At this moment, a sharp cry of wretched rose from the earth.

In the unique high-pitched rhythm of the Orchard Gym, the iron of the sky collapsed was wrapped around the lightning, and it kept falling from the dome, causing dirty blood to emerge one after another like a volcanic eruption.

In the shackles and shackles of steel, the Demon Mountain tried to get rid of the earth, but could not pull out the root system that had already penetrated into hell. It could only passively squirt and be traumatized.

He kept roaring and asking for help.

Unfortunately, no one responded...

There is no response either.

The fierce lights that roared, from the giants galloping in hell, and even the strange black shadows descending from depth, seemed to hit head-on on the iron wall that was rising from the ground.

The huge dragon tortoise trampled on the battlefield under the entanglement of plants and trees. At the forefront of the battlefield, the barriers of the Dongxia Legion rose up again.

The blood-stained Qiongqi stared at his prey. Behind her, accompanied by Yan Qingge's continuous screams, countless sublimator clones jumped into the invisible meat grinder one by one, and instantly struggled violently, crossing his body and corpse and then turning into a new corpse.

But there are more sublimators constantly separating from Gou Guanmian under the illumination of Gou Guanmian.

After a long run and waiting, the man who is known as the weakest fifth-level and crowned person in the world has ushered in an unprecedented highlight, although it was amid his screams and shouts...

And more.

Just above the front line, the dazzling light shone in the rushing stream of the source, the bloody Lord of Skin and Settler, the Lady of Dawn of Rome, and the Agni who set fire to the madman...

It's like an invisible barrier.

It is completely impossible to break through under that desperate offensive.

A strange indigo blue face in the air was constantly changing and wandering. It was known as the ruler of the void, and quickly differentiated into countless phantoms, but countless dazzling piercing lights burst out one after another. The figure of Ms. Li Ming, holding the stinging sword in her hand, flashed one after another, and chased her closely.

Under Qiongqi's hunting, invisible wolf spirits quickly dissipated under strangulation.

On the chariot of the central army, the wolf-skinned man looked at the battle situation in front of him and his face turned pale. The legion under his command had been lost, but the continuous orders were still being issued later.

The two rulers, the Burgler and the Reincarnation Circle, who are responsible for supporting and cooperating, are now about to be exhausted and are unwilling to stay at the front line to risk their lives to attack.

Only blood and fire remained, a giant eye covered with bloodshots burst out dazzling light.

The angry ruler is sowing destruction.

Pus was constantly dripping from the rotten wound, but it seemed that it could not stop its attack at all. Whenever the vicious vision flowed, it kept shooting out the light of extinction and death.

But the problem is...

You're going to go up a little bit!

Why do you always do these light pollution at the end? Is it useful? It has no eggs!

Since the invasion of the present situation appeared, this guy seemed to have been stimulated and began to be crazy, with a marginal OB, and he was unwilling to move forward a little further.

It's totally paddling!

Under such circumstances, whether for the sake of his descendants or others, the wolf-skinned person would never pay attention to the orders of support from the rear and consume most of his power on a demon mountain that has no effect.

only……

The tragic and terrifying roar of Demon Mountain seemed to be still ringing among the infinite sharp blades and thunder.

Full of energy!

Even the afterglow at the end became more and more distant and louder, setting a new high.

Just as the cruel ravages and bombings of the Thunder Temple without any room for anything, the wailing voice for help never stopped from beginning to end.

In the end, even the cold-hearted man in wolf skin couldn't help but exclaim: Good, this life is a little too hard, right?

Although I had never met before, the Demon Mountain didn't seem to be as afraid of war and weak as the rumors said, and was so tough.

He's a man.

It’s just that admiration and sympathy are useless in hell and have never had any value.

Until now, even Huai Shi couldn't help but breathe.

Ten minutes!

It's been exploding for ten minutes!

The thunder of the dragon vein, the Tianque armed forces, and various curses and attacks from the miracle seals. Even if there is really a mountain in front of you, it should at least be smashed into the depth of the trench.

But Moshan is not dead yet?!

Now, among countless rifts on the earth, the rotten flesh scattered like rainstorms, and the rotten blood has turned into a river. The originally terrifying and crazy destruction center is only left with a skeleton that stretches like a mountain, with strands of scarlet and flesh whispering on the broken bones.

The Demon Mountain is roaring.

The sharp shouts, begging, scolding, and even the moans of despair overlapped into a vague roar, spreading one after another.

Such a pain.

