In the night, amid the colorful rain-like light above the Grave Ghost Hill, Zuo Mo's figure with open arms looked like a king looking down on his territory. His condescending arrogance and calmness in controlling everything naturally emanated from that frozen time.
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Even the brilliant light cannot cover up his brilliance.
At the moment when time seemed to freeze, a bloody palm print quietly froze in the air.
Even if it is quietly concentrated in the air, the delicate and bright red palm prints can still make people clearly feel the strong and ferocious aura it exudes!
[Demon God’s Barbaric Palm]!
No one would have thought that the [Devil God's Barbaric Palm], which was pulling the vitality of the world, overwhelming the earth, and causing violent force like a tsunami, was actually just this ordinary-sized, delicate and bright red palm print!
When the magic pattern below lit up, warning signs suddenly arose in the heart of the Rhino Horn Demon God. However, what happened next was far beyond his imagination.
Full of destructive power, as violent as a tsunami, it is still without any buffer.
He was even stunned for a moment when he saw [Demon God's Barbaric Palm] stopping quietly in the air.
How can this be?
Even if his [Demon God's Barbaric Palm] was blocked, even if [Demon God's Barbaric Palm] was destroyed by the opponent's magic, he was not so surprised. The strange sudden stillness in front of him was too much beyond his understanding.
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Zuo Mo opened his arms, and suddenly a ball of light burst out of his eyes.
He swung his right arm lightly, waved his hands freely, and shouted in his mouth: "Turn."
The crowd around them suddenly woke up, and Zuo Mo's voice seemed to ring in their hearts.
I saw the colorful light rain above the Grave Ghost Hill, slowly rotating around Zuo Mo. The runes and magic patterns floating in the air seemed to suddenly wake up, and they shuttled around endlessly.
When the millions of bright patterns are constantly rotating among each other, everyone's expressions change with horror. Countless light marks appear and disappear. Even those who are proficient in magic patterns can't see the slightest pattern in them!
too complicated!
However, at this time, no one had time to exclaim. The highly skilled people immediately discovered that a looming figure was revealed in the light rain.
Great devil!
No matter how stupid you are, you can guess this person's identity at this time.
The Great Demon God was complaining in his heart at this time. The restriction in front of him was extremely weird. The runes and magic patterns floating around him each released different powers. These powers were mixed and superimposed together, like a quagmire of power. He actually
Can't move!
No matter what magic he uses, he will become one with this strange quagmire of power!
Damn it!
The sickle pattern on the face of the Great Demon God is bright red, showing the anger in his heart at this time. But he is also an extremely decisive person. He knows that he can no longer succeed today, and self-preservation is the most important thing at the moment. He makes a prompt decision and uses divine power to protect his body.
Live throughout the body.
At this moment, the magic runes around him suddenly moved and flowed, and he suddenly felt suffocated and his whole body tightened.
Countless turbulent flows of power revolved around him, constantly cutting, twisting, and grinding him. This power consumed the divine power in his body at an alarming rate, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free!
It was only then that he finally understood the true meaning of this prohibition.
Use enough power to confuse the trickle and turn the entire restricted area into a power tomb. Any power in this tomb will be differentiated and assimilated.
As if confirming his imagination, the bright and bloody palm print above his head quickly melted, became smaller, and disappeared.
What kind of pervert would come up with such a perverted method!
The anger in the Great Demon God's eyes finally disappeared, replaced by a trace of fear. He knew the true meaning of the restriction, but he still didn't understand how Laughing Mogo controlled these staggering amounts of power flow.
The pressure coming from around him is getting bigger and bigger, and the speed of divine power consumption is increasing. The Great Demon God knows that if he doesn't make a decision, he is afraid that he will sink into this perverted restriction forever.
A fierce look suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he bit his tongue suddenly. The sickle pattern on his face suddenly changed from bright red to gray, and his plump cheeks became shriveled and thin, which was extremely strange.
He stared at Zuo Mo fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Laughing Mo Ge, this hatred is irreconcilable!"
Before he finished speaking, his body slowly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye until it disappeared into nothingness.
As soon as the Great Demon God tried his best, the Rhino Horn Demon God felt something in his heart. Apart from being horrified, he also reacted very quickly. He knew that this operation was a complete failure.
Laughing Mogo is more powerful than they imagined!
He looked deeply at the young man in the colorful light and rain with lingering fear, and felt a sense of joy in his heart. Fortunately, he did not fall into this fatal restriction.
Before the others had recovered, he suddenly appeared behind Usiyak, picked up Usiyak, and his left arm suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, covering the two of them.
The blood mist dissipated, and the two figures disappeared.
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The fighting on the ground did not affect the underground.
The battle underground was equally fierce. The Black Gold Talisman Soldiers and the Fire Skeletons fought extremely fiercely. The Black Gold Talisman Soldiers, whose strength had greatly increased, should have firmly gained the upper hand. However, the Fire Skeletons had the advantage of being at home, and there were some peculiarities in themselves, so the situation became deadlocked.
