Chapter 1839 The Wrath of the True God (2)

Ye Qingyi directly pointed to the huge body of the cursed god.

Standing on the edge of the cursed god, Ye Qingyan felt a suffocating repression as if it had come from all directions, her ears, once again ringing the familiar song...

Ye Qing’s heart was shocked, and the subconsciously raised his eyes and swept away, but he did not see the phantom of the cursed god.

The voice is like the sound that sounds from her heart.

Suddenly, the back of the cursed **** made a shattered sound, and Ye Qingyi looked up at the moment, and the cursed god's back actually launched a pair of gray wings.

what happened?

Ye Qingxuan’s heart raised an ominous premonition. In an instant, she inspires all the power, and her hands ignite the black flames to make a huge sword of flames, directly smashing toward the cursing god’s skeleton.

Don't care so much!

There is only one chance!

At the same time as Ye Qing’s sword fell, the cursed **** suddenly opened his mouth and screamed at the soul and screamed from her mouth.

At the moment of the sound, Ye Qingyi only felt that his internal organs were like being shattered by the scream.

Eyes, ears, nose and mouth, instantly bursting out of blood!

The songs in my heart gradually become distorted and crazy, full of hatred and disgust.

The uneasiness in Ye Qing’s heart rose to the extreme at this moment.

Although the black armor was led by the little white tiger, the resentment of the cursed **** was still preserved in her cheekbones...

That is the anger from God!

Ye Qing spurted a spurt of blood in his mouth. The living dead people under his feet were irritated, and they gave a heartfelt mourning. Their bodies became distorted and crawled together, as if they were going to Climb out the ground.

"Despicable Terran!" The voice of the cursed **** sounded loudly.

"You betrayed God, the traitor... You are like him, the betrayers... the traitor, only one dead end." The voice of the cursed **** is filled with the abomination of the heavens.

Ye Qingyi did not expect that the resentment of the cursed **** would actually appear at this moment. She wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The red eyes of the cursed **** have been eyeing Ye Qingying, and Ye Qingxuan only feels that there is a huge force in the surrounding area, directly grabbing her from the ground.

Her whole person was lifted into the air by the force, and the body was like being pinched by an invisible big palm. Every inch of bones on the body hurts and makes the scalp numb.

The little white tiger that led the black armor suddenly heard the amazing howl at halfway.

The black armor that had been closely following behind it, as soon as he heard the screaming moment, felt like he felt something, suddenly stopped chasing and flew toward the position of the cursed god.

Xiaobaihu’s heart screamed in a bad mood, rushing back all the way, ready to inform Ye Qingyi.

However, it never imagined that after it came back, it would see the cursed **** of resentment, and Ye Qing was in the air.

For a moment, the heart of Xiaobaihu mentioned the eyes of the blind.

Ye Qingying's body pain is difficult to suppress. She wanted to escape from the distorted space, but she just tried to activate the power of Shenhai, and the pressure surrounding her suddenly suddenly increased.

In an instant, the painful Ye Qingyan sweats coldly, and a blood arrow is sprayed in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)