Chapter 389 So, How About This Sword?

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Mo danced with joy and subconsciously hugged the Nine-Death Cicada that rushed over.

The Nine-Death Cicada was furious, and a pair of knife-shaped forelimbs directly pierced Mo's stomach. The appendages on both sides cut hundreds of bloody gashes on Mo's waist.

"Thousands of cuts? I like it! More!"

Mo was shaking all over, and his face was twisted because of happiness, interpreting the word "climax" with all his strength.

It pointed out the "Pain Finger" again and shared its own pain.

This magical extreme skill can be used in two ways.

Either deprive the other party of their pain and graft it onto your own body.

Or share your own pain and let the other party feel the same.

Back and forth, Mo is always the happiest one.

But as its actual combat opponent, the Nine-Death Cicada is unlucky.

It suddenly foamed at the mouth, and suddenly twitched like a seizure, and its dead gray compound eyes left several bright cracks, like broken pearls that were shocking.

"Zizizizi..."

Mo was also spitting blood randomly, and the dosage was very large.

Its blood contained a strong curse. Whenever the blood accidentally splashed on the wound of the Nine-Death Cicada, it would inevitably cause a large area of ​​ulceration or collapse.

After several times, the breath of the Nine-Death Cicada dropped again and again.

It was like a flower stamen exposed to strong sunlight, wilting and about to lose its vitality.

"Corpse repair technique!"

Mang Hao knocked on the corpse coffin, and a large number of broken limbs and arms were spit out of the coffin, most of which were from the beast tribe, and a few were from the insect tribe and the sea tribe.

They came from different individuals, and each individual was a brilliant fetus in his lifetime. Mang Hao led the contracted spirits to hunt and kill them personally.

At this time, these specially stored corpses melted like ice and snow.

The fragmented Nine-Death Cicada repaired its breastplate and regenerated its broken limbs at an extremely fast speed.

Even the wound on its neck that was almost split in two was restored in the blink of an eye.

"Squeak! Squeak!!"

The Nine-Death Cicada was full of vitality, and it launched a self-sacrificing collision, fearless of death.

This time, Ye Hanjun stood by and watched.

Although Mo's rank was only Yao Shi Dacheng, he had not yet established a perfect foundation, so he was not as good as the Nine-Death Cicada.

But it has a strong divinity. Once the breath from its blood is leaked, even the king of the holy beast must give way to it.

What's more, the Ten Kings of Hell are extremely restrained by the two types of spirits of "Hell" and "Hell".

The Nine-Death Cicada is certainly not Hades, but a bug.

But its characteristics are close to corpses, and because of Mang Hao's power transformation, the characteristics of the corpse clan are fully highlighted.

After a little probing, Ye Hanjun has confirmed that his suppression is still in place.

In addition, Mo is full of vitality and can't be killed.

In addition, the conferred King of Hell, the additional enhanced combat power, and the additional endurance...

If this goes against the other, it would be a ghost if the Nine-Death Cicada can get the upper hand.

"No way, Hui only summoned one contracted spirit, and His Highness Manghao was unable to deal with it?"

"If the remaining contracted spirits were summoned, wouldn't His Highness Manghao be defeated at the speed of light?"

Yishuo, Nie Qiubai, Shujie, Mask, Guan Cunyan... The spectators stood in a row in an orderly manner, with shocked expressions on their faces, as if time had frozen.

They couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes, but it really happened!

The second god clan of Yuantu Shenshan, the core descendant of the corpse sacrifice lineage, faced the descendant of the God of Gray Sun, Hui, but was actually at a disadvantage and had a very difficult time dealing with it.

"I always feel that my cognition is broken, and I can't put it together..."

"Yeah, this is too incredible. The SS-level authority is praised as the highest power under the crown, and Mang Hao has such a carefully prepared combination of spirits. It is entirely possible to wear out the Supreme Void Induction without the enhancement of the master..."

"This gray...single-handedly suppressed him..."

"And this ugly-looking, abnormal and perverted contracted spirit, it's so evil, I dare not stare at it, for fear that my body will collapse..."

The noisy crowd could not calm down.

From the white-haired old man to the young people who followed their elders to broaden their horizons and see the world, one by one, all stood there stupidly in a daze.

Of course, Mang Hao, who was focused on the battle, only thought about the battle strategy.

He did not seem to have an advantage, but it was not so easy to defeat the Nine Dead Cicada.

"Corpse oil lamp, boiling oil!"

"Boom!!"

The corpse oil lamp in his hand spilled a puff of orange-yellow liquid, and a cluster of flames surged to the sky. The Nine-Death Cicada suddenly accelerated, passed Mo, and rushed straight to Ye Hanjun's body.