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This made the Black Gold Talisman extremely unhappy, and the entire altar echoed with the Black Gold Talisman Soldier's screams and endless nonsense.
"You wretched fire-bone, I can smell the moldy stench of your buttocks. You've been buried for so many years. Aren't you willing to accept it? Obediently let me go over and over to you. You can still accumulate some merits.
In your belly is the blessing you have accumulated over many lifetimes. How many beautiful beasts can only dream of it, come and come..."
In his eyes, the Fire Skull with pure spiritual power was like a braised pork ribs exuding an alluring aroma. His endless chatter was punctuated by the clear sound of swallowing saliva.
The Fire Skull itself has a high IQ and roars angrily from time to time.
Suddenly, the fire skeleton's body froze, and a palm shrouded in purple light penetrated its forehead. All the flames disappeared quickly, and the luster of the bones suddenly dimmed.
Snapped!
The skeleton immediately turned into a meal of bone powder and scattered all over the ground.
The purple fire in the ghost's eyes was astonishingly bright, as if it was about to burst out. The divine power of death in the fire skull was infinitely more powerful and purer than the ghost general they encountered outside. The ghost general's divine power
Like a thin stream, the magical power of the fire skull is like a raging river.
The expression of the black gold talisman soldier is about to cry.
The braised pork ribs are flying!
"Ahhhh! You all come out here..." The grief-stricken black gold talisman soldier turned around, yelled and rushed towards the high platform in the center of the altar.
Bang bang bang!
The other three statues shattered immediately, and three monsters appeared in front of him. A goat-headed monster, a minotaur, and an eagle monster.
The black gold talisman soldier was not afraid, but his eyes shone brightly and he shouted: "What's mine, everything is mine!"
Zuo Mo, who entered through the entrance of the cave, almost stumbled when he heard these words, feeling extremely ashamed: How come this tune is so similar to my brother?
After the threat from the Demon Temple was lifted, Zuo Mo immediately relaxed. The power of [Forbidden Sky] made him feel relieved. It was only then that he realized that the ghost was missing. He was shocked and hurriedly came down to look for it.
Seeing that the ghost was safe and sound, a stone fell from his heart.
When he cast his gaze towards the high platform in the center of the altar, his body couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly!
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The shadow of the fight that happened a few days ago seems to be gradually fading in people's hearts. One party in the fight has been confirmed to be a Kunlun sword cultivator, and his cultivation is close to the return to void stage, casting a shadow over this peaceful city.
Kunlun!
Even in the demon world, no one does not know it. No matter how much the demons hate it, they cannot help but admit its power. Contrary to the collapse of the Xuankong Temple and the decline of the Xixuan Sun, Kunlun has become stronger and more feared.
Lin Qian, who was born out of nowhere and was extremely talented, was the most outstanding successor. The internal regiment was abnormal, and Kunlun was more terrifying than other sects.
Even the demons far away from the battle line can't help but change their expressions when talking about Kunlun.
However, there have been too many hot news during this period, attracting people's attention. The Demon Temple's heavy defeat in Grave Ghost Hill is the hottest topic at the moment. The Demon Temple was once considered to be the most likely to gather demons.
One of the forces.
However, no one cares about losers.
The entire devil world is discussing a name, Laughing Mogo, the rising Laughing Mogo!
Xiao Yunhai is Laughing Moge. Although the major forces have a tacit agreement to keep it secret, the great devil's roar before retreating made this incident known to everyone. If we say that the previous Laughing Moge can only be regarded as a younger generation
The top strong man in the world, the rising star, absolutely no one thinks so now.
No one cared about the fight a few days ago.
No one knew that an extremely fierce battle was taking place deep underground outside the city.
Thirty miles underground, there is a blood cocoon about the height of a person.
Blood seeped out from the God-killing Blood Sword, flowed to the blood cocoon, and penetrated into Wei Sheng's body along the channels of the blood cocoon. Wei Sheng's previous blood flowed out along other channels and seeped into the God-killing Blood Sword.
There is not a drop of his own blood in Wei Sheng's body.
Every drop of blood is the blood that the God-killing Blood Sword drank after beheading strong men. For countless years, it drank the blood of countless strong men.
This blood is the blood of true heroes. It contains the strength, belief, resentment, etc. of these strong men during their lifetimes. It is also full of surprisingly pure power.
Every drop is like poison.
If it were another person, any drop would be extremely fatal. How powerful are the beliefs of these strong men. In the face of their powerful beliefs, the souls of ordinary people will immediately turn into ashes. In the end, there is only one result, that is, they will explode and die.
Wei Sheng is not dead, even if all the blood in his body is replaced by the poisonous blood of heroes.
Because he is Wei Sheng. His strength may not be strong enough, but his will is by no means inferior to anyone else!
His body became a battlefield
——Every inch of the battlefield is extremely tragic, a battlefield where you either suffer or die.
