned into a blood-red light pillar rising into the sky. Blood-colored light feathers fell from the sky, leaving its last trace in this world. The traces of the eighth-level Winged Demon Lord only had time to let out a scream before turning into dust. The dust dissipated instantly in the shock wave spread by the fist, and in the end no scum was left behind...