Chapter 261 The Strength of the Spirit of Creation

"good fortune……"

Li Dong whispered to himself, searching for related memories in his mind, and then he found that he had no impression at all and had never heard of this name.

Upon hearing this, the other players frowned and thought about it, and then, like Li Dong, they had no impression of it.

They had never heard of this name.

Several players who had reached the pseudo-god combat power looked at each other and then had a conversation.

"Hawke, Milt, have you heard of this name?" Li Dong asked the other two people through voice transmission.

"No, never heard of it." Hawke shook his head and replied.

"It could be a strong person from other areas. Otherwise, with such strong strength, it is impossible that no information would leak out even from other areas." Milt thought for a while and said, but then he became confused.

The void realm is indeed boundless, with many planes of life and many players.

But there are not many players who have reached the pseudo-god level. As for other players, they all know each other as they are at the same level.

After all, as long as you develop and venture into the void, you will inevitably come into contact with other players, and then information will leak out, and finally be reported layer by layer and enter the eyes of players at the same level.

This is an inevitable trend as players' strength increases and they gradually enter the void.

However, the strange thing is that Li Dong and the other two had never heard of the situation of the powerful man in front of them.

This is very unreasonable, okay?

Faced with everyone's confused eyes, Su Xingyu did not explain, but just stood there, waiting for the gods' relics to revive.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The energy fluctuations around were getting stronger and stronger, the void began to vibrate, and everyone's mood also became more excited. They all looked at the remains of the gods with bright eyes, divine power surging in their bodies, and they were ready for battle.

boom--

Finally, with a loud bang, the entire void shook violently, and a terrifying energy shock wave hit like a tsunami, and then countless streams of light poured out from the cracks in space.

There were nine streams of light rushing in the front, with the strongest energy fluctuations.

The energies contained in these streams of light are almost the same. One thing that is certain is that they have all reached the quality of true gods.

Including a player who arrived later, there are now a total of eight pseudo-god-level beings. They stand at the front, closest to the space crack.

This position allows them to intercept the light from the ruins at the first moment, but at the same time they will also face the first wave of the strongest energy impact.

While selecting the nearest true god-quality stream of light, the eight of them seemed to be at ease and relaxed while resisting the energy shock. This energy shock wave, which had not yet been diluted and was enough to embarrass a powerful demigod, did not cause much impact on them.

"I want this one." Soon, Su Xingyu chose his target. The silver divine power shone brightly and transformed into a giant divine hand, grabbing the stream of light of true god quality. Unfortunately, an eight-armed sword demon at the pseudo-god level also took a fancy to this stream of light.

"Humph--"

The eight-armed sword demon snorted coldly, swung the long sword with both arms, and a kilometer-long black and red sword beam slashed towards the giant hand of divine power.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the giant hand of divine power collided with the sword, and a dazzling light burst out. The sword was dispersed, leaving a narrow wound on the giant hand of divine power, and black and red energy invaded it to fight against it.

The Eight-Armed Sword Demon's attack did not stop. He swung his long sword wildly. In an instant, the surrounding void was covered by black sword light. Then he roared, turned into a stream of light, and rushed up directly, wanting to fight in close combat and play to his advantage.

"Now there's something good to watch."

Upon seeing this, the other people quickly retreated, leaving the two with enough space to display their skills.

"This monster doesn't look easy to deal with. It's a real combat-side demigod. On the other hand, this friend named Fortune has a good energy level, but his combat ability is questionable."

"Haha, never mind. It's best if we both get hurt and then leave together."

Although they have never fought each other, the other pseudo-god-level beings are optimistic about the Eight-Armed Sword Demon.

Everyone's energy level is similar, but this does not mean that their combat effectiveness is similar. Some gods are not very good at fighting.

As for the two people in front of him, just from their temperament, you can tell who is better at fighting.

"Do I look like such a pushover?"

Su Xingyu chuckled and looked at the eight-armed sword demon rushing towards him at high speed, without any panic on his face.

An octagonal silver halo appeared behind him, slowly rotating and emitting a mysterious energy.

Divine power surged in the body, and silver light illuminated the void.

"Disperse!"

