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The light of extermination, together with the terrible explosion of the Legion of Desolation, tore apart the protective cover originally laid by the Legion of Desolation like soap bubbles. Looking at this gorgeous flash from the starry sky hundreds of millions of miles away, it is like Dazzling like an explosion from the sun.
The wanton energy waves scattered the black nebula, completely destroying this star field, and also made the light spread farther!
The ace division of the holy race—the Good Fortune Legion was completely torn apart, and less than half of the remaining spirit ships remained. The Good Fortune Sacred Palace was still preserved. It was originally located in the very center of the beam, but because it was a true god spirit treasure, it barely After sustaining it, all the spirit ships within a radius of a hundred miles beside the Good Fortune Sacred Palace were all wiped out.
Even those spirit ships that were far away and still in good condition were damaged in the explosion just now, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
In fact, what is really fatal is the blow to morale. Originally, the Fortune Legion was like a tiger descending the mountain. Their absolute strength advantage established their belief in victory. This is a terrifying army that is not afraid of any opponent at all.
However, Lin Ming's blow just now completely shattered their arrogance and confidence.
They lost, lost completely!
Even a few top celestial beings, facing Lin Ming at this moment—this devil-like man, still felt a kind of fear from the depths of their souls. He's too scary and invincible!
However, compared with the Saint Race whose morale was low and who wanted to retreat and escape, the morale of the Human Race was in full swing!
The hearty attack just now made their blood boil!
Originally, the human warriors should be exhausted due to the exhaustion of energy and blood, but at this time, because of this big victory, all the human warriors have gone crazy.
"Brothers, go!"
The generals of the Demon Fairy Palace shouted wildly, and all the soldiers rushed forward as if they saw a wolf eating meat.
The hunting flag of the Demon Fairy Palace was held high, and the black phoenix of Nirvana embroidered on the flag seemed to come alive. It guided the angry army of the human race, and pierced the Legion of Creation like a sharp knife!
The former First Legion of the Saint Race, facing the generals of the Demon Immortal Palace like a tiger descending from the mountain, was defeated in an instant!
The explosion just now has already destroyed their formation, and now they are fighting on their own, chaotic, and most importantly, according to the original layout of the battle formation, the more powerful the spirit ship, the closer to the center of the battle formation, and take on the main attack hand task.
When the Legion of Desolation's attack and the Light of Extermination erupted, the spirit ships in the middle were the first to bear the brunt, and almost all of them were destroyed in the explosion just now.
Those spirit ships that were far away and survived were much weaker. It can be said that the one hit just now destroyed nearly three-quarters of the strength of the Good Fortune Legion.
The divine light shot out, the explosions were wanton, the Magic Fairy Palace was destroyed, and the Legion of Creation retreated steadily.
But at this time, on the other side of the battlefield, the flesh and blood of Huang under Lin Ming's feet was still entangled with the avatar of the Holy Son of Fortune. devoured.
At this moment, the face of the Holy Son of Creation was extremely ugly.
Lin Ming could devour and control the essence of Huang's flesh and blood, even if these Huang's flesh and blood contained the spiritual imprint of the Holy Emperor of Creation, it would be of no use! !
The Holy Son of Creation did not know how Lin Ming did it, but this is not important anymore, because he has already been cornered!
He is not like Fairy Qinglian, who also has a ray of incarnation that her master refined for her at the expense of his cultivation—how could the ambitious Holy Emperor of Creation sacrifice himself to perfect his apprentice? As far as he is concerned, everyone is just his pawn.
So at this moment, facing Lin Ming, the Son of Creation no longer had any trump cards.
Or it should be said that to Lin Ming, the so-called hole cards he possessed were like toys, meaningless.
At this moment, the Son of Creation felt deep despair!
He felt that Lin Ming was not sucking the essence of Huang's flesh and blood, but was sucking his own flesh and blood bit by bit!
He was like a prisoner before his departure, his artery was cut open, but he watched his blood flow, but he could only wait for the blood to dry up and die.
This way of waiting for death makes people crazy!
The Son of Creation went crazy, he injected his spiritual power into Huang's body crazily, trying to compete with Lin Ming for the control of Huang.
However, the moment he touched Lin Ming's spiritual power, the Son of Creation turned pale and his body trembled violently. Blood was already flowing out of his nostrils.
The gap in spiritual power between him and Lin Ming was too great!
Moreover, the spiritual power of the Holy Son of Creation cannot control Huang's avatar at all. He relies on the spiritual imprint of the Holy Emperor of Creation to indirectly control Huang. Compared with Lin Ming who possesses the soul of Huang, there is no comparison at all!
The Son of Creation let out a loud roar, and jumped up from Huang's body!
Holding an heavy sword in his hand, he slashed towards Lin Ming. At that moment, the Holy Son of Creation burst out with golden energy, as if a round of golden sun was burning in the body of the Holy Son of Fortune.
The aura of his whole person also changed at this moment, the endless starlight in the surrounding starry sky was distorted in an instant, gathering towards the Holy Son of Creation, the vitality, energy, and essence of the material dust in the universe were all taken away by the Holy Son of Creation .
