Chapter 1968 Blood Sea

Faced with such a huge moon beast, and it is still in the body of the ancient god, the rules of heaven and earth are suppressed, and it is very difficult for a large number of real people to resist.

The big-line real people shrouded in the Shura world seem to have turned into a real Shura god of war, with a layer of battle armor appearing outside the body, two long horns growing on the top of the head, bent and pierced into the sky, holding the Shura knife in his hand, and the entire Shura world They are all attached to the Asura Saber, infinitely thick.

He slashed down fiercely with the Asura Saber in his hand, and suddenly a red light diffused from the saber, reaching the moon beast's abdomen at an extremely fast speed.

The moon beast's skin was ripped apart, and a crescent-shaped wound ran through its entire abdomen. The moon beast roared wildly, its tentacles swayed, and the void trembled.

Daxie real person breathed a sigh of relief, and snorted coldly, "Beasts are just animals after all."

He turned around and left, but he didn't lift the Shura state, just in case.

What he didn't see was that after he turned around, the entire Moon Beast was covered with a layer of moonlight, which was extremely faint, but very mysterious and strange, causing spatial fluctuations. The next moment, the entire Moon Beast disappeared in place.

boom!

The entire Shura was knocked out of place, and cracks appeared outside the Shura Realm. The real people of the Daxie Realm reacted with a look of horror, because the entire Moon Beast had already appeared above the Shura Realm.

Countless tentacles wrapped the Shura world, making it immobile.

There was an unpleasant squeezing sound, and it seemed that this space would be completely shattered in the next moment.

Most real people's faces are gloomy, this level of Asura Realm can't last long, and they must flee immediately, such a stalemate with the moon beast will not benefit them, nor will they have any advantages.

He cast a gloomy glance at the motionless Wang Sheng.

Fingers stretched out and fell on the chest. I don't know when the armor on the chest has faded away, exposing the skin, and also revealing the lines engraved on the skin, like formations, more like exposed blood vessels.

The place where he pointed with his finger was a point where these blood vessels gathered, and a small bulge appeared. This bulge was like a small bag. After his finger was pointed, it seemed to be overwhelmed and burst open at last, dripping with blood. flow out.

It's just that this kind of blood is different from the blood on his body. It is dark black and very viscous, like a solid.

The blood was low, and before it dripped completely, it was swallowed by the hungry Shura world and disappeared.

The blood fell drop by drop, and with the disappearance of the blood, the pattern on the chest of the big series of real people continued to increase, becoming more and more complicated and deeper, as if it contained more secrets.

His face was pale, and he felt that the consumption in his body had reached its limit. If it continued to drip, he was afraid that he would turn into a nutrient for the Shura world.

His face was gloomy, he had paid a high price, and he only hoped that Wang Sheng would let him not be disappointed.

The Asura Realm was nourished by these few drops of blood, and changed. The blood color became more intense, and the cracks around it healed. The entire Asura Realm seemed to be more real in an instant, raised its level, and resisted the threat from the outside world.

The picture above his head is also clearer, and the world of purgatory seems to be right in front of him.

"Sura Three Styles!" The Asura Knife appeared again in the hands of Daquan Daoist. At this time, the Shura Knife was dark red due to blood infusion, or the red was black, and there was not much redness to be seen.

The big-line real person held the Shura knife and slashed upwards, and behind him appeared a huge Shura figure with a Shura knife in his hand, and followed the big-line real person's movements to attack the moon beast above his head.

The red light pierced the space and appeared next to the moon beast in an instant, but this time the red light changed, suddenly divided into three parts, and then wrapped the whole moon beast, cutting it from three angles.

Countless shots flew wildly, and a layer of hazy moonlight appeared outside the Moon Beast. The Moon Beast probably wanted to dodge, but under such an attack, he had no way to dodge at all.

This sword, or the three swords is really too strong, it has already exceeded the power of Zizai Tianjing.

Withdrawing the knife, the real Daxie looked at the top of his head with a pale complexion, his eyes fixed on it, this blow is already his most powerful attack, needless to say the consumption, if this blow has no effect, he can only wait to die .

Three huge wounds appeared on the Moon Beast's body, and the entire body of the Moon Beast was submerged in the spurted blood.

As if there was a bloodbath, the Moon Beast's shrill and painful screams sounded at this time, and the sound waves turned into powerful forces and radiated out, shaking the void.

The endless range was shrouded by the voice of the moon beast. In the vast sea of ​​blood in the distant land, a figure with a bowed head suddenly raised his head, revealing the nine star points between his brows. He stared at the voice with indifference. He looked at the direction he came from for a while before lowering his head again.

Behind him, there were countless blood-colored figures standing impressively at this time. The few figures standing in the front were old Taoist priests and others. They stood side by side behind this figure, and their bodies were also covered by a layer of blood.

In addition to the five old Taoist priests, there is also Fairy Liansheng who has long been controlled. Beside her are Luo Song and another young monk who have long since disappeared and never appeared.

At this moment they heard the voice, looked at each other, and the fluctuations in their eyes conveyed information to each other.

And in front of them, also near the bloody nine-star ancient god, there are seven altars, and on each altar sits a figure of different races, but the realm is unimaginably high. The seven figures are all truly powerful, and their existence will affect the void.

In the eyes of the old Taoists, the aura of these seven figures is not necessarily worse than that of the nine-star ancient god.

But these seven figures have a symbol on the box between their eyebrows, which is the same as the symbol between their eyebrows, which means that they are controlled and enslaved by the Nine Star Ancient God.

When they communicated with each other, one of the figures opened his eyes and looked at them coldly. His blood-colored pupils were very strange and breathtaking.

This figure, or these seven figures are obviously different from them, and they all have real sanity.

The sea of ​​blood did not change because of the crazy roar of the moon beast. The ancient god of nine stars lowered his head again without any movement, but if he looked carefully, he could find that his body was soaked in the sea of ​​blood, and he was in contact with the sea of ​​blood. Energy is exchanged.

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If it is said that the moon beast was only punishing those who disturbed his awakening before, it is now truly crazy. The blood-stained moon beast was once again shrouded in streaks of moonlight. When it dissipated, it pierced downwards fiercely.