Su Xingyu shouted softly and waved his staff. The staff in his hand glowed and then shot forward, dispersing thousands of swords like a torrent, and then hit the fast-moving black and red figure.

A trace of brutality flashed across the eight-armed sword demon's scarlet eyes. He roared, crossed his arms on both sides, and slashed out with force. A powerful slash hit the silver torrent, cutting it in half.

Seeing that Hong Liu was about to avoid the Eight-Armed Sword Demon, Su Xingyu smiled lightly and tapped the air with his staff.

A strange wave spread.

"Snake of Encirclement!"

The silver torrent, which had split into two halves, surged wildly, and then a terrifying beast roar sounded.

"hiss--"

The flood peak turned into a python head and turned to attack the Eight-Armed Sword Demon. As it escaped, the flood behind it turned into a silver-white python body.

Two silver pythons, tens of thousands of meters long, opened their bloody mouths, revealing their fine and sharp teeth. They looked like real living creatures and extremely ferocious.

"Die!"

Seeing this, the Eight-Armed Sword Demon dared not hold back any longer and swung his sword wildly. Black and red divine power surged out, transforming into countless sword beams that slashed towards the silver python.

At the same time, a demon shadow appeared behind him.

"Burning Domain!"

The demon's eyes glowed green, and he clasped his hands together. Demon fire powerful enough to refine the stars gushed out, turning the surrounding void into a green sea of ​​fire.

Thousands of swords hit the giant python, just like nails falling on an iron plate, making ding-ding-ding sounds. The scales on the silver giant python glowed, resisting the attacks of the swords.

"It's interesting, but not strong enough."

The halo behind him emitted countless silver rays of light, forming a flame vacuum zone around his body. Then, Su Xingyu loosened his staff, stretched out his hand forward, and then held it downwards. Immediately, two silver pythons roared and rose up around him.

The two silver-white giant pythons bit each other head to tail, forming a closed circle, like a silver halo, covering the eight-armed sword demon. "What is this!"

The Eight-Armed Sword Demon had obviously never seen such fancy skills, and his eyes revealed confusion and uneasiness.

The eight-armed sword demon leaped and rushed forward quickly, trying to escape from the range of the silver halo, but the silver halo also moved, always covering him.

At the same time, a mysterious force descended, like a gentle breeze and drizzle, and began to invade the body of the Eight-Armed Sword Demon.

"Eight Slashes of Hades!"

The eight-armed sword demon sensed the crisis and burned the divine source in his body, bursting out with extreme combat power. The shadow of the demon behind him solidified for a moment, and then black sword energy slashed out, each one stronger than the last.

The last ray of sword energy truly entered the realm of true God.

Eight sword energies slashed towards the silver halo.

Wherever the sword energy swept through, the void cracked, it was extremely powerful.

"Open it for me!"

After slashing out eight times with the sword, even the Eight-Armed Sword Demon felt a little weak and fell into a brief state of weakness.

"It's a very powerful blow. With your strength, there are probably only two or three people here who can defeat you." As the sword energy came one after another, the Spirit of Creation showed some surprise on his face and praised.

Then the next second, His expression turned cold: "But such strength is not enough for you to come and provoke me!" The octagonal halo rose behind him, crossing the sky like a meteor, crossing the space, and smashing into the halo.

At the same time, the silver halo instantly solidified, like an indestructible barrier.

The sword qi hit the silver halo, making a loud roar, and the two terrifying energies confronted each other.

Cracks appeared on the halo, but were quickly repaired.

Repair and destruction are repeated over and over again, but it has never completely collapsed.

The octagonal light wheel fell into the halo, just like a supernova explosion. In an instant, it burst out with extreme brilliance, causing the surrounding strong men to go blind directly, unable to see or scan.

"Roar!!!"

The eight-armed sword demon at the center of the halo began to crack open, revealing the bright red flesh and blood inside.

His flesh and blood squirmed, a new consciousness was born, and his whole body became uncontrollable. The black and red divine power and the silver divine power fought against each other. The two wonderful states of destruction and rebirth were superimposed on the body of the Eight-Armed Sword Demon, causing him to suffer unbearable pain and let out a shrill scream.

