Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Someone looked mad and roared to the sky.

When many ascetics heard the words, they all nodded in agreement.

They didn't expect that the Western God's Court was so filthy and gloomy.

"Ye Fan, you haven't become a great Luo Jinxian yet, and you will never know the horror of this level."

Holding a sickle in his hand, the Grim Reaper flew to the sky full of lifeless energy.

There was a blood hole in his chest, which had been trampled by Ye Fan. At this time, flesh and blood grew and healed quickly.

After revealing his true form, the Reaper's recovery power became even more tyrannical.

The same is true for Thor, whose scars are visible to the naked eye.

There were thunderbolts falling from the void, and he bathed in it, and his aura became even more tyrannical.

"Not bad, the power of a god king should be like this."

Ye Fanxu squinted his eyes, his face was filled with unconcealable fiery color, and he said with a smile.

"Oh!"

Reaper and Thor shot directly, and neither of them talked nonsense with Ye Fan.

The god of death waved the sickle, driving the surging death energy, and the death energy in the whole day boiled and condensed on the sickle of the god of death.

It caused the death scythe to soar, and the blood was surging, turning into ten thousand feet, splitting the sky and the earth, and piercing the void.

In the dark clouds in the sky, the condensation seems to be condensed into liquid droplets, the wind is strong, and ghosts are crying and howling.

The power of this blow is comparable to that of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The Grim Reaper was originally not a common human race, but was born in the darkness, far superior to ordinary gods and immortals.

But Ye Fan dismissed it, and said calmly: "The west is just a group of false gods, and the gods are even more filthy, and they have the nerve to rule the order. It is a big joke in the world. Today, I will let you rely on the so-called gods of faith." God understands that your realm is not worth mentioning in my eyes."

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he took a step forward and clapped his palm in the air.

Chapter 2061 You know nothing about power!

"Boom!"

The palm of the hand blooms bright and colorful divine light, and the phoenix, dragon, golden crow, gossip, Tai Chi, etc. are condensed.

Just like the sky hangs upside down, the sun and the moon turn.

A palm like white jade and glaze condensed in the void, this is the palm of Ye Fan's immortal essence and blood.

The palms are billions of feet long, covering the sky and the sun, and the whole body appears crystal clear. The divine lines replace the palm lines, like forging from immortal divine material.

When the colorful palms are clapped, dragons fly and phoenixes dance, golden crows flutter their wings, thunder tigers roar, and swords scream to shake the sky.

With a single palm strike, the rays of light erupting from the Death Sickle and Thunder Hammer were crushed and exploded.

Immediately afterwards, the colorful god palms slapped the god of death and the god of thunder, and the two god kings suddenly changed their colors.

They turned around abruptly, wanting to retreat, but it was too late, and they did not avoid the bombardment of God's Palm.

Click!

Pfft!

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and the sky was filled with blood. The shoulders of the two god kings were smashed, a lot of blood bloomed, and broken bones flew.

The two god kings immediately flushed, their qi and blood surged up, rumbled sweetly, and couldn't help spurting blood.

"Damn you!"

"You are bold!"

Both Thor and Death's eyes were scarlet like blood, and extremely brutal murderous intent and anger swept out of them.

Both Thunder God and Death God have survived for tens of thousands of years. Except when they conquered the heavens, they have never suffered such injuries.

Thunder God stepped on the void with both feet, wrapped in billions of meters of thunder, and attacked Ye Fan at several times the speed of light.

He leaped high, and the hammer of thunder smashed down head-on, bringing a thunderstorm pouring down on Ye Fan's body.

The god of death swept across the scythe of the god of death, bringing up phantoms, splitting space and piercing time.

"Bang bang!"

The two god kings both shot at ten times the speed of light, surpassing everything in the world.

None of the spectators could catch their movements.

One second he was still tens of miles away, and the next second he was in front of Ye Fan, as if ignoring time and space.

"Die~!"

The god of death raised the death sickle, and the black mist wrapped around the sickle like a poisonous snake, and each black mist represented the most vicious curse.

"Curse of the skeleton, curse of the soul, curse of death."

In the blink of an eye, the god of death released hundreds of terrifying curses, far surpassing the death dagger.

Had these curses succeeded, God would have perished.