Moro screamed loudly, and her head was knocked off again.
Several times in a row, Moro was so frightened that he did not dare to consume his original power and grow a new head.
If she continues to have her head bitten off endlessly like cutting leeks, once her essence is exhausted, it will really be over.
"Stop, let's make a truce for now. Can we sit down and have a good talk?" Moro's headless body was bound by nine dragon-shaped chains. Blood was gurgling from the broken neck, but her slightly restless expression
The sound came into the ears of Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie strangely.
Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie looked at each other and smiled, ignoring it at all, and then said in unison: "Yaya, don't stop, continue."
At this time, of course I will take advantage of your illness to kill you!
The two of them had already begun to suspect that Moro was bluffing, and now it seems that they really made the right bet.
However, the closer the critical moment comes, the less they dare to let down their guard.
No one knows whether this strong man from the Blood Demon Clan still has any trump cards left.
Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie did not dare to relax at all until the moment when the outcome was determined and life and death decided.
"ah……"
Moro's headless body struggled violently, and the nine dragon-shaped chains shook.
At this time, she had no time to care too much, just consume the source, it was better than being eaten by the invisible invisible thing.
As long as she can escape from this small world and go out to devour a large amount of blood food, after her strength is restored, the death of these two minions at the peak of the Mortal Realm, as well as the invisible invisible thing will be over.
"When the time comes, I will make it impossible for you to live or die!" Moro shouted crazily in her heart. What happened today was really too frustrating and left a deep impression on her.
"Boom boom boom..."
The links of the nine dragon-shaped locks broke in succession.
Once Moro becomes serious and uses her original power regardless of loss, even the nine dragon-binding chains handed down from ancient times and made of extremely rare metals cannot trap her for too long.
Taking advantage of the moment when Moro broke the dragon-binding chain, the little girl in the red dress bit off both of Moro's arms in one go.
But that's all.
Morona had no arms and was left with only two long legs, a headless body. After letting out a burst of wild laughter, he quickly rose into the sky.
"Bang!"
But what she never expected was that an invisible wall blocked her way and knocked her upside down.
"ah……"
Moro screamed sharply, and black-red energy surged throughout his body, constantly hitting and tearing at the invisible wall.
Seeing this, Tang Qianhe's eyes were full of anxiety.
The seven-layer circulation formation he opened did not have any aggressiveness and could only form an airtight cage.
However, his heart was enlightened, and this seven-layer cycle formation could only delay it for a little while.
"Yaya, can you still eat?" Tang Qianhe cast his hopeful gaze at the little girl in the red dress not far away who was rubbing her belly and was obviously full. At this time, he could only pin all his hopes on
On this little guy.
"..."
The little girl in the red dress frowned, with a grimace on her face, but finally nodded heavily.
"Good boy, Yaya is such a good boy." Tang Qianhe murmured. When he said this, he looked ashamed and couldn't bear it.
In the end, he had to entrust the burden of fighting against the Blood Demon Clan and saving mankind to such a little guy, letting her thin shoulders bear this responsibility that should not have been borne by her.
"I'm really a complete bastard!" Tang Qianhe, who was condemned by his conscience, laughed at himself, his face turning slightly pale.
Monk Sanjie's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, just a long sigh.
While Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie were silent, each carrying complicated emotions, the little girl in the red dress opened her bloody mouth in the seven-layer circulation formation and swallowed the remaining body of Moro whole in one mouthful.
In the belly.
"belch……"
The little girl in the red dress let out a long burp, and even her tender face, which was originally pale and bloodless, showed a slight blush.
"This...we succeeded?"
"Just kill a strong man from the Blood Demon Tribe?"
"Am I dreaming?"
"Sanjie, try pinching me."
"Hey, you kid really pinched me hard!"
"Hiss..." Tang Qianhe gasped on the spot, jumped to his feet in pain, and kept rubbing the black and blue patches on his arms.
Monk Sanjie spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "You asked me to pinch you, I was just following orders."
For a long time, Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie, two old men who combined were over a hundred years old, hugged each other tightly, crying, laughing, jumping and jumping, like two children who had not grown up.
Of course, no wonder they were so excited.
After joining the Special Operations Division and learning that nine extremely vicious and immortal blood demons were sealed in China, they were worried all the time, fearing that one day the blood demons would escape and destroy the world.
Lives are reduced to charcoal and bleeding is drifting away.
It can be said that these nine powerful blood demons are the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone who knows about it.
Now that one of the nine powerful blood demon tribes has died, they really see hope of being able to eliminate this scourge forever.
And their hope lies in the little girl in a red dress lying on the ground not far away, with her eyes closed and motionless...
Eh?
Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie were immediately shocked.
Hey hey hey, little ancestor, nothing can happen to you!
Quickly removing only the three-layer circular formation that was torn apart by Moro, Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie rushed forward like crazy.
"Yaya, what's wrong with you?"
"Wake up, don't sleep. If you fall asleep, you really won't be able to wake up."
Tang Qianhe felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat at this moment. If something happened to this little guy, wouldn't it be that the hope of finally defeating the powerful Blood Demon Clan would be shattered again?
In addition, that damn dog Wang Dazhuang also had to fight for him.
Tang Qianhe's head hurt when he thought of this.
Fortunately, the little girl in the red dress burped again, smacked her mouth twice, with a satisfied smile on her face. After falling into a deep sleep, Tang Qianhe and Monk Sanjie finally let out a long sigh of relief.
However, at the same moment, when Moro was swallowed by the little girl in the red dress and was completely destroyed, the eight green-gold cauldrons in the other eight small worlds in China where the powerful blood demons were sealed were simultaneously insignificant.