Hearing the screams coming from the halo, the faces of the people who were watching changed. They obviously didn't expect that this strong man who looked gentle and not good at fighting was so good at fighting. He trapped the Eight-Armed Sword Demon in just a short while, and now it seemed that he was ready to wipe it out.

"How can he be so powerful?" Hawke maximized his spiritual perception, trying to find out the situation within the halo. He really couldn't understand why this player, whom he had never met before, was so powerful.

"What should I do?" Milt's eyes flickered, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

"Just watch, what else can we do? Are you going to go up and kill Him?" Li Dong was a little shocked, but after hearing Milt's words, he couldn't help laughing.

"Don't talk nonsense. I never said such a thing." Milt denied it hastily. He didn't want to have another powerful enemy out of nowhere.

Su Xingyu looked indifferently at the eight-armed sword demon in the halo that was constantly deforming. The octagonal halo continued to shine, and endless silver light shone down.

Now as the Spirit of Creation, his fighting power is indeed not as good as that of the dark gods, but this does not mean that anyone can provoke him.

"If you don't have any other trump cards, you will die here today."

The Spirit of Creation can be seen as another absolutely independent incarnation. In essence, it is similar to the Dark Spirit, but there is actually not much connection between the two, at least not at present.

Therefore, the character of the Spirit of Creation is not as overbearing as that of the dark spirit. He appears more transcendent.

But this does not mean that He is a good person.

If you really fall into His hands, you will be killed.

At this moment, something changed outside again.

The other two pseudo-god-level native creatures looked at each other and immediately chose to attack, attacking the silver halo with all their strength.

Two high-energy attacks came at him, and Su Xingyu frowned slightly, saying unhappily, "Trouble." With a wave of his hand, the octagonal light wheel shot up into the sky, broke through the space, and fell behind him, continuing to rotate, emitting a silver light.

Without the suppression of the divine weapon, the Eight-Armed Sword Demon's condition eased slightly. Enduring the severe pain, he immediately burned his divine source, and his divine power surged wildly, suppressing the other consciousnesses in his flesh and blood.

After regaining control of his body, he swung his sword with all his strength and slashed at the silver halo without any hesitation.

The three high-energy blows converged at one point. Without any surprise, the silver halo shattered and the aftermath of the energy spread in all directions.

The eight-armed sword demon rushed out and joined the two people outside.

The three of them were facing off against the Spirit of Creation, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

"What? Do you want to attack together?" Ignoring the extremely hostile look of the Eight-Armed Sword Demon, Su Xingyu looked at the three pseudo-god-level beings with a calm expression, as if they were not beings of the same level as him, but just three minions.

The three of them didn't reply, turned around and left, returning to their previous positions.

Seeing this, some demigods who were ready to make a move silently withdrew their gazes.

The originally tense atmosphere eased, and everyone resumed their normal competition.

"It would have been better if you had known better earlier. You had to resort to violence and waste everyone's time."

Looking at the three people leaving, Su Xingyu smiled and did not chase them, letting them leave.

With the strength of his current divine body, it is very difficult to kill a pseudo-god-level existence.

If fighting one against one, He can completely suppress a regular false god.

One against two, it's a tie.

One against three, he is about to be suppressed.

If other players don't help, there's really no way he can deal with these three guys.

Even though he had just trapped the Eight-Armed Sword Demon with ease, he began to drain his vitality.

But luck also played a big part in it. The Eight-Armed Sword Demon underestimated him, thinking that he was not good at fighting. Otherwise, if he had burst out with all his strength from the beginning, Su Xingyu might not have been able to trap him.

Shaking his head gently, Su Xingyu threw out the thoughts in his mind, stretched out his hand to grab the flowing light of the ruins that was lingering in the void, dispelled the light on it, and the objects inside also revealed their true appearance.

A long sword of true divine level.

In addition to this stream of relic light, he also obtained forty-two streams of relic light, some of which were intercepted by the Eight-Armed Sword Demon. However, after he was defeated, they naturally became Su Xingyu's trophies.

These relics are all items of at least Saint level, including weapons and equipment, item scrolls, and even fragments of Godhead, all of which are extremely valuable.

(End of this chapter)