The first thousand two hundred and sixty seventh chapter magic fog kill
Above the Silver Valley, the majestic roars and energy shock waves have never stopped. If it weren't for the surrounding nightmare fog and the solid space seal, I'm afraid that everyone within a radius of nearly a hundred miles would be flattened.
The faces of several pseudo-gods were pale, with despair flashing in their eyes. They had almost used all their cards, and even hit the Demon King with many magical powers, but it did not affect the opponent's combat power.
The scales of the Black Wind Demon King were somewhat damaged, and the bone spurs on his right shoulder were also broken. As for the pseudo-Demon Emperor Xuewei, after his physical body was injured, the purple-black lightning circulated between his muscles for a moment, and then he recovered as before, as if his body was immortal.
generally.
There was an explosion, and at the edge of the silver valley, the moving blue ball of light finally squeezed out. The light dissipated, revealing a slender body, a female demon.
This female devil is eight feet tall, with a curved front and a curved back. The lavender scales on her body are like a piece of close-fitting inner armor, outlining her exquisite body.
There are two sharp horns in her short purple hair, and the scales on her face are extremely sparse, like some kind of special totem facial pattern, giving people a strange sense of temptation.
"Tsk tsk, Xuecheng, you actually broke through to the level of the Pseudo Demon Emperor. When did you get close to your sister? Even if your father cried in blood, he almost fell in love with your sister back then." A charming voice came from the purple lips of the female devil.
Outgoing.
Xuewei continued to attack with his double axe, and said with a bit of disdain in his eyes:
"Zitong, the reason why my father didn't look for you back then was because your physical qualifications were mediocre and you couldn't produce any highly qualified heirs. Now that I have advanced to become a pseudo-demon emperor, mating with you is a complete waste of blood essence.
"
Hearing this, Demon King Zitong curled his lips and said, "Just like your father, he has no interest at all. Is mating just for the purpose of procreating heirs?"
Xueqi ignored his words and stepped back suddenly, saying: "These pseudo-gods are almost exhausted. I leave them to you. I will chase the escaped human demon baby."
After saying that, he put away the short ax in his hand, flashed, and rushed directly into the magic mist.
When Zitong Demon King saw this, Qiongbi snorted, and a giant sword about the same size as her body appeared in her hand. The demonic energy surged in her body, and with a black sword light several feet long, it attacked the fake ones who were trying their best to defend themselves.
God cut it through.
The Black Wind Demon King on the other side looked at Xue Cry's back with a slightly strange expression. When the other party attacked Wu Wenxuan secretly, he sensed his pure true demonic intention.
A mid-term peak demon general, even if his physical talent is extremely strong, he cannot have the will of a true demon without soaking in the water of true demons. However, several people said before that the soul of the blood-weeping soul has run out of oil, which made him feel worried.
Other speculations.
However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind. The focus was still on the pseudo-gods of the human race in front of him. The reason why they were slowly consuming them was because they wanted to capture each other's Nascent Soul alive.
Otherwise, if the three powerful demon kings attack together, these human pseudo-gods might self-destruct their Nascent Souls in despair, and their spoils would be gone.
Sure enough, after seeing the Pseudo Demon Emperor leave, Lord Huo Ling and others felt that their control over the spiritual energy had been restored a lot, and there was a hint of hope in their eyes.
There are three demon king-level experts in total. The space seal must be destroyed by the demons. Now that they have a chance, they naturally have to find a way to save their lives. Several people secretly transmitted messages and planned to use their remaining true energy to fight.
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Xuewei was flying in the purple-black magic mist. His thoughts were the same as those of Black Wind. These people could not be allowed to self-destruct. The human race's Nascent Soul, which turned into gods, was a great tonic and could greatly promote the cultivation of magic energy.
He entered the magic mist, on the one hand, to capture the human demon baby, and on the other hand, to ambush in the nightmare mist. If those human gods escaped, then this would be his home field.
Here, Blood Cry, the cruel meaning condensed from the Demon King's late soul, can have a large detection range. The other two Demon Kings are both in the early stages of cultivation, and their detection range is much worse than him.
"The true demonic intention in that human demon cultivator is somewhat solidified. It seems to be stimulated by some secret technique. It should not be affected by the nightmare illusion."
With this thought in his mind, Xuewei secretly mobilized the magic energy in his body, and bursts of purple-black lightning flashed on the surface of his muscles, which he could sense carefully.
"It seems that the distance is very close. Although the solid will can resist the nightmare illusion, the divine consciousness in the early stage of becoming a god cannot see through the mirage illusion here. With the mark of Lord Demon Lord here, we will not be affected at all."
A scale on Xuewei's forehead flashed with a slight purple light to prevent him from disturbing others. He put away his consciousness and flew slowly, relying on his naked eyes and induction of magic energy.
After a while, he came to the vicinity of the target and looked through the illusion of a mirage mountain peak, his expression couldn't help but be stunned.
On the other side of the illusion, a burly man wearing black clothing stood quietly. The clothes he wore seemed to be a treasure, emitting a faint light to resist the invasion of the surrounding magical fog.
His right hand held a piece of purple-black scale armor, and his left hand held a Nascent Soul wrapped in gray powder, with only a pair of pitiful eyes flashing begging for mercy.
