"ah!!!"
In the transmission channel, in the red glowing tunnel, a large number of black arms hugged Mistorka like a rope, and the huge force pulled him to fly towards the other end of the portal.
"No!!"
It screamed and let out a terrified roar.
Boom! !
Mistorka felt as if he had broken through a thick barrier and entered a sticky, narrow space with strong resistance.
Before it had time to look around, it felt a circle of various weakening arcana scrambling to project down, reducing the resistant skin on its body to an unimaginable level.
This feeling is like reducing steel to tofu.
Mistorka tried to resist, but as soon as he made a move, a group of brilliant red light immediately surrounded it.
"Nice to meet you." A tall and strong man with a lot of black hands behind him looked at him with a smile on his face.
Mistorka opened his mouth wide to speak, but a huge amount of black arms got in from its mouth.
"It seems that you are also very happy." Lu Sheng looked at the big black man in front of him, feeling like seeing hot dogs in winter and watermelons in summer.
Although the huge divinity contained in the opponent's body has been polluted by the power of the abyss, there are still more than thirty-five points.
Moreover, the core of the abyss lord that slowly releases the power of endless scorched earth is the most precious core of this monster.
'... .that eye of yours is so happy to see me! Mistorka roared in grief and anger, his mouth was still covered, and a large number of black hands frantically poured into his body.
This is one of the ninety-nine arcane magic skills transformed by Lu Sheng. It is called the shadow hand, and it is a skill deduced as an eighth-level arcane skill.
The function of this arcane technique is to use the shadow power to plant coordinates in the shadow plane, and to cultivate a special arm that can be extended and lengthened for its own use.
Lu Sheng deduced the spell to level 678 in one breath. He thought this number was very auspicious and looked very pleasing to the eye. One time of cultivation is six hundred and seventy-eight arms.
It is also very comfortable to use.
Even the middle-level abyss lord who is comparable to the real body can be pulled over.
In the sealed room, a large number of formation runes connected Lu Sheng's own power, imprisoning the huge power from the abyss.
Mistoka, who was pulled out of the formation, had no way to restore the body, and could only struggle desperately in the shrinking state.
His body at this time is about the same as a black dragonman as tall as a person, with a dragon head and a human body, with wings made of lava on his back.
But at this time, its whole body was covered with a layer of greasy cold black hands, and these black hands touched every part of its body, whether it was ordinary scales or private parts.
Mistorka felt that some of his sensitive points were being mastered, and his body was a little excited, and some places that had never had friction were also drilled by a large number of black hands.
An unprecedented experience of shame caused a strange feeling in his body.
Suddenly, a big hand steadily got into its most critical place.
"Oh!! No!! It's not allowed there!!" He roared angrily. But as soon as the voice in the throat vibrated, it was immediately blocked by more black hands.
He should have thought about it earlier, this damn black hand actually has a way to confuse the mind!
Mistorka's terrifying power is completely useless in the sealing formation. As the invincible abyss lord on the fifty-first floor, the demon king favored by the will of the abyss.
To be summoned by a strange mage casually, and reduced to this level!
With the last shame and anger, Mistorka cursed Lu Sheng viciously.
"I curse you!! The abyss will pull you into the endless bottom, and you will never be able to escape!!" His huge spirit was shaking violently. Although blocked by a large number of formations, the slightest mental power to seek help from the abyss consciousness, Still inevitably leaked out.
There is no way.
Lu Sheng looked at the scene in front of him helplessly.
After all, the guy in front of him already has nearly half the strength of his own body, so it is still unrealistic to completely kill and devour him in seconds.
"Fortunately, the preparations were done well, and it can be completely digested in about an hour."
He looked at the black ball wrapped in countless black hands suspended in mid-air in front of him, and he was quite satisfied.
"The last thing to do now is to hold back the counterattack of the abyss consciousness."
Unlike the previous few times, this time he preyed on the middle-level lord, which is equivalent to mobilizing the right-hand man under the abyss consciousness.
As soon as Lu Sheng clapped his hands, a large number of black hands behind him immediately accelerated, and slowly pulled Mistorka towards him.
In the void behind him, a faint vortex of transparent ripples slowly opened up, which was the entrance to the world of his mind.
In this extremely closed secret room environment, it is still no problem to open a small entrance to his mental world.
After all, he hasn't spent all these years in vain.
Mistorka struggled frantically, but in front of Lu Sheng, who was known for his brute strength, his strength was nothing to mention.
His huge body is still slowly being pulled towards the transparent vortex.
The jumping and flickering red light of the abyss is constantly trying to spread out from it, but another kind of red light from the formation can often block the red light of the abyss from leaking out in time and accurately.
Lu Sheng has fully mobilized all his strength.
Most of the power of his body is used to defend against the will of the abyss, but now all the power of this body is used to manipulate the formation that pulls this secret room.
As Mistorka got closer and closer, Lu Sheng had a faint feeling that the revenge of the abyss might be coming soon.
