Chapter 1584 The Bloodline of the Grave God Is Actually the Ancient God? (1/97)

Although Wang Nuan and Leng Ming had already prepared in their hearts, feeling that the eternal evil god in front of them would not be killed so easily, they still felt a strong sense of surprise when they saw the evil purple mass of flesh squirming again with their own eyes. .

"We must strike first while he is still unformed." Leng Ming frowned slightly.

He is not stupid enough to wait for the Grave God to really resurrect. Such a bloody plot does not exist.

"Sun and Moon Sword Light!"

Leng Ming raised his sword fingers together, and a green aurora burst out from his fingertips, and thunder flowers bloomed in the void like lightning.

The energy soaring into the sky was more blazing than lightning.

It gave birth to an amazing power.

Colliding towards the purple piece of flesh with precision.

This move "Sun and Moon Sword Light" is Leng Ming's original power. The name of the move has the meaning of "a piece of grass can cut the sun, moon and stardust".

This is Leng Ming's other unique skill besides "Green Grass Guillotine".

The difference is that this move was not taught by Jing Ke and Bai Sheao, but was learned by Leng Ming himself.

The two quickly create friction, and then a big explosion occurs.

Leng Ming's sword energy collided with the squirming purple flesh, causing a terrifying glow, and the extremely high temperature seemed to melt everything.

However, when the smoke dissipated, the purple piece of flesh not only was not destroyed, but instead became more expanded.

"A Nuan! Help me!" Leng Ming did not believe in evil and launched a second attack.

He called An Nuan.

He saw Nuan Yatou hugging his neck tightly, and the most powerful backpack-type power bank in the universe started to work again.

"100 times! Sun and Moon Sword Light!"

The dimension of the second sun-moon sword light increased again with the help of An Nuan, carrying a destructive power that penetrated the universe.

However.

When the destruction sword pillar with a diameter of a hundred feet struck the lump of flesh.

Everything was once again as calm as a mud cow plunging into the sea.

Previously it was clearly only as big as a fingernail.

After Leng Ming's first sword blow, he grew to the size of a palm.

And now this second sword comes down.

It has actually grown to the size of a Kuxuan!

"Is this...absorbing my sword energy?" Leng Ming was shocked. He had never encountered such a situation before, but it felt strange.

This evil god was not an orthodox earthly cultivator, but an alien creature.

He felt that the scene in front of him might be related to the alien blood of this evil god.

It can actually absorb energy to reshape its body for resurrection... What kind of monster is this?

"This is not like the ability of ordinary cultivators." Wang Ming looked at this scene from a distance and was also thinking.

Although he didn't know what the bloodline of this tomb god was, the purple flesh in front of him still gave him a familiar feeling.

Especially, when this mass of purple flesh grows tentacles...

"The Old One." This was the first reaction in Wang Ming's heart.

Legend has it that this is a powerful and ancient existence in the universe. Its existence is composed of unknown substances and laws that are far beyond the understanding of the mortal world. Therefore, the laws of the ordinary human cultivation world may not have any effect on it.

For a long time, among the hypotheses about cosmic civilization, there has also been the view that before the establishment of the cultivator civilization, there was a more powerful and ancient civilization.

This is the case for those ancient gods known as the "Old Dominators".

It's just that Wang Ming had only seen these things in related "papers" and "", and never thought that they really existed.

At this moment, Wang Ling looked at this scene and had some guesses in his mind.

The mysterious thing called "Destiny" that "Xie" mentioned before.

From now on, it seems that the Grave God has obtained the power of that "mysterious object".

It was that power that reactivated the ancient god's bloodline that was originally possessed by the Tomb God but had been diluted by time.

in other words.

The biggest trump card that the Grave God has always relied on is that he is not in the "Tao".

Just like Wang Ling's Wang Tong.

The ordinary secular laws of the world of cultivation have no way to restrict these strange ancient gods of the universe.

Now, Wang Ling finally understood Wang Daozu's good intentions in sealing the "mysterious object".

This is because they are worried that the ancient civilization of the universe will be revived because of that "mysterious object", which will have a further impact on human civilization.

At this time, Wang Ling suddenly had an interesting and dangerous idea.

What kind of chemical reaction would occur if this "mysterious object" were combined with a human cultivator who did not have the blood of the ancient gods?

Although his face showed no emotion.

But Wang Ling still had to admit that his mood at this moment was exciting.

He has been searching for an answer.

That is what his Wang Tong is.

Now, he felt that he might be able to find new answers from the lump of flesh transformed by the Tomb God in front of him and the mysterious "mysterious object".

"A Nuan is in danger! This thing is too weird..."

When Wang Ming subconsciously became nervous about the situation that suddenly changed again before him.

He turned his attention to Wang Ling.

But I saw that the young man had once again wandered away from the world...

Only this time, he was not driven back by An Nuan.

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At the same time, the Supreme World, which had stopped falling into collapse, was reorganizing under the lingering and swirling of countless dark fragments.

These fragments are like puzzle pieces, with a dark atmosphere about them.

The Grave God has not fully revived, but the piece of meat has become infinitely large, a huge piece of meat with the area of ​​a stadium with 100,000 people, floating in the void.

The purple-black body has some disgusting and unknown green viscous liquid, and there are terrible and complex tentacles all around.

Leng Ming knows.

This terrible resurrection ceremony has not stopped yet, and he must stop the resurrection before the Grave God Type II is fully formed.

However, at this time, the huge pressure made Leng Ming find that his body could not move.

The terrible creature in front of him, transcending the ages, actually gave birth to a kind of fear in his body as if instinctively.

Buzz! A sound!

In the supreme world with changing winds and clouds and endless darkness, there is now infinite holy light descending from the sky. This is the new call brought by the flesh of the Grave God.

Wang Nuan and Leng Ming saw that in the descending holy light, a human silhouette appeared. They could not see his face clearly. The whole body was black and very tall, with a height of dozens of feet.

Their upper bodies are human, and their lower bodies are like octopus tentacles, with mysterious shimmering veils, which seem to be extremely kind and merciful.

But Wang Nuan can clearly feel that behind this veil is endless brutality.

These are the guards of the resurrection ceremony.

"The Eternal Immortal?"

At this moment, a familiar figure landed and blocked Wang Nuan and Leng Ming.

"Master Ling..." Leng Ming's eyes were dull. When he saw Wang Ling appear, he suddenly felt that the pressure he felt disappeared instantly.

"Ah!"

At this time, Wang Nuan climbed onto Leng Ming's shoulders with his white and tender calves, and then jumped onto Wang Ling's back with a sudden kick.

This warm touch was transmitted from Leng Ming to Wang Ling.

Before Wang Ling came, he originally refused to cooperate with Nuan girl.

The ancient god of the universe in front of him was not an ordinary thing, and was more weird and difficult than any previous opponent. He was worried that Wang Nuan would be injured.

But at this moment, Wang Ling changed his mind.

"Do you want to go too, Nuan?" Wang Ling sent a voice message.

"Ah!"

Nuan leaned on Wang Ling's shoulder like a soft and sticky cake.

Wang Ling felt as if his heart had melted.

He suddenly thought.

Brother and sister mixed doubles, it seems not bad.