Chapter 378 Trample this sky under your feet
There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.
Boundless power gathered together.
I saw the man slowly pick up the Soaring Powder in his hand and kill all the living beings.
"I have seen the origin of all things,
I have also seen the end of everything.
A beggar knows himself,
Wealth comes from heaven,
Scholars discuss ink,
high rollers drinking,
Someone's sword shone coldly across Jiuzhou,
Someone came from the east a hundred thousand miles away with purple energy,
There is a monster roaring up to the sky and swallowing half of the moon.
There is also the collapse of the apocalypse before the destruction of the era.
Unfortunately, everything cannot escape the cycle of life, old age, illness, and death.
People come naked and leave naked.
My "Demon" is divided into ten styles.
You’ve got to keep an eye on it!”
As the man's words fell, he saw the soaring spear in his hand shaking the wind and clouds in the sky.
"One said: The style of the demon in the realm.
See the gods in an illusion without concentration!"
I saw the sky-high sword in his hand burst out with demonic energy that filled the sky.
The surrounding space is surging, and the spatial displacements are changing layer by layer.
The sound of "click, click, click" echoed around.
The storm of the great world is about to rise, and the surrounding space is actually folded in half.
The people at the foot of the Bone Mountain were shocked to find out.
Opposite them, a scene exactly like theirs appeared.
It's like a reflection in the water.
The space in front of them was separated, and their reflections appeared on their opposite sides.
But what's even weirder is that these reflections seem to be completely real.
They attacked, and the reflections on the opposite side also attacked.
The two attacks collided, and a "rumbling" sound exploded in the air.
For a moment, there was no distinction between top and bottom.
Xu Zimo saw clearly that this Realm Demon Style was actually a move related to space.
It's just that this move utilizes the characteristics of space to the extreme.
It's enough to be false and false, confusing the true with the false.
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"The second one is: the way of illness.
Those who are riddled with karma!"
Then I saw blood emanating from the sky.
The blood energy all over the sky turned into countless streaks of blood.
Every streak of blood is like a cause and effect.
At this moment, blood surrounded everyone under the mountain.
Birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable for all living things and are the final destination of their return.
At this moment, he is riddled with disease, his vitality is stripped away, and his breath of death comes.
Xu Zimo was slightly startled, this disease's behavior was even more domineering.
It ignores all defenses and deprives others of their lives.
"Three: Earth Demon's Style,
The catastrophe of all.”
As the soaring spear in the man's hand danced down again.
I saw countless dense cracks on the ground, extending in all directions.
Earthquakes, volcanoes erupt, and tsunamis wave away.
Hurricanes, tornadoes, landslides, and mudslides swept across the country.
The man at this moment seemed to be the embodiment of all disasters.
He controls all disasters, and countless disasters come swarming at a moment's notice.
The power of nature carries endless roar.
Xu Zimo knew that this was the power of heaven and earth and could not be stopped by humans.
Mastering the power of all heaven and earth is the way of the earth demon.
At this moment, these coalition forces and alliances below have been defeated.
The man is fighting alone.
The injuries on his body were getting worse and worse, but he didn't care at all.
"Demon" is divided into ten movements. The man demonstrated it over and over again, and Xu Zimo took the trouble to watch it carefully.
"Fourth: The style of the devil,
God tests the way.
Five: The style of human and demon,
The annihilation of all things.
Sixth: Demonic style,
The essence of wood, stone, and beasts.
Seventh: The style of the evil spirit,
Those who disturb gods in dreams.
Eighth: Yang Demon's style,
The family members block the way.
Nine said: Demonic style,
Those who are wronged souls and evil spirits.
Chapter 10: The style of gods and demons,
The one who destroys heaven and earth."
When this movement is performed, one can see that the heaven and earth at this moment have already been reversed, and the sky is turbulent.
Endless storms swept across.
The sky collapsed, the earth cracked, and everything became silent.
All surrounding creatures were annihilated and disappeared into thin air.
However, the man continued to use it again and again, as if he was tireless.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Zimo watched the man's evolution.
He only felt many blurry reflections appearing in front of his eyes.
The man's figure shrank infinitely, and then turned into words.
These words reveal extremely strong evil spirits.
Connected together, they form a whole new chapter.
This article rushed into Xu Zimo's mind and was imprinted in his memory.
Reflecting the evil spirit that reaches the sky.
Every form leads directly to the profound truth of the great road and to the truth on the other side.
Xu Zimo felt that his consciousness entered darkness.
He evolves these moves in infinite reincarnations.
Direct access to the other side of the moves, the most thorough penetration of the secrets.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was just a short period of time.
Or perhaps, centuries have passed.
Xu Zimo feels that he has experienced too many different artistic conceptions.
He was up and down for a long time, drifting in the endless darkness.
It seems that this man passed his experience and artistic conception to Xu Zimo to experience.
Xu Zimo's aura suddenly became stronger and weaker.
It seems to be going through countless reincarnations.
When he opened his eyes and woke up, he saw that he was lying in endless darkness.
The body floats in the dark mid-air with no direction or destination.
He stood up slowly, feeling dizzy in his head.
A memory was forced in.
This memory is about the combat technique called "Demon".
This combat skill does not require much proficiency to use.
The most important thing is enlightenment.
Able to understand the artistic conception of each move.
The deeper the artistic conception of enlightenment, the greater the power it can use.
Xu Zimo raised his head and put the combat skills behind his mind for the time being.
Because right in front of his sight, the man stood there calmly in his shirt.
"You're awake, Demon Lord," the man said calmly.
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.
"I am the Demon Lord, and you are also the Demon Lord,"
The man said with a smile.
"But strictly speaking, I am me and you are you.
Although we bear the same identity and the same fate.
But we are two completely different people.
I don’t want to be you, and you don’t want to be me either.”
"I don't quite understand," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"As you said, my thoughts are even more confused."
"It's no good knowing too much now," the man said, shaking his head.
"You will understand later that there is no ill will between us.
Okay, you've got what I left for you.
I just hope that you in this generation can really overturn everything."
As the man's words fell, his figure began to disappear little by little.
"Devil Lord, your destiny is waiting for you not far away.
Break him!
A cage cannot contain a bird whose every feather is filled with freedom.
The me then, the you now.
We have been working hard for generations.
How about stepping on this piece of sky under your feet?"
The man was laughing wildly, and the laughter echoed in this silent space, making it particularly harsh.
This chapter has been completed!