The smile on his face gradually calmed down, and his hands continued to draw specific gestures and symbols one after another in midair.
I don't know how long it took, and finally, one of Mistorka's hind legs slowly sank into the transparent vortex behind Lu Sheng's head.
"coming!!"
Lu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The red portal instantly distorted violently, and a terrifying will that was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than Lu Sheng rushed out of the portal and rushed to Lu Sheng's position.
Wherever the invisible spirit went, creeping flesh and blood creeps spread around the ground, and a large number of unconscious and painful faces emerged from the blood-red creep, making ferocious and weird roars.
"Return....!! Undead!!!" An indistinct consciousness came out of this terrifying spirit.
"Should I return Mistoka? That's not acceptable." Lu Sheng showed a ferocious smile, and a vague phantom of a crane-headed human figure slowly emerged behind him.
That is the body of Qianshen.
An extremely powerful high-density spiritual will evaporated from him.
The space in front of Lu Sheng was distorted, and the ground and walls around him quickly began to show blurred blood-red muscle lines.
Be it the floor or the walls, they were all covered with a layer of strong blood-red muscle fibers.
It was a rough, strong special style, which made people think of strength, awesomeness, violence, very good, and other synonymous with arrogance at a glance.
Although compared to the will of the abyss, wherever Lu Sheng's spirit goes, the impact it produces is far less powerful than the opponent.
But this is the main plane, and the power of the abyss will still be instinctively rejected by the main plane.
A large amount of natural suppressing force, from all directions, from the instinctive squeeze in time and space to the will of the abyss. Crazy weakening its power.
However, Lu Sheng did not encounter such unfair treatment because of his natural deception ability.
Two additions and subtractions, the difference between the two is not too big.
In an instant, two terrifyingly huge spiritual forces in the secret room confronted each other fiercely.
boom! ! !
An invisible spiritual storm erupted within a ten-thousandth of a second, and Lu Sheng's spirit and profound spirit shattered at the same time. Countless spiritual fragments turned into red and transparent spiritual light spots, flying around like raindrops.
Then all the mental fragments were immediately recondensed by Lu Sheng.
In the entire secret room, the surrounding scene turned into an abyss covered with a blanket of flesh and blood for a while, and turned into a palace of strength with countless muscles for a while.
The chaotic phantom changed and flickered rapidly, and Mistorka, who was sandwiched between the two huge forces, immediately became a victim.
Neither the will of the abyss nor the will of Lu Sheng's body is something he can resist.
What's more, this is the main plane, and there is also the natural suppression of the third-party main plane.
At this time, he is being suppressed by natural will in the weakest state in history. And in this state, Abyss and Lu Sheng confronted each other.
Although Mistorka is the dragon of the scorched earth and the lord of the abyss, it is inevitable that he will fail in the face of such a big scene.
His spirit only persisted for ten minutes in the mental storm, before it was violently pulled in by the storm, completely crushed and crushed into pieces.
His entire will was wiped out in an instant, and it became the nutrient for both Abyss and Lu Sheng to restore their own will.
A generation of abyss lords fell.
"Are you satisfied now!?" Lu Sheng said in a low voice with some annoyance. The will of the abyss lord was crushed, and divinity, the treasure hidden deep in the soul of the will, was naturally completely shattered.
It's like a complete treasure map is suddenly torn into countless pieces. It is possible to reassemble it, but the energy expended is not as fast as catching another abyss lord.
The will of the abyss didn't have time to answer, so it was instinctively suppressed and expelled by the natural will of the main plane, and soon retreated slowly along the portal, gradually disappearing.
Only the messy confrontation scene in the entire secret room was left.
cough cough cough
Lu Sheng felt his consciousness blur for a while. Obviously, the willpower of the abyss that he rushed in just now was too great, and even his main body as a demon could hardly bear it.
He lowered his head to look at his own body, the heart in his chest burst into bleeding holes at some point, and his forehead was also sticky.
He wiped it, and it was all white, foul-smelling slurry.
"Could it be the brain???"
Lu Sheng felt a little bad.
He quickly condensed an ice mirror to check.
The image reflected in the mirror was a blurry man with blood red eyes and a blood hole the size of a fist in his forehead.
The blood hole on the forehead can be seen from the forehead to the wall full of runes behind it.
It was like someone had pierced a hole straight through his head with an iron rod. A large amount of brain fluid continued to flow out of it.
"Damn it! Why is the abyssal counterattack so strong this time!? I'd rather be broken and injured than give me any benefits!
You can do it! abyss! I remember you! ! "
Lu Sheng was furious, thinking that sooner or later he would eat the abyss, and at the same time quickly activated his supernatural powers, and began to make up for the structure of this body.
He arranged and prepared for several hours, worked hard and coaxed and deceived, and the good things he summoned were picked peaches and robbed the fruits of his labor before he could even put his mouth to it.
He is a ghost if he is not angry.