"Have other human gods arrived?"
Xueqi looked at this scene and made a judgment in his heart.
It seems that the Nascent Soul of this demonic god happened to meet this man and was restrained by him. The one who has the strength to imprison the Nascent Soul of the god is obviously a god-level existence.
Covered by the illusion, he slowly walked forward, and intermittent sounds reached his ears.
I only heard the burly man cursing and saying: "I mean Wu Wenxuan, didn't you say you left a mark? Why are you still wandering around in this mist?"
Yuanying, who was wrapped in gray powder, couldn't laugh or cry and said: "I can't use any real energy now, how can I sense the mark? As long as Pavilion Master Lu lets go of the restraint, Wu can point the direction."
"Two demon kings suddenly appeared at the space seal. Fellow Taoist Huo Ling and the others must be in a hard fight. The third demon king will be teleported over soon. If it is later, it will be too late."
The burly man sneered and said: "I believe you, you are a ghost. You have attacked Lu repeatedly and erratically. How do I know if you are setting up an ambush again?"
"Okay, I'll figure out a way out myself. You'd better have a good rest."
While he was talking, he took out a black stone box, stuffed the gray Nascent Soul into it, and put it away together with the Demon King's armor, and then began to explore the surrounding area with a stubborn and unyielding will.
"The power of will is indeed a fake god." Xuewei was slightly startled, but then he found that the other party's consciousness was distorted by the mirage in front of him, and he could not scan him.
"I haven't fallen into a nightmare illusion. This person's power of will is quite pure. It seems that I am lucky. I can get an extra soul-transforming Nascent Soul. As long as I demonize it, I can absorb the energy source inside."
Xuewei looked excited. Although he did not need to continue practicing after entering the Pseudo Demon Emperor, the difficulty of the Demon Emperor's breakthrough would be astonishing, and there would be thunder disasters coming. The more spirit-transforming Nascent Souls he has in his hand, the more magic energy he can replenish by then.
The more you have, the greater your chances of a breakthrough will be.
Thinking of this, he crawled forward under the cover of the mirage and approached behind the burly man.
The other party seemed to be confused by the illusion. He was leaning on the illusion rock, his consciousness containing will was probing forward, and his fingers were moving at an extremely fast speed, as if he was making extremely complex calculations.
"Excellent sneak attack opportunity!"
Xuewei's eyes lit up, and the prostrate black body came to the phantom rock behind the burly man. The purple-black lightning energy in his body converged towards his throat.
Then he stretched out his hands, and an invisible squeezing force enveloped the other party. At the same time, he opened his mouth, and a barbed tongue with a purple-black halo moved toward the burly man at a speed as fast as lightning.
His lower back shot away.
"The human monks are really careless. As long as they pierce the Dantian and restrain the Nascent Soul, no matter how powerful their magic weapon is, they still won't be able to use it... Hiss... ah... what's going on..."
Before the excitement in his eyes subsided, he felt that his indestructible tongue, like a sharp sword, seemed to have hit the extremely hard magic stone, and even the barbs on the tip of his tongue were cracked, and a strong pain was transmitted back.
Before Xueqiu could make any other moves, a hard palm like a steel bar directly grabbed his tongue with a purple-black halo, and the tight air around him suddenly shattered.
A suffocating and familiar terrifying force erupted from the body of this burly man. The purple-black mist nearby became tight and made an unwilling whistling sound. He was forcibly squeezed inward, and the blood weeping
The body presses down.
The burly man turned around at some point, and the bones of his other hand suddenly enlarged to several feet in size, and he pinched Xuewei's bare head.
Xueqi's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and a large amount of purple-black lightning suddenly rolled out of his body. A strange energy filled the air, and the extremely tight air around him loosened a lot.
Consciously, blast towards the opponent's head.
At this time, he was half-crouching, his head being held down by the opponent's swollen palms, which contained power that he could not resist. His tongue was also pulled, but his hands were free.
A pair of short axes suddenly appeared in the palms, with a thick layer of purple-black lightning swirling around them. The isolated demonic energy around them seemed to have broken free of some constraints and converged on the axes.
The muscles of Xue Cry's arms twisted and he slashed hard at the opponent's waist.
The burly man had no intention of dodge. He saw layers of silvery light emerging from outside his waist, exuding terrifying power of blood. The blood was like water condensed into ice, turning into a solid form, like
It's a layer of bone armor that grows outside the skin.
Immediately afterwards, the burly man exerted force with both hands at the same time, and Xuewei felt an irresistible force acting on his tongue. His head was pressed with a creaking sound, and the tough tongue base in his throat was continuously stretched.
At this time, the double short axes also hit the opponent's waist, but under the violent attack power, the outer layer of bone armor first cracked into cracks, but then they were replenished by a steady stream of silver liquid inside.
stand up.
The attacks from the two magic weapons didn't even break through the opponent's defense.
Xuewei showed a ruthless expression and took back the purple-black energy on the base of his tongue. The tongue lost its protection and broke with a snap. Then he felt that the power of the burly man seemed to be uncontrollable. He staggered back and left his left palm.
took his head off.
So Xuewei relied on the air waves bombarded by the double axes and the recoil of the opponent's sudden release. The huge black body was shining with thick purple-black lightning, and he rolled and crawled to hide behind the mirage...