Finale (4) Return

"He is the magic handsome!?"

When the human disciples saw this ferocious three-meter-tall demon, they all held their breath.

They hated the Demon Commander and the Ancestor God to the bone!

It was because of them that Guixu fell, not only that, but the number of souls they poisoned over the years was also countless, and even today among the young people, relatives and teachers died in this catastrophe.

The boy in sackcloth clenched his fists, and deep resentment and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. But he knows that as far as he is now, this kind of unwillingness has no meaning at all, and the strength of Moshuai is too strong.

Not to mention the Marshal, under the command of the Marshal back then, a real Demon General had already swept away all the strong men under the Guixu God King.

At that time, the Demon General of Heavenly Stems and the God of Heavenly Stems joined forces, and they were invincible at the enthronement ceremony of Empress Baiyue. If Yi Yun hadn't turned back midway and killed the God of Heavenly Stems and the God of Heavenly Stems, he might have participated in the return ceremony of the enthronement hall. The market masters are all going to die.

Even if the real demon general is like this, the strength of the demon commander is needless to say. There is no doubt that he has reached the realm of the god king, and even among the god kings, the demon commander is quite powerful.

On the other hand, the several god kings in Guixu, because of the lack of the way of heaven, their god king realm is not complete, and using the vitality of heaven and earth will even consume their own lifespan.

Even if they join forces to fight against Moshuai, they are not opponents at all!

Even if the Guixu God King is like this, other warriors who are not in the realm of God Kings are really like ants in front of the Demon Commander.

At this time, the Demon Commander just appeared here, and the monstrous demonic flames spread out from his body, making it difficult to breathe. Many geniuses with insufficient cultivation could even find it difficult to stand.

They wanted to hold on, but they couldn't resist due to the absolute difference in strength. After holding on for a few breaths, some people knelt down on the ground, trembling all over, and their faces were pale.

shame!

All these geniuses have practiced martial arts since childhood, and they are also absolute geniuses among their peers. But today, in front of their enemies, they just knelt down under a little pressure. They have practiced martial arts for so long just to kneel down for their enemies , It's a great shame!

The cultivation of the boy in sackcloth is not high, he is young after all, at this moment, he just feels like a mountain is pressing on him, his whole body is cold, and his heart almost stops beating, but he doesn't know where the energy came from , forcibly persisted.

Beads of sweat were all over his forehead, his eyes could no longer see, his ears could not hear anything, everything around him seemed to be cut off from him, but he only relied on a belief that he didn't know where to come from, he gritted his teeth standing.

Although he knew that it was meaningless for him to force himself, it would not bring any harm to Mo Shuai, and what he endured was only a small and insignificant share of the unknown number of coercion that Mo Shuai gave out. That's all.

But even so, he didn't want to retreat anymore, the human race had already retreated too much.

"enough!"

At this moment, a cold scolding sound came, which seemed inconspicuous in the frenzied atmosphere of the Moshuai.

But it was this voice that made Mo Shuai pause slightly, and he turned his head.

An independent fairy appeared on the square. She has a beautiful appearance and an extraordinary temperament, which makes people feel close to her at first glance. However, what is surprising is that there is no energy fluctuation on her body, as if Just a mortal.

Magic dust snow!

It's unbelievable that a mortal can be completely unaffected under the pressure of the Demon Commander.

"You are indeed the reincarnation of the ancient god king, even if you have lost your power now, you are still so brilliant."

Mo Shuai's coercion comes from the level of life, and although Huan Chenxue lost her strength, her life level did not really drop, otherwise she would have died of old age in these long years.

After all, she is the ancient eight god kings, and the ancient eight god kings back then were all disciples of the human emperor. Their strength far surpassed the contemporary god kings, and also greatly surpassed the magic commander.

It is naturally impossible for Mo Shuai to crush Huan Chenxue with the power of his life.

"Dragon Killer, you have devoured an unknown amount of law power in the Land of Hope these years,

Today is the day for my Illusory Sea Realm to select disciples, what exactly are you going to do! "

"Hahahaha! I am here to help you eliminate some unqualified waste. You should thank me." Mo Shuai laughed wantonly. With his wild laughter, some young disciples who could not bear his coercion vomited Fresh blood, the meridians are broken.

"Weak! Too weak!" Mo Shuai shook his head, "My Sky Swallowing Demon Art has reached the bottleneck, and I want to swallow some of the Wanyuan Dao comprehended by human geniuses, but you trash, you don't even have the interest to let me swallow it."

While the Moshuai was speaking, his eyes swept across the crowd of human disciples present. His gaze was like a ferocious beast that chooses and devours people, which made people feel terrified.

Huan Chenxue's expression changed: "Dragon Killer, you want to devour my Illusory Sea Realm disciple!?"

"So what if you swallow it? It's just the lives of some ants." Mo Shuai said disdainfully.

Huan Chenxue's eyebrows fluttered, and her face was covered with frost. She wished to tear the Demon Commander into ten thousand pieces. Over the years, because of the existence of the Demon Commander, a large amount of the power of heaven and earth in the Illusory Sea Realm had been swallowed up, and the old snake had damaged many lifespans because of it. .

But he has intensified, and now he wants to directly devour the disciples of the Illusory Sea Realm and absorb the laws they practiced.

"Huanchenxue, are you murderous? Hahaha!" Mo Shuai seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "Huanchenxue, have you forgotten that you are able to survive here thanks to this deity So what if I devour thousands of your disciples here today? You can try to resist me."

The Marshal disdainfully said, he glanced at the assessors present, and suddenly, a young man attracted his attention.

"Huh? Innate Fire Spirit Dao Embryo? No wonder such a small cultivation base can withstand my coercion until now. It is rare to find a treasure among this group of trash..."

The person Mo Shuai locked his eyes on was the boy in sackcloth, and he licked his lips with great interest.

Eating such a congenital embryo would be of great benefit to oneself.

However, at this time, the young man in sackcloth had already entered a state of confusion due to the heavy pressure on his body. He just suddenly felt the pressure on his body decrease. The drastic changes made it difficult for his body to adapt, and the boiling blood in his body almost broke his meridians.

His body shook, and before he could react, he flew into the sky, a huge force pulled him, and began to approach the magic commander.

"Tsk tsk tsk! It's really buried. It really is the innate fire spirit. If you practice it for a few more years, it will be even more delicious. It's a pity, it's a pity, but I can't wait now, just eat it!"

Mo Shuai grinned, revealing two rows of sharp and fine teeth in his mouth.

"Come on child, become a part of me, in return, I can remember your name, what is your name?"

The Moshuai stared at the young man in sackcloth. Although he had put away his coercion, because of the closer distance, the sense of oppression from Moshuai's life level became more obvious.

It's like a weak animal, facing an ancient fierce beast, even if the other party doesn't show any murderous aura, it still has a huge sense of oppression.

All the young disciples present felt unimaginable at this moment, the Moshuai was already so powerful, how powerful would the ancestor god who swallowed the Guixu Heavenly Dao be?

The boy in linen already understood his fate at this time.

He wasn't afraid of death in his heart, but he didn't expect that his death would be so meaningless that he would be devoured by demons.

He practiced martial arts since he was a child, wandering on the edge of life and death, working hard with his life, and finally came to this step, the road ahead of the martial arts was blocked, and he could only come to the fantasy sea world to seek a glimmer of hope.

He has a ridiculous ideal, he wants to walk out his own path to the ultimate martial arts in this sinking Guixu, and even in the distant future, he can make up for the incomplete way of heaven in Guixu.

This ideal, he has never said to anyone, because it is too unrealistic.

From the looks of it now, he was really talking nonsense, he just came to the fantasy sea world, and before he took part in the assessment, he became the devil's ration!

Is there anything more pathetic than this?

Facing the strife of fate, the resistance of the weak is so powerless.

"What's your name?"

At this time, the voice sounded in the ears of the boy in linen again.

The boy in sackcloth wanted to laugh, but before he could open his mouth, he suddenly froze for a moment.

This voice...wasn't it from Moshuai?

"What's your name?"

The voice came from the ear again, not at all as evil and ferocious as Mo Shuai's voice, but with an indescribable affinity.

At this time, Mo Shuai, because he didn't get a response from the boy in sackcloth, obviously lost his patience. He had already opened his mouth wide open, wanting to swallow the boy in sackcloth on the spot.

"I...my name is Luo Yan."

"Luo Yan? It really is like this..."

The voice seemed to be expressing something, the boy in sackcloth hadn't understood the meaning of this sentence, but at this moment, Mo Shuai's two rows of fangs had already bit the boy in sackcloth on the head.

But at this moment... time suddenly stopped.

Time stopped suddenly, Mo Shuai seemed to be petrified, motionless.

The next moment, a man in black stepped out of the void, and it was as easy as stepping over a threshold at will, but no one knew that this threshold crossed the big universe gap of billions of miles.

"Luo Yan... Are you from the Luo clan? Did something happen to the Luo clan?"

After the black-clothed man appeared, he glanced at the linen-clothed boy, his voice was calm but worried.

As for the ferocious and powerful Demon Commander, he was completely ignored by the man in black.

At this moment, everyone was stunned!

The sudden change made them unable to react.

As for Mo Shuai, his face has changed drastically at this time, he looks at the man in black in front of him like a devil.

Although the flow of time was infinitely slowed down in the time and space he was in, Mo Shuai could barely move his mind.

This man, he...he seems to be...Yi Yun! ?

As the eagle dog of the ancestor god, Mo Shuai naturally recognized Yi Yun, but he absolutely couldn't believe why Yi Yun suddenly possessed such great power?

A thought!

It was just a single thought that completely imprisoned him, his body could not move a single bit, and his soul was almost sealed.

Facing such a huge force, he was like an ant being held down by the dragon's claws.

But at this time, Yi Yun turned his head and looked at Mo Shuai.

He just clicked lightly, and a sword of law less than a foot long appeared out of thin air, and the blade pointed at the forehead of the magic commander, and slowly floated towards it.

This flimsy little sword made Mo Shuai's liver and gallbladder tear apart!

However, his body was sealed, even if he desperately tried to resist, it was useless at all. His soul was roaring unwillingly, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Master...Master..."

Moshuai just twitched his lips slightly, mouthing the word.

Yi Yun shook his head slightly: "Your master is waiting for you in Huangquan. If you want to find him, I'll send you there."

What... what! ?

Mo Shuai's eyes were full of horror and disbelief, and the next moment, the sword of law had already penetrated Mo Shuai's brow.

At that moment, Mo Shuai felt indescribable pain. He did not die immediately, but seemed to fall into the eighteenth floor of hell, suffering from all kinds of suffering.

"The sword of fate and reincarnation, this sword is the cause and effect you have forged, so bear it slowly."

While Yi Yun was speaking, he casually lifted the time restriction, Mo Shuai's body twitched, and he fell heavily from the air.

Boom!

Mo Shuai's heavy body smashed into the ground, and his body twitched again and again, until after ten breaths, he slowly lost his vitality.

This time seems to be very short, but Mo Shuai has endured a hundred generations of pain, his facial features have been distorted, and the muscles and bones of his body are also violently convulsed until every inch is broken.

Mo Shuai is dead!

Yi Yun took another look at the other big demon servants. These demon servants were all direct subordinates of the commander-in-chief, and their strength was even worse than that of the real demon generals back then.

But facing Yi Yun, everyone was terrified.

Before they could react, Yi Yun's gaze shot out, but it pierced through the sea of ​​souls of these demon servants like a sharp sword.

The eyes of all the demon servants immediately lost their spirit, and they fell from the air like a pile of rotten meat, and they died directly!

The boy in sackcloth stared blankly at Yi Yun. The scene in front of him was like a dream.

He couldn't believe that an existence as powerful as Mo Shuai, who could suppress the superpowers joined by several Guiyin god kings in Guixu, was killed at will like a chicken.

And the rest of the demon servants of the half-step god king killed them all with a single thought, without even making a move...

What kind of terrifying strength is this?

Not only the boy in linen, but everyone in the arena was shocked. The huge square where tens of thousands of disciples gathered was completely silent at this moment.

Everyone was looking at Yi Yun. Some people had already thought of something and frequently looked at the huge sculpture in front of the square.

The man in black was somewhat similar to Yi Yun's sculpture, but not exactly the same.

Is it really... Yi Yun?

But Yi Yun hadn't left Guixu for too long, and was chased and killed by the ancestor gods. How did he have such terrifying strength in just so many years?

And what he said before - "Your master is waiting for you in Huangquan, if you want to find him, I will send you there."

The meaning of these words, could it be that the ancestor god was killed by Yi Yun?

Many people have this idea in their hearts, but they can't believe it at all.

Until then, a loud laugh broke the silence in the arena——

"Hahahaha! Kid, I knew you wouldn't die so easily. You've come back. If you don't come back, the old man will be sucked and fucked."

Suddenly hearing this excited voice, everyone looked back in surprise, but saw that the person who said these words was the defender of the Great Formation of the Illusory Sea Realm—Old Snake. (=easy to read novels)