my god is from hell

Just as Li Qiwu finished speaking, a calm and dejected voice came from outside the altar: "You really don't care, because his body will be in my hands."

An ordinary and somewhat familiar face appeared in front of everyone, it was Tusar who had helped everyone.

But what was different from before was that there was a long and thin red line between Tusar's eyebrows, which looked extremely cold.

The little witch stared at the red line, always felt that the cold temperament on Tusar seemed familiar, but she really couldn't remember where she saw it.

Tusar smiled slightly, and looked at Yan Qing with black hair and gray eyes: "Master Luna, look at your current appearance, are you too modest? It has nothing to do with what I saw in the Styx River... Is it because the inseparable God of Stars is missing by your side?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned to Zuo Luoxing.

God of stars?what is that?

The eyes of the people subconsciously fell on Zuo Luoxing, but after seeing the same doubts in Zuo Luoxing's eyes, they realized that Tusar was probably just making up a lie to fool everyone, and they all became vigilant.

Tusar saw that everyone was unmoved, and his expression did not change in any way, and he really stopped looking at Zuo Luoxing, but looked straight at Yan Qing, and when his gaze passed over the still pale cheek of the other party, The corners of the lips are slightly raised.

"It must be very uncomfortable to wash your bones with the water of the Styx River... But it doesn't matter, Lord Moon God, you will be relieved soon."

The smile on Tusar's face became wanton, and strange patterns gradually emerged around the brown eyes, and the shape was particularly familiar to everyone.

"Eye of the desert?" Seventeen exclaimed.

"The eye of the desert? No, it's the eye of a god!"

Tusar's voice was deep and mighty, as if invisible ripples spread in the air, and the terrifying moisture gathered around everyone again.

"Styx water? What's going on?"

Li Qiwu subconsciously opened up the white flames, letting those terrifying drops of water hover outside everyone's bodies.

Yan Qing's eyes also had doubts, this breath did not belong to the little crying bag, but the water of the Styx was really the power of the little crying bag.

At this moment, Yue Xuanzhao suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, as if the anger that had subsided for a long time was raging again in his eyes.

"Master Yan Qing?" Zuo Luoxing also noticed Yan Qing's pale face suddenly, and glared at Tusar.

Tusar's face at this time was very strange, not to mention the strange patterns around his eyes, and the red killing line between his eyebrows was also shining bloody red.

"It's okay..." Yan Qing frowned slightly, his body activated the power of the flower of life, his hair gradually turned into bright silver, and his eyes gradually turned into a cold and pure silver.

Tussar's eyes glimpsed this scene, the smile on his lips became more unrestrained, and the red light between his brows flickered more intensely.

Finally, countless tiny drops of water converged into a slender river, which was quite different from yesterday's flood, but the biting coldness in the water of the Styx made no one dare to underestimate it.

"Divine Art—The Summoning of the Water of the Styx."

Tusar's lips moved slightly, his fingers lifted from both sides, and the huge water behind him suddenly poured towards Yan Qing!

"Divine Art—Flame of Vengeance."

The little witch made a decisive decision, her orange eyes burning with rage, and she looked at Tusar.

However, just like Yan Qing at the beginning, Tusar was almost unscathed in the black revenge flames, and the desire surging in his body was endless.

"Dark God..."

The little witch's flames stagnated for a moment, thinking of the source of Tusar's power, an astonishing guess flashed in her mind.

She suppressed the urge to look back at Yan Qing, gritted her teeth and removed the "Flame of Vengeance", and used the "Heart of Flame" instead. The fire of desire is much more effective.

Tusar had to allocate part of his strength to deal with the little witch's "Heart of Flame", but his expression was still relaxed, and he even blocked the eternal spear thrown by Lin Ze.

Zuo Luoxing and Mingyou looked at each other, one left and one right attacked Tusar. Although Yue Xuanzhao couldn't see it, but his perception was very sensitive, he raised his right hand and pulled the trigger at Tusar.

"It's just in time to—"

A vicious smile appeared on the corner of Tusar's lips, and he suddenly took off all his protection, completely exposing himself to the attack!

Li Qiwu quickly realized what was going on, and raised his hand to try to pull Yan Qing back, but Zuo Luoheng who suddenly appeared held him firmly.

"Yan Qing!" Shi Qi, like Li Qiwu, was aware of Tusar's trick, and tried to take away Yan Qing, seemingly unable to move for a moment, but was also stopped by Zuo Luoheng.

With a "bang", a blood hole the size of a bowl appeared on Yan Qing's chest, and at the same time, two bright blood marks were drawn on his back and abdomen at the same time.

"Hmph..." Yan Qing's body softened, and he half-knelt down, blood gushed out from his white combat uniform, his face was as pale as paper.

"Brother... what are you doing..."

Zuo Luoxing opened his eyes wide, dropped the sword and staggered towards Yan Qing, almost suffocated, supported the crumbling Yan Qing, and looked at Zuo Luoheng in disbelief.

Zuo Luoheng's expression was very indifferent, and he looked at Yan Qing with disgust: "Luo Luo, can't you see it? This is a dark god."

"Brother? What are you talking about? He is my summoner!" Zuo Luoxing seemed to be meeting Zuo Luoheng for the first time, and it was hard to imagine that the look at the polluter was from the eyes of his beloved brother.

"Every time a dark god appears, it will bring great disaster to the world. Lolo, why do you think the water of the Styx appears?"

