Soul travels through the world of immortality

"Hurry up and save me!" Zhao Shuming made a difficult voice. With his current blood loss, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, he will soon be here.

"Damn it!" Qin Yu roared when he saw Zhao Shuming was injured, and blasted at the altar with all his strength, but it was still in vain. The altar was impregnable without any change.

"Li Mingyang, where are you?" Qin Yu also transmitted the message to Li Mingyang, who was now invisible. Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt as if his chest was hit by a giant object. The pain made him spurt out a mouthful of fishy sweetness, and blood instantly appeared on his chest. spread.

Li Mingyang also sent a message back at the same time: "Please bear with me for a while, I will..."

With that said, Li Mingyang took out the thunder sword and rushed from behind the altar again. But before he could get close, the Holy God suddenly appeared. A skinny hand stretched out from the golden halo, grabbed his sword and pulled it fiercely into the altar.

Li Mingyang was very fast, but he was still a step too slow. The sword fell out of his hand and was sucked into the altar. The prohibition for the Thunder Sword to enter the altar was always suspended above the altar. Presumably the Holy God wanted to anger him. It seemed that only in this way could he show up and control the overall situation and achieve his goal. But Li Mingyang remained unmoved and remained hidden. At this time, the Holy Spirit's voice rose, as if he wanted to work harder to lure Li Mingyang out.

"You two humble ants, and your cowardly friend, how dare you ignore my decree, let me give you a taste of my power." The Holy God's voice was cold and bone-chilling, full of anger and killing.

Zhao Shuming and Qin Yu were both seriously injured and could not help but tremble. They watched helplessly as the finger of the Holy God gently scratched their throats. The bright red blood dripped down their throats, but their eyes widened. Madoka looked forward in disbelief as if she had seen a ghost.

At this moment, Li Mingyang finally broke into the altar's confinement. He struggled to climb up the altar. At this time, the golden shadow of the Holy God was indifferent. Instead, he stretched out his skinny hands and pressed on the shoulders of the other two people again. Then the same rich blood spurted out from their shoulders. This scene made Li Mingyang's pupils shrink instantly. The guy who claimed to be the Holy God couldn't see him. Or was this altar simply a cover-up? Li Mingyang felt doubtful in his heart. Could it be that the other two people were really going to die here today? ?

Suddenly, a scream came, and Zhao Shuming's eyes suddenly opened wide, and a heart-rending roar came from his mouth. Black fingers as thick as a thumb slowly emerged from his wrist, and passed straight through his arm. After a few centimeters, it pressed against his skin again, tearing upwards to his upper arm, and one of his arms was completely useless. .

"Ah!!! Let me go, let me go..."

Those fingers were the Holy God's hands. They were like iron pliers, tightly gripping Zhao Shuming's shoulders. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move at all.

When Qin Yu saw this, he also shrank back, fearing that the thing would rush up and he would be the one to suffer.

Li Mingyang found that the altar was gradually distorting. In a daze, he saw the huge white teeth, and smelled the rich blood on the tip of his nose. Li Mingyang was breathless by the smell and felt that he was about to suffocate.

The black hair under the giant teeth suddenly turned white, and disappeared in just a moment. Li Mingyang felt that it was not an illusion, but seemed to be the true body of the Holy God. He approached the black position he had just seen and struck out with the Willow Leaf Sword. He stabbed there.

With a scream, the altar changed, and the original restrictions no longer existed. Li Mingyang saw an ape-like monster standing next to him. Under the fangs was the position of the neck, and the poisonous willow was inserted into it. Ye Jian.

"You, you actually... you actually discovered my true identity and hurt me."

"That's right. You claim to be the Holy God, but you haven't taken off your mortal body yet. How can I not take advantage of this weakness?"

"I, I'm not willing to give in! I actually let you, a fish that slipped through the net, plot against you..." the Holy Spirit roared in pain.

He was annoyed that he had been careless and allowed these useless humans to get hurt. His strength was completely useless at this moment, and he even felt extremely weak.

However, Li Mingyang jumped away from the black-haired monster and just watched quietly without saying a word.

Sure enough, the next second, the Holy Spirit wanted to struggle and use the spell again, but his whole body was limp. When he opened his eyes again, he found that his blood seemed to have frozen, and the man who stabbed him was holding his neck with his right hand. Lift him off the ground.

"You...you..." The Holy God's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. His face was filled with fear and despair. He felt that his life was passing by and his soul was already disintegrating.

His eyes finally shifted to Qin Yu and Zhao Shuming, and he closed his eyes bitterly and silently.

"Go to hell." After Li Mingyang said this, he suddenly let go of the hand holding the Holy God's body and threw him to the ground, where he was kicked several feet away by his big feet at the same time. The black body fell rapidly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and finally hit the cave wall.

The Holy God's body fell heavily on the cave wall, causing a cloud of dust to fly. The remaining magic power in his body collapsed like a tide under the violent impact. The echoing sound caused by the collision with the rock continued in the cave for a long time, which was horrifying. . Qin Yu and Zhao Shuming were in shock. The scene in front of them made them unbelievable. The once arrogant Holy God now fell in such a mess in front of them.

Li Mingyang walked slowly to the remains of the Holy God. The poison on the willow leaf sword continued to corrode the strange black-haired monster, causing a faint green mist to emit from its body. He looked down at the dying Holy God, with no sympathy on his stern face. He just said indifferently: "Do you think we can't see through your true identity by hiding behind the altar and manipulating the restrictions? You underestimated the human race's power. Wisdom and courage. Your so-called 'Holy God' name is just a false cloak of self-promotion. Today, this cloak is finally torn."

A trace of resentment and unwillingness flashed in the Holy God's eyes. He tried his best to open his mouth to speak, but could only make a weak hoarse voice: "How could you...crack...the altar..."

Li Mingyang raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said: "The power of the altar is not invincible, and everything in the world has its flaws. You merge yourself with the altar, thinking that no one can beat you, but you don't know that your so-called 'fusion' is exposing your true nature. The black hair and giant teeth revealed when the altar was twisted were clues to your true form. I used this to hit the parts of you that had not been completely transformed with the poisonous sting of the willow leaf sword, so that I could break your body. camouflage."

Zhao Shuming and Qin Yu were frightened when they heard this. They had never thought that Li Mingyang could understand all this in such a tense situation, and they couldn't help but admire his resourcefulness and courage. Zhao Shuming endured the pain and managed to say: "Brother Li, you...how did you see the connection between the abnormal movement of the altar and the true form of the Holy God?"

Li Mingyang looked slightly sideways and replied: "In the flash of lightning, I noticed the subtle linkage between the changes in the altar and the aura of the Holy God. Coupled with the Holy God's previous pull on my sword, I guessed that the altar may be an extension of his power, and also His method of hiding his true form. When the altar was twisted, I saw the black hair and the huge teeth, and my intuition told me that this was his weakness. So, I made a desperate bet on the judgment of that moment. "

Qin Yu looked at the Holy Spirit that was gradually losing its vitality with lingering fear, and said with emotion: "Brother Li's wisdom is really a role model for our generation. If not, I'm afraid we would have died here."

The vitality of the Holy Spirit gradually disappeared under the erosion of the poison, and his eyes gradually dimmed until they were completely extinguished. At that moment, the cave fell into a brief silence, only the breathing of the three of them echoed in the air. However, this tranquility did not last long. A strange wave came from the Holy God's body, breaking the moment of tranquility.