Chapter 390 The Gods and People of Mosa Are Too Rude.

Chapter 390 The gods and people of Mosa are too rude, like the God of Ganesha-Shura posture!

"It's over"

When the huge disc under the sacrificial square was fully activated and the pillar of energy light shot up into the sky, this thought flashed through the minds of every Mosa throne.

This level of direct energy attack is almost as strong as the "Zenith Judgment Sword" of the Overlord Country.

Without the loss of energy at a long distance, the power is even stronger than the "Zenith Sword".

Theoretically, it is enough to wipe out an ordinary ninth-level.

Although this method has been used for the first time since the hunting ground was built.

But no one thinks that a mere eighth-level peak can survive.

The energy stored in the disc is completely consumed, and the blazing and huge energy light column gradually becomes virtual.

When the light column completely disappears, only a circular black giant pit is left at the original location of the metal square.

Everything is vaporized and evaporated in the high-intensity energy wave light.

"Let's get started."

The silver-haired man wearing a diamond mask, who was the leader of the dozen or so thrones, glanced at the huge pit below and said calmly.

The other thrones' eyes moved slightly, and soon they all began to recite a certain spell in tacit understanding, with strange and difficult syllables coming out of their mouths.

This is the prayer for sacrifice, and also the closing words of this collective hunting ceremony.

The main function is to inform the gods of fighting and hunting in the dark that they all participated in this hunting and this sacrifice.

Not long after, the "participation speech" of the thrones was recited.

The group waited quietly for a while.

But the will of the gods of fighting and hunting did not come as expected.

The void was quiet, without any waves.

"What's going on?"

A throne asked in confusion, "I don't seem to get any response from the true god."

"Me too."

"What went wrong?"

The silver-haired man in the lead had his eyes flickering, raised his hand to stop everyone's discussion, and said, "Try again."

The thrones stopped talking, without any nonsense, and started the second round of closing prayers.

But when they finished chanting for the second time, there was still no response in front of them.

The call to the God of Fighting and Hunting was like a drop in the ocean, without any response.

This is a bit outrageous.

Many thrones showed a little moved on their faces.

With their level, even if it is not a sacrifice ceremony, trying to communicate with the true god in normal state can get some response.

The current situation.

It's as if the supreme true god suddenly abandoned them completely.

Some people are puzzled, some are panicked, and some continue to try to communicate without giving up.

The silver-haired man in the lead closed his eyes tightly, and strange fluctuations unconsciously spread around.

Suddenly at a certain moment.

The silver-haired man's eyes suddenly opened.

"No!"

"The sacrifice ceremony was not successful."

"This hunt is not over yet!"

He shouted and turned around.

The thrones behind him, who were still annoyed because they could not get a response from the true god, were all stunned when they heard this.

The next moment, a large amount of gray fog surged in their minds.

In the fog, a figure was silently watching them.

The figure could not see the outline clearly, only a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen.

There was a cold and indifferent light in the eyes.

It was as if a hunter holding a shotgun was looking at his prey.

They were very familiar with this look.

Once upon a time, they looked at others with this look countless times.

But now.

It was their turn to be the prey.

"Shua——"

Almost as soon as the silver-haired man finished speaking, a strong blood light suddenly rushed into the sky and pierced into their group like an arrow.

"Bang!"

Before they could react, the blood light that shot into the crowd exploded quickly.

It was like exploding a turbulent sea of ​​blood.

The thick blood light enveloped everyone in an instant.

In the blood light, several bloody, inhuman thick arms suddenly stretched out.

The ferocious claws grabbed the shoulders or necks of several unsuspecting thrones, and then quickly retracted.

"Huh!"

The silver-haired man in the lead made a move instantly.

An unparalleled light quickly bloomed from his body.

The light gathered in his hands, and soon condensed into a dazzling diamond spear.

He held the spear and poked hard at the position where the bloody giant arm stretched out.

The shadow of the god of fighting and hunting flashed, and a terrifying energy wave was transmitted, followed by a violent shock and explosion.

"Boom!"

As if there was a flash of thunder in the void, the surging blood light was poked by the silver-haired man's spear and exploded.

The thrones of Mosa finally reacted, and their own golden spears and golden shields appeared in their hands.

They bombarded randomly, and then quickly scattered around.

When they retreated to a relatively safe position with lingering fear, they looked at the blood light that exploded.

The blood light that was dispersed by the silver-haired man and them had begun to shrink.

These blood lights gently slapped the void like water, forming a huge blood-colored vortex.

The blood-colored vortex flowed silently, and it seemed that there was something extremely terrifying hidden in it.

Just looking at it gives people an inexplicable feeling of panic.

finally.

"Crack-"

A figure walked out of the bloody vortex.

The moment they saw this figure, the eyelids of everyone on the throne, including the silver-haired man at the head, twitched.

This is a figure about ten meters tall.

The whole body was dark red, and the skin was rough like half-cooled magma, or like solidified blood.

He has eight thick and exaggerated arms, his fingers are as sharp as knives, and there is a flower-like pattern on his chest.

On his chest, there were cracks as long as a palm, like tightly closed eyes.

There are four heads on its neck.

One of them has normal proportions, with white hair shawl, a bloody vertical line between the eyebrows, a ferocious and coquettish appearance, and a kind of devilish beauty.

The other three have the same appearance, but their eyes are all closed and they are much smaller.

They were all crowded together on the neck, looking like three tumors or a string of weird neck ornaments.

This figure's eyes were scarlet, and five of his eight arms were hanging naturally, while the other three were squeezing the necks of the three thrones.

The bloody vortex gradually dissipated and merged into the figure's body bit by bit.

This figure just stood there quietly, looking at all the thrones present calmly and indifferently.

To all the thrones, it seemed like there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rolling in front of them.

The strong and choking smell of blood and the overwhelming terrifying murderous aura hit their brains in waves.

The chill started from the tailbone and swept through everyone's body like a tide.

“Ye Mosaic gods, and men.”

The ferocious and handsome bloody figure said in a low voice: "It's so rude."

"I changed my mind."

"It's better not to join."

As the last word fell, the scalps of the throners in the field became inexplicably numb and their hairs stood on end.

Perhaps it was because he saw three companions of the same throne level who had no resistance, just like chickens being pinched in the hands of the other party. The strength displayed by the other party was too intimidating.

Or maybe it's because he has been pampered for many years, and his own strength is too easy to obtain, but he does not have the heart to be strong to match it.

All the Mosaic Thrones actually chose to flee at the same time, without any intention of joining forces to confront the figure in front of them.

Everyone suddenly became like birds and beasts.

The bloody figure didn't seem to care and allowed them to escape.

The figure on the throne of Mosa, the last one, turned into light and fled away.

The bloody figure lightly snapped his fingers, a faint scarlet light glowing in his eyes.

"The real hunt begins now."

[Elephant God. Asura posture (legend)]!

Experience progress: 15%.

Blood light bloomed under Lu Yuan's feet, and the huge figure flew quickly in mid-air like a mecha.

He looked at his elephant god career panel and felt a sense of calmness in his heart.

Just as he had expected, the pseudo-legendary giant ax was shattered, and the mysterious blood that created the giant ax was stripped out.

Sure enough, it is the material needed to upgrade the Elephant God Panel.

Above King Ming.

For Shura!

With this promotion of the panel, the true face of the power of the Elephant God seems to be officially revealed to Lu Yuan bit by bit.

"Magic Mountain. Sea of ​​Blood."

Lu Yuan murmured in his mouth, slowly clenching his palm like a natural combat weapon, "Is this the power of the sea of ​​blood?"

"Click——"

Lu Yuan casually broke the necks of the three mossa thrones he held in his hands.

The strength of these three people is all at the eighth level, two at the middle level and one at the high level.

But the actual combat effectiveness may not even compare to the early stage of the eighth stage.

"Too weak, they are just pigs with no strength."

Lu Yuan shook his hands and the three corpses in his hands instantly turned into mud.

All the blood in the body flowed out and quickly seeped into Lu Yuan's body.

Lu Yuan felt that the experience progress bar of his Elephant God panel seemed to jump a little. He checked carefully, but found that there was no change.

"Three eighth-level people can't even provide one percent of their experience?"

Lu Yuan couldn't help but frown.

He probably knows what is needed to advance to the Shura posture——

Fight, and kill.

The opponent's soul and flesh and blood are his best nourishment at this stage.

But judging from the current situation, if he wants to push the progress of Shura posture to the fullest, the battles and killings required will be far beyond his imagination.

"It really takes a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood to forge this ultimate road."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and could feel countless thoughts of killing rolling around in his mind, and waves of killing desire kept pouring out of his heart like a fountain.

In his Shura posture, he became extremely violent, murderous, and manic.

Even if I have been trying to restrain myself.

But many behaviors and behaviors are also performed instinctively, such as eating when you are hungry and drinking water when you are thirsty.

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

Lu Yuan frowned.

"Shua——"

High above the giant alloy island, a fat, white, and luxuriously dressed middle-aged man was running away quickly with a slightly condensed look on his face.

Suddenly, a scarlet bloody light suddenly caught up with him from behind.

The fat middle-aged man suddenly turned around, only to feel a fishy wind blowing past him.

The next moment, his figure froze and he lowered his head in disbelief.

I only saw a huge blood hole the size of a millstone appearing in the middle of my strong body.

The figure fell and exploded behind him.

Lu Yuan didn't even look back, and crushed a handful of internal organs in his hand, feeling the slightly rising experience bar on the Ganesha panel.

And the [Spearbearer (Extraordinary)] panel with a skyrocketing experience value after a "hunt".

And the desire to kill that was surging in his body, as if something was about to break out of its shell.

Lu Yuan's brows slowly relaxed.

"At least it can fly and the speed is not slow."

"It's a good thing."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He inhaled all the bloody smell in the air.

His expression was slightly intoxicated, as if he was tasting a glass of old, sweet and mellow wine.

When Lu Yuan opened his eyes again.

The seductive and cruel colors in his scarlet eyes became more intense.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his body moved, and the whole person turned into a blood light and continued to chase.