Chapter 390 You Mosaic gods and humans are so rude, like
God-Shura posture!
"it's over"
When the huge disk under the sacrificial square was completely activated and the sky-reaching energy beam soared into the sky, this thought passed through the minds of every Mossat leader.
This level of direct energy attack is almost as powerful as the overlord's "Sword of Zenith Judgment".
There is no ultra-long distance energy loss, and the power is even more powerful than the "Sword of Zenith".
Theoretically speaking, it is enough to obliterate the average ninth level.
Although this is the first time this method has been used since the hunting ground was built.
But no one thought that a mere eighth-level peak could survive.
All the energy stored in the disk is consumed, and the blazing and huge energy beam gradually fades away.
When the light beam completely disappeared, only a circular, dark pit remained where the metal square had been.
Everything was vaporized and evaporated in the high-intensity energy waves.
"let's start."
The silver-haired man wearing a diamond mask, who was the leader of more than a dozen thrones, briefly glanced at the huge pit below and said calmly.
The eyes of the other thrones moved slightly, and soon they all began to recite a certain spell silently with a tacit understanding, and weird and awkward syllables came out of their mouths one by one.
This is a sacrificial prayer and the conclusion of this collective hunting ceremony.
The main function is to inform the gods of fighting and hunting in the underworld that they are all involved in this hunt and this sacrifice.
It didn't take long before the "participation speeches" of the throners were finished reciting.
The group of people waited quietly for a while.
But the expected will of the God of Martial Arts and Hunting did not come.
The void was silent, without any ripples.
"what happened?"
A throne member said in confusion, "I don't seem to get any response from the true god."
"Me too."
"What part went wrong?"
The leader's silver-haired man's eyes flickered, he raised his hand to stop everyone's discussion, and said: "Try again."
All the throners stopped talking, without any nonsense, and simply started the second round of closing prayers.
But when they finished reciting for the second time, there was still no response.
The call to the God of Martial Arts and Hunting is like a mud cow entering the sea, without getting any response.
This is a bit outrageous.
Many throne faces showed slight expressions of emotion.
With their level, even if it is not a sacrificial ceremony, they can still get some responses if they try to communicate with the true god under normal circumstances.
current situation
It was as if the supreme God had suddenly completely abandoned them.
Some people are puzzled, some are panicked, and some continue to try to communicate without giving up.
The silver-haired man at the head closed his eyes tightly, and strange fluctuations were unconsciously radiating around him.
A sudden moment.
The silver-haired man's closed eyes suddenly opened.
"wrong!"
"The sacrificial ceremony was not successful."
"This hunt isn't over yet!"
He shouted in a low voice and turned around suddenly.
The thrones behind them, who were still agitated because they could not get a response from the true god, were all startled when they heard these words.
The next moment, a large amount of gray fog poured out of their minds.
In the mist, a figure was watching them silently.
The outline of the figure could not be clearly seen, only a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen.
There was a cold and indifferent light in his eyes.
It's like a hunter holding a shotgun sizing up his prey.
This look was all too familiar to them.
Once upon a time, they looked at others with this look countless times.
But now
It's their turn to be the prey.
"Shua——"
Almost as soon as the silver-haired man finished speaking, a thick bloody light suddenly rushed into the sky and pierced into the group of them like an arrow.
"Bang!"
Before they could react, the ball of blood that shot into the crowd quickly exploded.
It was like exploding into a turbulent sea of blood.
The thick bloody light enveloped everyone in an instant.
In the bloody light, several bloody, thick, non-human arms suddenly poked out.
The ferocious giant claws suddenly grabbed the shoulders or necks of several Thrones who were caught off guard, and then quickly retracted.
"Ho!"
The silver-haired man at the head took action instantly.
His body quickly bloomed with unparalleled light.
The light gathered in his hand, and soon it condensed into an extremely bright diamond spear.
He held the spear and stabbed hard at the protruding position of the bloody giant arm.
The shadow of the God of Martial Arts and Hunting flashed away, and terrifying energy fluctuations came out, followed by a violent shock and explosion.
"Boom!"
There seemed to be thunder flashing in the void, and the surging blood exploded when the silver-haired man's spear poked him.
Only then did all the Mossa thrones react, and their respective golden spears and golden shields appeared in their hands.
They bombarded randomly in all directions, and then quickly dispersed one by one.
After they retreated to a relatively safe position with lingering fear, they looked at the exploding blood.
I saw that the bloody light that had been dispersed by the silver-haired man and them had begun to retract.
These bloody lights gently slapped the void like water, forming a huge bloody vortex.
The blood-colored vortex was flowing silently, and there seemed to be something extremely terrifying contained within it.
Just looking at it gives people an inexplicable feeling of panic.
finally.
"Crack-"
A figure walked out of the bloody vortex.
The moment they saw this figure, the eyelids of everyone on the throne, including the silver-haired man at the head, twitched.
This is a figure about ten meters tall.
The whole body is dark red, and the skin is rough like semi-cooled magma, or like solidified blood.
He has eight thick and exaggerated arms, his fingers are as sharp as knives, and there is a flower-like pattern on his chest.
On his chest, there were cracks as long as a palm, like tightly closed eyes.
