Unwillingness, resentment, killing, destruction... The endless negative and dark aura erupted from Mo Yu's body. His pupils quickly dilated and occupied his entire eyeball, and delicate black and gold patterns appeared on his face.

With bloody hair, black eyes, black gold patterns, and the negative dark aura he emitted, Mo Yu at this moment was like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, with endless hatred, and wanted to completely destroy everything!

Not far away, Jiujie and Junshan five people crawled and knelt on the ground. The trembling from the deepest part of their souls made them unable to move at all.

His eyes looked at the Blood Lake, and in endless shock, there was the uncontrollable fear.

If Mo Yu had given him the feeling that he had been completely suppressed, now he was an absolute mastery of life and death, and it seemed that just one thought could determine their life and death.

Suddenly, Mo Yu's blood grew rapidly and drooped to his waist in a blink of an eye. The darkness in his eyes became more pure, and the black and golden patterns on his face spread outward.

The negative and dark aura emitted by the body is even more crazy and surging!

The terrifying aura instantly exceeded the limit of Junshan and others' tolerance. He fainted in a muffled groan. Only Jiujie was still struggling to support him. His eyes passed through the twisted space and fell on the figure of the Demon Lord in the Blood Lake, revealing unbelievableness!

At this moment, the Blood Lake was like a sea in a storm. It seemed that countless souls were raging in it, and the power of curses surged out and became more powerful, and penetrated into Mo Yu's body at a more crazier speed!

With every breath, his body can absorb a terrifying amount of cursive power, and promote the curse beads in his body to transform.

Half an hour later, the terrifying aura in the air surged again, and the Nine Rings and Seven Orifices were bleeding at the same time, and they were directly shocked and fainted.

Leidersa also screamed, and the black fog turned into a black magic pattern, and it flashed onto Mo Yu's arm.

Mo Yu's blood grows to his ankles, with more scarlet colors. His black eyes are like a soul-devouring abyss, which can pull out the human soul at a glance. The black and gold patterns on his face release a charming aura.

The seventh level of demonization is opened!

At this moment, a powerful cold force erupted from the depths of the Yongnan Star Domain, crossing endless distances in an instant and descending!

The Blood Lake calmed down instantly, and all the violent fluctuations in the space were forcibly suppressed.

Mo Yu's expression was indifferent, and his pure black eyes slowly looked forward.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time in the last tribe of my clan." The old voice, with magnificent power, echoed in this star field.

"Who are you?" Mo Yu spoke coldly.

"The death of billions of people from the Xuanhuang clan has been exchanged for my birth... So, you can call me Xuanhuang directly." Cang Lao's voice showed a low voice.

"Why should I believe you?"

"You will believe that because the power of blood is the best evidence." The eternal dark star field suddenly became a great master, and billions of stars appeared, presenting a vast sea of ​​stars.

The blood in Mo Yu's body boiled, and at the center of his eyebrows, the star-field divine patterns burst out with golden light, echoing the vast aura of the sea of ​​stars.

"The last tribe of our clan, the curse power you absorbed, is the first gift given to you by the clan, and it will give you great help in the future. Now, I will give you the second gift, which can save your life at the most dangerous moment." The old voice fell, and the projection of the brilliant vast sea of ​​stars quickly contracted, turning into a dot of light in a blink of an eye, falling in front of Mo Yu.

"Remember, it can give you the strongest chance, but after using it, your identity as a Xuanhuang clan will no longer be hidden, and your enemies will be spread all over the heavens and all worlds."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, but he still reached out to hold the light spot into his hand. It merged directly into Mo Yu's body and appeared in his soul space.

"I can no longer cover up the fluctuations of your aura. I will soon send you away. After walking out of here, you will go to the Nine Paths of Shenxiao. The Xuanhuang clan had its share in the destruction of the clan. Now I want them to give everything to cultivate the last tribe for our clan!"

"Go to my tribe. I hope you and I will see you again in the near future. You must live. No matter what situation you are in, please work hard to survive, because you have become the last hope of our tribe!"

The old voice was high and sad, and did not give Mo Yu more opportunities to speak. The whole space suddenly twisted violently. After recovering as early as possible, Mo Yu and others had disappeared.

