3994: C3994 Nether Spring End Day

C3994 Nether Spring End Day

At this crucial moment, Long Yan had already inserted the Divine Sealing Slash and the Spiritual Yang Illusion into the Master of Nether Springs. At the same time, the same thing happened to Long Ling's Nine Immortals Divine Sword. The girl from the Void Spirit Clan rushed out of the Illusory Dragon Country and started to crazily devour the Master of Nether Springs' life essence.

At the same time Jin Xuanmeng's Divine Darkness Sword stabbed into his back, the Patriarch of Nether Springs issued the most painful howl in the world. The unbearable pain made Long Yan and the others feel miserable.

The Lord Prefect struggled with all his might. He was thoroughly enraged. However, the more he struggled, the more pain Long Yan and the others would inflict on him.

The next moment, Long Yan used Instantaneous Movement Technique to suck away the time on his body. Once again, the Netherworld Lake was frozen in place as Long Yan and the others slaughtered him crazily.

The threat of death quickly surrounded him, and the most important part was still the girl from the Dragon Spirit Clan. When the essence of his life force was extracted, You Quan felt as if his whole body had been sucked dry. Of course, all of his essence was dirty, and the hollow spirit girl had only managed to extract it out.

"No, don't do this to me, don't do this!" The screams of the spring filled the entire starry sky, causing countless spatial explosions.

No matter how he struggled, Long Yan would not let him go this time. He would only brutally kill him.

The demonic tattoos on his face made him look extremely hideous. If it wasn't for Long Yan, perhaps they would have already been blown away by the demon essence.

Fortunately, when they teleported, they were able to temporarily stabilize the demons. They were like sail swaying in the wind, swaying left and right.

"Everyone, hold on. I'm going to destroy all of his life origin souls!" Long Yan pulled the spiritual sun magic tool out of his head, and then he stabbed it again in extreme anger. That kind of heart-wrenching pain made Quiet Springs feel incomparable pain again, and he already felt that death was approaching him.

"Long Yan, let me go! I beg you, let me go! I'm in the wrong! I'm leaving this place! I beg you, don't kill me!"

In the face of death, regardless of whether one was a human or a devil, there was always a side to one's fear, whether it was dignity, status, identity, or a devil king.

"Let you go, stop dreaming. Are you being naive, or am I being naive?" With that, Long Yan pulled out his spiritual sun magic tool and quickly stabbed it into his head.

Even if he had more than ten thousand primordial spirits, so what if Long Yan killed him ten thousand times?

"No …" Don't do this to me, I'm actually a pitiful person, I beg you! "

This time, even Little Black and Little Lion, who had just recovered from some injuries, came out to suppress the devil.

Everyone worked together. Long Yan let out a cold snort and raised the sword in his hand. Just like that, puchi, puchi, and he quickly repeated the same action.

Long Yan had really gone mad. It could be said that the hatred he had towards the Lord Prefect was accumulated to the extreme, so he definitely wouldn't let him go.

"You're very pitiful, aren't you? But the people you killed, aren't they pitiful? My loved ones, my siblings, the lives of all the people in the world, aren't they pitiful? Devils like you should have died long ago. Go and die!"

No matter how much the Lord Prefect struggled, everyone kept their eyes on him. The Lord Prefect let out his most terrifying roar, "Scram! You ants, scram …" He begged for mercy, but to no avail. Once again, he became ruthless.

Long Yan's eyes were bloodshot and his killing intent soared to the heavens. He could only kill him if he was even more ruthless than his opponent.

Just like that, Long Yan crazily used his spiritual Yang Illusion Technique to pierce through the body of the Nether Springs Palace Head. He let out a hateful roar.

Quiet Spring, you demon, how many people did you kill? Today, I will take your life for those undead, those people you killed, their families, they have nothing left. Those people who turned into monsters, how pitiful are they?

Long Yan continued to pierce crazily. From his head to his entire body, in less than an incense's time, the Lord Prefect of Nether Springs had been pierced into a hornet's nest.

The dragon spirit, Jin Xuanmeng, Xiao Hei, Little Lion and the girl from the Void Spirit Clan had already let go of Long Yan long ago. Looking at Long Yan's endless outburst, it could be said that the Master of the Nether Springs Clan had been beheaded to the point where he could not be any more dead. He had already turned into a pile of meat paste.

Under such a cruel massacre and under such excruciating pain, the Lord Prefect of Nether Spring was killed by Long Yan. This miserable, miserable state, this Demon's arrogance, his glorious moment had passed. Long Ling and the others stood on the side silently, with only Long Yan crazily killing him.

He was venting his anger and hatred. He had suppressed this demon for far too long.

No one tried to stop him during this process. Only when Long Yan became aware that Netherworld Lake was as dead as he could be, did he stop his actions.

Long Yan looked at the people around him and took a deep breath. The corner of his mouth raised into a smile, and at that moment, Long Yan felt extremely powerless.

Perhaps he was too tired. To be able to persevere for so long and endure so many hardships, he had finally completed everything. Long Yan felt relieved and relieved.

"Xiao Ling, Xuan Meng, Little Lion, Xiao Hei, is he dead?" Long Yan looked at them and asked solemnly.0

"Big Brother Yan is dead. You stabbed him full of holes. He's as dead as he can be." Xiao Ling said with tears of joy.

"Brother Yan, this demon will never revive. You chopped him into mincemeat." Little Lion said.

"Long Yan, you should be relieved now. You are too tired. You need comfort and rest." Jin Xuanmeng could see the fatigue on Long Yan's face.

Big Brother, good job. You are the savior of the entire Holy Dynasty Continent, a super hero whose faith is their guardian god. You have made a legend in the legends. "

These voices echoed in Long Yan's ears. His vision became blurry and he could only feel a buzzing sound in his ears.

From the very beginning, when he first stepped onto this road to search for the dragon spirit, he had never once stopped to rest and fight, especially during the past two years, when he first stepped onto the Holy Palace. He had always been like this since the moment he stepped onto the Heaven's Path Sword Sect and retrieved the dragon spirit.

"My dearest ones, thank you. We are all good people."

After Long Yan finished speaking, he looked at everyone and revealed the most brilliant smile on his face. At that moment, he opened his arms and everyone's eyes flashed with tears. They all rushed towards Long Yan.

They embraced each other, crying tears of joy. They saved the lives of billions of people in the world.

This time, they embraced each other after their victory against the evil spirits.

Their hatred for the Lord Prefect had finally been resolved. From this day forth, the world was going to become bright, clear, and clear.

She was deeply touched by the friendship of this group of people. She was also so pretty and charming. As she looked at Long Yan and the others cheering, that joy was one of freedom, and it was the feeling of letting go of oneself.

Her eyes were filled with envy …

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