Chapter 2048 The End of the Holy Son
Chapter 2048 The end of the Son
The Light of Destruction, together with the terrifying explosion of the Legion of Desolation, ripped apart the protective cover placed by the Legion of Desolation like soap bubbles. Seeing this splendid flash from the starry sky hundreds of millions of miles away, it was like As dazzling as the sun exploded.
The wanton energy wave washed away the black nebula, completely destroyed this star field, and made the light travel farther!
The ace of the saints, the Legion of Fortune, was completely torn apart, and less than half of the remaining spirit ships were left. Reluctantly supported it, and all the spirit ships within a hundred miles of the Holy Fortune Palace were wiped out.
Even those spirit ships that were far apart and still in good condition were damaged in the explosion just now, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
In fact, what is really deadly is the blow to morale. The original Creation Legion is like a tiger descending the mountain. The absolute strength advantage has laid the belief that they will win. This is a terrible army that is not afraid of any opponent at all.
However, Lin Ming's blow just now completely shattered their pride and confidence.
They were defeated, completely defeated!
Even the top Heavenly Venerates, facing Lin Ming at this time, this devil-like man, had a kind of fear that came from the depths of their souls. He's too scary to be beaten at all!
In contrast to the low morale of the saints who had the heart to retreat and escape, the morale of the human race was at the peak of the sky!
A hearty attack just now made their blood boil!
Originally, the blood was burned, and the human warriors themselves should be exhausted due to the overdraft of blood and energy, but at this time, because of this great victory, all human warriors have gone crazy.
"Brothers, go ahead!"
The generals of the Demon Immortal Palace shouted wildly, and all the sergeants rushed forward as if they had seen wolves eating meat.
The hunting flag of the Demon Palace was held high, and the black phoenix of Nirvana embroidered on the flag seemed to come to life. It guided the angry army of the human race, like a sharp knife, pierced into the Legion of Fortune!
The former first legion of the Saint Clan, facing the generals of the Demon Immortal Palace who was like a tiger descending from the mountain, was unexpectedly defeated for a while!
The explosion just now had already destroyed their formation, and now they are fighting each other, chaotic, and most importantly, according to the original layout of the battle formation, the more powerful the spirit ship, the closer to the center of the battle formation, to undertake the main attack. hand task.
When the attack of the Desolate Legion and the Light of Destruction broke out, the spirit ships in the middle bore the brunt, and almost all of them were destroyed in the explosion just now.
Those spirit ships that are far away and can be preserved are much weaker. It can be said that the hit just now destroyed nearly three-quarters of the strength of the Creation Legion.
There was no divine light, the explosion was wanton, the Demon Immortal Palace was destroyed, and the Legion of Creation was retreating.
At this time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Desolate Flesh and Blood under Lin Ming's feet were still entangled with the Desolate Son of Fortune. The flesh and blood are continuously swallowed up.
At this moment, the face of the Son of Fortune was extremely difficult to see.
Lin Ming can devour and control the essence of the wild flesh and blood, even if these wild flesh and blood have the spiritual imprint of the Holy Emperor of Fortune, it is useless! !
The Holy Son of Fortune did not know how Lin Ming did it, but this was no longer important.
Because he has been cornered!
He is not like Fairy Qinglian, and her master's self-inflicted self-cultivation is a ray of incarnation outside her body - how could the extremely ambitious Holy Emperor of Fortune sacrifice himself to complete his apprentice? As far as he is concerned, everyone is just his pawn.
So at this moment, facing Lin Ming, the Son of Fortune no longer had any trump cards.
Or it should be said that the so-called trump cards he possessed were as meaningless as toys to Lin Ming.
At this moment, the Son of Fortune felt a deep despair!
He felt that Lin Ming was not sucking the essence of the desolate flesh and blood, but was sucking his own flesh and blood bit by bit!
He was like a prisoner on the way, his artery was cut open, but he watched his blood flow away, but he could only wait for the blood to dry up and die.
This way of waiting for death is maddening!
The Holy Son of Fortune went crazy. He injected his own spiritual power into Huang's body, trying to compete with Lin Ming for control of Huang.
However, the moment he touched Lin Ming's mental power, the Son of Fortune paled, his body shook violently, and blood was already flowing from his nostrils.
The difference in spiritual power between him and Lin Ming is too great!
Moreover, the spiritual power of the Holy Son of Fortune could not control Huang's incarnation at all. He was able to indirectly control Huang by relying on the spiritual imprint of the Holy Emperor. Compared with Lin Ming, who possessed the soul of Huang, there was no comparison at all!
The Son of Fortune roared and jumped up from Huang's body!
Holding a heavy sword, he slashed towards Lin Ming. In that instant, the golden scorpion spurted out from the whole body of the Holy Son of Fortune, as if a golden sun was burning within the body of the Holy Son of Fortune.
The breath of his whole person also changed at this moment. The endless starlight in the surrounding starry sky was distorted in an instant and gathered towards the Son of Fortune. The vitality, energy, and essence in the dust of the universe were all taken away by the Son of Fortune. .
This is the "Good Fortune Magic" of the Holy Son of Fortune. Once the "Good Fortune Magic" is performed, it can take away the creation of the heavens and the earth, that is, it will take away the spiritual energy and vitality of the great world!
Those who are proficient in the "God of Fortune" can transform this energy into their own power and kill powerful enemies.
Today, the "God of Fortune" of the Son of Fortune has been cultivated to a very high level. Once it is displayed, the weaker Heavenly Venerate cannot stand in front of the Son of Fortune at all, because their energy communication with the outside world will be cut off, and their vitality will be destroyed. The Son of Good Fortune savagely took away!
Only the top Heavenly Venerate can barely cope with the Holy Son of Fortune after performing the "God of Fortune".
However, for Lin Ming, in front of Lin Ming, it is also difficult for the top Heavenly Venerate to gain a foothold!
This is the difference between the two!
At the moment when the Holy Son of Fortune made his move, Lin Ming also moved, but it was not his own movement, but the wild movement under his feet!
Dozens of blood dragon tentacles shot straight out, stabbing the Son of Fortune and coming!
The Son of Fortune has blood-red eyes, and his "Fortune Magic" can absorb the vitality in the universe, but it is impossible to plunder the vitality from the desolate body!
This is from the level gap.
He rushed to the left and right among these dozens of tentacles, but he was horrified to find that in Lin Ming's hands, Huang Zhifen could exert power far stronger than himself!
Each tentacle of the desert seems to be alive. They have their own thoughts and their own perceptions. They cooperate with each other, and every attack is perfect!
The Son of Good Fortune flashed dozens of attacks in succession, but in the next attack, the speed was a step slower, and a blood dragon's tentacles slapped him heavily in the back!
"puff!"
The Son of Fortune spat out a mouthful of blood, and the internal organs turned upside down and flew out.
At this time, the Holy Son of Fortune was filled with humiliation. His own deserted body was plundered by Lin Ming, and then he used it against himself!
He mobilized several legions of the Saint Race stationed in Sheng Luotian, and waited for Lin Ming, but these legions were completely defeated by Lin Ming.
He led the Legion of Fortune, the ace of the saints, to encircle and suppress the little devil, but the Legion of Fortune collapsed!
And from the beginning to the end, the Holy Son of Fortune had never really fought against Lin Ming. Lin Ming had been standing there and didn't move.
The Holy Son of Fortune rushed towards Lin Ming, but Lin Ming just used his avatar to deal with him.
Lin Ming's actions, just as he said before, he did not regard the Holy Son of Fortune as an opponent at all...
Humiliated, frustrated, and hopeless, at the last moment of his life, the Holy Son of Creation was almost insane. Dragon tentacles!
These tentacles are endless, even if they are cut off, they can grow back quickly, and those broken tentacles are absorbed by Huang's body again, and they are simply monsters that can't be killed.
Moreover, as more and more of the blood of the desert was absorbed by Lin Ming, the tentacles of the desert that dealt with the Son of Fortune became thicker and denser!
The Son of Good Fortune has been covered in blood, his internal organs are broken, and there are countless wounds, big and small.
His movements were getting slower and slower, and he knew that he was on the verge of death.
At the last moment of his life, there was a miserable smile on the corner of Saint Son's mouth. For the last time, he used the only Gang Yuan left in his body, flooding his limbs and bones. This energy was like boiling magma...
"Want to blow yourself up?"
A cold light flashed in Lin Ming's eyes. How could he make the Son of Fortune come true? For him, the Son of Fortune still had great use value.
"call out!"
A ray of spiritual beam shot out from Lin Ming's eyebrows like a sword of the gods, and penetrated through the sea of consciousness of the Son of Fortune at an incredible speed!
At that moment, the energy originally gathered by the Holy Son of Fortune suddenly stagnated, and at the moment of this pause, a thick tentacle of desolation flew straight and bit the Holy Son of Fortune in one bite!
"Puff puff!"
In an instant, hundreds of tiny tentacles as thick as earthworms penetrated into the body of the Son of Fortune, and like greedy leeches began to devour the flesh and blood and energy of the Son of Fortune!
The Son of Fortune had prominent eyes and a sluggish expression. At this moment, he was no different from the living dead.
At the last moment of his life, he felt that Lin Ming was swallowing him up with his body!
He has been in control of Huang's avatar for so long, and how much life and energy he has swallowed with his avatar, in the end, he became the food of Huang's avatar! This is a great irony!
Under the devouring of Huang, the flesh of the Holy Son of Fortune slowly withered down, his skin was wrinkled together, his eye sockets were sunken, and his breath was like a gossamer.
At this time, the flesh and blood of the wild wriggled, and sent the holy son of good fortune, who had become a waste, into the Hunyuan Heavenly Palace... (to be continued) []. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. )