Chapter 189 True and False, False and True

"court death!"

The man snorted coldly, raised his sword eyebrows, and looked like a torch. With a wave of his hand, the demonic energy around him suddenly turned into sharp black demonic swords, which shot out at Mo Lang like a violent storm.

"It's all secret!"

Mo Lang didn't hesitate and directly used Ji Zi Mi to increase his attributes tenfold!

boom!

Mo Lang just gave a simple punch, and everything was silent for a moment, and then the sky and the earth roared, like spring thunder exploding, and the entire Wuhun City was shaking!

What's even more terrifying is that as Mo Lang delivers this punch, a large area of ​​space falls off wherever the punch passes, and even the chain of order of this world emerges, making a deafening sound of turbulent chains!

If it weren't for the fact that [Ji Zi Mi] can only improve Mo Lang's own attributes and cannot be improved together with the bonus of the artifact suit, this punch would be even more terrifying!

But even so, with the addition of Ji Zi Mi and the artifact suit, Mo Lang's punch had already exceeded one million pounds!

Even if an ordinary second-level god appeared, he wouldn't be able to take Mo Lang's punch!

Unless you are taking the strongest path to becoming a god.

But God Shura said that the most powerful road to becoming a god is an ancient road. Even he had only heard of it and had never seen it.

Under the light of Mo Lang's fist, the flying swords, densely packed with demonic energy like a rainstorm, disappeared into the air like a mud cow entering the sea.

Shot a lonely.

"What secret technique is this?!"

Seeing the explosion of Mo Lang's punch, the power was so terrifying, the man finally showed a solemn expression.

This punch was more powerful than the sword he just struck.

What if his sword seriously injured the demigod?

Then this punch is enough to kill a demigod!

The question is... isn't this the world of soul masters?

A warrior appears?

Is this reasonable?

Gan!

But this move of his is not a simple physical attack.

As the Demon Emperor of the Abyss Plane, how could it be so easy to attack?

"wrong……"

Mo Lang also noticed something was wrong. He frowned and stared at the dissipated demonic energy in the air. Then he looked around. The scene had unknowingly changed into the Holy Soul Village!

"Child, don't cry. Grandpa is happiest when he sees you become a great soul master. Ahem..."

Old Jack's white hair was sparse and he was lying on the bed dying. His originally bright eyes had become cloudy, but he still tried hard to look energetic. His old hand wanted to raise his hand to touch the boy he had brought up once more. But despite all his efforts, he could still only lift a few fingers.

"Old Jack..."

Seeing Old Jack's appearance, Mo Lang's heart tightened and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

This was the scene he least wanted to see.

That is seeing old Jack growing old in front of you.

Having been an orphan for two lifetimes, he has some inseparable feelings for the old Jack who adopted him.

This is nothing. When Mo Lang saw the essence and blood of Zulong, the first thing he thought of was to improve Old Jack's physique.

Perhaps this was the first time in his two lives that he felt the warmth of family affection. It was hard-won and he cherished and cared about it extraordinarily.

Or perhaps, putting filial piety first among all good deeds is something engraved in the bones of Chinese people.

So when he saw Old Jack's appearance, his heart was touched.

Scenes of getting along with old Jack came to mind.

"You bastard, you are so young and secretly drinking!"

"Old Jack, you don't understand, this is what I call drinking to drown my sorrows."

"You are so young, what do you have to worry about?"

"I'm worried that you are still a bachelor at such an old age..."

"You brat, no matter how big or small, come and accompany grandpa. I'm not going to brag about it, but the widow next door is secretly cheating on me!"

…

"Boy, guess what kind of meat this is?"

"Old Jack, you're not going to slay a dragon, are you? This must be dragon meat!"

"Go, go! This is soul beast meat. I heard it can increase your chances of awakening your martial soul!"

"Old Jack, why do you want me to become a soul master so much?"

"Then you still have to ask? Soul master is the most noble duty in this continent. How can a grandfather not hope that his grandson will succeed?"

"From now on, if you try to change the name of Holy Soul Village to Contra Village, grandpa will be satisfied. If you, the boy, can change the name of Holy Soul Village to Titled Douluo Village, grandpa will still be able to smile even if he dies!"

The month after he returned to Holy Soul Village again, Old Jack was drunk, his face glowing red, he patted Mo Lang on the shoulder and said three good words.

But what it is good for, everyone present understands.

Hello, first granddaughter-in-law.

The second one is promising.

The third one gets better and better.

"Haha, the seven emotions and six desires are indeed the most constant concerns of human beings. No matter how strong you are, what does it matter? Aren't you easily trapped in an illusion?" Seeing Mo Lang's eyes gradually dulling, the Demon Emperor showed a disdainful sneer.

Then he waved his hand again, and the Abyss Demonic Sword appeared again, slashing at Mo Lang!

puff!

In an instant, Mo Lang was beheaded by a sword and fell into a pool of blood.

Looking at Mo Lang's body, the Demon Emperor transformed into an indescribable giant beast wrapped in demonic energy. Then he opened his mouth, sucked in fiercely, and swallowed Mo Lang in one gulp.

After swallowing, he licked his lips with a satisfied look on his face.

"Doesn't it taste good?"

The Demon Emperor subconsciously wanted to nod, but his whole body was instantly horrified, as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and every hair on his body stood on end!

He turned to look at Ma's figure behind him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Didn't you get swallowed by me?"

The Demon Emperor was about to speak, but found that the young man in white said what he was thinking.

"How do you know what I want to say?"

This time the boy in white didn't steal the Demon Emperor's lines.

I saw the young man in white smiling. His white clothes turned into a red armor that looked like blood. His long black hair also turned red. A surge of demonic aura erupted from his body, like an ancient demon god sitting in the highest position. Shock the world!

Especially when his pair of red eyes, which contained no trace of emotion and were extremely indifferent, glanced at the Demon Emperor, the latter felt that the sky was about to collapse!

The former said calmly: "Because I am the ancestor of all demons, and you are just a clone of me. You still don't kneel down when you see me!"

The tone was understated, but it seemed to contain the pressure of the supreme Dao, which made the Demon Emperor terrified, his legs became weak, and his Taoist heart almost collapsed!

"How come I haven't heard of the Ancestor of All Demons? Boy, you want to deceive me with illusions, you are too young!" The Demon Emperor forced himself not to kneel, and struggled hard to raise his head to look at the Ancestor of All Demons transformed by Mo Lang. .

But if this is really an illusion, what's going on with this powerful pressure?

The Demon Emperor was also shocked and confused in his heart.

"If you don't believe it, then you can go die!"

I saw the ancestor of all demons sitting in the supreme position wave his hand, and a huge palm transformed from the monstrous demonic energy suddenly struck the demon emperor!

boom!

There was a loud bang.

A smile suddenly appeared on the Demon Emperor's face, and he let the huge palm slap it down.

However, the huge palm suddenly disappeared when a smile appeared on his face, and the surrounding scene returned to the original scene of Wuhun City.

He looked at the young man in white in front of him, who also looked at him.

It turns out that Mo Lang saw through his illusion, and just when he thought he had succeeded, he fell into the illusion arranged by Mo Lang again.

It can be said that there is no winner in this round.

But next, it’s not about ranking.

It’s about life and death!