The strongest prodigal system

It seems that all of this has come to an end.

Li Qiankun was aloof, with an air of dominance, soaked in the deep sea of ​​blood, prompting the Shenmu coffin to be suppressed straight down.

Lin Chuan supported himself with both arms, carried his head on his shoulders, his whole waist was bent, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his eyes were filled with the color of giving up.

Taking out this Mad Demon Pill, Lin Chuan's heart was not desperate, but full of reluctance.

He deeply understands that after taking this elixir, it will trigger one of the strongest states. This is the only hole card he can use at present, but after taking it, his soul will be shattered and his body will be reduced to nothing. shell.

When the body dies, there is still a soul, and when the soul dies, it truly disappears between heaven and earth.

Dying under the Mad Demon Pill, maybe he was able to successfully defend Miesheng Island, which is considered a worthy death. However, Lin Chuan has too many reluctances, and has many regrets, and he did not complete them one by one.

Feeling the increasing suppressive force of the Shenmu coffin, in just a few short breaths, Lin Chuan has changed from a supporting posture to being suppressed by the whole body, and he no longer has the ability to support, even if he has ten thousand times the ultimate It's not enough to pull the mountains and rivers!
"Zhaoxue, don't wait for me, just treat me as a passer-by."

"An Lin, I'm sorry, I can't resurrect you, but at least I will be with you under the Underworld."

"Father, mother, I, Lin Chuan, have never lived in vain all my life!"

Lin Chuan muttered silently in his heart, and being pressed by the sacred wooden coffin behind him, he raised his hand and sent the Mad Demon Pill into his mouth.

That messy black hair was now stained with thick blood.

There was a tear in the corner of his eye, which instantly merged with the blood.

When the eyes were closed, the elixir was swallowed into the body, a burning sensation instantly filled the body, and the whole body felt violent.

Knowing that he would die, Lin Chuan's heart calmed down.

Even though there are all kinds of reluctance, he still has things that must be done.

Li Qiankun's strength really made Lin Chuan feel that it was unparalleled strength.

A person is mortal, either lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai!
Lin Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils turned into a cloudy color. The violent breath rose from the depths of the blood sea, causing waves of tumbling. The whole person changed from the inside out, and the level of life was fully improved!

Madness state, here we come!

"The host madman has been successfully triggered. During the opening period of this state, the host's physical body and cultivation base have all achieved great detachment, and will have the foundation of destruction."

"The state of madness is the existence opposite to the complete creator. It is the end of the heavens and can destroy all existences at will! But it cannot be created, it can only be destroyed!"

"This state lasts for half an hour. After the end, the host's soul will completely disappear due to excessive consumption."

The voice of the system echoed in Lin Chuan's mind.

The rage reached the extreme, but what followed was not to increase strength, but to destroy!

The breath swirls, the sea of ​​blood twists, it seems that the state of madness exists only for destruction!
Bearing the suppression of the Shenmu coffin, Lin Chuan couldn't help showing a wry smile.

The last half hour of your life?

It seems that those regrets may never be made up for.

But now, I, Lin Chuan, have at least one more thing that can be done.

That is to kill Li Qiankun!
As long as Li Qiankun dies, Luo Tian will never be able to spend so much effort to create another chess piece.

At that time, when his father successfully fuses, it will be Luo Tian's death.

In this tumbling sea of ​​blood, the aura of the Shenmu coffin became stronger and stronger.

On the deserted island outside the sea, almost all of the countless monks were in despair.

"It is estimated that Lin Chuan will definitely lose this time."

"It's reasonable for him to lose, after all, this Li Qiankun is too strong."

"Li Qiankun's level of life is already above us, and there is absolutely no one higher than him."

The old man was completely exhausted and sat on the ground dejectedly, wiping his tears with his head down, his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Shi Yuan raised his stick and closed his eyes, as if mourning silently, praying, or despairing.

Wang Mingren cried like a child, knelt down on the ground, and wailed endlessly.

Shi Xiang raised his head and sobbed, as if he was calling for his only master.

Emperor Xuan hugged Empress Qingxuan's shoulders tightly, and the two sighed softly like husband and wife.