This is the "Magic Art of Good Fortune" of the Holy Son of Creation. Once the "Magic Art of Good Fortune" is used, it can take away the world's good fortune, that is, take away the aura and vitality of the world!
Those who are proficient in the "Magic Art of Creation" can transform this energy into their own power to kill powerful enemies.
Today, the Holy Son of Creation's "Magic Art of Creation" has been cultivated to a very high level. Once it is used, the weaker Tianzun will not be able to gain a foothold in front of the Son of Creation, because their energy communication with the outside world will be cut off, and their vitality will be destroyed. The Holy Son of Creation brutally snatched it away!
Only the top Tianzun can barely deal with the Holy Son of Good Fortune after performing the "Magic Art of Creation".
However, for Lin Ming, it was difficult for the top Heavenly Venerable to gain a foothold in front of Lin Ming!
This is the gap between the two!
The moment the Holy Son of Good Fortune made his move, Lin Ming also moved, but it wasn't him who moved, but the Huang under his feet moved!
Dozens of blood dragon tentacles shot straight out, piercing the Holy Son of Creation!
The eyes of the Son of Creation are blood-red, and his "Magic Art of Creation" can absorb the vitality in the universe, but it is impossible to plunder the vitality from the barren body!
This is due to the level gap.
He dashed from left to right among these dozens of tentacles, but he was shocked to find that in Lin Ming's hands, Huang's avatar could exert far more power than himself!
Every tentacle of the barrenness seems to be alive, they have their own thoughts and perceptions, they cooperate with each other, and every attack is perfect!
The Holy Son of Good Fortune flashed more than a dozen attacks, but in the end, when he attacked next time, his speed was a step slower, and he was slammed into the back by a blood dragon's tentacles!
"puff!"
The Son of Creation spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the viscera in his body were overwhelmed, and he flew out directly.
At this moment, the Holy Son of Creation was filled with humiliation. Lin Ming actually plundered his own desolate avatar, and then used it to deal with him!
He mobilized several legions of the Saint Race stationed in Shengluotian, waiting for Lin Ming, but these legions were completely defeated by Lin Ming.
He led the Legion of Good Fortune, the trump card division of the saint clan, to encircle and suppress Xiao Moxian, but the Legion of Good Fortune collapsed!
And from the beginning to the end, the Son of Creation had never even fought against Lin Ming. Lin Ming stood there without moving, and he was gradually controlling Huang's avatar!
The Son of Creation charged towards Lin Ming, but Lin Ming only used Huang's avatar to deal with him.
Lin Ming's approach, as he said before, he did not regard the Son of Creation as an opponent at all...
Humiliation, frustration, despair, at the last moment of his life, the Holy Son of Creation was almost crazy, the blood in his whole body had been burned to the extreme, but no matter how he attacked, what greeted him were only ferocious blood dragon tentacles!
These tentacles are endless, even if they are cut off, they can grow back quickly, and those broken tentacles are absorbed by Huang's body again, and they are basically undead monsters.
And as more and more of the flesh and blood of the desolation was absorbed by Lin Ming, the tentacles of the desolation to deal with the Son of Creation became thicker and denser!
The Holy Son of Good Fortune was covered in blood, his internal organs were broken, and there were countless wounds, large and small.
His movements became more and more sluggish, and he knew that he was on the verge of death.
At the last moment of his life, there was a sad smile on the corner of the mouth of the Holy Son of Creation. He used the only Gang Yuan left in his body for the last time, filling his body, limbs and bones. This energy is like boiling magma...
"Want to blow yourself up?"
A cold light flashed in Lin Ming's eyes. How could he make the Holy Son of Creation fulfill his wish? For him, the Holy Son of Fortune still had great use value.
"call out!"
A ray of spiritual light shot out from the center of Lin Ming's eyebrows like a sword of a god, and pierced through the sea of consciousness of the Son of Creation at an incredible speed!
At that moment, the energy gathered by the Holy Son of Good Fortune suddenly stagnated, and at the moment of this pause, a thick barren tentacle flew straight towards him, biting the Holy Son of Good Fortune!
"Puff puff!"
In an instant, hundreds of tiny tentacles as thick as earthworms penetrated into the body of the Son of Creation, and began to devour the flesh and energy of the Son of Creation like greedy leeches!
The Holy Son of Creation had protruding eyes and a dull expression. At this moment, he was no different from a living dead.
At the last moment of his life, he felt that Lin Ming was devouring him with Huang's clone!
He has controlled Huang's clone for so long, and he has devoured countless lives and energy with Huang's clone. In the end, he has become the food of Huang's clone! This is really a great irony!
Under Huang's devouring, the physical body of the Holy Son of Creation slowly shriveled up, his skin wrinkled together, his eye sockets were sunken, and his breath was like gossamer.
And at this time, Huangzhi's flesh and blood started to squirm, and sent the holy son of good fortune, who had become a useless person, into the Hunyuan Heavenly Palace... account (add friends on WeChat-add official account-enter qdread), join now! Everyone has a prize, now immediately follow qdread WeChat official account!) R1152
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