Chapter 1160: Red-blade Bull Demon, Ancient God Awakens
Xu Zimo raised his head and stared at the statue.
It looked at Xu Zimo as if it was coming to life.
The statue hangs high above the flames, overlooking everything.
Under the statue, there is a black pool filled with evil energy.
Xu Zimo guessed that this should be the Demon Transformation Pond mentioned by Meng Yu.
A strong demonic aura mixed with beastly power spread out from it.
The demonic energy condensed into demonic water, with a hint of blood red in the darkness.
When the horns were here, they trembled.
Silks of demonic energy continued to linger in the air.
Xu Zimo opened his hands, and the demonic energy surged from his right hand, and the majestic demonic energy burned in the flames.
He clapped his right hand down, and endless demonic energy poured into the demon-transforming pool.
Just hearing a "boom", the magic pool in the sky was stirred up.
"Gulu gulu", the sound of burning flames boiling demonic energy came out.
Xu Zimo seemed to sense something, and he slowly raised his right hand.
He shouted loudly, "Get up."
A counterclockwise whirlpool appeared in the Demon Transformation Pond. The whirlpool rotated crazily, and in the end, only a tombstone was seen being lifted up.
The tombstone is a thousand meters high. On the front of the tombstone, there is a creature tied with an iron chain.
This creature, like the tombstone, is a thousand meters tall.
This creature has a pair of broken horns on its head. One horn is slightly cracked, and the other is even half broken.
Xu Zimo looked down at the half horn in his hand and remained silent.
This bull demon wears armor made of stone. It has a tall body and all the muscles in its body are visible to the naked eye.
The hair on its body is particularly thick.
There were two brown braids falling down her cheeks.
Between the eyebrows, there is a triangular symbol.
The Bull Demon had passed out and had no consciousness at all.
Its whole body was constantly burning with fiery red flames.
And as the stone tablet emerged from the surface of the Demon Transformation Pond, two fire dragons were seen rushing out of the Demon Transformation Pond.
This fire dragon should be condensed from the flames here.
The fire dragon was like a whip, constantly beating the Bull Demon.
Even though it was unconscious or even passed out, it did not stop.
"It's the Red Blade Bull Demon," the Seven-faced Demon General's voice came out anxiously.
"My lord, it's that old cow. Its condition looks very bad," Baimen said immediately.
"Why does this old cow appear here?"
"Save it first," Xu Zimo replied.
He waved his right hand, and the demonic energy surging from the sky directly annihilated the two fire dragon whips.
He looked at the iron rope imprisoning the red-blade bull demon, and slashed away the tyrant shadow in his hand with all his strength.
Just two "bang bang" sounds were heard, and the iron rope did not move at all, while Ba Ying was directly bounced away by the powerful force.
At this moment, something seemed to be disturbed.
I saw the entire world of flames begin to shake.
"Lord, get out of the way," came Baimen's shout.
In this world of flames, it was like a volcano erupting, with all the magma underneath violently gushing out.
Fireballs formed one after another and attacked Xu Zimo.
The blazing temperature burned even the void into nothingness.
Xu Zimo's figure dodged among countless fireballs, and suddenly he saw the statue above move.
The statue's head was slightly lowered, and its eyes were staring at Xu Zimo dullly.
"Those who trespass into forbidden areas will die."
The statue's faint voice contained strong murderous intent.
As soon as the statue raised his hand, the flames of the world seemed to be at his disposal.
Everyone gathered around Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the mystery of the fire attribute was surging around him.
Then he was surprised to find that the flames derived from his own fire-attribute mysteries did not obey his orders.
All the flames in this world seem to share the statue in front of me.
He rules over all fire.
Xu Zimo quickly converted the fire attribute secrets into water attribute secrets.
It's just that in this world of flames, the consumption of water attribute mysteries is really huge.
The flames exploded in front of his eyes. Xu Zimo had no ability to resist and was directly knocked away.
In the Shenzhou Continent, Baimeng and the Seven-faced Demon will tear apart the void and block Xu Zimo's front.
This statue seems to be the ancestor who played with fire.
The flame is like his arm, swinging it freely, making it like an arm.
"I seem to know who he is?" Xu Zimo said solemnly.
"Who?" Bai and Meng asked.
"Ancient God Zhurong," Xu Zimo said word by word.
The old man named San in Weiyang Palace told him before that when the ancient god asked, Zhu Rong's secret technique was hidden in Beihai.
Zhu Rong is the god of fire among the ancient gods.
Now this situation is already obvious when you think about it.
"Be careful, this guy is very strong," Baimon said.
"This is probably not the real ancient god, but a remaining consciousness," the Seven-faced Demon General said.
A single conscious body can put pressure on the great sage.
If the real ancient god were here, how powerful he would be.
No existence in the ancient times was simple.
"Death, death, death," this conscious body seems to be mechanical, just executing simple orders.
Without any thinking or clear consciousness.
The flames in this world appear to be even more violent, with seas of fire boiling and molten magma exploding.
Bai Meng jumped into the air, and the majestic demonic energy enveloped him.
The billowing holy power mixed with the demonic cloud was captured with a big palm.
Just hearing a "boom", the entire sea of fire was stirred up with countless air waves, and the conscious body was annihilated under the clutches of the devil.
Before Baimen could take action again, a red flame exploded in front of his eyes.
Baimen's figure retreated quickly.
"Cage of despair," Baimen waved his hand again, and saw his demonic energy of despair rolling in, turning into a cage and imprisoning Vulcan Zhu Rong.
"Seven-faced Killer," the Seven-faced Demon General holds a mask, and the mask splits into seven.
They represent seven emotions respectively: joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear and surprise.
The seven masks were laughing strangely, releasing demonic energy that reached the sky and surrounded the conscious body.
"Erase its consciousness," the Seven-Faced General said.
Shrouded in holy power, the entire world was shrouded in demonic energy.
The Seven-faced Demon is holding a seven-faced lotus, and the petals of this lotus are withering piece by piece.
"This guy's consciousness is terrifyingly strong," the Seven-faced Demon General said with an embarrassed expression.
As soon as he finished speaking, the void in front of him collapsed.
Countless pillars of flames rose mightily.
The figures of the three people flew away directly.
Zhu Rong's conscious body was roaring, and the sea of fire was burning, and the heat was annihilating everything.
"What's going on?" Baimeng looked at the Seven-faced Demon General and asked.
"Its consciousness is like a piece of steel, I can't erase it," the Seven-faced Demon General shook his head solemnly.
Even the consciousness of a great sage of the same level can be temporarily subdued by him.
But this conscious body has no way to do anything, which makes the Seven-faced Demon General a little embarrassed.