He is not an idiot. Let's not talk about what Mo Xiaolang is capable of. Long Chen, who can defeat Di Jun, has the power to compete with the god. He is simply not something he can deal with. He is the most terrifying person. What he was afraid of was Long Chen.
So at this moment, he was already covered in cold sweat, especially on top of this ferocious sea of blood.
"I want to beg for mercy, but it's too late. You were too arrogant just now. I don't want to say it a third time. You really want to get out of here. Defeating me is the only way. Either you have the ability to kidnap me, or my brother will give in." Well, remember, you have only one choice, which is to fight me openly."
The Peony God Son understood.
"It seems that you use me as a tool to train you."
"If you weren't so disgusting, no one would target you."
"I really just need to defeat you."
Since it is a training tool, it is easy for the Peony God Son to figure out that Long Chen wants Mo Xiaolang to have a fair fight with him, so all he has to do is defeat Mo Xiaolang, which is not easy...even, The kidnapping that Mo Xiaolang mentioned might be his only way out.
"You underestimate me too."
After thinking about it, Mudan Shenzi smiled. To be honest, he was only afraid of Long Chen, not Mo Xiaolang. Over the years, he had fought countless God Emperors, and the one he was least afraid of was the God Emperor.
Above the sea of blood, the Peony Son of God, dressed in colorful clothes, and Mo Xiaolang, who was dressed in black and had cold eyes, faced each other. The aura of chaos swept across the Chaos Demon Sword. The Demon Sword was ferocious, always ready to tear apart the opponent's will.
At that moment, the Peony God Son sneered and spread his hands. Since he had decided to fight, he would naturally go all out. Now countless peony flowers were surrounding him, extremely beautiful. In this bloody world of death, the Peony God Son was stunned. A world of flowers has opened up, and it feels like emerging from the mud but not stained.
On the other hand, Mo Xiaolang, the Chaos Demon Sword, and the black demonic energy are simply the evil among the evils compared with the Peony Son of God. The good and evil of the two are clear at a glance, but it is a pity that what the eyes see is not everything. What seems to be justice is actually killing hundreds of millions for selfish desires. All living beings are none other than the Son of the Peony God.
"Huazu."
The Peony Goddess gave a sweet shout.
On his palm, a gorgeous peony flower appeared, spinning in his hand. It contained a terrifying power that was no less than that of the Chaos Demon Sword. This was the Flower Ancestor, and it was an eternal-level artifact of creation.
This should be the artifact of creation that God Son Peony wants to repair, but in fact the damage is only a little bit, which does not affect the battle at all. For this reason, he has to use billions of living beings to fill it.
"Choose to fight with me and hone yourself. That is the biggest mistake of your life."
"Kid, you are not even qualified to talk to me. The only thing I admire is your big brother."
It's better to say it's admiration than awe.
Mudan Shenzi was really angry. He didn't expect that a seemingly insignificant action would put him in such a situation.
"These shameless people always take the moral high ground to condemn others. Ordinary living beings are originally insignificant ants. How can the lives of trillions of living beings be compared with a God Emperor? They dare to say that they have not crushed these Creatures.”
The anger in the heart of the Son of God Peony was no less than that of Mo Xiaolang.
When he is furious, he will naturally attack with the most ferocity.
"A feast of flowers."
At this moment, it seemed that the entire world of death was occupied by countless flowers, surrounded by an endless sea of flowers with no end. The Peony Son of God built a sea of flowers across the sea of blood, trapping Mo Xiaolang here. in.
The rules of the Feast of Flowers are activated.
Suddenly, the entire sea of flowers was changing. Countless flowers exploded and turned into a large number of petals. Those petals came together and were originally transformed into rules. The lethality of the rules now formed, in the entire sea of flowers, countless The petals were like blades, killing Mo Xiaolang.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The dead space is stable, otherwise it will be cut off.
Mo Xiaolang's chaotic demon sword directly burned three kinds of ancestral fires. When the three ancestral fires come together, they are a destructive force. Moreover, these three flames are mutually exclusive, which makes Mo Xiaolang unable to There are no rules. Just the three kinds of ancestral fire, coupled with the creation power of the Chaos Demon Sword, and the power of the Heavenly Emperor's Sun Refining Technique, form a terrifying power.
Dang Dang Dang.
Facing this feast of flowers, Mo Xiaolang didn't have to back down at all, he charged directly towards the countless petal attacks. His Chaos Demon Sword was very fast. Once those petal rules came close, he would kill them directly with extremely powerful force. broken.
Bang bang bang.
Countless huge petals exploded into powder and exploded around Mo Xiaolang, forming an incomparably beautiful color that never dispersed.
Boom boom boom.
Mo Xiaolang's flaming sword shadow moved forward with majestic momentum. The feast of flowers was shattered in front of his eyes. He quickly approached the Peony God Son, which made the Peony God Son frown slightly.
"This kid is quite powerful. He can't even handle the Feast of Flowers."
He controlled the flower ancestor, and the flower ancestor turned into a huge flower, spinning above his head, and every ray of light condensed into petals.
This is the violent collision between the petals and the chaotic demon sword.
boom.
Mo Xiaolang coldly cut off the last petal. He had already reached the eyes of the Peony God Son, and slashed it with the power of the third level of ancestral fire with the Chaos Demon Sword.
"Fantasy Flowers."
At this moment, the Peony God Son did not panic, but instead gave a sly smile. At this time, Hua Zu stood in front of Mo Xiaolang and changed again. At this moment, nine colors of light were born on Hua Zu, and in an instant, the entire sea of blood They were all surrounded by this light, and the powder formed from the previously chopped petals shone in the sea of flowers.
The Son of God Peony had disappeared before Mo Xiaolang's eyes.
"Illusion." Mo Xiaolang's estimate was correct. It was a kind of illusion, a dreamy field of flowers. Everything was changing, and all kinds of temptations emerged in endlessly. Countless peony gods appeared around, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false. He knew in his heart that if this continued If you do, you will definitely be defeated.
"As expected, he is worthy of being ranked ninth on the list of God Emperors. He is very capable."
They are much stronger than the Changsheng Emperor and his group of people.
However, his eyes soon turned blood red, and the three kinds of ancestral fire on his body surged and swept across him. No matter what illusion it was, under the burst of ancestral fire, there was no place for the Peony God to hide.
In an instant, three kinds of ancestral fire swept the world.
The entire world of death, with a sea of blood below and exploding three-color flames above.
Hot, cold, purifying.
Boom.
The dreamy flower bush is broken.
But at this time, it seemed that it was the moment that the Peony God Son had been waiting for a long time to attack. When the dreamy flower bush broke, he suddenly appeared on top of Mo Xiaolang's head.
"Flower of the Past, die."
A powerful rule is probably the most powerful method of the Peony God Son. Under his control, the Flower Ancestor appeared on top of Mo Xiaolang's head. Suddenly, the flower completely turned into gray. The sky was filled with countless forces of death, descending towards Mo Xiaolang from top to bottom.
The gray color is spreading continuously. A slight contamination means death. It cannot be shaken off at all. The Peony God Son has disappeared. In fact, he has become one with Huazu.
Obviously, the Peony God Son has been preparing for a long time to end this battle.
At that moment, Mo Xiaolang's eyes turned cold. He did not dodge, but held the Chaos Demon Sword with both hands. At this moment, the three-color ancestral fire on the Chaos Demon Sword surged, instantly forming an extremely huge three-color flame ball, which became more and more intense. Big, infinitely huge, such a huge flame ball is like the sun, refining the sun, and when the flower of rebirth arrives, it erupts regularly.
"Refining the Sun Emperor's Fire."
This is the rule that Di Jun once used to attack Long Chen. After being swallowed by Mo Xiaolang, it became Mo Xiaolang's. This was Di Jun's final attainment in the way of flames. It was then used by Mo Xiaolang with three kinds of ancestors. After the fire was transformed, even Long Chen was looking forward to the power it created.
When the Flower of Rebirth arrived, the Sun-Refining Emperor's Fire erupted, and from bottom to top, the light shone in the realm of death for a moment, completely suppressing the light of the Flower of Rebirth.
Gray, engulfed in three-color flames.
Boom.
That earth-shattering explosion directly caused the entire Death World to tremble, and countless seawater in the Blood Sea was squeezed to the edge of the Death World.
Earth-shaking.
The divine power of the Sun-Refining Emperor Fire is actually not far behind what Emperor Jun displayed back then. Although Mo Xiaolang is slightly inferior to him in terms of power, there are three kinds of ancestral fire after all.
"Well……"
When everything was gone, Peony God's body was charred black, and even his pink hair was burned away. The flower ancestor in his hand was even more damaged, and he was almost dying. He looked at Mo Xiaolang in a dull manner above the sea of blood. , in his opinion, the person next to Long Chen is also a monster.
Mo Xiaolang used his absolute strength to crush him. Mudan Shenzi undoubtedly wanted to win, but so far, it was his disastrous defeat. Mo Xiaolang cracked his heavy attacks and gave him a Heavy damage.
The ancestral fire has passed, and now the Peony God Son is completely scorched black.
But Mo Xiaolang was in front of him, not hurt at all.
At this moment, Mo Xiaolang was holding the Chaos Demon Sword, the aura of chaos was filling the air, and his long black hair was flying, giving him the feeling of an unparalleled evil god.
"die."
At this moment, the defeated Peony God Son suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes. It seemed that he was not completely defeated. Sure enough, at this moment, when he was holding Huazu in distress, he suddenly threw a black talisman from his left hand. .
This is actually an eternal level artifact.
His second eternal-level artifact was the last hope of the Son of God Peony. This was also the time when Mo Xiaolang thought he had been defeated and was most unprepared.
"Little Wolf."
"knew."
Long Chen reminded him.
"Buzhou Mountain Talisman."
On the other side, the Peony God Son controlled the Buzhou Mountain talisman. The talisman descended on Mo Xiaolang's head. Suddenly, an extremely huge black mountain appeared behind the talisman.
Gods and Demons Buzhou Mountain.
The weight of terror.
It seems that the power of this eternal-level creation artifact lies in its weight.
"Crush it." Mudan Shenzi was very excited. This was his ultimate trump card and his life-saving trick.
The magic talisman of Buzhou Mountain comes in shock.