Chapter 839: What Is Divine Punishment?

"This situation actually happens at this time, God, what a plan!"

"But, do you think you can do anything to me like this?"

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm Natsume Yang, even a mere divine punishment wants to do something to me, just break it for me!"

Xia Muyang's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he shouted loudly with his right hand empty.

"Click!"

Endless icy power burst out, condensing into an ice sword that shot straight into the sky, and then swung it suddenly.

"Boom!"

The next moment, it was like the sky was torn apart.

Bai Ling just looked at the thunder and lightning in the sky in horror, and was directly torn apart by this sword.

Even the thunder and lightning could not resist the terrifying sword intent. He refused to retreat, revealing the clear sky again.

"The first calamity has passed. Next, there will be wind, fire, and weakness!"

"If it were someone else who was going through the divine punishment, I would really be a little worried, but for him, I'm not worried at all!"

"His strength has exceeded the limit that this world can bear!"

"The laws of this world are just ordinary things to him!"

Ye said something from the side, completely unworried about Natsume Yang not being able to survive the divine punishment.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ling felt that Xia Muyang's aura suddenly weakened.

Then, a terrifying strong wind visible to the naked eye, with the terrifying power to tear apart steel, roared fiercely.

"Pfft!"

Facing such a terrifying and powerful wind, Xia Muyang lost more than half of his flesh and blood in an instant, revealing his horrifying white bones.

The most terrifying thing is the head, with only two eyeballs and a cluster of soul fire left!

It doesn't look like he can survive.

The sharp pain of cutting flesh completely overwhelmed him, but Xia Muyang did not make a sound.

He won't succumb to this pain!

"Gangfeng is weak, so what, you want to do nothing to me, Xia Muyang, break it for me!"

The majestic voice of a god resounded throughout the sky, rumbling and exploding, making the air tremble.

His words were like the will of the gods, and the wind seemed to be much lighter.

"Wind Swordsmanship, cut!"

The Ice Spirit Knife came out automatically, exuding supreme sharpness, and the space seemed to be shattered.

"Bah!"

As soon as the sword came out, a huge hole was torn open by the strong wind.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

With another strike of the sword, the strong wind howled and was torn into pieces and dissipated.

"Is it the final fire disaster? Is there still decay? Then come on!"

Natsume Yang's body burst out with amazing vitality!

He saw that the natural energy around him was like a whirlpool, turning into a rolling torrent and pouring into his body.

His body, muscles, veins, flesh and blood quickly clung to it, reshaping the body of an immortal.

It was at the moment when Xia Muyang's body had just solidified.

"Zizzizi!"

A big hole was suddenly corroded into his body, his flesh and blood disappeared, and a horrifying sound of corrosion was emitted.

This was even more unbearable than the flesh-cutting just now, and the severe pain almost made Natsume Yang faint.

"But how could I, Natsume Yang, collapse here!" Natsume Yang bit her tongue heavily.

Then, a terrifying white flame suddenly appeared in the sky, drowning Natsume Yang like a flood.

Then, there was lava, completely covering Natsume Yang.

Then, there is the Amaterasu flame, which is said to never go out.

With the terrifying temperature, Natsume Yang might not even have a skeleton left.