There has never been such a moment when such a desperate thing will happen. Li Qiankun's ability cannot be described by a monk. The infinite vitality is like a continuous stream, which can give the opponent countless powers.

Coupled with that peculiar physique and the special ability bred, the level of this battle is too high, which is unattainable and can only be looked up to!

On the surface of the sea, it was reduced to a dead silence.

All the monks, whether they knew it or not, all lowered their heads, looked at the muddy sea of ​​blood, and remained silent.

But at this moment, a destructive aura emerged from the very depths of the calm sea of ​​blood.

Everyone's pupils contracted, not knowing why.

A gray light came out from the bottom of the sea, and the sea water continued to evaporate crazily from the inside to the outside, making the entire sea area keep getting shallower.

The first thing to appear was Li Qiankun, who had turned into a giant with wooden wings on his back and a giant staff in his hand, standing on the top of the coffin.

But at this moment, Li Qiankun was not as high and high as he was just now, but showed strong surprise, frantically pouring vitality into the coffin under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, the huge sacred wood coffin was revealed.

This sacred wooden coffin was also very different from just now, and it was collapsing everywhere at this moment.

"It's impossible! How can my vitality be no match for this ability?" Li Qiankun's giant staff shook, and his vitality became stronger, as if he wanted to mend the coffin, prompting the coffin to continue to suppress.

However, no matter how Li Qiankun poured in, the signs of the collapse of the divine wooden coffin were still unstoppable.

Boom!

Numerous cracks appeared in the sacred wooden coffin, and they exploded in all directions in an instant, turning into fly ash!
Li Qiankun flew ten feet upside down and stopped his figure forcibly, his proud face revealed an unbelievable surprise, and said: "How can such a thing happen, Shenmu Daoji is not the strongest life under the complete Creator Level? Why does the destructive aura coming from him, without any extra power, just be able to restrain my life force from pouring in and destroy the godwood coffin?!"

The sea of ​​blood rolled back, forming a huge vortex.

A figure came out from the depths of the sea, the whole body was filled with gray light, the black hair danced wildly, and destruction was everywhere.

Space collapsed everywhere, forming black holes everywhere.

The sky is darkened and turned into black sun.

The whole world is dark.

There is no increase in strength, but the invisible destructive aura is terrifying to the peak.

It seems that the figure emerging from the depths of the sea has turned into a violent Lord of Destruction!

If it is said that Li Qiankun's Shenmu Taoist foundation is under the Creator, then this destructive aura is one level higher than Li Qiankun's, reaching the level shoulder to shoulder with the complete Creator. If there is no complete Creator, it can destroy everything exist.

And this figure is indeed Lin Chuan!

All the staring monks showed strong expressions of emotion, and for some reason, the blood in their bodies was boiling!

That ordinary appearance and thin figure, in the eyes of anyone, is so stalwart, so... Who else but me!

"Lin Chuan actually destroyed this sacred wooden coffin."

"What's the matter with the breath coming from his body? What kind of ability is this?"

"I don't know why, but I feel that the current Lin Chuan is more terrifying than Li Qiankun."

Li Qiankun took a deep breath, forced himself to stabilize his mentality, and suddenly threw out the giant staff, turning into a huge nine-headed wooden dragon, roaring ferociously, and biting towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan slowly stretched out his hand, and under the approach of the nine-headed wooden dragon, touched it slightly.

For a moment, the nine-headed wooden dragon stood still out of thin air, and then exploded instantly.

"Damn it." Li Qiankun's face changed drastically with fright, and his scalp went numb.

Lin Chuan put his hands away, turned his head and stared deeply at the Miesheng Island behind him, his eyes showed strong reluctance, but there was also a trace of firmness, and countless pictures in this life flashed in his mind.

When he turned his head again, he looked at the old man in the distance again.

Looking at each other from a long distance.

The old man burst into tears, sobbing choked up, because he could see that Lin Chuan was filled with not only destroying everything, but also destroying himself, full of a trace of death.

Until the end, when his eyes fell on Li Qiankun, Lin Chuan's nostalgia and reluctance in his life were completely vented in a loud roar!

"If I, Lin Chuan, don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"