To capture the thief first, capture the king, this is the eternal truth of the battle between the vassals!

Ye Hanjun smiled and raised his hand. The ten surrounding hells suddenly moved closer to him, and the only gap was filled.

The Nine-Death Cicada... was the first to crash into the Wind and Thunder Hell!

I saw the wind raging, the thunder dancing wildly, and the lightning and thunder in an instant. The Nine-Death Cicada jumped over and successfully passed the level.

But its insect armor was clearly covered with crackling and flashing arcs.

It only relied on its strong body to resist the damage and did not slow down its offensive.

However, the Wind and Thunder Hell was just the beginning.

Fire Doctor, King Kong, Bin Leng, Huo Tang, Tong Zhu, Tu Ge, Train, Pu Luo, Luo Feng - Ye Hanjun has a total of ten hells, and his King of Hell clones are in charge of each hell.

"Squeak!!!"

When passing through the fifth hell, the insect armor of the Nine Dead Cicada was bumpy.

When passing through the seventh, cracks appeared again.

After finally passing through all ten hells, Ye Hanjun activated the "Avici Hell" and tried to seal it.

"Clatter..."

The Abi Hell, which symbolizes endless time, emptiness, and endless pain, has a strong ability to imprison.

The closer the target is to darkness, hell, and the undead, the stronger the effect.

On the contrary, if it comes into contact with light and heat type, pure type, and natural type creatures, the effect will be weakened.

Because the timing was perfect, Lord Yehan successfully cast the spell.

The Nine-Dead Cicada was imprisoned in the Abi Hell and disappeared in an instant.

But - Mang Hao has a way to deal with the active power that ordinary people cannot crack!

He knocked on the corpse-sealing coffin again, and the coffin board shook wildly. For only two or three seconds, the coffin lid opened, and the Nine Death Cicada appeared again.

"Corpse restoration...what a disgusting move..."

"With this move, the main attacking zombie cannot be trapped and can return to His Highness Mang Hao at any time... Hui missed it! He was finally defeated!"

Suzuishi's eyes lit up. When Abi Hell was summoned, the vision was so horrifying.

Such power must cost a lot of money.

Mang Hao invalidated this attack, which was equivalent to causing Hui to suffer a hidden loss.

This is the first time that he has taken advantage. Can he take advantage of this opportunity to adjust the overall disadvantage to an even match, and then try to turn defeat into victory?

A little expectation just appeared in Suzuishi's head.

Who knows, how quickly these expectations arise, and how shocking it is when they fail.

Ash——Lighted up the second contract mark!

A heavy metal monster that was suspected to be a Chimera cub, but covered in armor and mechanical props, entered the appreciation hall in an absolutely shocking way.

"Hiss!!!!"

The snake's head is the nominal three, but when the lion's head sleeps, it is the main head.

I saw the mechanical chimera cub, dragging the lion's head all the way, sparks flying wildly, and crashing into the Nine Death Cicada.

"Ah, why did you come out? Don't fight with me!"

Mo became anxious and activated the Touch of Mountains and Seas to intercept Lan Qi Ji.

It also wants to make friends with the Nine-Death Cicada. It is not easy to meet a like-minded friend. Don't make trouble before fully communicating in a friendly manner!

"Snake Xiaoji, go beat that coffin and cut off the supply of the Nine Death Cicada..."

"Little lazy lion, wake up. Occasionally moving will help you sleep more soundly. Beat these opponents down and you can go back to sleep..."

Ye Hanjun uses soul sound transmission to command the mechanical Chimera cubs.

Hearing this, Snakehead reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​fighting Mo and turned around, his cold snake eyes aimed directly at the big coffin beside Mang Hao.

"Roar……"

The lazy lion wiped the saliva from his mouth, and used his big, fat paws to rub away a few eye drops the size of a human head.

After its dull eyes regained their composure, it sighed and adjusted itself unwillingly.

"Roar!!"

The second roar, the voice that was so lazy that it seemed to be paralyzed, finally became louder.

Without thinking, Shi Xiaolan activated the "supersonic cruise bombs" hanging on both sides of his body.

Two giant alloy missiles sprayed sparks all the way, flying around corners one to the left and one to the right.

“Beep beep beep—bang!!!”

The distance between Ye Hanjun and Mang Hao is only three to four thousand meters.

The two cruise missiles crossed over at extremely high speed, and hit the corpse coffin accurately at almost the same time.

Suddenly, Mang Hao dodged and hid at the bottom of the coffin.

The coffin lid was fastened tightly, and the entire coffin glowed with a cold metallic luster, which seemed to activate a certain skill to once again strengthen the defense.

After the super big explosion, smoke and dust filled the sky, and the hot flames enveloped the sealed coffin, as if it were a poor lamb that had been put on a bonfire and was about to be turned into roast lamb.

The Nine Death Cicada, who was entangled with Mo, suddenly lost strength, and the strength of his physical body also dropped.

"efficient."

Ye Hanjun was thoughtful, and then chose to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

He once again commanded the mechanical Chimera Cub, and Yang Xiaoqi immediately released the "Laser Sentry Tower", while Snake Xiaoxi used the "Folding Blade Wings".

Both of these are extreme skills equivalent to "Supersonic Cruise Bomb", and are controlled by their respective heads.

As long as they work closely together, the lethality imparted by the three super skills is guaranteed to be comparable to that of the Unparalleled One.

"Kacha... buzz buzz..."

The coffin body continued to shake, and everyone followed the sound. Although there were no holes in the surface of the corpse-sealing coffin, the overall defense had not collapsed.

But the charred black carbonized layer that appeared also irritated the eyeballs and attracted a lot of comments.

"Beep beep beep beep! Puff puff! Puff!"

"Hiss! Bang! Swish, swish! Crack!"

The sheep head continuously fires lasers, attacks the corpse coffin from a distance, and continues to suppress it.

The snake's head stretched out its neck, and its sharp blades cut off one after another. It had the momentum to break the coffin into thousands of pieces, and it would not stop until it achieved its goal.

As a result, the connection between the Nine Death Cicada and the Sealed Corpse Coffin was completely interrupted.

The latter has too much time to take care of himself and has no spare opportunity to feed the former back.

"The corpse oil lamp, the angry oil fills the sky!"

At the critical moment, Mang Hao left the corpse coffin, changed his passive attitude, and chose to counterattack.

He poured out almost all the essence of oil stored in the corpse oil lamp.

Then, he once again activated the "Giant Corpse Transformation" and "Corpse Repair Technique" to strengthen the Nine-Dead Cicada and reverse its situation on the verge of collapse.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Snake Xiaoxi went crazy. He no longer aimed at the coffin and rushed towards Mang Hao.

At that time, Mo Mo, who had experienced a lot of pain, decided to repay his kindness and activated the "Great Disaster Evil Curse" again, glaring at the Nine Death Cicada continuously.

The two sides exchanged firepower for at least a hundred rounds, and there was a posture of advancing in parallel, and it was difficult to tell who was better.

Ye Hanjun moved his mind and suddenly moved to the front of the Copper Pillar Hell, facing the Nine Dead Cicada with his flesh and blood.

The Nine Dead Cicada, struggling in pain, saw that the enemy leader was so close to him, and suddenly launched "Sleep Sound Wave" and "Soul-Splitting Sound Blade", showing the means of long-range attack for the first time, taking the enemy by surprise and striving for the opportunity to win.

"Rip!!!"

Ye Hanjun's flesh and blood body - torn into pieces.

The onlookers were stunned, and they didn't expect him to die so easily.

But the next second, as the King of Hell's clone disappeared in the Copper Pillar Hell, Ye Hanjun appeared again, without any wounds on his body, and even his face was calm.

"He still has the power of immortality? How can we fight him?"

Guan Cunyan's tongue was tied, and he doubted from the bottom of his heart that he, a saint who had just been promoted to the 9th level not long ago, might not be able to withstand even a hundred moves of Hui.

This person is really too scary. Who on earth can cultivate such a perverted descendant of the family!

"Avici hell, show up!"

Ye Hanjun sacrificed his life to fight for another chance to escape. This time, he aimed not at the Nine Deaths Cicada, but at the Corpse Oil Lamp.

After a series of battles, he has figured out Mang Hao's fighting rules.

It is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack to defeat the Nine Deaths Cicada directly. It is time-consuming and laborious.

But if the Corpse Sealing Coffin and the Corpse Oil Lamp are suppressed at the same time, and the supply behind the Nine Deaths Cicada is cut off, Mo's "Stare at Whoever Dies" can play its due value.

"Clang!"

The Corpse Oil Lamp in Mang Hao's hand was directly swallowed by Avici hell.

The Corpse Sealing Coffin can actually recall it again, but it is facing the mixed doubles of Shi Xiaolan and Yang Xiaoqi, and it can't think about it at all.

After hearing a bang, the Nine Deaths Cicada, which encountered the "Great Disaster Evil Curse Body" for the 16th time, suddenly fell apart and shattered all over the ground.

What was surprising was that in order to pursue a further climax, Mo took away the other party's pain, and he also broke into pieces.

"This... is it really so tragic?"

"Two contracted spirits fought like this, the ground was covered with blood and flesh fragments, and the appreciation hall was turned into a desperate cemetery. This is too exciting..."

Shu Liangmiao moved his lips, his pale face told the panic in his heart.

