The two-foot-tall figure also had black six wings behind it, a large head, almost half of the entire body volume, only a few sparse yellow hairs on the top of the head, a pair of eyes exuding dead white, and extremely thin limbs, as well as a body, in stark contrast to the huge head, and a mouthful of yellow teeth that smelled fishy.
A faint aura of darkness continued to waft out of him.
On his body, there were at least a dozen deep visible bone scars, and the huge head had even been cut off, and he could see the white furrows wriggling inside like insect repellent, as disgusting as he wanted.
His voice, in particular, became unusually hoarse, sounding like a crow chirping.
"You" Long Haochen looked at this "unknown creature" blankly, and was a little speechless for a while.
The two-foot villain smiled, "I'm the Demon God Crocel, to be precise, I'm the essence of Crocel."
Among the seventy-two pillar demon gods, my strength is nothing, but when it comes to survivability, few of them can compare with me.
You're just killing my parasite.
Speaking of which, it is really difficult to cultivate such a parasite, and it takes a near-perfect body among you humans to satisfy me.
And then it will take me years to completely occupy it, and I will have to transfer more than 90% of my strength into the parasite.
However, no matter how difficult it is, it is worth it, at least the parasite is so perfect, and it is my second life.
That skill you had just now was indeed terrifying, and it was even comparable to the top thirty-six Demon Gods.
Unfortunately, all you can kill is my parasite. ” "Listen to your voice, you shouldn't be that old.
Hopefully you're handsome enough.
Even the sacrificial skill has been used, so it's hard for you to lift a finger now.
Take off the mask on your face and show me, if you can satisfy me, although your soul will be obliterated, at least your body can merge with me, what a glory it is for you" Speaking of this, Crosell couldn't help but laugh, but the laughter was full of coldness and cruelty.
He hated Long Haochen so much, it was extremely difficult to cultivate a parasite, once the parasite was killed, it would take at least five years for him to recover his original strength, and his vitality would be greatly damaged.
It will take ten years for the vitality to fully recover.
Therefore, at this time, Crossell was completely dominant, he was not in a hurry to kill Long Haochen at all, and he would not give up if he didn't torture the immortals to death.
Long Haochen seemed to be very scared, his body trembled slightly, his left hand let go of the Blue Rain and the Hibiscus of Light, slowly lifted up, and took off his mask.
At this moment, he really had a hard time even raising his hand, and the fusion with Haoyue and the double consumption of sacrificial skills had made him reach the point of exhaustion.
Yating and Haoyue also fell into a deep sleep weakly, and the four holy guards were afraid of Crocel's ferocity and did not dare to appear, and in front of him, it seemed that there was only one dead end left.
The mask was taken off with some difficulty, revealing Long Haochen's pale but still extremely handsome face.
The Child of Light itself is synonymous with perfection, and although the appearance of the original parasite of the Demon God Crossel is handsome, it is too far behind compared to Long Haochen, whether it is appearance or temperament, it is the difference between heaven and earth.
Therefore, when Crossel saw Long Haochen's handsome appearance, he was stunned.
The previous anger was instantly replaced by ecstasy.
With his insight, he could naturally see that Long Haochen was a hundred times stronger than his previous parasite.
His temperament and body are so perfect, if he can be used as his parasite, then maybe it will take another five years to recover Just when Crosell was dancing excitedly, suddenly, a touch of crystal orange red shot out without warning, and the orange-red brilliance was so magnificent, like a long rainbow that pierced the sky, instantly penetrating Crosell's big head.
Crocel's excited gaze suddenly became dull, and his body staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground.
Isn't that the one that runs through his head the aria of the goddess of light?
That fierce epic orange-red light is also the magnificent brilliance of this divine sword Long Haochen's body collapsed directly to the ground, gasping for breath, and the placket under the battle armor of the Adamantite Pedestal was already soaked with sweat.
At this point, he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger.
However, his eyes were still fixed on Crocel, and it wasn't until a dark blue crown-like light burst out of his body and flew frantically to the side that Long Haochen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The appearance of the Demon God's Crown means that the Demon God Crossel is really dead.
"Your abilities are truly beyond my expectations.
It is worthy of being one of the seventy-two pillar demon gods of the demon race.
Long Haochen sighed and said, although he couldn't move, he could still speak.
