The other four twelve-winged gods were struck by lightning, and their souls fled. They didn't even have the qualifications to see clearly, and only had time to see their companion's detached head!

But what made them even more desperate was that they found themselves unable to move!

An overwhelming and invisible force imprisoned them!

They are the twelve-winged gods!

how so??

The Twelve-Winged Feathered God, whose head had been ripped off, was still shaking at a distance, trying to reverse his situation and come back.

But it's impossible!

The Snow God, who was about to die, suddenly regained his freedom. He immediately staggered backward, gasping for breath.

But the Snow God's face was filled with shock and disbelief, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

Not only him, but all the living creatures in the entire Xuanxin District were also watching this scene in the void motionlessly.

The severed head now fell into the white and slender hands!

Turn gently.

The twelve-winged god in the center has a fair and handsome face.

His eyes were bright and his face was expressionless.

But she was very close, just staring at him indifferently.

“You, you…”

The eyes beneath the mask of the twelve-winged god were filled with endless horror, disbelief, and fear!

With a ripping sound, the mask on his face exploded, revealing an old, frightened, skinny face!

When this scene appeared, Snow God was the first to react, and then his face turned red with excitement!

Just now, he was caught by the other party and was about to die, as fragile as an ant.

Now, this twelve-winged god was caught like an ant by others, and his head was even twisted off!

It all happened in a split second.

This moment is just like that moment.

How could the Snow God not be excited?

The person who suddenly arrived was naturally Ye Wuque!

"Who are you??"

Although the skinny old man's head was twisted off, he was still alive and spoke tremblingly!

Ye Wuque had a blank expression on his face. He held the head in one hand, his eyes were cold, and he showed no intention of answering.

But the right hand also began to slowly exert force!

Click, click!

“Ahhhh!!”

"No!!"

"You, you dare... Spare my life! I don't want to die! Spare my life!!"

The skinny old man let out a miserable roar for mercy and collapsed in an instant!

The Snow God, who was not far away, was shaking with excitement!

Twelve-winged Feathered God... so what? ?

Afraid of death too!

I will also beg for mercy!

Just like an old dog!!

The head slowly began to deform in Ye Wuque's hands and was squeezed like a cracked watermelon!

"No!!!"

“No!! Please, please…”

Snap!!

The shrill voice begging for mercy suddenly stopped!

Because the head was crushed alive!!

Ye Wuque's right hand was covered with minced meat, blood, red and white, it looked shocking!

A twelve-winged god died in Ye Wuque's hands more miserably than an ant.

At this moment, the remaining twelve-winged gods of death saw everything that happened.

After feeling Ye Wuque's indifferent gaze, everyone's face turned pale, their scalps tingled, and they trembled!

The look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Wuque was filled with endless fear and anxiety.

Their companions were crushed to death by the enemy without even having the chance to resist!

They are not just any cats or dogs, they are the twelve-winged gods!!

And the other person looks so young, only in his twenties!

When would such a terrifying existence appear in the Erheyu?

They don’t even know?

No intelligence at all?

Ye Wuque casually wiped his right hand, which was stained with red and white, on the body of a twelve-winged feather god.

This process made the remaining four twelve-winged gods' hair stand on end and their souls tremble!

Swish, swish, swish!

The next moment, the strange masks on the faces of the four twelve-winged gods suddenly exploded.

All four faces appeared in an instant.

Three boys and one girl.

They were all old men, including an old woman.

Although their faces were pale and they were trembling, one could still tell that they must be high and mighty, pampered, and possessed the temperament of those in superior positions in their daily lives.

Ye Wuque looked at these twelve-winged feathered gods and his eyes moved slightly.

These twelve-winged gods gave people a feeling that was not much different from the King Qiu Shi and the "Twelve Zodiac Signs" whom he killed outside the Hidden God Zone a month ago.

In other words, they should come from the same place.

Snap!

Ye Wuque placed his hand directly on the head of a twelve-winged feathered god.

The twelve-winged god suddenly felt his scalp tingling and began to tremble violently!

"What are you going to do..."

"Soul search!"

Ye Wuque directly launched a soul search.

Suddenly, a huge amount of spiritual power spread out and swept across the void, and the twelve-winged god immediately let out a miserable howl!

His body began to swell, his face began to twist, and then... Boom! !

He exploded!

Ye Wuque withdrew his right hand.

Soul searching is useful when it works, but it is prone to failure.

Immediately, Ye Wuque looked at the next one, his eyes still indifferent.

The faces of the remaining three twelve-winged gods were extremely pale, and they seemed unable to speak!

Ye Wuque didn't hesitate at all and continued to grab one at random and put it on his head.

"No!! No!"

"Soul search!"

boom!

Exploded!

Failed again!

There are only two left.

Watching their two companions die in front of them in this way, if they had not been restrained in place, they would probably have fainted.

But Ye Wuque ignored him and continued to walk towards them, looking at them as if he was picking out the best and the worst in the vegetable market, as if he wanted to choose two.

The appearance of this attitude, coupled with the invincible strength displayed by Ye Wuque, completely caused the last two twelve-winged gods to collapse. Their soul wills no longer had any tough thoughts and they knelt down directly.

Seeing this, Ye Wuque's eyes flickered.

These twelve-winged gods look... problematic!

Generally speaking, those who can cultivate to the level of "Twelve-Winged Feathered God" will never be such a waste.

Don’t you see that the Ten-Winged Snow God is tougher than them and is ready to face death.

The twelve winged feather gods were like mud? They collapsed at the first touch?

This doesn't make sense.

It's totally unworthy of this level of quality!

"Stop searching my soul! I'll tell you what you want to know!" The old woman, the Twelve-Winged Feathered God, spoke tremblingly with a begging tone.

The next moment, with a snap, another twelve-winged feathered god fainted.

Ye Wuque looked at the old woman and said indifferently: "After you finish speaking, I will ask him. As long as there is even the slightest inconsistency between the two of you..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the old woman immediately trembled all over and nodded desperately!

"Why the killing?"

"I obey your orders, follow your orders!"

"Whose order?"

"Yes, it's the great... Lord of the World!!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed.