The ground with a radius of ten miles collapsed at an extremely fast speed, making a loud rumbling sound, and an extremely huge pit appeared.
What a destructive power it was.
Whether it was Mo Mie, Mo Luo and other powerful demon clansmen, the two ghost emperors, or Qin Yu, Chang Sheng and others, they all looked a little bit changed when they saw such a shocking scene.
With such a powerful punch, even a strong person in the Xuan Realm may not be able to do more than this.
"Death to the underworld" Motian roared, and the moment he finished speaking, a huge demonic fist, with extremely terrifying power, hit the Netherworld Prince who was sinking into the ground. boom The huge roaring sound that shook the sky spread out.
Within a hundred miles, the violent air waves set off by the roar were enough to severely injure a fifth-grade emperor.
The huge pit on the ground collapsed deeper at an extremely fast speed.
The raging demonic energy clung to the ground and spread in all directions.
Even a ninth-grade emperor would be under unbearable damage.
Qin Yu, who was watching the battle not far away, was shaken by this powerful force and had to use his Shura blood body to resist, otherwise he would be injured.
Such a punch was really terrifying.
Qin Yu was extremely uneasy in his heart.
Demon Tian, who was also a ninth-level demon emperor and ranked second on the ancient holy monument list, exerted all his strength and mighty demonic power.
It is not comparable to Mo Luo, who is ranked fifty on the list of ancient holy monuments.
Although Qin Yu had some upper hand in the battle with Mo Luo, compared with Mo Tian, the gap was really huge.
If the target of this punch was himself, I am afraid that the chance of survival would not be great.
Under the mighty power of the fist, the hard ground was as vulnerable as tofu, and more than half of the forty-foot-long demonic arm sank into the ground.
Motian's consciousness was connected to the ancient demonic body.
He felt that under the terrifying power carried by the demonic fist, the ground collapsed into countless tiny pieces, and directly under the demonic fist, there was an extremely hard existence.
Withstood this terrifying force There is no doubt that this is the ghost body of the Netherworld Prince Motian looked stern, raised his demonic fist, and slammed down the other demonic fist.
Then, like a violent storm, his fists aimed at the position of the Netherworld Prince and blasted away indiscriminately.
Such intensive attacks formed heavy fist shadows, thunderous loud noises could be heard, and the ground undulated violently with each bombardment of the magic fist.
Everyone present turned pale.
The terrifying destructive power caused by such a powerful and intensive attack caused the ground in a radius of tens of feet to collapse to a depth of dozens of feet.
Mo Luo looked at Mo Tian with a look of extremely fanatical admiration and laughed: "Hahaha, that ghost prince deserves to be like this.
He angered my elder brother and this is what he will end up with."
"The eldest brother is integrated with the ancient demon body.
Even if his combat power is compared with some strong men in the mysterious demon realm in the clan, he is not much better.
Gui and the prince will undoubtedly die."
Demon Mie Dao, he does not believe that there are other cultivators who can withstand such terrifying and intensive attacks, even the prince of the ghost realm is not an exception.
At this time, the ghost body of the prince of the ghost realm is much stronger than the ghost body of the ghost realm.
It's broken.
"Die, die, die" Mo Tian said almost madly, with a ferocious face, and the power of the demon fist became more and more powerful.
He could feel that the ghost body of the Nether Prince was driven deeper into the ground by the powerful power carried by the demon fist, but it never collapsed.
The ghost body is equivalent to that once the ghost body collapses, it means that the Nether Prince is not far away from being destroyed.
Motian roared crazily, and the demon fist was even better in terms of power and attack speed, trying to defeat the ghost body of the Netherworld Prince.
"Motian, if you only have this little strength, you are really just like an ant."
The indifferent voice came from the underground, without concealing the contempt in it, and reached Motian's ears.
"You Ming is waiting for me to blast your ghost body and control your soul.
Let's see if you can still say such words."
Mo Tian said angrily, and the demon fist suddenly stagnated.
The next moment, thousands of fist shadows were set off and blasted down.
In an instant, thousands of punches hit the Nether Prince's body.
The ground, which had become a huge pit, could no longer withstand such terrifying force.
Amidst a burst of rumbling noises, bottomless cracks opened.
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"Motian, I will let you see what it means to be invincible in the mysterious realm."
A voice that was indifferent and without any emotion came from the underground.
Immediately after seeing it, a black curtain shot out from the soil, covering the huge magic fist that was blasted down quickly.
Half of the magic arm actually moved in a kind of way.
It withered at an extremely fast speed, and a moment later, it disappeared strangely and silently.
At this time, the remaining half of the demon arm was still moving like a violent storm, looking extremely terrifying.
"How is this possible?"
Motian's figure was suddenly stunned, and his pair of purple pupils were full of disbelief.
If the Nether Prince can barely resist his attack, he can still accept it.
He has condensed hundreds of ancient demonic bodies, and has enough capital to kill the Nether Prince.
However, the sudden and strange shady scene happened silently.
In a short time, the devil's arm was wiped out so easily.
This is really unbelievable to the devil.
"Impossible" Motian roared, his expression extremely ferocious, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and his huge demonic feet stepped out in the direction of the Netherworld Prince.
"This must be an accident.
No matter what methods you use, you will never be the emperor."
However, after Demon Tianhua finished speaking, he saw the ghost body of Prince Netherworld rising from the ground, and under his feet was a dense black light, like a black hole.
Immediately, a black light shot out, and the moment it came into contact with the huge devil's feet, it made a scalp-numbing piercing sound.
Immediately after, it was seen that the huge devil's feet withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And then disappeared into nothingness In a moment, most of the legs of the ancient demon body withered and dissipated, and an extremely deep black light spread towards the whole body of the demon body.
A look of horror appeared on Motian's face, and his figure immediately burst out from the heart of the ancient demon body, completely giving up on this ancient demon body.
Otherwise, even he would be infected with this black light.
"What kind of power is this?"
Motian said in horror, still in shock.
This strange black light made him feel great danger.
Qin Yu was also shocked.
Under such a terrifying and intensive impact from the devil, Prince Netherworld didn't seem to be too seriously injured.
The black light under his feet emitted strange energy fluctuations, and even Qin Yu was moved by it.
Horrified This kind of black light can actually make the ancient demonic body condensed by Motian quickly wither and then disappear.
It is really weird.
I don’t know if the murderous aura can withstand it.
Mo Luo, Mo Mie and other powerful demon clans had expressions of horror on their faces.
They did not expect that such a thing would happen in the battle between Mo Tian and Prince Netherworld.
"Prince Mo Mie, Prince Mo Luo, and Prince Guiyu are the only sons of the King of Hell.
They are powerful and unpredictable.
Although the eldest prince Motian is not weaker than him, one of the two tigers will be injured when they fight.
If they continue to fight, it will be harmful to both sides.
There is no benefit at all.
As for Prince Mo Xiao, after returning to the Demon Realm, I will report back to the Demon Emperor and then ask the King of Hell for an explanation."
Mogu said, the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, almost ready to come out, and he suddenly wanted to retreat.
In fact, in his opinion, Motian was no longer the opponent of Prince Netherworld, but he could not fight against Moluo and Mogu.
Just telling the truth "Excuse me, what kind of explanation can the King of Hell give me?
I can only let it go at that time, and Mo Xiao will die in vain.
Moreover, although the black light of the Netherworld Prince is powerful and strange, it will not last long."
Mo Mie snorted coldly.
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He knew very clearly that if he let Prince Netherworld go today, he would never have the chance to kill him for revenge in the future.
"The second brother is right.
With the strength of the eldest brother, he will never lose to the Ghost Realm Prince, Mogu.
If you say such things again, I have to doubt your sincerity, or say that you are a spy of the Ghost Realm."
Mo Luo said sullenly, it seemed that as long as Mogu dared to say one more word, he would strike mercilessly and kill him here.
"The two princes have misunderstood.
I, Mogu, am loyal to the Demon Emperor.
Heaven and earth can teach me, but I absolutely do not."
Mogu's face changed drastically.
He knew that Moluo had already had murderous intentions.
However, after Huaiyi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Moluo.
"Then don't say anything about leaving.
You can watch this battle carefully for me.
Big brother will win," Mo Luo said.
At this time, the black light had spread throughout the ancient demon body, and the next moment it withered and dissipated.
"Motian, it's over" The ghost above the ferocious appearance grinned, and the cold voice of the Netherworld Prince came: