"Let's go? Haha, Ao Guang, don't you think you still have the final say here? Have you asked me?"
Baozi snorted and said disdainfully.
Ao Guang glared at him, and then stopped talking. Although this silly dog said it crudely, the fact was true.
Now that Mo Ji is in Baozi's hands, she still owes him a bad debt that she has yet to repay. No matter from which aspect, Baozi has to make the decision.
Mo Lihai didn't express anything about this. Even the nervous and frightened expression just now gradually faded away. He even laughed when he saw Baozi and Ao Guang quarreling. His voice became louder and louder, and finally he helped
Waist pointed at Baozi and Ao Guang, laughing crazily.
Seeing his appearance, Baozi and Ao Guang looked at each other, and then launched an offensive at the same time, without any reservation, heading straight towards the magic sea.
With a huge momentum, dragon-shaped water waves and earth-yellow demonic nets directly pressed on the Demonic Sea.
The sea of magic gifts was like grains of sand in the dust. It showed no resistance at all and was just hit by Baozi and Ao Guang's joint attack.
However, what surprised them both was that even if the attack from the Demon Sea hit him, he still laughed unabated, as if the attack didn't hit him.
This laughter immediately stunned Baozi and Ao Guang. Looking at him like this, Baozi couldn't care about that much. He stepped up with the power of a foot on the sky, crushing the void in front of Molihai directly, along with
The armor of the Demonic Sea turned directly into powder.
Molihai showed his chest full of scars, and his smile gradually stopped. There was a faint shadow on the corner of his mouth, as if to tell Baozi, your attack is far worse than my scars.
When Ao Guang saw the scar on his chest, he naturally thought of the original Battle of the Gods.
As generals of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, the Demon brothers were quite famous. If they had not been plotted by others, they would not have ended up dead and transformed into gods.
Suddenly, Ao Guang suddenly remembered something: why were the four brothers of the Demon Family killed by someone in the first place.
"No, go back quickly!!!"
Ao Guangda shouted, grabbed the bun, and hid in the Crystal Palace.
Molihai's eyes were red, and his whole body was filled with black energy. He raised one hand high and sneered:
"Remember? It's too late!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ji suddenly flew towards his palm. No matter how Baozi tried to stop her, she could not withstand the powerful impact.
Mo Lihai, who held Mo Ji in his arms, grabbed it with his other hand. The four strings of the jade pipa that had disappeared without a trace reappeared in his hand. He slapped Mo Ji hard, and the four strings turned out to be
Slowly integrated into her body.
The changes on the field were so sudden that Baozi and Ao Guang had no time to stop them. Strong rays of light covered Mo Ji's body, and Mo Lihai's voice came out from the light:
"Let me tell you a secret, my daughter died during the Conferred Gods War, hahahahahaha!!!"
With a sense of madness, Mo Lihai's eyes slowly turned from red to black, and the black energy around him gradually concentrated, as if he was wearing a set of black armor.
His armor was crushed by the steamed stuffed bun and his upper body was naked, but he instantly put on the "armor" again.
"Thum, thump, thump, thump!"
Four magical sounds penetrated the strong light and came straight to Baozi and Ao Guang.
Without any time to think, Baozi used the demon pill and used the majestic core power of the East China Sea to resist the terrifying demonic sound. However, the demonic sound did not seem to be a human voice and did not care about the demonic pill's resistance at all, passing directly through the demonic pill.
The defensive range ran towards Baozi's Niwan Palace.
When Ao Guang saw this, he shouted loudly, grabbed the bun, spun it around, and threw the bun aside.
Baozi dodged, but Ao Guang was not so lucky. He didn't even care about the three magic sounds behind him and went straight to Ao Guang Niwan.
"Ah!!! No!!!"
Ao Guang's calm sea of consciousness seemed to be torn apart. After the magic sound penetrated, it set off a violent storm, giving him the feeling that it was like the creation of Pangu, creating a strong sense of tearing.
When Baozi saw Ao Guang like this, his heart went cold. It seemed that the strength of this magic gift sea had increased again.
If this continues, even if the two of them join forces, they may not be his opponent.
"What's wrong, Ao Guang? Are you going to give up?"
"Ao Guang, you can't do it either. If I leave the East China Sea to you, can you still do it?"
"Ao Guang, you promised us to protect the East China Sea. Is this how you protect it?"
In the sea of consciousness, countless voices sounded, making Ao Guang struggle. The countless dragons that had generously died before now gathered around him and kept talking to him.
At the end, even Ao Yi and Ao Tong joined in, scolding Ao Guang in various ways:
"Father, didn't you decide to separate yourself from the Demon Slayer Division? Didn't you already want to break up with the Heavenly Court? Why is this happening?"
"Grandpa, I sacrificed myself for the Dragon Clan, can't you even do this little thing?"
Yes, can’t I even do this little thing?
Torn apart violently, Ao Guang began to examine himself, where should Donghai go, and where should he go?
His lifespan was running low, and coupled with the previous injuries and the exhaustion of desperately trying to reach the Taiyi realm, even without the four-stringed magic sound, he probably wouldn't be able to last long.
What is the value of living such a meaningless life?
Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the soul-capturing knife spit out by Baozi, and his heart exploded.