Resurrection: Sacrifice: Hundreds of Millions of Critical Strikes

"Old Styx, you step back first, don't talk to them. On the opposite side, let me ask again, who is the leader? Come out quickly, I don't have the patience to talk nonsense with you."

The ghost messenger looked at the old man Ming He and the Chu Feng group of people arguing, and was a little unhappy, and said in a stern tone.

"Which one of us leads the report with you, this black briquettes? Let me clean up you first."

Zhang Heng hates people who speak arrogantly, so just after the Netherworld messenger finished speaking, Zhang Heng jumped out and summoned his starry beast.

Several 0.7 gigantic star beasts stood in a row in this cosmic space, and then under Zhang Heng's call, they quickly gathered together and became that little star behemoth.

"Ow."

After the little star beast came out, it roared loudly.

"Little one, go and color that black charcoal head."

Zhang Heng waved his hand at the starry sky beast, and the starry sky beast turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the ghost messenger. .

Chapter five hundred and seventy-six Netherworld Black Robe

Looking at the starry sky beast that turned into a lightning bolt towards him, the Netherworld messenger remained calm, but the corner of his mouth showed a slightly disdainful expression.

"Little starry beast, dare to take it out to show its ugliness."

After speaking, the Netherworld messenger waved his black sleeve robe directly.

What Zhang Heng did not expect happened. When the Netherworld messenger waved his sleeves, a thick black mist blew toward his little starry beast.

The thick black fog had an indescribable feeling, faintly revealing some dangerous signals.

"Ow."

Just when the thick fog drowned the little starry beast, Zhang Heng heard the miserable cry of his own starry beast.

"Ah, my starry beast."

Hearing the screams, Zhang Heng hurriedly wanted to rush to the little star beast to see the situation.

"Brother Zhang Heng, don't go, it's dangerous."

The Void Demon God who discovered the abnormality quickly grabbed Zhang Heng and pulled him back to the crowd.

Then, the Void Demon God turned his head and said to Chu Feng and the others:

"Chu Feng, this Netherworld messenger obviously reveals a bit of evil spirit, let me go to the meeting."

"Well, it's okay, this Netherworld messenger does have an evil spirit on his body. You are an ancient god, and ordinary evil spirits can't hurt you. You can go."

Chu Feng nodded and agreed with the Void Demon God.

Chu Feng knew that as an ancient god of the universe, he was a candidate entrusted by the emperor of the universe. The ancient god represented the power of the universe's righteous path in the entire universe, and it was difficult for ordinary evil forces to affect the ancient god.

Zhang Heng is different. He is not an ancient god. Without the blessing that represents the righteous path of the universe, he may be poisoned by this black dense fog.

"Okay, then I'll go."

With the permission of Chu Feng, the Void Demon God jumped to the front of the Nether Envoy.

"Yo, the ancient god! Well, the ancient god who guards the treasure of the universe, um, yes, yes, are you the leader?"

The Nether Envoy still spoke contemptuously with an aloof tone.

"You are such a stupid guy, you can't even see who is in the lead. Are you still using our Lord Chu Feng? I'll do it. Look at the sword."

The Void Demon God directly stretched out his hands and summoned his own Void Demon Sword, the ancient divine sword formed by the condensed multicolored rays of light, and slashed towards the Nether Envoy with one sword.

"Hmph, the little tricks of carving insects, also come to shame, the black robe of the nether."

Seeing the Void Demon Sword offered by the Void Demon God, the Netherworld messenger did not panic, but directly and calmly stretched out his hand, tore off his black robe, and threw it in the direction of the Void Demon Sword.

The originally small black robe immediately flew into the space, and suddenly turned into a cloak the size of the Void Demon Sword.

The black energy light lingered on the top of the cloak, revealing a gloomy atmosphere from time to time.

Just when the Void Demon Sword was about to hit the black cloak, the black cloak suddenly turned into a long black cloth under the impetus of the black energy light, and quickly wrapped the Void Demon Sword.

"Ah? How could this be."

Looking at the Void Demon Sword wrapped in black long cloth, the Void Demon God had a sense of ominous feeling in his heart. .

Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh black long sword

He hurriedly used his cosmic power to extend above his Void Demon Sword, trying to shake off the long black cloth.

However, he soon discovered that his power had failed this time.

Not only was the black long cloth not thrown away, but it became tighter and tighter. Soon, the multicolored light on the blade of the Void Demon Sword appeared a little strange, and the original multicolored light quickly disappeared under the entanglement of the black long cloth. It dimmed, and gradually got out of the control of the Void Demon God.

"No, the Demon God's Sword is under control. Crocodile God's Scale Armored Sword."

When the phantom crocodile god saw this scene, he immediately acted, and quickly summoned his ultimate weapon.

The scales of the phantom crocodile stood upside down, flew quickly into the cosmos, and quickly condensed together to form a long black sword, and then the phantom crocodile waved his crocodile scale armor sword. He slashed at the ghost messenger.

"Yo, there is another ancient god, it's a bit interesting." ""

Seeing the phantom Crocodile God standing next to him and waving out the Crocodile God Scale Armor Sword, the Netherworld messenger seemed to have a consonance, and he stretched out his hand again and pointed at the black cloth wrapped around the Void Demon Sword.

What the phantom crocodile god did not expect happened, I saw this ghost messenger pointed to the black cloth, and then a black robe appeared out of thin air in his hand, and then the ghost messenger turned the black robe that suddenly appeared in his hand towards the cosmic space. In a throw.