But it was not because of Huai Shi, but because of the terrifying pressure from the soul, the terrifying authority that quickly usurped his will and body, forcibly supporting this decaying piece of meat!

Through the distant depth, blessings from hell emerged one after another, and a cold and cruel force ignored his plea and forced himself into his soul.

In the hardships and howlings of Demon Mountain, I came in!

"Support it!!!"

The orders that cannot be violated exploded like thunder from the soul.

At the end of the sea of ​​blood, the eyes from Sheng Changqing locked tightly on the body of the Demon Mountain. The fingers that were held on the bone staff on the waist turned slightly, and continuously poured power into the dying body.

Waves of flooding into the soul, creating energy and maintaining life. But the pain brought by this maintenance even made the Demon Mountain desperately want to give up completely and embrace death.

Unfortunately, he has no freedom to die.

Especially when Xuan Daoqing, who was watching, showed a regretful look and said to Shengchangqing obscurely, "Your thing doesn't seem to work, and it won't work when you encounter the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven." The problem is no longer simply the life or death of the Demon Mountain!

Instead, it involves the face and dignity of Shengchangqing as the nine ministers of the deceased country!

no?

As a work that I personally inspires and cultivates, how can you not do it?

You must do it!

Shengchangqing absolutely does not allow anything in this world that goes against his aesthetics and theories—and he will not allow his works to be defeated by an unknown iron-tied statue in the present world!

Take out your motivation and backbone, you are useless, don’t die!

Now, after a long distance, under the infusion of Shengchangqing, the power in the sea of ​​blood emerged from the remains of the Demon Mountain as if it was blowing, urging the broken tissue, forcibly sewing the soul that was about to collapse, causing him to slowly squirt against the bombing of thunder, and recover.

The huge ring of flesh and blood opened again, drawing endless life from the sea of ​​blood from afar and growing again!

"This is shameless." Huai Shi frowned angrily: "Why are there five stages after the four stages? Don't be foolish, can't you die quickly!"

"Ahhhhhhh, kill, I me, kill, I will kill you to eat-"

In the fragmented shrill roar, the gushing blood dyed the bones red. Then, in the rapidly growing mass of rotten flesh, the deformed face of the Magic Mountain reappeared, but there were too many things that did not belong to him on that face, and even the roar became empty and dull.

He had already given up thinking.

But after completely giving up on oneself, the destruction center of wild growth began to soar.

It actually rose up against the infinite thunderbolt of the sky, opened its mouth, and the wriggling flesh and blood gathered together, gnawing on the Thunder Temple!

Bite it!

The wriggling minced meat flowed from the bones and quickly crawled towards Jupiter's icon.

"Haha, you did a good job, Demon Mountain, you did a good job!"

Shengchangqing cheered for this "Jedi Counterattack", and danced with joy, pulling Xuandaoqing beside him,

"Did you see it? Have you seen it?

My destruction center is invincible in the world hahahaha!!!”

Xuan Daoqing's expression twitched slightly, pretending that he didn't see this old guy quietly adding blood to his work, he just asked directly: "But even if he is not dead, what's the use?

It's just a matter of time to be killed."

"I think you don't understand at all!" Sheng Changqing laughed to the sky, stroked his scarlet beard, and became more proud: "My destruction center is more than just something with a little destructive power.

Although that guy in Demon Mountain is useless, his performance is excellent as a carrier. After spending hundreds of tests, in addition to being tenacious in vitality, being able to be implanted in hell and as the pillar of the sea of ​​blood, the most important thing is to incorporate the power of the rotten dragon, and the infinitely derived flesh and blood are extremely corrosive!

Just give it enough time, it can hatch a whole hell into an endless army of madness, haha,

Look, look, it’s beginning, it’s beginning!"

When the will of Demon Mountain completely collapsed, the destruction center lost its final shackles and completely turned into a ball of rotten meat that grew and reproduced out of control.

The broken faces covered by the sticky blood color kept spreading and closing, hitting the Thunder Temple, greedily eating the enemy in front of them, leaving blurred tooth marks on the edges and corners of the throne.

More importantly, a large number of tentacles were separated from its body, wrapped around the Thunder Temple, allowing the destruction brought down by the sky and the thunder to bite it tightly and never relax.

This familiar erosion made Huai Shi unable to believe that the immortal beast? No, the familiar feeling was actually the seed of the rotten dragon!?

What is this? Will it be passed down again in another generation?

What did you give birth to?

But suddenly, she was entangled by such a terrifying tonnage, and Huai Shi found that she seemed to have no choice.
To be continued...