In the teleportation channel, in the red glowing tunnel, a large number of black arms hugged Mistoka tightly like ropes, and the huge force pulled him to fly towards the other end of the teleportation gate.
"No!!"
It screamed and roared in terror.
Bang!!
Mistoka felt as if he had broken through a thick layer of obstacles and entered a sticky, narrow space with strong resistance.
Before it had time to look around, it felt a circle of various weakening arcane spells rushing down, reducing the resistant skin on its body to an unimaginable level.
This feeling is like weakening steel into tofu.
Mistoka tried to resist, but as soon as he made a move, a brilliant red light immediately surrounded it.
"Nice to meet you." A tall man with a lot of black hands behind him looked at him with a smile.
Mistoka opened its mouth wide and wanted to speak, but a large number of black arms suddenly got through its big mouth.
"You seem to be very happy too." Lu Sheng looked at the big black man in front of him, feeling like seeing a hot dog in winter or a watermelon in summer.
Although the huge divinity contained in the opponent's body has been contaminated by the power of the abyss, there are still more than thirty-five points.
Moreover, the core of the Abyss Lord, which slowly releases the power of endless scorched earth, is the most precious core of this monster.
"You are so happy to see me with those eyes!" Mistoka roared in grief, his mouth was covered, and a large number of black hands poured into him crazily.
This is one of the ninety-nine arcane magical skills modified by Lu Sheng. It is called Hand of Shadow. It is a skill deduced as an eighth-level arcane skill.
The function of this arcane technique is to use the power of shadow to plant coordinates in the shadow plane and cultivate a special arm that can be extended and lengthened for one's own use.
Lu Sheng deduced this spell to level 678 in one breath. He thought this number was very auspicious and looked very pleasing to the eye. After cultivating it, it would have 678 arms at a time.
It is also very comfortable to use.
Even the middle-level abyss lord who is comparable to his true form can actually be pulled over.
In the sealed room, a large number of formation runes connected Lu Sheng's own power, tightly confining the huge power from the abyss.
Mistoka, who was pulled out of the formation, had no way to recover and could only struggle desperately in a reduced state.
His body at this time was similar to a black dragon-man as tall as a person, with a dragon head and body, and wings made of lava on his back.
But at this time, its whole body was covered with a layer of smooth, cold black hands. These black hands were touching every part of its body, whether it was ordinary scales or private parts.
Mistoka felt that some of his sensitive points were being skillfully massaged, and his body became slightly excited. Some places that had never been rubbed were being drilled everywhere by a large number of black hands.
An unprecedented shameful experience, causing a strange feeling in his body.
Suddenly, a big hand steadily penetrated into its most critical place.
"Oh!! No! You can't do it there!!" He roared immediately. But as soon as the sound in his throat vibrated, it was blocked back by more black hands.
He should have thought a long time ago that this damn black hand actually has a way to confuse his mind!
Mistoka's terrifying power cannot be used within the sealing formation. As the invincible Lord of the Abyss on the 51st floor, he is a demon king favored by the Will of the Abyss.
He was unexpectedly summoned by a weird mage and reduced to this!
Mistoka used the last of his shame and anger to curse Lu Sheng viciously.
"I curse you!! The abyss will pull you into the endless bottom, and you will never be able to transcend it!!" His huge spirit was shaking violently. Although blocked by a large number of formations, he still had the slightest mental power to ask for help from the abyss consciousness.
It is still inevitable that it will be leaked.
There is no way around it.
Lu Sheng looked at the scene in front of him helplessly.
After all, the guy in front of him already has nearly half of his actual strength. It is still unrealistic to completely kill him and devour him instantly.
"Fortunately, the preparations have been done well, and it can be completely digested in about an hour."
He looked at the black balls suspended in mid-air in front of him, wrapped by countless black hands, and felt quite satisfied.
"The last thing to do now is to withstand the counterattack of the abyss consciousness."
Different from the previous times, this time he preyed on the middle-level lords, which was equivalent to moving the right-hand man of the abyss consciousness.
Lu Sheng clapped his hands, and a large number of black hands behind him immediately accelerated their speed, slowly pulling Mistoka towards him.
In the void behind him, a circle of faint transparent ripples slowly opened, which was the entrance to the world of his mind.
In this extremely closed secret room environment, there is no problem in opening a small entrance to his inner world.
After all, he has not spent all these years in vain.
Mistoka struggled wildly, but his little strength was nothing compared to Lu Sheng, who was known for his brute strength.
His huge body was still slowly being pulled towards the transparent vortex.
The jumping and flashing red light of the abyss keeps trying to spread out from it, but the other red light of the formation can often accurately block the leakage of the red light of the abyss in time.
Lu Sheng has fully mobilized all his strength.
Most of his body's power is used to defend against the will of the abyss, but now all the power of this body is used to manipulate the formation that pulls this secret chamber.
As Mistoka got closer and closer, Lu Sheng vaguely felt that the revenge of the abyss might be coming soon.
