Knowing that it was a trap, a normal person's action should be to retreat. Muria was naturally normal, and he should have retreated, but he found that the temptation placed in the trap was too great.
So Muria couldn't hold it back and came in. But knowing that someone was plotting against him, Muria naturally wanted to think about how to counter the plot.
The best situation is that he avoids all the pits, gets the bait placed at the bottom of the pit unharmed, and swallows it. And what supports him in accomplishing all this is naturally his own strength.
Therefore, Muria consciously concealed her power and tried to leave as much power as possible to deal with unexpected situations, so as not to put herself into the most embarrassing situation.
But the actual situation does not allow Him to conceal too much power. He who wants to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger is really being beaten like a pig. No matter how hard he continues to be beaten, He will really be beaten into a pig.
As a result, Muria, who felt extremely angry, burst out with his true and fundamental power, which came from the innate power of the Titan. He overturned the ancient god in one fell swoop and knocked him down directly.
Although he did not gain any advantage in essence, he regained the momentum in terms of momentum. At least Muria felt that his explosion had vented a lot of the depression in his heart.
"Forget it, let's fight first and then talk. There's no need to endure it any longer."
Muria flew out of the abyss smashed by him, and then stared at the ancient god who also stood up from the earth. Without saying a word, he clenched his fists and rushed forward.
He doesn't ask for anything else now, he just wants to have a clear idea. Otherwise, what is the purpose of his practice so far? He has become a god and is already frustrated enough. He has to endure the lunatic who uses him as a mount in front of him.
It's noisy, I can't bear it, I have to get out of this tone.
Rumble
When Muria decided to let go of part of his power, the battle situation was completely different from before. The continuous mountains collapsed and shattered under the feet of their two existences, turning into powder.
The terrifying shock ripples spread tens of thousands of miles away, frightening countless intelligent undead, and even formed a circular undead wave centered on them and spreading outward.
Wise undead will subconsciously avoid this natural disaster that can easily end their existence, but unfortunately they are destined to be used in wars from the day they were born. The reason why they are still able to escape is because they were originally created
I haven't even thought of their existence yet.
After fighting for several rounds, Muria took advantage of the situation and pulled out the Demon Sword that he had just thrust into the ancient god's body. There was no special liquid on it such as the blood of the ancient god.
Muria was not surprised. He had already had a premonition when he thrust the sword into the body of the ancient god, because the feeling given back to him by the sword was not much different than that of piercing the legendary metal.
This ancient god is not made of flesh and blood. Muria doesn’t know exactly what it is. Muria guesses that it is probably made of various hard bones. What about the Undead Emperor?
What does it look like.
This kind of guess is not groundless, it is based on the various movements of the ancient god who is currently slashing with him with a sword. Muria judged it.
Endless golden thunder spread in the dark sky, hurricanes carrying thunder and fire roared over the earth, and the earth continued to split into abyss, but in the next moment it was healed again by the same power.
A battle in which the two powers reach the level of powerful gods can destroy almost all known matter, and the aftermath of the strange single is almost devastating to the surrounding environment.
However, the environment where they are fighting now is rather special. Both the solidity of the earth and the stability of space are far beyond the ordinary material world.
Collapse will not collapse. Before Muria defeated the ancient gods, the world of the dead they were fighting now, no matter how it was destroyed, no matter how much the terrain changed due to the battle of Yamen,
Neither will collapse.
"Fortunately there is something wrong with my brain!"
After about a day and a night of fierce fighting, Muria sighed sincerely in his heart.
If we just talk about basic data such as speed, agility, and physical strength, Muria will naturally be crushed in all aspects. This is unquestionable. His divine body has been cultivated for more than a million years, not him.
In this way, the cute new gods who are not even a fraction of the opponent can compete with him.
Needless to say, weapons and equipment are really incomparable. He is the original god. He can obtain the best materials in the world and forge artifacts for himself.
Not being crushed in terms of weapons and equipment, Muria must thank the race into which he was born.
Even if these hard conditions are not advantageous, the main reason why Muria can still compete with others is because he has a clear mind, while the other party does not.
For mortals, a lunatic who has no scruples is more effective in combat than a rational normal person, but at the extraordinary level... well, the same holds true. Even gods can't stand it if they risk their lives at every turn.
But fortunately in the misfortune, Muria's opponent still maintained a certain degree of rationality. Occasionally, Muria would think that the opponent was pretending to be stupid, but Muria quickly eliminated such speculations.
There is no need to pretend to be powerful. If you are really pretending, there must be something wrong with your brain.
And when the opponent has certain scruples and is not very clear-minded, Muria can still maintain the balance of the battle by relying on his experience and skills that may seem relatively immature compared to the opponent.
But this kind of balance is not what Muria wants. He wants to gain an advantage in favor of himself, but no matter how he tries, he finds that even if he takes advantage of the opportunity and bursts out the last bit of power he has hidden, it will not be enough.
Get the results He wants.
"Is this the end of it?"
Muria thought with some regret that when nothing could be done, he naturally planned to retreat and consider the long term. After all, wasting time here was not an option.
But, at this moment, a powerful divine power suddenly erupted, and the location of the eruption happened to be at the back of Muria's unprotected back during the battle with the Undead Emperor.
"How could the majestic Sun God do such a thing as a gutter rat?" The feeling like a light on his back made the scales on Muria's body explode. The pair of generous breasts on his back instantly overlapped to protect his back, but that one
The thin needle still penetrated his dragon wings and shot through his heart.