There wasn't one drop of his blood left in Wei Sheng's body.
The multi-colored rain of light above the Grave Ghost Mound slowly spun around Zuo Mo. The seal scripts and mo matrices floating in the air seemed to suddenly awaken as they spun restlessly.
The skeleton instantly turned to powder that fell to the ground.
In his eyes, the Fire Skeleton that possessed pure divine power was like a supreme-grade braised pork ribs that gave off an alluring fragrance. Amidst the nonstop chatter, there was the clear sound of saliva being swallowed.
Damn it!
However, no one cared about the loser.
Even the mo far away from the battle lines, Tan Kunlun couldn't help but change expression.
When his gaze turned to the high platform at the center of the sacrificial altar, his body shook and his eyes lit up!
Before he could finish his sentence, his body began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually disappeared into thin air.
When the bloody mist dissipated, the figures of the two were gone.
This blood was the blood of true heroes. It contained the power, beliefs, and hatred of these experts when they were alive. It also contained astoundingly pure power.
The Chief Mo God complained inside. The jinzhi in front of him was strange and strange. The seal scripts and mo matrices floating in the surroundings released different types of power. When these powers merged together, it was like a quagmire of power. He was unable to move!
No matter what shen technique he used, he would become one with this strange quagmire of power!
No one cared about the fight from a few days ago.
Even if his "Demon God's Brute Palm" was blocked, and even if his "Demon God's Brute Palm" was destroyed by his opponent's divine technique, he would not be this surprised. The strange and sudden silence in front of him was beyond his understanding.
All of the mo territories were discussing a name, Xiao Mo Ge, the Xiao Mo Ge who was like the sun in the sky!
No one knew that deep underground outside the city, an extremely great battle was occurring.
The surrounding people suddenly woke up. Zuo Mo's voice seemed to ring in their minds.
Each drop was like poison.
Yet at this time, no one had the time to exclaim. Those that were strong immediately found an indistinct figure in the rain of light.
Seeing A Gui safe and sound, the rock in his heart landed.
Thirty li underground, there was a blood cocoon about the height of a person.
The other three statues instantly shattered and three monsters appeared in front of him. A sheep-headed monster, a bull-headed monster, and a hawk-headed monster.
The inside of his body became a battlefield.
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"Ahhhhh! All of you come out … … "The grief-stricken Black Gold Seal Soldier turned around and shouted as he charged towards the high platform at the center of the sacrificial altar.
The anger in the Great Demon God's eyes finally disappeared, replaced by a trace of fear. He knew the true meaning of jinzhi, but he still didn't understand how Xiao Mo Ge could control these astounding power flows.
It was too complicated!
Because he was Wei Sheng. His strength might not be strong enough, but his willpower wasn't inferior to anyone's!
Blood seeped out of the God-Killing Blood Sword and flowed towards the blood cocoon. It flowed along the blood cocoon's pipes and into Wei Sheng's body. Wei Sheng's previous blood flowed along other pipes and into the God-Killing Blood Sword.
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Even the stupidest person could guess this person's identity.
Countless turbulent flows of power revolved around him, cutting, twisting, and grinding him. This energy caused the Divine Power in his body to be consumed at an alarming rate. However, no matter how he struggled, he could not break free of the shackles!
[Demon God's Brute Palm]!
Which freak had thought of such a freakish method!
When the mo matrix below lit up, the rhinoceros mo god had a feeling of danger. Yet what happened next far surpassed his imagination.
How was this possible?
Even in the mo territories, everyone knew of it. No matter how the mo hated it, they could not deny its power. Compared to the collapse of Xuan Kong Temple and the decline of Xi Xuan, Kun Lun had become even stronger and more feared.
The Black Gold Seal Soldier was not afraid. His eyes lit up as he shouted, "Mine, mine, all mine!"
As though it was proving his imagination, the bright bloody handprint above his head quickly melted, shrank until it disappeared.
The purple fire in A Gui's eyes was astoundingly bright as though it was about to erupt. The death shen power inside the fire skeleton was many times stronger and purer than the ghost generals they had encountered outside. The ghost generals' shen power was like a thin stream, and the fire skeleton's shen power was a surging river.
When time seemed to freeze, a bloody handprint silently froze in the air.
If this was any other person, any drop would be fatal. The beliefs of these experts were strong. In front of their powerful beliefs, the souls of ordinary people would immediately turn to dust. There would only be one result, exploding and dying.
The pressure on his body increased, and the rate at which his shen power was being used increased. The Chief Mo God knew that if he did not make a decision now, he would forever be trapped in this freakish jinzhi.
At this time, the mo matrices and seal scripts in the surroundings suddenly moved. He suddenly stopped and his body tightened.
The shadow of the fight that had occurred a few days ago seemed to fade from people's minds. One side of the fight was confirmed to be a Kun Lun sword xiu, and one with cultivation close to fanxu. This cast a shadow over this peaceful city.
Xiao Yun Hai was Xiao Mo Ge. Even though the major factions had a tacit agreement to keep this a secret, the Chief Mo God's angry shout before he retreated caused everyone to know of this matter. If it was said that Xiao Mo Ge could only be counted as one of the top experts of the younger generation in the past, then now, no one would think so.
Looking at the [Mo God's Brute Palm] silently floating in the air, he stilled.
This displeased the Black Gold Seal Soldier greatly. The entire sacrificial altar echoed with the Black Gold Seal Soldier's screams and chatter.
The braised ribs flew away!
Pia pia pia!
Each drop of blood was the blood that the God-Killing Blood Sword had drunk after it had killed an expert. Countless years, it had drunk the blood of countless experts.
The Black Gold Seal Soldier's expression was about to cry.
Suddenly, the fire skeleton's body froze. A hand shrouded in purple energy passed through its forehead. All of the flames suddenly disappeared, and the light of the bones dimmed.
He stared viciously at Zuo Mo and gritted out, "Xiao Mo Ge, we cannot live under the same sky!"
After resolving the threat of the Mo Shen Temple, Zuo Mo's mind instantly relaxed. He was greatly reassured by the power of the [King's Forbidden Firmament]. Only now did he find that A Gui had disappeared. He paled and hurriedly came down to search.
In the night sky above the Grave Ghost Mound, Zuo Mo's figure with his arms spread like rain was like a king looking down on his territory. The pride of being high above and the ease of controlling everything naturally spread out in that frozen time.
The Chief Mo God!
Only now did he finally understand the true meaning of this jinzhi.
The battle underground was also intense. The Black Gold Seal Soldier and the fire skeleton were fighting fiercely. The Black Gold Seal Soldier that had increased in power should have had the upper hand. However, the fire skeleton had the home advantage, and it had some unique abilities. The battle was in a stalemate.
No one had thought that the [Mo God's Brute Palm] that pulled at the primal energies of the universe, covered the sky, and created a tsunami of power was just this normal sized bright red handprint!
Even the bright light could not cover his light.
Pia!
Xiao Mo Ge was stronger than they had imagined!
Zuo Mo who had entered the cave heard this and almost stumbled. He sweated inside. This tone, why is it similar to ge?
The sickle mo matrix on the Chief Mo God's face was bright red and showed the anger he felt at this time. However, he was a decisive person. He knew that he could not succeed today and protecting himself was the most important. He decisively channeled shen power into his body to protect his entire body.
His arms spread, Zuo Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.
The rhinoceros mo god had sensed the Chief Mo God's attack. Other than shock, he reacted quickly. He knew that the mission this time had completely failed.
The fire skeleton was not low in intelligence and would occasionally roar angrily.
However, there was too much explosive news in this period of time that attracted people's attention. The Mo Shen Temple's defeat at the Grave Ghost Mound was the hottest topic at this time. The Mo Shen Temple had once been thought of as one of the factions most likely to gather the mo.
Swinging his right arm lightly, he waved his hand casually and shouted, "Turn."
Wei Sheng did not die, even though all of his blood had been changed to this venomous hero's blood.
Before the other people had recovered, he suddenly appeared behind Youxi Ya Ke and scooped up Youxi Ya Ke. His left arm suddenly exploded into a bloody mist that shrouded the two.
"You rotten fire skeleton, ye can smell your rotten stench. You have been buried for so many years, are you still not satisfied? Obediently let ye help you, and you can accumulate some merit. It will be your good fortune to enter ye's stomach. How many beautiful beasts wish for it, come come come … … "
A hint of viciousness flashed through his eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue. The sickle mo matrix on his face suddenly turned from bright red to grey-white. His plump cheeks shriveled up in a strange manner.
Using enough chaotic flows of power to turn the entire jinzhi area into a power graveyard. Any power that entered this graveyard would be split and assimilated.
Even if it was quietly floating in the air, the bright red palm print could still let people clearly feel the tyrannical and brutal aura it emitted!
When millions of clear glyphs moved restlessly, everyone changed expressions. Everyone was overwhelmed with shock. Countless traces of light were born and extinguished, and even those that were proficient in demonic markings were unable to pry out the slightest pattern!
Every inch of the battlefield was a terrible battlefield, a battlefield where one would either win or die.
The talented Lin Qian who had appeared out of nowhere was the most outstanding successor. Compared to the other sects, this Kun Lun was even scarier.
The destructive power, which was as violent as a tsunami, stopped without the slightest bit of buffering.
Kun Lun!
He looked with lingering fear at the youth in the middle of the multi-colored rain of light. He rejoiced that he had not fallen into this fatal jinzhi.
The battle on the surface did not affect the underground.
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