The smile on his face gradually calmed down, and his hands continued to carve specific gestures and symbols in mid-air one after another.
I don't know how long it took, but finally, one of Mistoka's hind legs slowly sank into the transparent vortex above Lu Sheng's head.
"Coming!!"
Lu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The red light portal twisted violently in an instant, and a terrifying will that was hundreds or even a thousand times more powerful than Lu Sheng rushed out of the portal and rushed towards Lu Sheng's location.
Wherever the invisible spirit went, creeping flesh and blood carpets spread all around the ground, and a large number of unconscious painful faces emerged from the blood-red carpets, letting out ferocious and weird roars.
"Return alive and still alive!!!" A vague consciousness came from this terrifying spirit.
"You want me to return Mistoka? This is not possible." Lu Sheng showed a ferocious smile, and a vague silhouette of a crane-headed man slowly appeared behind him.
That is the essence of the Thousand Gods.
An extremely powerful and high-density spiritual will steamed out of him.
The space in front of Lu Sheng was distorted, and the ground and walls around him quickly began to show vague blood-red muscle lines.
Both the floor and the walls were covered with a layer of strong, blood-red muscle fibers.
It is a rough and strong special style. At a glance, people can think of various synonyms of arrogance such as strength, awesomeness, violence, and greatness.
Although compared to the will of the abyss, wherever Lu Sheng's spirit goes, the impact it has is far less powerful than that of the other party.
But this is the main plane, and the power of the abyss will still be instinctively rejected by the main plane.
A large amount of natural suppressive power comes from all directions, from the instinctive squeeze in time and space to the will of the abyss, crazily weakening its power.
However, Lu Sheng did not encounter such unfair treatment because of his natural ability to deceive.
Adding and subtracting the two items, the difference between the two is actually not too big.
In an instant, two terrifyingly huge mental forces in the secret room violently faced each other head-on.
boom!!!
An invisible spiritual storm erupted in a ten thousandth of a second. Lu Sheng's spirit and profound spirit were simultaneously shattered. Countless spiritual fragments turned into red and transparent spiritual light spots, which rained down to the surrounding areas.
Then all the mental fragments were immediately reunited by Lu Sheng.
In the entire secret room, the surrounding scene suddenly turned into an abyss with a carpet of flesh and blood, and the next moment turned into a palace of strength with countless muscles.
The chaotic illusion changed and flickered rapidly, and Mistoka, who was caught between two huge forces, immediately became a victim.
Neither the will of the abyss nor the will of Lu Sheng's true body can be resisted by him.
What's more, this is the main plane, and there is also the natural suppression of the third main plane.
At this time, he was suppressed by the will of nature into the weakest state in history. And in this state, Abyss and Lu Sheng faced each other.
Although Mistoka is the Dragon of the Scorched Earth and the Lord of the Abyss, he still inevitably fails when faced with such a big scene.
His spirit only managed to hold on for ten minutes in the mental storm, before it was violently pulled in by the storm, completely shattered and crushed into pieces.
His entire will was consumed in an instant and became the nourishment for both Abyss and Lu Sheng to restore their own will.
A generation of abyss lords died.
"Are you satisfied now!?" Lu Sheng said in a low voice with some annoyance. The abyss lord's will was crushed, and the divinity, a treasure hidden deep in the will and soul, was naturally completely shattered.
It's like a complete treasure map suddenly torn into countless pieces. It is possible to put it back together, but the energy spent is not as fast as catching another abyss lord.
The will of the abyss had no time to reply, so it was instinctively suppressed and expelled by the natural will of the main plane. Soon it slowly retreated along the portal and gradually disappeared.
What was left was a messy confrontation scene in the entire secret room.
Cough cough cough
Lu Sheng felt his consciousness blur for a while. It was obvious that the will power of the abyss that had just rushed in was too great, and even his body as a demon could hardly bear it.
He lowered his head and looked at his body. The heart in his chest had burst a bleeding hole at some point, and his forehead was also sticky.
He wiped it, and it was covered with white fishy slurry.
“This can’t be the brain, right???”
Lu Sheng felt a little bad.
He quickly formed an ice mirror and looked at it.
The image reflected in the mirror was a blurry man with blood-red eyes and a bloody hole in his forehead as big as a fist.
The blood hole on his forehead can be seen from his forehead all the way to the wall behind which is full of runes.
It was as if someone had directly punched a hole in his head with an iron rod. A large amount of brain matter continued to flow out of it.
"Damn it! Why is the abyss counterattack so strong this time!? It would rather be broken and injured than leave any benefit to me!
You can do it! Abyss! I will remember you!!"
Lu Sheng felt angry, thinking that sooner or later he would eat Abyss, while he quickly activated his own magical power and began to repair the structure and tissue of this body.
He arranged and prepared for several hours, worked hard and coaxed, and finally summoned the good things. Before he could even take a bite, the peach was picked and the fruits of his labor were robbed.