Zuo Luoheng seemed to have plans in mind, not only was he not touched by the questioning and sadness in Zuo Luoxing's tone, but his tone was cold and disgusted.

Tusar didn't expect this result, but he was only stunned for a moment and then laughed: "That's right! This summoner, he is the god of the dark world, and he is the culprit who caused the polluters to be born! How do you Can you let him go? Hahahahahaha!"

"You fart!" The little witch only paused for a moment, and the "heart of flame" in her hand became more fierce and blazing, her eyes burning towards Tusar angrily.

The rest of the people were only stunned for a moment, and soon Seventeen stepped forward to check Yan Qing's wound, while the rest aimed their weapons and magic skills at Tusar again.

Zuo Luoheng seemed to be very puzzled by their stubbornness, intending to use magic to interfere with everyone's resistance to Tusar again, but was stopped coldly by Li Qiwu: "General Luoheng, you have nothing to do now, feel at ease with us Come back to Yulian."

Fortunately, it seems that Tusar's damage transfer magic can only be used once, and he has been entangled with them with the water of the Styx for the rest of the time. After all, there is only one person, and he gradually loses the wind.

Seeing that he was invincible, Tusar turned his eyes slightly, and looked at the corpse of Sharta with his head bowed beside the table, and slowly approached the corpse while he was dodging while fighting with everyone.

"Divine Art - Heart of Thorns!"

Tusar's fingers finally touched Shaerta's body, and the body was instantly reduced to ashes. Tusar's brows flashed red, and he used a new magical technique.

"Ugh—" Yan Qing suddenly covered his chest, with cold sweat dripping down his face, and complained, "It hurts..."

"Master Yan Qing!" Zuo Luoxing couldn't see where the new wound was, guessed that the magic spell should have landed on the heart, and was extremely anxious.

"Shaerta's divine art, you haven't seen it yet... This is a divine art that he has condensed for 20 years to comprehend. Even if he summons the gods, he cannot escape!"

Tusar seemed to be very confident in this attack. After casting it, he did not use any new magic spells. The killing line between his brows became brighter red, as if he was impatiently waiting for something.

"You—damn it!" Zuo Luoxing's eyes turned red, and he was about to turn around to deal with Tusar, but Yan Qing held him back.

He seemed a little confused, touched his chest, and said hesitantly, "It seems... it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Tusar's face changed, and he subconsciously said, "How is it possible? That's a god—"

Just when Tusar was about to say something anxiously, the murderous line between his brows suddenly split in two, as if he was trying to cover up something hastily.

At the same time, Yue Xuanzhao's energy beam was hitting his chest.Tusar lowered his head in disbelief, saw the blood hole in his chest, and muttered: "How could it be..."

Then, he looked at Yan Qing, and his eyes fell on the other person's heart. He still didn't seem to understand why the magic spell didn't work, so he opened his mouth with difficulty: "This is God—"

He still didn't pronounce the last word, because right after that, a tiny voice sounded in his chest, and it was almost inaudible if he didn't listen carefully.

—His heart was broken.

Yan Qing rubbed his heart in confusion, feeling that when the pain wound up, something hot melted the thorns one by one, and then disappeared again.

"My lord, does your chest still hurt?"

Zuo Luoxing watched Tusar's inexplicable death, and looked at Yan Qing worriedly, ignoring the cause of his death.

Yan Qing shook his head, hesitated, and nodded again.

"Where does it hurt you! Don't you have the strength to speak?" The little witch stared at him anxiously and worriedly.

"Where you hit...it hurts everywhere..." Yan Qing retreated slightly weakly, motioning everyone to look at the blood hole on his chest and the long scratches on his junior and waist.

"Cough..." Mingyou coughed and turned his head to the side, seeing Zuo Luoheng who was looking thoughtful, his expression was instantly cold:

"General Luo Heng, even if you don't care about the friendship we desperately saved you, at least you should think about who is calling the gods. I hope that after you return to the military headquarters, you will think about it carefully and truly bring Sunshattering Star back to life." The cause of this disaster is the summoning god, or... some shady dregs."

Zuo Luoheng looked away from Yan Qing, turned his eyes coldly, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

Li Qiwu didn't expect that Zuo Luoheng would question Yan Qing at this time, and his attitude towards him was no longer as kind as before, only maintaining superficial politeness and politeness.

Zuo Luoxing even healed Yan Qing silently, without saying a word to him, as if he was disappointed in this brother.

The rest of the time was spent in a strange silence. When the ship came to pick up Zuo Luoheng, after the other party had handed over to them indifferently, accompanied by two new attendants, he boarded the ship firmly from his back.

The little witch and 17 were so angry when they got on the returning starship, they babbled on the ship: "Who is this Zuo Luoheng! At any rate, Yan Qing absorbed the water of the Styx river to save him." Us, how could he have the nerve to turn around and do something wrong?"

"That's right! They say that Yan Qing is a God of Darkness! He is the God of Darkness! Isn't Yan Qing the Moon God? He is the most peace-loving god in the Light Realm. General Luo Heng must not have taken a good genealogy class!"

As soon as Shi Qi finished speaking, he found that no one was answering. When he looked up, he found that everyone, including the little witch, was staring at him strangely.

Li Qiwu even patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, shook his head and walked away with a water glass in his hand, with a look of pity.

"What... what's wrong?" Shi Qi was a little scared.

Yan Qing rested his chin on Zuo Luoxing's shoulder, and gave him a slightly surprised look: "Do you really think... that I am the most peace-loving god in the Light Realm?"

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