The fifth thousand two hundred and ninety-eighth chapters: the means are varied
As an old devil, his thoughts are extremely firm. Once he makes a decision, he will naturally put it into action, and it will be a vigorous and resolute action.
Just like the young man carrying a sword on his back, once he makes a decision, he takes action without hesitation.
The old man already knew what the young man was going to do when he carried the sword and the young man took action, and he immediately activated the powerful demonic energy in his body.
The billowing demonic energy surged out like a wave, and was extremely viscous. It looked like a large black cloud condensed around the old man's body, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.
How could the old man still look like an old man at this time? It was like an unparalleled demon had come to this world, and with the terrifying power of the demon, he was about to carry out bloody demonic acts.
The old man let out a low roar, and quickly made the seal with his dry hands, but no breath came out. The strange thing was that while he was making the seal, the demonic energy in the old man's body surged sharply, as if he was being stimulated.
Immediately afterwards, this black cloud of demonic energy became more and more solid, and gradually condensed into a human figure, with a total of nine figures.
After the old man finished doing this, his movements did not stop, but when he waved his hand, nine scarecrows appeared, and these scarecrows all exuded a strange aura.
The old man bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood was divided into nine parts in the void and landed on the nine scarecrows accurately.
In an instant, the nine scarecrows were dyed blood red, but in this way, the nine scarecrows seemed to be endowed with spirituality, their hands and feet were dancing, and some faint murmurs could be heard in the void.
Very weird!
Ye Chu, who saw this scene from a distance, thought of one of the secret techniques in the Super Immortal Realm, the curse, but what the old man used was somewhat different. The specific Ye Chu couldn't tell.
After achieving this step, the old man's eyes showed a slightly satisfied look, and then after the old man whispered "Go", the nine bloody scarecrows immediately flew into the human-shaped magic mist.
Immediately afterwards, the nine human-shaped demonic mist turned into human figures, with noses and eyes that were very lifelike, but every demonic mist humanoid exuded sky-high resentment, as if they were extremely unwilling.
These nine human-shaped demonic mists all emit very powerful aura fluctuations, and they all have a mysterious aura circulating, as if a spell is brewing to be activated.
Under the control of the old man, these nine human-shaped demonic mists that were integrated into the scarecrow flew towards the thick bloody tornado, and the mysterious auras on each of them became more and more mysterious.
On the other side, the one-eyed middle-aged man's devilish methods were also ready, and a tower of bones appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.
The tower is as white as jade and has nine floors. It is only a foot high and has a hexagonal shape, with a head hanging in each corner.
This head is extremely small and delicate. Coupled with the pure white color of the tower itself, even though the material is made of white bones, it does not give people a sinister feeling, but gives people a sense of nobility.
Extremely weird!
The one-eyed middle-aged man was obviously very familiar with his magic weapon, and did not care about the appearance of the nine-story bone tower. He held the tower with one hand, made seals with the other, and muttered something in his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the one-eyed middle-aged man's seal changed, and the demonic energy from his body was suddenly injected crazily into the nine-story bone tower.
In an instant, the nine-story Bone Tower bloomed with a fierce light, like a sun rising slowly in this dim battlefield, with an aura that suppressed all things, which was very terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, the nine-story white bone tower escaped from the palm of the one-eyed middle-aged man, flew into the void, and its size increased instantly. It connected the sky and the earth, and could be described as towering into the clouds.
When the nine-story white bone pagoda stopped getting bigger, the six heads on the eighth floor began to shake. Then the six white-bone skulls detached from the tower and rushed towards the bloody tornado with their long light tails.
It's all a long story, but how long does it take to cast a spell? These are just things that happen in a split second.
Nine humanoid demonic fogs and six huge heads rushed towards the bloody tornado with their own unique power.
The bloody tornado seemed to be aware of the threat, and its speed increased even faster. The shadow of the vision kept flashing, the river of blood was rolling, the sea of blood was roaring, and the people on the Bone Throne were solidifying, as if they were about to rush out of the vision.
