Great Xia Empire, Warlock Association headquarters, Excalibur Palace.
The ghost king and the god of heaven who watch the excitement
The two great kings suddenly changed their expressions, and their eyes were full of panic and despair.
Unexpectedly, Yang Fan would turn the gun head at this moment and launch an attack on them.
"Master Mo Shang, save us, save us!"
An ominous omen of collapse and disintegration deeply enveloped the bodies of the two god kings. How invincible and terrifying the power is, far beyond their imagination, and they are more than a thousand times stronger than these high-level god kings. .
"Ah... The Netherworld is out!"
"Tian Luo Da ~ Fa!"
One side was gloomy and made people tremble from the depths of the soul in the ghost world, rising above the ghost god king's head, and almost at the same time, the breath of the heavenly god king rose rapidly, exponentially soaring.
However, the gap between the two sides is too huge, the advanced realm god, half-step dominating, the difference is more than one hundred and eighty thousand light-years, it is simply not a desperately able to make up.
"boom... ... "
The world collapsed.
The Netherworld, including the Ghost King and the Tianluo King, all collapsed into dregs and turned into powder!
"Ah... No, Ghost, Tianluo..." God King Mo Shang burst out with a heart-piercing cry, like the howling of a bereaved concubine, wanting to rescue, where is it too late, Ghost King and Tianluo The King of God, Yang Fan has long been blasted into scum!
"Roar...chu Sheng, you must not die, this god wants to skin you, imprison you, hold your soul, and let you suffer from the fire and soul day and night... ..."
Ghost King, Tianluo King, this is already their Warlock Association, besides him, the last two Kings.
This is to directly make him Mo Shang God King become the polished commander, seventeen God Kings, a total of seventeen God Kings, this hatred, this hatred is not shared!
God King Moshang, eyes weeping with blood, his face distorted to the extreme, like the spooky ghost crawling out of the nether hell, it is creepy!
"Ants, what are the ghosts, don't worry, I will send you down to accompany them right away!" Yang Fan shouted sharply, his hands like double knives, and once again, he madly attacked the death enchantment.
The fall of the two high-level god kings directly caused Yang Fan's power to skyrocket, and he was unblocked to the high-level half-step dominator, and, very close to the top-level half-step dominator, his strength soared several times, and his speed was the same. It has skyrocketed exponentially.
"Ah... not good, this evil god's offensive..." God King Mo Shang's expression changed, a let down heart, tightened again, no longer resenting Yang Fan.
Banzhuxiang passed.
"Puff...Puff...Puff...Puff..."
In the death enchantment, a trace of cracks finally appeared.
After all, the Death Soul Orb was hit hard, and its power plummeted. Under the frantic bombardment of the power of the top half-step dominance, it finally reached its limit.
"Good! Good! Good! This seat depends on how long you can support!" Yang Fan's eyes were full of light, and the speed suddenly rose by three points.
"Damn it, how could it be like this... where is the limit of this life..." God King Moshang has a touch of anxiety in his eyes. How long has this all passed? I don't know how many killer moves he played, but he's still like a okay person.
That supernatural power is too exaggerated.
"Puff...Puff...Puff...Puff..."
The thin and dense cracks on the death barrier, like the spider web, spread quickly in all directions.
A quarter of an hour later, the entire barrier was already full of cracks.
It seems that at any moment, it may be completely broken.
"No, the original god can't just sit and wait for death anymore. The bastard is just a beast, and his divine power seems to be endless. It is almost impossible to exhaust his divine power just by the power of the Death Soul Orb..." A ruthless touch flashed in the eyes of God King Mo Shang.
Opening the mouth is just a mouthful of blood sprayed on the death soul bead. This is the life blood of God King Moshang. It contains part of God King Moshang's original power. Just one mouthful will make God King Moshang hurt his vitality. His complexion was pale, as if there was no blood.
However, the effect is also significant. The death soul bead's light is masterpiece, and the dense cracks in the death barrier begin to heal and recover at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The defense is also going up!
"You are willing to be the essence of life, but I have to see how long you can hold on!" Yang Fan flashed fiercely, and the offensive continued, bombarding!
The natal blood, that is, the blood of the heart, the blood of the source of the monk, is limited in quantity, and the limit of the top-level domain god like this Moshang God King is thirty-six natal blood.
Once it is exhausted, there is no need for him to take action. This God King Moshang will disperse his soul!
He did not hesitate to use his life's essence and blood to enhance the power of this Death Soul Orb, it was obviously a guilt!
"Damn, this bastard...Puff...Puff...Puff..."
A mouthful of natal blood, constantly sprayed from the mouth of God King Moshang, the breath of God King Moshang quickly weakened.
after an hour.
"Puff..."
This was already the ninth mouth of God King Moshang's sacred blood, and his breath had already fallen to the first stage of the Divine King realm.
"This... what kind of monster is this? What kind of monster is this?"
Unknowingly, a trace of panic appeared in the eyes of God King Mo Shang.
In his body, there are only thirty-two mouthfuls of natal blood, and now nine mouthfuls have been sprayed out, even if at all costs, he will be able to spit out 22 mouthfuls of natal blood forever, even if he tries to permanently fall into the Divine King Realm at all costs. , Insist on one more hour time.
Is it just that one more hour can really exhaust the monster's supernatural power
God King Moshang really didn't know anything in his heart. It's been almost half an hour now, but the monster is good, not even a drop of sweat has appeared, let alone the limit, at most, his lower body has just warmed up.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
The breath of the Moshang God King has almost reached the critical point of the top-tier God King. As long as he spouts another spit of blood, his cultivation will fall to the high-order God King realm.
"No, this god can no longer consume this monster like this..." God King Moshang retreated greatly. This animal was a bottomless pit. He could not see any hope of victory, and continued to consume it. Going on, once the cultivation base truly falls to the top-tier god king, it will completely shake his foundation. Not to mention making progress in the future, it is a luxury to restore the previous cultivation base.
"The gentleman takes revenge, it is not too late for ten years, chu give birth, wait for the original god, the original god will not forget it..."
Next second...
"Om..."
The body of the God King Mo Shang turned into a stream of light, directly submerged in the Death Soul Orb.
"The heavens are unbounded, death will escape!"
As if in the dark, the voice of the dark god that controls all the dead souls is transmitted from the dead soul orb.
This is another major function of the Death Soul Orb. The Death Evacuation in the peak period is a place of hundreds of thousands of miles. Now it is hit hard, and the distance of the Evacuation is far less than a part of the heyday, only 300,000 miles. It is still the strongest life-saving method in the hands of God King Mo Shang.
"Swish..."
The death soul bead instantly shines, like the dazzling stars, instantly turning into a stream of light, tearing the space apart.
"No, this Moshang God King wants to escape, roar, leave me..."