Five Hundred and Fiftieth IX Cunning Killing

Zhu Minglang retreated to the previous branching road, and when the opponent was about to collide with him, he leaped back in the air with his sword, cleverly dodging the terrifying soul collision of Jin Juling.

"Boom!!!!" The lightning and the storm collided together on a bifurcated road in the valley, and the bifurcated road collapsed because of this terrifying force, and the valley road was completely buried.

At a pile of broken rock walls, the golden giant ridge walked Mo Hu out of it, and the thick rocks that were originally pressing on him floated up inexplicably, and were constantly smashed in its golden giant's mad breath. Constantly being ground into dust.

He was extremely arrogant, looking down at Zhu Minglang who was flying low on a flying sword like a god.

He grinned, glanced around briefly, and said cruelly: "There is no one else here, I want to see who can protect your dog's life, you people of the lower realm, no matter what It is impossible for penance to compete with us gods and people, as many as we come, we kill as many!!"

Zhu Minglang also looked around.

There were really no people. The battlefield was mainly in the narrow passage just now, and it was covered by such a thick fog. Even if there were people on both sides fighting, they basically couldn't see what they were doing.

Ordered...

I didn't intend to expose my full strength too early.

But if you can quickly eliminate your opponent without revealing your strength, then there is no need to restrain yourself too much.

After all, this is a battlefield, either you die or I die.

"Let me tear you apart!!" The Golden Giant Ridge roared again.

He rolled up his golden mad breath, and the giant mountain body like an attic rushed forward again. He burst out with astonishing speed and strength, and his momentum was like continuous huge sand dunes moving towards him.

Zhu Minglang didn't dodge this time, he stretched out his right palm, and a dark pattern appeared in the palm of his hand.

The pattern formed black ripples, rippling in the air, and the area it passed suddenly collapsed, turning into black holes one by one.

Gradually the hole turned into an abyss, more like a black hole that could swallow everything in the world, the black ripples were no longer gentle and calm, but turned into turbulent vortexes!

When the golden giant ridge was about to rush towards Zhu Minglang, he found himself in an area where even the air had turned into a black quagmire.

It was difficult for him to use his strength in this black quagmire, and his speed slowed down inexplicably. He used all his strength to bombard the surroundings, but it was as weak as hitting the sea water!

The golden giant vented his embarrassment into anger. He punched the surroundings and kicked the ground. The golden giant's mad breath swept the surrounding black swampy substances, and the lightning attached to his body spread more wantonly...

But he still couldn't break free, and he couldn't use his giant monster power enough to flatten mountains and fill seas.

He raised his head and roared, but suddenly saw an evil creature hanging upside down from a dark and deep place. It had icy eyes, colorful star-dark scales all over its body, and a black silk robe. The same wings gracefully wrap most of its body, leaving only a long and slender tail...

This place is like a muddy abyss, more like a dark sky, and the dragon hanging down gracefully from the sky is more like a master of darkness, examining his prey with a bit of contempt and a bit of teasing!

"You are the one who placed the order!" Zhu Minglang's voice sounded.

Mo Hu, the general of the golden giant mountain, still had a bit of disdain at first, but after the magic giant, they were not afraid at all.

But after gradually feeling the aura of the ruler and the terrifying dragon domain of the Dark Dragon King, he began to feel uneasy.

Leaving aside this weird ability, which could easily drag him into a black abyss, the dragon's breath emanating from the upside-down dragon alone already made it shudder.

"Middle rank...Middle rank king!!" Golden Giant Ridge General Mo Hu suddenly realized this.

A median dragon king! !

"Jiuyou Execution Ground!" Zhu Minglang said coldly.

Tianshalong was already very willing to communicate with Zhu Minglang, and some of its abilities also appeared in Zhu Minglang's mind like memories.

This is one of the abilities comprehended by the middle dragon king. It is similar to a spider web trap, which can be slowly laid out, waiting for the enemy to fall into it recklessly. Of course, the Nine Nether Execution Ground is not as soft as a spider web. Getting rid of it is definitely not an easy task.

And in it, no matter how strong the scales, how extraordinary the flesh, how impregnable the body, will be corroded bit by bit in the Nine Nether Swamp, and the thick darkness will make the soul entangled in pain with torture!

The execution ground is for execution!

The golden giant ridge general could no longer see a little bit of brilliance at this time, he could only see the master of darkness approaching like an executioner.

Let his body and soul rot first, then slowly destroy his spirit and will, and finally put a noose on this golden giant when he is exhausted!

When he obtained the power of the transformed mountain giant god, Mo Hu felt that he was strong enough to tear everything apart, and there was nothing in this world that could stop him, but just such a dragon shepherd ended his life so easily.

Suffocated, the pain intensified.

It's like being tied up in a dead valley, and then watching those disgusting bugs crawling on your body.

The suffocation intensified, death came, and the golden giant mountain was full of giant gods and monsters, but in the end it still couldn't get rid of the dark execution.

"It seems that their brains are not very good." Zhu Minglang came to this conclusion.

The power is infinite, and the heavenly general possesses his body, but in the face of the cunning killing of the Tianshalong, even if this giant mountain general shows the strength of the king level, there is no room for struggle.

Worthy of being the ultimate evolutionary species of the Sanglong, the Tianshalong is simply an artist in terms of killing, killing the enemy silently, without disturbing the surrounding plants and trees, let alone shaking the ground, but this The king-level golden giant ridge general died just like that.

The only pity is that the quality of souls that have been eroded by the turbidity of darkness will be affected if they are harvested to make pearls, and the cultivation level of the Tianshalong is much higher than that of the opponent, no matter how carefully obliterating the golden giant General Ling's life, his soul is still somewhat incomplete.

If the quality is low, then the quality is low, at least it is a king-level soul orb... Huh, what's going on?

Looking at the earth-colored soul orb on his palm, Zhu Minglang himself was surprised, because the golden Juling general's soul orb was not king-level at all!

Sovereign level soul orb? ?

How can this be!

No matter how broken the dead soul is, no matter how huge the difference in strength exists during the battle, the level of the soul orb cannot be changed.

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