Is this the descendant of the top power? They are all 8th level, but they have the means to threaten the fetus of the Holy Saint.

When they really reach the realm of the saint, the contracted spirits will ascend, how glorious will they be?

Shu Liangmiao did not dare to make a deep association.

Just running such a thought for a while, he would feel that his young master is nothing, just suitable for eating and waiting to die.

"The truth that people are angry to death... I finally understand it..."

Shu Jie muttered, glanced at the two parties who stopped at the same time with tacit understanding, smacked his lips, and was still unsatisfied.

"Do you want to continue fighting? I'll be there for you."

Ye Hanjun snapped his fingers, first releasing the locked corpse oil lamp, and then actively promoted the operation of the "Blood and Flesh Furnace".

The blood and flesh fragments belonging to Mo were instantly injected with extra vitality. After a moment's gap, they were pieced together, and Mo's outline became clear again.

"Really... so happy!"

"Big cicada, you can't die, stand up quickly, we will continue next time!"

Mo jumped and jumped into the pile of blood and flesh, happily picking up the fragments of the body of the Nine Dead Cicada.

It has tentacles and a flexible body. It quickly piled up a small hill and collected the body as complete as possible.

"Although I am very unwilling, I am afraid that I will not be able to find the key opportunity to win if I continue to fight."

Mang Hao shook his head, his face showed no anger or loss, he just sighed:

"Since I grew up, there are very few people who can compete with me at the same level."

"You are very strong. You can suppress me like this with only two contracted spirits. If the little guy on my shoulder takes action, I might lose faster."

"No."

Ye Hanjun nodded Guagua's head, and the little guy patted his chest happily, very happy to hear such praise.

When it was happy, it activated "super purification" and "super healing", and took the initiative to help the broken nine dead cicadas to wash away the curses left in the corpse.

"No... Why doesn't the number of your contracted spirits match?"

The corpse girl standing with Ye Liuying and Mu Shoucong looked at each other with hesitation.

If I remember correctly, when the master tasted the mammoth snake, he summoned three contracted spirits.

Among them is a mechanical chimera cub, but the other two, one goose-like and the other human-like, have extremely distinct morphological features.

They were not used in the previous battle, but together, Lord Gray already has five contracted spirits. What is going on?

"Your Highness... Is it just like this?"

"The Corpse Dragon Girl has seen our sincerity. For her, we have tried every means to find ten holy dragon corpses. Our sincerity is evident to the sun and the moon."

"This one called Hui is indeed powerful, but he relies on the power restraint relationship. If we compare the degree of fit, it is obvious that your "corpse sacrifice" is more suitable for the Corpse Dragon Girl!"

Yin Lao clenched his fists, and the scars on his face looked like a living centipede.

He was angry and also afraid. The obvious hostility was like the mushroom cloud rising into the sky, sweeping across the four fields and directly suppressing the eight wastelands.

Instantly, Ye Hanjun was enveloped by the condensed aura, and his feet seemed to be bound by the roots of plants. If he wanted to move a step, it was like carrying a mountain of 100,000 feet on his back.

Mang Hao's face changed, and he raised his palm, about to get angry.

Ye Hanjun smiled lightly, rubbed the storage ring with his fingertips, and made a false eye-catching action. From the perspective of outsiders, it seemed like he was opening a special space storage device.

However, what Ye Hanjun really lit up was the cross mark on his abdomen.

The rumbling thunder suddenly echoed in the appreciation hall, and the golden arc turned into a sharp sword energy, which passed by in a wave. The pressure from the Saint King of Yin Lao also broke from it like a hemp rope.

"Puff!"

Yin Lao spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were blank for a moment.

He raised his trembling palm and touched his forehead in disbelief.

There was an extra wound there, about an inch deep, and the wanton and arrogant power of thunder and lightning continued to penetrate the flesh and blood with a barbaric and domineering attitude.

The numb touch that he hadn't felt for a long time was clearly presented in his mind.

He opened his mouth, his cloudy eyes turned twice, and finally fixed on the back of Hui.

There - there was an extra sword! A cross thunder sword!

It was suspended behind Hui, with a fist-wide distance in between, as if it was the incarnation of the Supreme, symbolizing the power of thunder and lightning of destruction, and the exposed edge, all aimed at his heart, his eyebrows... every weak point of his.

"You look down on the Mu Shoucong beside me, thinking that it is mediocre and has no ability to protect people."

"Then, how about this sword, can it enter your noble eyes?"

Ye Hanjun held the sword with his backhand, and his aura rose inch by inch like a god descending from heaven.

Ninety-nine percent of the corpses belonging to the Hades system fell to the ground, completely intimidated by the pressure of the Holy Thunder, and dared not get up without orders. (End of this chapter)