Behind him, stood a blood-red figure.

That is the body of the Son of God.

Ling Xiao would not use his external avatar easily, but this time, he was angry.

The body of the Son of God is a God-Emperor-level existence. The Martial God Feng is just a nine-ring supreme god. How can he withstand the terrifying attack?

He died tragically on the spot and all his treasures were confiscated.

Then, the body of the Son of God disappeared.

No one even knew it was Ling Xiaoxia's hand.

However, Ling Xiao has already moved, once again obtained the cursed nightmare, and then took the soul into the world of Tyrant.

But things like just now can't happen again.

"Hey, everyone, I'm so lucky!"

Ling Xiao sneered.

Everyone was also shocked.

"Who took action just now?"

"I have seen it. It was a very scary blood shadow that has killed many people!"

"That's right, I've seen it too, and it's said to be some kind of beast god hunter!"

This is what Ling Xiao wants.

Let these people mistakenly think that the body of the Son of God is the hunter of the beast god, and they will not doubt him.

"You, a little supreme god, actually want to control me?"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the cursed nightmare, cold and arrogant.

"Nao Nao, even a mere weapon spirit dares to resist me and is seeking death!"

Ling Xiao said coldly, and at the same time released the power of God to suppress it.

However, in the eyes of others, Ling Xiao had already been wrapped in the cursed blood around his arm, and then spread to his whole body.

Ling Xiao seemed to have no solution at all.

"Don't worry, this kid is overestimating his capabilities and wants to suppress the Cursed Nightmare. When he is completely controlled, we will kill him and continue to weaken the power of the Cursed Nightmare!"

Hun Miaomiao sneered.
Chapter completed!