The power of a blow that was equivalent to the Second Tribulation War Lord was naturally conceivable. Even though they were mentally prepared, when the sea of blood came, the expressions of Mu Rong and others changed drastically.
Facing this sea of blood, they found that they had no power to resist and were directly captured by this sea of blood.
puff!
The sixteen people in Mu Rong all spit out a mouthful of blood at the moment when the blood sea took the picture, and then they were shot flying out. Some hit the wall of the palace, and some were directly hit by the blood sea.
Swallowed.
"A bunch of ants dare to block the road beyond their own capabilities." Moro Yale did not take any further action. He glanced at Mu Rong and the others with a sneer, then stepped out and walked to the front of the War Lord Hall.
Moro Yale looked at the blood cloud above. He didn't even look at Murong and the others, and completely chose to ignore them.
"Although you can't enter the blood cloud, I can add some ingredients to you."
A vicious look flashed in Moro Yale's eyes, and his hands changed gestures to seal off this space.
Yes, he cannot enter the blood cloud to destroy Qin Yu's tribulation, otherwise it will inevitably attract blood thunder, which will only catch him, but this does not mean that there is no way to destroy Qin Yu's tribulation.
Moro Yale's method is very simple. He seals this space and locks away the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this space. Without the absorption of spiritual energy of heaven and earth, once the mental power in the body is exhausted, it will be difficult to replenish it in a short time.
Even some powerful secret techniques cannot be performed, because the more powerful the secret technique is, the more it requires the help of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is not enough to rely solely on the power of thought in the body.
This is the plan of Moloch, Yale and Molod.
Just like when two armies are fighting, I don't deal with you on the frontal battlefield. I cut off your supply of food and grass. Without the supply of food and grass, the army will not be able to persist, and the final result will still be the same.
To use an idiom to describe it, it is to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron.
Mo Feng, who was fighting with Morode, was also paying attention here. When he saw Morode Yale's actions, his expression became a little anxious, and he tried his best to attack.
However, Morode is a veteran and strong player after all. Even if Mo Feng tried his best, he could only gain a slight upper hand. It would be impossible to defeat Morode in the short term.
Not to mention defeated, even if he wanted to escape, Morode would not be able to escape. Morode had him tightly entangled.
Mu Rong and the others struggled to get up from the ground, their faces all very pale, but the expressions on their faces were very determined.
"District 42 can live without me, but it cannot live without War Lord."
A war sect roared angrily, and rushed towards Moro Yale. Halfway through, his whole body was covered in blood. When he was still ten meters away from Moro Yale, he suddenly exploded.
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"The ants also try to hurt the elephant, they are really overestimating their own capabilities."
The war sect chose to self-destruct, but Moro Yale did not suffer any harm. The self-destruction of a war sect did not pose any threat to him.
"Even if I can't hurt him, I still want to give War Lord a chance!"
Another time, Zhan Zong rushed out. This time, the target he chose was not Moro Yale. Instead, he went directly to one side and chose to self-destruct.
There were fluctuations in the space, but Moro Yale's blockade was still not broken.
"You are so ignorant that you want to break the blockade."
Moro Yale did not stop him because he knew very well that these humans were just working hard in vain because it was impossible to break them.
However, those war sects don't think so. If they don't take action, there will be no chance at all. If they fight hard, they may create such an opportunity for the war sects.
Just like fireworks, each war sect chose to self-destruct, and in this blocked space, chose to sacrifice himself, just to be able to open this blockade.
Tens, eights, sixes, fives...
Of the sixteen war sects, only four were left in the end, and a sad aura spread in front of the war sect hall.
The four remaining Mu Rongs had tragic faces. Even though they knew they had failed, they still wanted to move forward.
"Everyone, it's my turn."
Mu Rong also stood up, his whole body became blood red, and then he chose the direction where the previous war sect had self-destructed.
Maybe, one person can't do it, but five or ten people choose the same place to explode, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Maybe, it is possible to blow up this sealed space.
Moro Yale looked at Mu Rong's actions with a smile. He did not stop him from the beginning to the end. On the contrary, he was very happy with the scene in front of him.
There is nothing more interesting than watching a group of ants choose to self-destruct over their own capabilities. However, this group of ants still thinks it is possible. This is more interesting than killing them. When they are the last one left, then
The look of despair on his face must be wonderful.
"A month ago, the War Lord rescued me, and this time, it's my turn to be the War Lord."
As Mu Rong walked step by step, her body became redder and redder, and the red began to turn purple, and she felt faintly like she was going to explode.
"Why!"
Mo Feng, who was fighting Morode, also sighed. In fact, he knew that what Murong and the others did was not of much use, but he could not stop it. This was Murong and the others' own choice.
"War Lord, Murong takes the first step."
Mu Rong suddenly roared towards the blood cloud above, and then, the soul appeared above his head in an instant.
Self-destruct!
However, at the moment when Mu Rong's soul was about to self-destruct, a pure breath came out from above. This breath fell on Mu Rong's body, and Mu Rong's already cracked soul exploded in an instant.
But it returned to normal.
The moment this aura appeared, Moro Yale, Moro De and Mo Feng immediately looked at the blood cloud, where the blood cloud was slowly beginning to dissipate.
"Brother Qin, you have survived the bloody tribulation."
Mo Feng's face showed a look of surprise. This aura was familiar to him. Every time he passed through the blood and thunder tribulation, he would get the Dew of the Soul. This Dew of the Soul was of great benefit to the Soul.
Although Murong and several other war sects did not react as quickly as Mo Feng and others, they suddenly understood what was going on after a few seconds.
Their war lord has survived the blood-thunder tribulation!
"Damn it, you can survive the Blood and Thunder Tribulation this way!" Moro Yelu's expression turned gloomy, "If that's the case, then I'll kill these ants first and give them as a gift for you to overcome the calamity."
Moro Yale didn't care, because in his mind, even if he succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, it would only be a tribulation for the war master.
He waved his right hand again, and a sea of blood appeared again. This time, the sea of blood was even more turbulent than last time, and even the space was distorted.
The sea of blood came to Mu Rong and several war sects in an instant, and was about to swallow up Mu Rong and the others. However, at this moment, a fire lotus flower fell from the sky and landed on the ground.
In the sea of blood.
The moment the fire lotus appeared, the entire sea of blood dried up instantly, as if evaporated by the flames of the fire lotus.
Moro Yale's eyes narrowed and he stared at the fire lotus. In the middle of the fire lotus, there was a figure standing there. (To be continued)