Chapter eight hundred and ninety, forcibly delaying time
The seven major forces have fought openly and secretly for tens of thousands of years.
Even if there is a short-term cooperation, it is a mutual calculation. There has never been a sincere alliance. Everything is for the benefit.
But this time it seems a little different.
Under the threat of death, everyone made a mutual decision.
Mo Baiku was a little surprised to find that the monks who had a dying intention in front of him had something strange in their eyes at this moment. They swallowed the pills and used secret techniques to force their vitality and stared at them.
Very strange.
These people seemed to have once again been plucked up the courage to fight against themselves.
"It's really ridiculous." Mo Baiku looked at the people in front of him with a sneering sneer: "It's just a matter of resisting. What other means can you do? It's just a few magic weapons carrying the holy power, as well as the supreme tranquility realm, the immortal divine thunder, call it
Feng, Thousand Hands Underworld Domain are just things like this.”
The seven major forces have a good understanding of each other.
Mo Baiku casually pointed out the trump card that everyone had not yet used.
For him, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Now his confidence is unprecedentedly high.
The spiritual tide he had accumulated for hundreds of years was enough for him to spend a long time. After killing these people and consolidating his realm, he could completely control the Xuantian Holy Dynasty.
Immediately afterwards, control several saint ruins and comprehend the laws, their strength will surely improve by leaps and bounds again.
What kind of shitty Star Sea God is also qualified to come to my Demon Sect to show off his power?
He had planned everything in his mind.
But the people in Shenshan slowly dispersed and sacrificed various magical talismans and magic weapons to protect themselves. He couldn't help but frown: "It's so stupid. If you don't unite, you actually chose to scatter your way."
"Since you choose this way, I will spend more tricks and kill them one by one."
Mo Baiku took action indifferently.
The terrifying dark tide surging away.
He chose Shen Shan.
"The body is in the world!" Shen Shan roared, and white light appeared on his body. Then his body gradually became illusory, and it actually merged with the great way and escaped into nothingness.
This is considered a kind of ability of a fusion monk.
Understand the great way and temporarily integrate with the way that is in harmony with yourself.
It can indeed avoid damage, but in this case, it cannot be attacked.
The dark tide fell into the sky.
"Struggle to death." Mo Baiku snorted coldly, then turned around to kill Luo Feng.
The Hundred Demon God Banners fought hard, carrying an unparalleled offensive and divine power.
Luo Feng looked solemn, and his hands were waved and turned into thousands of hands in an instant, just like the gods and demons in ancient legends. This is the top secret technique of the Luo family, and only the head of the family is qualified to master it.
Thousand Hands Nether Realm.
A terrifying aura spreads, making people feel like they are in purgatory.
But he used this magic to not be prepared to fight with Mo Bai's cave for life and death.
Thousands of arms blocked their bodies and evolved into the world, as if the entire Netherworld was blocked in front of them, resisting the attack from Mo Bai's Cave.
If you use such a secret technique, it is naturally difficult for even the Hundred Demon God Banners to invade.
"Hmm?" Mo Baiku frowned: "What does this mean?"
This kind of killing method is actually used to defend, which is ridiculous.
But he really couldn't break this move in a short time.
But the other party cannot cause any harm to him.
What's the point of this?
Mo Baiku was a little impatient. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he just couldn't tell what was wrong.
So he turned to attack the next target.
The next one is a monk from Zihuang Tower.
Mo Baiku pinched the magic trick, but before he could take action, the Zihuang Tower monk hurriedly sacrificed a powerful treasure, and a terrifying light fell on his body, and his whole skin was covered with a layer of magic stone.
Deep black light.
Not only that, he also swallowed the blood-red pill for a moment, and his body instantly increased by more than 30%. Such methods made his painful face twist, but it also made his body strong to an incredible level.
"this......"
Mo Baiku felt stranger: "What are you doing?"
Before he could attack, the monk from Zihuang Tower threw out a lot of life-saving methods.
It seems that I don’t want to kill the enemy, I just want to protect myself.
I haven't taken action yet, right?
The monk was a little embarrassed, but he still had a cold expression, expressing his reluctance to admit defeat.
Mo Baiku became a little irritated.
He began to attack others a little crazy.
But the target he selected either uses superb escape technique to avoid it or pays a huge price to resist. It just doesn't give Mo Baiku a chance to kill people.
When a group of top monks start to play rogues, the semi-saint will also be troubled for a while.
"Go to die!" Mo Baiku roared and controlled a large number of spiritual tides and rushed away, trying to annihilate all the people in front of him.
But they suddenly gathered together as if they had agreed, joined forces to resist the powerful offensive, and spread the power to everyone as much as possible, so as to ensure that everyone will not suffer too serious injuries.
Mo Baiku felt something was wrong.
Could these people want to delay until their spiritual power is exhausted?
But this is ridiculous.
Even if the accumulated spiritual tide is exhausted, these people will not be able to pose any threat to themselves. Moreover, their spiritual power is also being consumed wildly, so it is meaningless to do so.
"What a group of ridiculous idiots." Mo Baiku dispelled the strange thoughts in his mind, and then drove away again by the Hundred Demon God Banners, with awe-inspiring murderous intent and destroying all the stars.
And at this moment, Mo Baiku suddenly felt a soreness in his heart, as if something was biting his heart.
His offensive became unconscious.
Mo Baiku stopped, grabbed his chest with a trembling hand, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suppress the pain, but the more he suppressed, the more he felt the pain was coming out like a volcano bursting.
"How could this happen?" Mo Baiku's face showed a hint of pain.
Everyone in Shenshan was overjoyed when they saw this.
It's really useful to delay time!
Mo Baiku growled angrily: "Use poison? This is your method? It is ridiculous to poison a monk with a fusion Taoist merging. The magic cultivator's method is to refine the world, let alone the poison."
A powerful force emerged from him madly, and the energy between heaven and earth was absorbed and refined by him. Mo Bai's cave was now like it turned into a huge stove, burning everything.
Everyone looked at each other.
If it is poisonous, it may be useless.
After all, the other party practices the magic cultivator.
But the next moment, the situation changed again.
The painful expression on Mo Baiku's face became more and more obvious. He suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood, but did not force out the poison. The spirit body gradually became a little unstable, and the realm was trembling as if it was about to fall.
"Impossible, what is this!" Mo Baiku was extremely frightened.
He couldn't actually refine the poison.
There is no reason.
Shen Shan was naturally overjoyed when he saw this. He said in a weak voice: "The Xuanwu Fruit has been completely absorbed by you and incorporated into the foundation of the purple palace, and penetrated into the bone marrow. How do you refine it? Unless you completely refine your own foundation of the Dao.
Lose."
Anyone with some common sense in cultivating immortals knows that refining the foundation of the great Dao is even more serious than self-killing.
If you kill the most of your life, you will fall, and your foundation in refining the great way can only become a useless person.
"You poisoned the mysterious mist fruit!!"
"mean!"
Mo Baiku was angry and unwilling to believe it. Then his spiritual body continued to tremble and crack, and he sprayed blood again. His body fell heavily to the ground, as if he could not raise any strength.