Chapter 188: A monster like you will not live long!
The sky and the earth are silent, ink rain is flying, and the rich dark purple mist is rolling in from the corner of the sky and the earth.
All the women could sense that in the deepest part of the poisonous mist, there was an unfathomable aura slowly awakening.
The already weak purple-gold light and shadow saw in despair that in the center of the purple mist, another evil nine-story ancient pagoda quietly emerged.
And on top of the nine-story ancient pagoda was a misty figure.
Different from the two young men before, the figure who appeared now was covered in a silver-black cloak. Not only his appearance, but even his gender could not be judged.
In addition, there were dazzling silver ornaments hung on his silver-black cloak. These silver ornaments made a tinkling sound when blown by the evil wind, but they did not give people the slightest sense of etherealness. Instead, they seemed more and more...
Provoking mystery and depression.
Vaguely, it can be noticed that the figure under the cloak is also wearing a mask, and under the mask is a pair of indifferent eyes.
The emotionless eyes passed through the poisonous mist and landed on the purple-gold light and shadow, which was horrifying.
"Roar--!"
A fierce dragon roar suddenly sounded.
The purple mist rolled, and nine ferocious poisonous dragons soared out of it, then turned into nine long swords emitting poisonous light, and rushed towards the clone transformed by the purple-gold light and shadow. They looked unstoppable, as if they were going to kill him alive.
penetrate.
The expression of the blood-colored figure who had just been differentiated changed dramatically, and he hurriedly formed a seal with one hand. The nine dragons and nine phoenixes beside him immediately began to squirm, and blood spurted out, directly forming a blood seal that stretched for thousands of meters.
The aura on the blood seal was extremely vicissitudes of life, as if it had experienced countless catastrophes of life and death, exuding a violent and terrifying wave that shook the heavens and the earth.
Dragon and Phoenix Seal of Sorrow!
The power carried by this blood seal is no weaker than the sun and moon magical power used by Zijin Guangying before.
However, in the face of his resistance, the figure hidden in the silver-black cloak remained calm.
He raised his right hand, and endless purple light condensed in his palm, and then with a sneer, it transformed into an exquisite nine-story pagoda. The pagoda looked exactly the same as the nine-story ancient pagoda at its feet.
Immediately, the pagoda soared into the sky, rising in the wind, and accompanied by violent roars one after another, the exquisite pagoda turned into thousands of meters in size, like a sky-high peak, suspended in the sky.
A huge shadow enveloped the world, making the face of the purple-gold light become paler.
Just because——such a scene does not only happen in this part of the battlefield.
In the sky, pure white, blood red, and dark purple, the three ancient towers complement each other, exuding faint light, affecting countless violent energies of heaven and earth.
Huge tornadoes formed rapidly around the three pagodas.
"boom--!"
With a terrifying loud noise, three sky-high pagodas roared down together.
The next moment, the bottom of the tower, which was emitting various lights, directly enveloped the three lights and shadows.
The women watched the battle unfolding with unblinking eyes.
As the three giant towers fell, the originally majestic purple-gold dragon and divine phoenix immediately let out a shrill scream.
Under the control of the purple-gold light and shadow, they turned into various magical powers and wildly bombarded the interior of the giant tower.
However, facing their desperate offensive, the three giant towers remained motionless.
Obviously, at least in a short period of time, they would not be able to escape from it.
And outside these three ancient pagodas, three young men who were embodied by cause and effect made new moves.
Twenty-seven giant dragons slowly entrenched themselves, looking ferociously at the light and shadow imprisoned in the tower. The next moment, they stretched out their huge bodies and swooped down.
"ah--!
!”
This time, the women who were watching the battlefield were shocked to see that the purple and golden light and shadow, who was so arrogant when he appeared on the scene, had his arm ripped off by a giant dragon.
He had a divine body, so no blood flowed out, but the feeling of his divine soul being torn apart was even more painful.
And this is obviously just the beginning.
The three lights and shadows let out increasingly sad screams as the giant dragon took its food.
But Mo Xiaofeng, who had been standing quietly on the nine-story black tower, just stared at the scene in front of him indifferently.
There was no emotion surging in a pair of dark golden eyes.
The Mo River is surging, light rain is flying, the sea of blood is churning, and the poisonous mist is rolling back.
Four young men in different costumes stood in all directions, saying nothing, neither happy nor sad, as if they were just waiting for the death of light and shadow.
Compared with their silence, the wailing scenes in the three ancient towers were daunting.
Between silence and movement, a strong sense of irony came over me.
The woman who was once imprisoned in the Dragon and Phoenix Evil Palace couldn't help but feel confused when she recalled the appearance when the purple-gold light and shadow first appeared.
That unruly figure, like the master of heaven and earth, is now...
So indescribable.
"ah--!
!”
Two more screams were heard, and in the blood red and dark purple ancient tower, the two giant shadows turned into nothingness.
But the purple-gold light and shadow located in the white ancient pagoda is still struggling to support itself.
At this time, he no longer had the courage to look down on the world and turn his hands to make clouds and rain.
Instead, his eyes are empty, his hair is disheveled, and he has no momentum at all.
He knew that there was no chance of him surviving. Looking at the young man standing quietly in the ink rain from beginning to end, he suddenly smiled.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The laughter was heartbreaking, but it also revealed an unspeakable sadness.
The woman watching the battle below followed suit.
The remaining purple-gold light and shadow looked at Mo Xiaofeng with a ferocious expression, and said in a sharp voice:
"Ruthless, desireless, heartless... cold, arrogant, world-weary... a monster like you... will not live long!
!
!”
"Hahahaha, I'm waiting for you in Hades——!
!”
The sound dissipated, and the white ancient pagoda was empty.
The women raised their eyes to look at the young man in the rain, only to find that he still did not waver at all about the purple and gold light and shadow's last words.
A pair of dark golden eyes, like the deep night sky, revealing the indifference in the tranquility.
“Buzz——!”
The three pagodas rose from the ground, turned into precious light, and fell into the hands of the three young people again.
At this moment, Mo Xiaofeng gently raised his right hand, and an illusory furnace quietly appeared from his hand.
Red lines are all over the dark furnace, illusory mist is gently lingering, and the bloody red light is faintly visible as the furnace lid shakes.
Following his movements, the exquisite pagodas in the hands of the three young men in the distance quickly came to him.
Somehow, something seemed to be transferred from the three pagodas to the furnace.
The furnace rotated slightly, and a purple-gold crystal ball suddenly appeared in Mo Xiaofeng's hand.
Immediately afterwards, the sharp-eyed girls saw that the crystal ball turned into clear liquid in Mr. Mo's hands, and then slowly seeped into his body.
"Did he absorb that guy directly..."
A flash of astonishment flashed across Lin Yueyao's pretty face, she looked sideways at Murong Xinlan and asked for confirmation.
"I guess so."
Murong Xinlan smiled lightly, her charming face was like a flower fairy in the mountains who did not care about worldly things, full of moving and ethereal color.
The casual way of writing made it seem as if Mr. Mo was not absorbing a person's soul, but sipping a cup of tea.
Lin Yueyao was slightly startled when she saw her calm expression. Just as she was about to say something, a crisp phoenix call came from the sky.
All the women present looked over.
Between the sky and the earth where the ink rain continued, nine black phoenixes whose bodies were made of ink were fluttering. The mysterious and ancient fluctuations, carrying a noble and majestic air, spread overwhelmingly and enveloped the world.