An illusory figure appeared not far away, looking in the direction of his departure, sighed softly, "The wheel of fate has turned, but is this too cruel for you?"

Shaking his head, the phantom disappeared.

...

A powerful aura fluctuation suddenly appeared, and the space was violently distorted. The figures of Mo Yu and others slowly emerged from it.

Turning around and looking at the dark star field in the distance, his eyes were complicated. Although the result of this trip made Mo Yu determine his identity as the Xuanhuang clan, he also carried the hatred of the entire clan on his shoulders.

From then on, most of the powerful forces in all directions of the heavens and the world, and most of the powerful monks and men will become his endless enemies!

Mo Yu's tense face became more and more determined. Although he felt that every breath became extremely difficult, there was no fear in his heart.

Because the blood of Xuanhuang flows in his body, because he is the last member of Xuanhuang.

So he had no choice but to retreat, so he could only move forward bravely.

Until death, or let the blood of the enemy dye the heavens red!

Withdrew his gaze, Mo Yu took a deep breath, brushed Jiujie in a coma on his sleeve, Junshan and others, and took one step to move and move away.

Shortly after he left, a gray eye suddenly appeared, sweeping over here, then turned to the direction Mo Yu and others left.

The next moment, these gray eyes disappeared.

...

Niujiaoxing, Junshan God King and others settled in the courtyard.

In the cultivation secret room, Mo Yu breathed gently, his eyes opened, and a bitter smile flashed.

There are now seven parallel horizontal lines on the curse bead in his body, indicating that the accumulation of curse power has completed the opening of the seventh level of demonization.

But no matter how he tried, even using all the remaining source stones in his hand, he could not master the power of the fifth level of demonization, let alone the sixth and seventh levels.

This made Mo Yu quite helpless.

He had a premonition in his heart, and he was afraid that he would master the fifth level of demonization when he broke the king and became emperor.

As for the sixth and seventh floors, he is not able to consider it for the time being.

After a while, Mo Yu took a breath and shook his head and suppressed his unwillingness.

Being able to master the first four levels of demonization can already make his strength soar. How can he be too greedy?

After restraining his mind, his thoughts quickly turned. The most important thing at the moment was to decide what to do in the future.

Mo Yu couldn't help but feel the old voice of himself professing Xuanhuang. After passing through the phantom of the star field, he had already believed his identity, so as the last member of Xuanhuang, he would never be able to hurt himself.

Go to Shenxiao Jiudao?

His eyes flashed quickly, and there was a little speculation deep in his heart... If he was right, Shenxiao Jiudao would definitely go, but before that, he had two things to do.

The city that did not leave was Meng Zhuo, and the God of Hanxiang was controlled to leave. The two sides were far away, but with the imprint of the mind left, they could be found.

The danger is temporarily relieved, Mo Yu must find them first and arrange them in a proper place before the situation is still calm.

Because the road ahead is destined to be full of bloody storms, he does not want to implicate them because of himself.

Another thing is to go to the Holy Demon Clan and take it into account.

However, this matter must be carried out carefully. If it attracts the attention of the four major corporations, it will be bad.

It is naturally the most urgent thing in Mo Yu's mind to find a city that cannot be found, but the Holy Demon Clan is not far from the place of sin, so he went here first and then left this star field.

Making up his mind, Mo Yu stood up, waved his hand to open the door of the secret room, and at the same time sent a call to his followers in his soul.

Soon, under Xingcai, Jiujie, wearing a plain monk's robe, and Junshan God King and others all told him.

He left first and Gu Panshengzi, who had obviously taken advantage of the opportunity of the Demon King being injured and used both soft and hard to determine his position as the boss.

But when facing Mo Yu, Xingcai did not dare to be proud at all, and brought a few people to bow and salute.

"See sir!" The few people were extremely respectful in their voices.

Mo Yu did not delay any further, and glanced at him and said directly: "Junshan, I am going to go to the Holy Demon Clan, you are here to lead the way."

Junshan looked happy, "Yes, master!" With Mo Yu, he showed his strength, and defeating Xiongba should not be difficult. By then, he would have mastered the entire Holy Demon Clan, and his status in the clan was afraid that it would not decline but increase.

