The ancestor of the undead stayed in that open space, surrounded by darkness. He wanted to use his magic power, but he couldn't. He wanted to leave here, but he didn't know how to leave...
Soon, the day passed!
Three days have passed...
Thirty days have passed...
Mo Yu never showed up.
The ancestor of the undead was anxious and frantic, but he still forced himself to calm down. He was a monk, and what a monk is best at is making friends with time. Of course, everyone likes to meditate on their own, rather than being forced to meditate.
The ancestor of the undead felt that something was wrong, but at this time he had no choice but to sit cross-legged and begin to understand his surroundings.
This realization immediately brought him back to the feeling of staying in the Undead Star Stone. He had stayed in the Undead Star Stone for who knows how many years, constantly absorbing the essence of the undead... Those years were lonely.
And long!
The reason why he is so afraid of death is because he has been alone for too long. After he became powerful, he did not want to dominate the world, he just wanted to consolidate his position and enjoy life!
But now, he seems to have been beaten back to his original shape by Mo Yu!
"Damn it!" The ancestor of the undead was suddenly furious. As a result, he could not calm down.
After a long time, he calmed down his emotions and forced himself to calm down.
He began to carefully perceive the emotions around him, the aura of the devil, and the passage of time.
The aura of the devil surrounded him like a thick fog.
He wanted to take the devil's energy into his body, but no matter how he drove it, the devil's energy ignored his summons. In the past, when he summoned the devil's energy, it was as simple as a mortal absorbing air or reaching for the water glass in front of him.
But now it was like he was trapped in a nightmare. Even though the water glass was right in front of him, he couldn't reach out his hand.
"Damn it, damn it!" The ancestor of the undead was furious again.
My mind is confused again...
"Calm down, calm down!" The ancestor of the undead forced himself to be quiet again.
Time continues to pass...
Soon, a year passed.
The ancestor of the undead felt as if he had been exiled.
Now he truly understood what the boy said, he couldn't live and he couldn't die!
If you are trapped in this place without hope, you will really have no hope of survival or death!
"I have an immortal body and a world of demons, and now I am trapped by this kid like this... What is the problem? Is this trapping me in my own inner demons?
Yes, inner demons, get rid of inner demons!"
The ancestor of the undead began to think, and finally, he became completely silent!
"The inner demon is fear. I have understood such a simple truth a long time ago. I didn't expect that I would be tricked by this kid this time, but everything should be over by now." The ancestor of the undead suddenly opened his eyes, and everything happened.
All returned to reality.
He himself is still sitting in the Tiansheng Palace, surrounded by the aura of heavenly demons.
Mo Yu stood in the center of the main hall of Tiansheng Palace.
The ancestor of the undead looked at Mo Yu and said, "Your inner demon has been broken. What other tricks do you have?"
Mo Yu's eyes were indifferent and he said: "If you want to know, then just keep taking action!"
The ancestor of the undead is also a master who refuses to admit defeat. He thought that the first time was because of those troublemakers of Yuan Sheng, so he fell into the trap. The second time was because of his own inner demons... Then this third time, how about you?
Any tips?
So, with a sharp look in his eyes, he said, "Humph, are you still afraid of me?" After saying that, he took action again.
Mo Yu stood motionless, letting the hands of the demon from the ancestor of the undead capture her.
Afterwards, under the explosive attack from the hands of the demon, her body once again exploded into the energy of the demon.
This time, the ancestor of the undead came to the dark clearing with Mo Yu.
The beam of light shines down...
Mo Yu is dressed in white and is as gentle as snow. He is a good young man as gentle as jade.
The ancestor of the undead snorted and said: "Are you doing this again?"
Mo Yu sneered and said, "You've been fooled!"
The expression of the ancestor of the undead suddenly changed.
Mo Yu suddenly gathered his magic power, and the fist in his hand turned into a huge demon fist, and then he attacked the ancestor of the undead.
The ancestor of the undead kept retreating, and suddenly found that he was completely unable to use his magic power.
That day, when the Demonic God was about to kill him, fear suddenly arose in his heart, and he suddenly turned his back on his life and ran away...
There was a whistling wind from behind, as if it was going to crush him at any moment.
The ancestor of the undead was halfway out when he suddenly realized that he had been fooled, so he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes in trance.
Bang!
At this moment, a fist hit him firmly in the face.
Suddenly, my head was buzzing and blood was flowing from my nose.
"What the hell are you doing?" The ancestor of the undead found strangely that he was bleeding and feeling pain. He seemed to have become an ordinary person.
He opened his eyes and saw Mo Yu standing in front of him.
At this time, Mo Yu kicked him again.
The ancestor of the undead was not very good at close combat. He turned over quickly, but before he had time to dodge, he was kicked by Mo Yu again and his whole body flew away.