The battle just now touched him deeply, although he was not injured, but the danger of the battle just now was even greater than when Cai'er's Death God Favored Artist awakened.
At that time, Long Haochen was at least able to control the time to leave through the eternal melody.
And just now he was really close to the end of the mountain.
Crocel is so cunning that his body turns out to be a parasite, while the body is hidden within the parasite.
At the critical moment, being able to escape through the parasite was something that Long Haochen could never have imagined, and no one could have imagined.
I'm afraid those demon gods don't know this ability of Crosell.
When Long Haochen saw that Crosell was still alive, he felt a little desperate in his heart.
He could feel Crosell's strength at that time, and the parasite was killed, and the weakening of Crocel was great.
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And his ontology has also been hit hard.
In terms of spiritual power, Crossel is equivalent to a seventh-order cultivation at most.
Having lost 90 percent of his strength, he was already very weak.
Especially his body, because he has always been parasitic in that tall and handsome body, has degraded very seriously, and his external spiritual power is infinitely close to zero.
However, such a Crossel was fatal enough for Long Haochen, who was no longer able to act in the slightest.
At this moment of life and death, Long Haochen tried his best to calm down, he knew that he only had one chance, and it was really his last chance.
Crossel relaxed, relaxed because of Long Haochen's physical state.
With his ability to perceive the Demon God, he could completely feel Long Haochen's weakness, so he didn't have the slightest precaution.
Long Haochen took off his mask to find the best chance for himself, although Crosser was also vulnerable at that time, but once his last attack was resisted, then, he had no chance of surviving.
The exhaustion of the spiritual power in his body made him have no way to fight against Crocel.
Don't even dare to teleport.
If his physical state were to be teleported through the Eternal Melody, it would probably be torn apart by the turbulence of time and space.
Sure enough, as Long Haochen expected, Crocel, who had lost his parasite, needed a new body too much, and when he saw Long Haochen's appearance, his excitement minimized his vigilance.
It was also at this time that Long Haochen's attack was launched.
The Knights of Punishment of Shenghua have a powerful amplified attack skill.
And Long Haochen used his spiritual power to divide the Shenghua skill into two parts, one part inspired the Goddess of Light Aria, and the other part became its thrust, which ran through Crocel's head and succeeded in one blow.
Where did this power of Shenghua come from, Long Haochen was full of gratitude to the Holy Moon Warrior at this time.
Isn't this Shenghua skill from the Assassin Temple's Holy Moon Warrior lineage, Long Haochen will always have such a skill in his body in case of emergency.
There are certain restrictions on grafting, and skills that are too powerful and domineering cannot be stored, otherwise they will hurt their bodies.
Shenghua was the most useful in Long Haochen's opinion, with huge spiritual power, which was conducive to transformation and amplification, and could have an unexpected effect.
So, under normal circumstances, he is now storing Shenghua in his body.
Unexpectedly, today he saved his own life by virtue of the storage of grafts.
Crossell's hole cards were opened at the right time, but it was his biggest mistake that he didn't kill Long Haochen at the first time.
Long Haochen won this battle very lucky, and Crossel's final conspiracy was only a little bit successful.
At this time, recalling the process just now, Long Haochen's heart was still full of fear.
The seventy-two pillar demon gods of the demon race, it is really not so easy to deal with, this is the forty-ninth ranked demon god, and how powerful will it be if it is ranked higher Long Haochen still deeply remembers the feeling of powerlessness when he was trapped by the necromantic demon god Samikina, if it wasn't for Samikina's unlucky encounter with the Tower of Eternity, I'm afraid Long Haochen would have died in battle.
After learning from the pain, Long Haochen slowly closed his eyes to rest, the overdraft of his body took time to recover, and the same was true of the spiritual power in his body.
Crosser was dead, and he had plenty of time to recuperate.
As for the Demon God's Crown, it's strange that it can run.
This is the Tower of Eternity.
Without Long Haochen's teleportation, no creature would be able to get out of it, unless the Demon God's Crown could reach the level of a super artifact, and there might be a glimmer of chance.
Therefore, Long Haochen was not in a hurry at all, and let it rush left and right in the Tower of Eternity to hit the wall.
After resting for half an hour, Long Haochen had the strength to sit up, eat a few pills refined by Lin Xin to restore his strength, and then recover his spiritual power through cultivation.
To be continued: