Demon Soil This is a terrible word, the monk's world may have some use before the sermon, but after the sermon, the monk's methods are inclined to the law, and few people are cultivating their own world.
However, some people do the opposite, as is the case with the current prison of war.
He sacrificed his vibrant world into a demonic land, a demonic land that could devour the essence of other people's worlds to improve his strength.
This world has long been tempered by him, and it is not comparable to the ordinary world at all.
The War Prison was high above, looking down at the hundreds of monks below, and said with an indifferent expression: "I am the War Prison, maybe you don't understand the origin of this name, then I can tell you now."
I am in charge of hell, over your life and death. ” "Once you enter hell, everything is empty, and now you will fall" The battle prison gaze scanned the hundreds of monks around him, and said lightly.
As he spoke, the infernal aura of the entire world began to revive, diffusing at a terrifying rate.
It is like a plague, which expands and devours.
Many monks' faces changed drastically, and in the face of the ubiquitous infernal qi, they frantically bombarded the barriers of this world while stretching out their body protection true yuan.
But the walls of this world were too strong, and no matter how much they bombarded, they couldn't blast out of this demonic land.
The masked girl had a solemn face, glanced at the young man of the human race, and said in a deep voice: "The space-time barrier of this demonic land should have an artifact, otherwise it will definitely not be so strong. ” "There is not much time left, we join forces, all open our own worlds, and use the superposition of the power of the world to blast away this magical land."
The sick and weak youth is in the color road.
"But in this way, many monks' worlds will be turned into the underworld."
The masked girl said worriedly.
"We can't do so much, or we're all going to die here."
The sick and weak young man's eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light, and he shouted: "All monks, open your world, and instill the power of your world into my world, I will open the barrier of this world." ” The monks of the Terran tribe immediately responded in unison, this sick and weak young man was the strongest, and the Terran naturally respected him.
The masked girl hesitated for a moment, and then said loudly: "The strong man of the demon spirit clan, everyone cooperates with him."
With that, she opened her world first, and imported all the force of the world into the world of the sick and weak youth.
The heart of the battle prison moved, and a rotating fairy sword was suspended in the palm of his hand, and he slashed through the void at the sick and weak young man, and the fairy sword in his hand struck a peerless blow.
The sick and weak young man seemed to feel something, and the soul power at the center of his eyebrows frantically agitated, and a wisp of soul storm immediately burst out.
That soul storm was so shocking that it actually shattered the sword light and blasted towards the body of the soul sword.
At the same time, another soul storm swept out and slammed into the body of the war prison.
War Prison's face was solemn, and he exhaled, and he mobilized the power of the entire hellish land into a sigil.
The sigil fell from the sky, and a word for hell shone brightly on it, circulating the power of the entire hell.
Strict, bloodthirsty, killing, all kinds of negative breath blasted into the depths of the sick and weak young man's sea of knowledge, making him like a lightning strike, and the whole person was shocked three times in a row.
"How are you?"
the masked girl asked with concern as she watched the huge prison word lock onto the sick and weak young man from afar.
"I can hold on."
The sick and weak young man gritted his teeth and insisted.
The green tendons on his forehead were exposed, the muscles on his face were a little distorted, the corners of his mouth were constantly flowing with black blood, and a dark aura gradually overflowed from his whole body.
Mobilizing the netherworld aura of the whole world, the coercion of the sick and weak youth is unimaginable.
It can be said that he is suffering every minute and every second, but he understands that he can't fall now, and if he falls, then he will definitely not be the only one who dies.
"Soul storm, release it to your heart's content" The soul at the center of the sick young man's eyebrows stirred up a limit.
One soul storm after another kept pouring out.
The power of the soul is different from the true element, it is another kind of transcendent energy, as long as it is a living race, in the face of the soul storm, it will be hit.
The War Prison can mobilize the power of the entire underworld, but he can't mobilize it unscrupulously, after all, most of the power is still used for defense.
In the face of the crazy soul storm, he also suffered extremely serious trauma.
He looked at the sick and weak young man and said angrily, "I want to see how long you can hold on, I'm afraid that if you have ten more breaths, you will become my puppet completely." ” "Three breaths no, one breath is enough."
After the sick and weak young man said this, it was like a return to the light, and the spirit of the whole person was raised to a terrifying level, and the world power of hundreds of people was penetrated into his world, at this moment, he felt that the power in his hand was enough to change the world and kill anyone strongly.
Even if he is a strong man at the level of a jade immortal, he has the confidence to fight The power of the world, which was originally going to bombard the world barrier, was reversed by him, and he wanted to go towards the war prison to bombard.
"No, stop."
The masked girl said in shock.
"It's not good, I'm afraid that the heavenly spirit has fallen into the magic net" A middle-aged human race's complexion changed suddenly, he shouted, and blasted into the other party's sea of consciousness with the power of Taoist silence and inaction, wanting to wake up the sick and weak youth.
There was a hint of clarity in the eyes of the Heavenly Spirit, but it was even overshadowed by madness.
"The four little powerhouses of the Protoss, if the number one battle prison falls into my hands, then my heavenly spirit will rise to the power of the heavens and all the worlds."
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Heavenly Spirit shouted.
"Heavenly Spirit, you have entered the demon barrier, wake up quickly."
The Terran powerhouse shouted again.
"Get out of here, I'm in charge of my affairs, when it's your turn to make decisions for me."
The Heavenly Spirit scolded angrily, and with the supreme spiritual power, he cut off the traces of the monk, and the world power in his hand was condensed by him, and it was released without the slightest reservation.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the prison prison's mouth.
No matter how strong you are, you don't want to be my puppet His mind moved, and the word prison swayed in mid-air, blocking his side.
At the same time, he constantly mobilized the power of this underworld, frantically devouring the force of the world.
I have to say that the force of the world is too terrifying.
The word for prison lasted three breaths before it was completely reduced to ashes.
Even if the prison mobilized the power of the entire underworld, it could only block five breaths.
The Force of the world flew high into the sky and towards the farthest end of the world.
With an earth-shattering explosion, a small crack in the world appeared, and at the same time, shards of bronze fell from the void.
Everyone vaguely saw an ancient shield shattered, and dense cracks appeared.
But that's about it.
If the Celestial Spirit bombarded a place where many monks gathered, then they could calmly escape.
Because the laws of this small world are completely imprisoned by them, even the master of this demonic land, the war demon, is powerless to intervene.
But the Heavenly Spirit Bombardment was the farthest place, and even if they wanted to, they couldn't.
After squandering the World Force in his body, Tianling's mind was dazzling, and then there was a brief lucidity.
He froze for a moment, as if he had lost everything, and his face showed endless sadness.
The middle-aged man who tried to wake him up just now came to his side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, you've done a good job, it's not your fault." ” When Tian Ling was about to say something, suddenly, a huge killing aura rushed into his sea of consciousness, making his eyes turn blood-red.
He grabbed the man's neck at once, and the majestic soul power came out of his body, and he was about to shatter the monk's soul.
The middle-aged man's face changed drastically.
The distance between the two sides was too close, and the other party's soul storm was too terrifying, and he simply didn't have time to resist.
Moreover, even if he resisted, the result would be a heavy blow if it was not a fall.
The Terran monks not far away all changed color, and many monks planned to make a move.
The middle-aged man scolded, "Don't do it, leave it to me." ” Just when the soul storm of the heavenly spirit swept into his sea of consciousness, he gave up all defenses, and let that soul storm destroy his sea of consciousness and annihilate his soul.
At the moment of his fall, his hidden consciousness turned into a straight word.
"I've been in the limelight all my life.
This is the essence of my life's righteousness, and now I am sending it to you, hoping that you will be able to get out of your current predicament.
"That orthography was like the sun in the night, tearing through the endless darkness, burying the dark power on the heavenly spirit, and blasting into the depths of his sea of consciousness.
This middle-aged man is also a legend, but he is limited to qualifications and has not been able to reach the realm of harmony.
But the righteousness of his life is rarely compared.
It is the nemesis of evil demons, which is the supreme principle of heaven and earth.
He also thought about relying on the righteousness in his chest to return the heavens and the earth, but the power of this underworld was too great, and he had nothing to do to suppress it, so he decided to pass on the essence of his life to the heavenly spirit, hoping that the righteousness could be carried forward in his body.
The evil aura in his eyes quickly disappeared, and Tianling looked at the middle-aged man who was killed by himself blankly, and suddenly understood something.
Endless anger burned in his heart, and he pointed to the war prison and said, "I will bury you with you." ” "Kill me, do you still have that strength now" With the support of many World Forces, the strength of the War Prison is getting stronger and stronger.
He looked proudly at the hundreds of monks below, like a proud emperor.
"Don't be impulsive, you're seriously injured right now, and you're no match for the war demon at all."
The masked girl stops the Celestial Spirit from making a move.
"Do you want to watch him kill us," the Heavenly Spirit said indignantly.
"Maybe there will be a miracle."
The masked girl whispered.
"Miracle" Tianling was stunned.
The masked girl finished speaking, but she fell into deep thought.
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A plain face appeared in her mind, only to quickly fade away.
Will he come, he's just a dream.
"Miracle, I can tell you, in my underworld, no one can save you, the only thing you have to do is to wait for death."
The prison laughed wildly, and the whole person almost went insane.
And at this moment, almost all of them felt a coercion like nine heavens, coming from outside the sky.
A vast stone monument fell from the endless sea of fire and rumbled in the direction of the war prison.
The third update is here, to be continued
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