There are four heads on its neck.
One of them has normal proportions, with white hair shawl, a bloody vertical line between the eyebrows, a ferocious and coquettish appearance, and a kind of devilish beauty.
The other three have the same appearance, but their eyes are all closed and they are much smaller.
They are all crowded together on the neck, looking like three sarcomas or a string of weird neck ornaments.
This figure's eyes were scarlet, and five of his eight arms were hanging naturally, while the other three were squeezing the necks of the three thrones.
The bloody vortex gradually dissipated and merged into the figure's body bit by bit.
This figure just stood there quietly, looking at all the thrones present calmly and indifferently.
To all the throners, it seemed like there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rolling in front of them.
The strong and choking smell of blood and the overwhelming terrifying murderous aura hit their brains in waves.
The chill started from the tailbone and quickly swept through everyone's body like a tide.
"Your gods and men of Mosa"
The ferocious and handsome bloody figure said in a low voice: "It's so rude."
"I changed my mind"
"It's better not to join."
As the last word fell, the scalps of the throners in the field became inexplicably numb and their hairs stood on end.
Perhaps it was because he saw three companions of the same throne level who had no resistance, just like chickens being pinched in the hands of the other party. The strength displayed by the other party was too intimidating.
Or maybe it's because of years of pampering and the fact that one's own strength is too easy to obtain, but there is no strong heart to match it.
All the Mosaic Thrones actually chose to flee at the same time, without any intention of joining forces to confront the figure in front of them.
Everyone suddenly became like birds and beasts.
The bloody figure didn't seem to care, letting them escape.
The figure on the throne of Mosa, the last one, turned into light and fled away.
The bloody figure lightly snapped his fingers, a faint scarlet light glowing in his eyes.
"The real hunt begins now."
[Stance of the Elephant God Shura (Legend)]!
Experience progress: 15%.
Blood light bloomed under Lu Yuan's feet, and the huge figure flew quickly in mid-air like a mecha.
He looked at his elephant god career panel and felt a sense of calmness in his heart.
Just as he had expected, the pseudo-legendary giant ax was shattered, and the mysterious blood that made the giant ax was stripped out.
Sure enough, it is the material needed to upgrade the Elephant God Panel.
Above King Ming.
For Shura!
With this promotion of the panel, the true face of the power of the Elephant God seems to be officially revealed to Lu Yuan bit by bit.
"Magic Mountain and Sea of Blood"
Lu Yuan murmured in his mouth, slowly clenching his palm like a natural combat weapon, "Is this the power of the sea of blood?"
"Click——"
Lu Yuan casually broke the necks of the three mossa thrones he held in his hands.
The strength of these three people is all at the eighth level, two are at the middle level and one is at the high level.
But the actual combat effectiveness may not even compare to the initial stage of the eighth stage.
"Too weak, they are just pigs with no strength."
Lu Yuan shook his hands and the three corpses in his hands instantly turned into mud.
All the blood in the body flowed out and quickly seeped into Lu Yuan's body.
Lu Yuan felt that the experience progress bar of his Elephant God panel seemed to jump a little. He checked carefully, but found that there was no change.
"Three eighth-level people can't even provide one percent of their experience?"
Lu Yuan couldn't help but frown.
He probably knows what is needed to advance to the Shura posture——
Fight, and kill.
The opponent's soul and flesh and blood are his best nourishment at this stage.
But judging from the current situation, if he wanted to reach the full progress of Shura's stance, the battles and killings required would be far beyond his imagination.
"It really takes a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to forge this ultimate road."
Lu Yuan closed his eyes and could feel countless thoughts of killing rolling around in his mind, and waves of killing desire kept pouring out of his heart like a fountain.
In his Shura posture, he became extremely violent, murderous, and manic.
Even though I have been trying to restrain myself.
But many behaviors and behaviors will also be done instinctively, like eating when you are hungry and drinking water when you are thirsty.
"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"
Lu Yuan frowned.
"Shua——"
High above the giant alloy island, a fat, white, middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was running away quickly with a slightly condensed look on his face.
Suddenly, a scarlet bloody light suddenly caught up with him from behind.
The fat middle-aged man suddenly turned around, only to feel a fishy wind blowing past him.
The next moment, his figure froze and he lowered his head in disbelief.
I only saw a huge blood hole the size of a millstone appearing in the middle of my strong body.
The figure fell behind him and exploded.
Lu Yuan didn't look back, he casually crushed a large amount of internal organs and other things in his hand, and felt the elephant god panel's experience bar rising slightly.
As well as the [Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)] panel where the experience value increases sharply after a "hunt" is completed.
There is also a desire to kill that is getting more and more turbulent in the body, as if something is about to break out of its shell.
Lu Yuan's brows slowly widened.
"At least it's not slow if you can fly."
"That's a good thing."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He inhaled all the bloody smell escaping in the air.
His expression was slightly intoxicated, as if he was tasting a glass of aged, sweet and mellow wine.
Wait until Lu Yuan opens his eyes again.
The coquettish and cruel color in his scarlet eyes became more and more intense.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and with a movement of his body, his whole body turned into a streak of blood and continued to catch up.