It's like being transformed into the devil world.
Once some tangible and intangible things entered the bloody tornado, they stopped moving. Without even thinking about it, they turned into powder and were sucked into the black hole of space.
But this did not seem to be a threat to the old man and the one-eyed middle-aged man. When the bloody tornado approached, both of them glowed at the same time, and the terrifying aura was invariably inspired.
I saw nine human-shaped demonic mists making secrets with their hands, and mysterious auras were emitted. At the same time, the demonic mist was also dissipating, and seemed to be consumed.
But in front of the human-shaped magic mist, there are extremely terrifying spells condensed, emitting various colors of magic light. Every spell should make ordinary demons be cautious.
At this time, there are nine paths coming out at the same time. Even the masters among the demons have to concentrate on dealing with it. If they are not careful, they will be injured.
Not to mention that these nine spells are not ordinary spells, but spells that can be combined to enhance each other. The nine spells add power to each other.
In an instant, these nine spells condensed into an extremely terrifying grand spell. Its momentum was as huge as burning mountains and boiling seas, and its power was unimaginable.
As soon as this move was formed, the speed of the bloody tornado in the sky was stagnated, and even the vision became dimmed, which was extremely terrifying.
And the six heads of the one-eyed middle-aged man were not bad either. One head made a sharp scream, the sound was extremely penetrating, as if it had penetrated into the inside of the bloody tornado and was going to destroy it inside!
There was also a head that spit out a mouthful of bright red liquid, and the void made a hissing sound along the way. A series of pale cracks appeared, corroding the bloody tornado into a big hole, which was extremely terrifying.
There is also a head with two green glows burning in its eye sockets, burning faintly like a will-o'-the-wisp. But the strange thing is that the reality reflected by the will-o'-the-wisp is also inexplicably burning with a pale green will-o'-the-wisp. In an instant, this bloody tornado is blown away.
Wrapped in a layer of green fire, its power is greatly reduced!
The other three heads all have their own powers, and they all caused extremely huge damage to the Blood Tornado.
However, this bloody tornado is also extremely extraordinary. The vision is not just a scene to shock people, but a real existence that can be manifested.
The young man holding the sword on his back focused his gaze, shook his long sword and pointed at one of the visions above the bloody tornado, and murmured in a low voice: "Now!"
As soon as the young man with the sword on his back finished speaking, the vision that was pointed at by the long knife immediately shook violently, and the tornado shrank a bit, as if the manifestation of the vision was consuming the blood of the bloody tornado itself.
energy.
But this bloody tornado was already very large, and even though it was shrinking at this moment, it was nothing more than an insignificant change.
But as the vision became more concrete, the consumption also increased. Fortunately, the tornado itself was constantly rotating and getting bigger, so it was able to hold up.
The vision of the long knife was a river of blood. The blood in it was rolling and gushing without knowing its beginning. There was also a huge headless demonic body floating in it.
There are also some white bones flowing, some are still, some are playing in the blood river as if they are alive, some are roaring, and some are struggling, which is very strange.
"Crash!"
A series of sounds of running water sounded, and the vision dissipated, but was replaced by a long river running across the real world.
It is tens of feet wide and hundreds of feet long. It is surrounded by a bloody tornado, like a long bloody dragon hovering over the tornado. It has a very powerful momentum and is accompanied by a bloody aura that reaches the sky.
In an instant, the green will-o'-the-wisps lingering on the surface of the bloody tornado were extinguished, and the sound of scoffing was heard endlessly, accompanied by extremely shrill howls, as if tens of millions of creatures were killed in that instant.
After doing this, the long river of blood still continued. Amidst the clattering sound, another river of blood suddenly rushed out, and rushed towards a head with great speed.
In the long river of blood, there were headless corpses standing up, holding bloody spears in their hands, full of murderous aura.
Not only that, there are also bones in the long river, also holding bone spears, murderous in the sky.
It's like an army of bones and an army of headless corpses fighting against each other. They are not afraid of life and death. The sight of them makes people's scalp numb.