Chapter 669 As Expected of a God, It Is Durable!

Mallock didn't expect Moreya to start the fight as soon as he disagreed. Unprepared, his body was directly swept away. After all, he is only a legendary second-order level. He was afraid that the Titans would find him trouble, so he deliberately suppressed his power. .

Under the power of Morea, the body that had just been repaired and strengthened with divine power turned into a long rainbow and smashed backwards, and everything it touched, whether it was an iceberg or a building, turned into powder, a long and unending line. The gully appeared in front of Morea, and even fiery crystals appeared on the surface of the gully.

"Obviously." Morea looked at the dragon's claws that fanned the god's incarnation, moved a little, and looked at the ravine in front of him that stretched for an unknown number of meters, "Your strength is far from enough. , needs to be improved.”

He saw the clue, the gods are all old fritters! To actually suppress the power to the same level as him, in this case, even if he is hanged and beaten, it is estimated that there is no Titan to intervene.

Huge golden blood energy rose into the sky from afar, stirring up the dark clouds in the anime sky, causing the originally fluttering snowflakes to gradually stop. The dragon hunters who had been playing for a long time shivered, but there was an irresistible surprise in their eyes, and they were saved.

"Don't you show the power of your Titan blood to fight with me? You should know what kind of power I have." A voice full of anger echoed between heaven and earth.

Morea stretched out his claws and scratched his chin, sparks splashed everywhere, he felt that this god really likes to pretend, where did he have the face to pretend in front of him?

"I found your nonsense a lot." The ground on which Morea was standing collapsed and shattered in an instant. His huge dragon body instantly turned into a long rainbow and slammed into the distant incarnation of Maroc. At this point, his His body was his most powerful weapon, especially when he was still wearing legendary armor.

"I don't know what to do, but you look down on me so much, I am a dragon stalker." Mallock's avatar saw Morea slamming into him with a physical weapon, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the dragon slayer gun condensed by divine power in his hand, A little bit forward, ripples visible to the naked eye spread from the tip of his gun.

As soon as Morea approached the incarnation of the god for a kilometer, he felt his body suddenly sink, and the mental power distributed outside suddenly became blurred, as if covered with a layer of gauze, and felt that everything around him seemed to be in This moment is full of life, full of malice towards him.

"This is the Dragon Hunting God Realm that I weakened to the legendary level, but it should be enough to deal with a little dragon that is not at the second level of the legendary level." Mallock thought to himself that although this dragon is indeed a little special, his power level is there. , he is naturally in a repressive position.

It's just that after several thousand meters of charge, the kinetic energy accumulated by Morea has reached an extremely terrifying level, even if it is suppressed by the laws of the gods,

He couldn't erase the kinetic energy he carried, and Moria's huge body smashed directly onto the incarnation of the dragon stalker.

The ground shook, a huge mushroom cloud fell from the ground and rose up from Morea. The God Realm that the dragon hunter had just laid down instantly collapsed and disappeared. At the same time, Morea felt the rush from the body to the soul. The suppression also disappeared simultaneously.

"How many times have I repeated it to you, the strength is not enough, the strength is not enough, let you improve it, you always don't listen, this is good, you have tasted the bad results!" Morea shook her head and bemoaned him, not listening to the persuasion "You have to pretend in front of me."

"Mixed blood!" A gnashing voice sounded under Morea's claws, causing Moreya to be stunned for a moment, "You're not dead yet, I thought you had been blown up by me, your vitality is really tenacious, As expected of a god, it’s just endurance!”

Morea moved his claws, took a step back, and saw that at the bottom of the deep pit he smashed, there was a mass of golden flesh that was squirming. It didn't have the disgusting feeling of ordinary flesh and blood, but there was still a kind of sacred majesty. The breath of , which exudes the power that makes Morea feel frightened.

But this rising power not only did not make Mu Weiya's face show the slightest fear, but made his face a little excited, he knew that there must be someone behind him watching him, if this god Avatar uses more power than he can currently handle, and his fate speaks for itself.

"Do you know the consequences of blaspheming the gods?" Under the influence of divine power, the flesh and blood that had been smashed into mud by Morea regained its vigorous vitality. With a human male body that is more than three meters high, every muscle on his body is just right. That is the perfect golden ratio. This is the most perfect human body evolved under the action of divine power. Perfection in knowledge is not perfection in the true sense.

"What are the consequences of blaspheming the gods?" Morea's eyes showed curiosity, "The gods I blasphemed are not one or two, but so far no god can let me taste the consequences, you have the ability to let me try ?"

"You are the most arrogant legend I have ever seen since I ascended to God." He was humiliated by Moria one after another, and even the avatar that came, was beaten into a pile of rotten flesh, making the dragon hunter a little uncontrollable. Own emotions, think of using bigger and stronger power.

But at this moment, the main body of Malok, who was sitting high in the kingdom of God, was suddenly startled, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the nothingness outside the kingdom of God. He felt a terrifying force and was watching him. This kind of power is majestic, grand, and seems to be endless, and in a vague way, he sees a sea of ​​golden thunder.

Suddenly feeling a thunderous ocean manifested in his own consciousness, Mallock was slightly silent, his face instantly gloomy, and he immediately stopped instilling the divine power of the incarnation below.

In the shattered ruins of the city, Morea stared at the incarnation of the rising god in front of him in amazement. Suddenly, like a water polo that had been pierced, the momentum that had climbed quickly dropped, and soon recovered to the previous level. s level.

Morea raised his head, looked up at the sky, smashed his mouth, he vaguely guessed the avatar in front of him, probably because of what happened suddenly.

"You're so pitiful!" Morea looked at the silent Malok in front of him, with a grin on his face, his huge body rushed over, an incarnation of a god of the same level as him, this is a rare whetstone... …