2255: C2255 Death of the Ice Leviathan(last Part)

C2255 Death of the Ice Leviathan(last Part)

"Master, I might not die!"2

He couldn't tell whether these words were true or false. Perhaps it was a result of his hallucination, but he was already unable to confirm whether or not these were true words from the Ice Leviathan.

After calming himself down, the image of the Icy Leviathan's face and smiling face appeared in Chu Yang's mind. His memories were so clear, yet so deep.

The Ice Kun faced his enemies together, risked its life with him, answered his doubts, helped him solve his difficulties, and accompanied him in his happiness, worries, and worries.

He relied on the Ice Leviathan. Without it, it was impossible for him to be this calm. It was impossible for him to suppress the Eastern Continent so easily, accomplish all sorts of goals, and achieve such an achievement that was above his peers.

Everything was too much, and even Chu Yang couldn't count it all. The Ice Leviathan followed him as he traveled. It was an extremely important journey in his life —

The Ice Leviathan was the one that accompanied him through the God Realms, laughing arrogantly at the Six Courtyards, slaughtering the eighteen saints of the Central Region, sweeping away all of East Continent and entering the Central Region!

The Ice Leviathan watched him grow along the way. All the sadness, anger, and sadness along the way were like a brother or a father. Such feelings couldn't be replaced by anyone else, but such an elder brother, such a father had died just like that, right in front of him!

He died without a complete corpse!

Chu Yang looked at the blood on his hands and his mind turned red. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like a ferocious ghost.

"Ah!

He was filled with hatred as he howled towards the sky.

"Qian Zi, I will chop you into pieces!"

"All of you deserve to die, all of you deserve to die. I will throw you all into the eighteenth level of hell, never to reincarnate!"

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Qian Zi, the pink child, Yu Di and the others had arrived. When they saw Chu Yang, their eyes were all shocked, "This dog really didn't die!"

"Your dearest family has died. You're in deep grief and anger, aren't you?" Qian Zi didn't directly take action. With a smile like a flower, he said, "I'm extremely happy. Can you understand how I feel? Haha!"

"Ha ha!"

Chu Yang laughed loudly, "You dog, you want to enrage me and make me completely lose my mind, right? "Congratulations, you've done it! I won't skin you alive today, I promise I won't be a human!"

"Ha ha!" Qian Zi laughed even more happily. "Do you still have the ability to do that? You only relied on that Earth King expert. Without that, what are you worth?"

If he really had that much confidence, he wouldn't be so long-winded at this moment with the intention of angering Chu Yang. It was because he didn't have confidence that he was like this. In the end, it was still easier to deal with an enraged person.

Rumble rumble rumble!

In the skies above, the rolling thunder became denser and the tribulation clouds became denser, as if they were about to fall down.

"Lightning tribulation?" Qian Zi raised his head and looked at the tribulation cloud, and couldn't help but sneer, "Rage dog, do I not know where you're going?" Do you think that your thunder tribulation is useful? Open your dog eyes and look; do you think any of those present are under the Saint level?! "

"Tsk tsk!" Chu Yang was provoked and started laughing strangely. His eyes turned blood-red as he stared coldly at Qian Zi, "You dog, you will know soon enough, kneel down!"

With a roar, he immediately used the power of the path of literature.

Shortly after, a strange power was released from the void. Qian Zi and the others also felt a strange power acting on their bodies.

They ferociously bent their legs and were about to kneel down, but with a violent jerk, they suddenly stopped and stood up straight.

"The power of the path of literature, huh? It can actually be like this!"

As soon as he had made it through, Qian Zi cried out in shock and couldn't help but exclaim, "To think that the path of literature can have the same power as martial arts! You almost succeeded in suppressing others with just your words!" Unfortunately, you are still lacking a little in your temper, so I'm sorry, but you will still have to die! "

pqdm.com