Jiujie and Ouye Grandma also showed joy on their faces. Since they had followed Mo Yu, they naturally hoped that the stronger his strength, the better.

Xingcai coughed lightly, glared at Junshan with a little dissatisfaction, thinking that he accidentally made him show his face in front of his master. How could he show his status as the boss?

Withdrew his gaze, his shriveled orange-skinned old face smiled into a chrysanthemum, "The adults have endless magic power and great strength. It is natural to defeat the little holy demon clan. The slave boldly speculates that when the adults arrive, the tiger's body will shake, and perhaps you can subdue this group of mobs without taking action!"

Junshan's mouth twitched. It would be fine if this old guy flattered him, but he actually belittled the Holy Demon Clan like this! Damn it, you know that he is also one of the elders of the Holy Demon Clan, so he scolded him too!

Mo Yu glanced at this guy and said that it was more thick than his face. Except for the Demon King who could compete with him, Junshan, Jiujie and others were still too young. The peak cultivation level of the Xiong Overlord Level also mastered the fourth level of demonization. He fought with all his strength to eliminate the imperial level cultivators, and was afraid that there were few opponents.

You should know that there are only seventy-two emperors in the infinite planes of the heavens and all worlds. Apart from some cultivators who do not care about worldly affairs, they are already considered the top strong people in this world... Such a mob is of too high quality.

Shaking his head, he was about to order to set off, but his face suddenly changed. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Countless dark gray clouds gushed out of the Niuke Star, melting each other into a huge eggshell, wrapping the entire star inside, covering the sky and the sun!

The sky suddenly became dark, and endless cold air emanated from it, causing the air temperature to drop sharply, and black snowflakes began to slowly fall.

Each snowflake contains a trace of cursed power. When it encounters water, it will be black and dry when it encounters wood!

A gloomy old man suddenly walked out of the dark gray clouds and shouted in a deep voice, "The Burial Curse Sect chased and killed the powerful enemies of the sect, and no one involved retreated, otherwise they would be killed without any regard!"

The Yin and Cold voice was stirring with the blessing of powerful power, and the breath sensing was a powerful person from the One God King.

On the Niuke Star, countless monks flew up with frightened and angry expressions. When they heard this, they changed their faces and turned their heads and retreated faster.

Some well-informed person has guessed the truth of some things.

"Hun Kun, a direct cultivator of the Burial Curse Sect, was killed a year ago. Could it be that he is here today?" A blue-shirted swordsman frowned and spoke.

"Fuck! You didn't see that the Burial Curse Invincible Formation is placed in front of you. Is it necessary to deal with a monk who killed the sect's direct line?" The old man with a wine pot hanging around his waist cursed not far away.

The blue-shirt swordsman's face turned cold, as if he was afraid of his cultivation, and his face was gloomy and did not speak.

"Hehe, the old man of Jiu is probably wrong this time! I accidentally got a secret news that the Burial Curse Sect had a curse and killed the cultivator who killed Soul Kun, but the final result was that the elder of the Burial Curse Sect was backfired by the curse and was almost killed by someone with a clenched attack."

Another monk sneered and spoke.

"Not bad! I also heard that the Burial Curse Sect was attacked by a mysterious powerful man a month ago. A seal of the sky-covering palm came, forcing the leader of the Burial Soul Sect, Lord Hun Tian, ​​to take action, and then blocked it. It turned out that there was such a hidden story in it!"

"If this is true, then the person who kills Soul Kun is probably in the Imperial Realm!"

"Is it because the Burial Curse Sect is in such a situation today that they want to... kill the emperor..." A monk couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his face full of disbelief.

The entire space suddenly became quiet, but soon everyone's eyes became hot.

Killing the Emperor... Maybe today, there will be a shocking battle!

If the Emperor Realm really dies, the seventy-two thrones will become vacant, which is probably a series of chain reactions! Some monks have begun to convey messages to the forces behind them, because once the throne vacant appears, whoever can react faster will have a greater chance of an extra imperial super strongman!

You should know that an imperial-level powerhouse is enough to make any large force a top force and make the strength of the top force soar!
Chapter completed!