Chapter 14 Larta's Whisper

Strictly speaking, Larta is not the Chaos Demon God born in the early stage of Hongmeng, but the first creature born in the Great Chaos Realm of the Three Demon Lords. In the early stage of his birth, it did not belong to any of the tribes, but a real flesh-and-blood creature. It was only later that the Disillusioned Demon Lord found it and transformed it with his power.

With this reason, it is destined that Larta's loyalty to Disillusion will not be too high. If the Disillusioned Demon Lord holds the Death Dao Stone in his hand and lives in the Heavenly Dao-level Demon God, and the master is strong and the servant is weak, it will not rebel. However, once the master is weak and the servant is strong, even if he has a contract to recognize the master on his soul, there will still be rebellion.[]

After all, the rules of death are originally about the soul, and it is not difficult for Larta to escape the control of disillusionment by it.

The Disillusioned Demon Lord really lost his wife and his troops at this moment. He was originally inspired by a junior who said that "the magic weapon is good, but it is really good." He temporarily borrowed the Death Dao Stone that could strengthen the Bone Dragon. Who would have thought that the Bone Dragon had the ability to resist with the help of his treasure's power?

"Holarta is going to crush you to ashes." The disillusioned helmet flew out when it fell from the bone dragon, revealing the pale skull hidden inside.

A trace of fear and struggle flashed through the blue eyes of the bone dragon, but felt the fighting spirit next to the person behind him, the bone dragon's expression moved, and the power of the soul began to approach Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong was still dazed by the sudden change. Suddenly, he felt a cold soul trying to contact him. After a little investigation, he found that it was Larta under his feet. Even if he didn't know the specific details, he could guess eight points. So Larta wanted to communicate with him, but he did not object.

The Chaos Bell let go of the ban on Larta's soul, and soon he heard a cold and old voice: "Fellow Daoist, Larta has offended it just now."

Well, this guy actually admitted his mistake as soon as he opened up.

Knowing that this was the other party’s desire for him, Zhang Zilong sorted out his mind and smiled and said, “It might be okay, fellow Taoist Larta was also forced by the old devil who disillusioned.”

The two were having a friendly meeting, and the Disillusion had already brought his sword to kill the general. Although the pale skull could not tell what his expression was, the blue soul fire that soared into the sky from behind his head showed its master's turbulent anger.

"So, let's go together." Larta roared in a deep voice, and his huge body rushed forward in response to the disillusionment. It was obvious that he wanted to rely on his BT's defense to make a meat shield, so that Zhang Zilong could find an opportunity to kill him.

The rebellion of Larta is a rare life in Pangu's world. Of course, Zhang Zilong did not dare to neglect it. He concentrated his mind and slowed down his speed, followed Larta.

Although the Demon Lord of Disillusionment looked like a skeleton, his body's strength was surprisingly terrifying. The dead energy condensed by Larta collided with the Demon Sword of Disillusionment, and circles of scarlet energy fluctuated, stirring the surrounding chaos into a pot. Fortunately, there were no other people in the area where they were fighting, otherwise even the quasi-saint would die alone.

Zhang Zilong jumped high from behind Larta, and roared loudly. The light of the gold and silver intertwined light of the God-killing Gun illuminated a void. Zhang Zilong was too lazy to use any moves. The Demon Lord of the Disillusioned has been comprehending the Great Dao Stone for many years, so he must have had much more insight than himself. It is basically impossible to hurt him by relying on the exquisite moves. Now he can only use violence.

"Roar the God-killing Spear, go." Zhang Zilong's forehead veins stretched out. The God-killing Spear carrier was full of energy and the gift of the Great Dao Stone, and flew towards the Disillusioned Demon Lord who was against Larta.

Larta's expression was also full of madness, and his wings were swelling wildly. A stream of black energy poured out from its body and dissipated into chaos. It is logical that such a strong man would not waste such energy, but now it is crazily urging its magic power, and its whole body is like rushing waves, and it cannot tell the mind to control the irritable magic power.

The God-killing Gun cut through the void and stabbed at the Demon Lord of Disillusionment, and was about to stab his skull. In this way, he would not die and would lose his combat power.

One person and one dragon stared at the God-killing Spear. The God-killing Spear, which was originally extremely fast, seemed to slow down time and space in their eyes, approaching the people they hated little by little.

Suddenly, Huan Dao laughed twice, and Larta's heart broke out, decisively gave up and held the battle with Huan Dao, and turned around to escape. Hundreds of figures suddenly appeared beside Huan Dao, each of which was similar to Huan Dao's body, extremely huge, and a strange black mist filled his body around him.

The God-killing Spear came with the momentum of opening up the sky and opening up the earth, but after sinking into the black fog, it seemed as if a stone was sinking into the sea, silently. Zhang Zilong, who was intimate with the God-killing Spear, obviously heard a whine from his treasure.

"Corrosion" The cold and hoarse voice of the Disillusioned Demon Lord came out in the black fog. The black fog around the God-killing Gun instantly began to devour the magic power that Zhang Zilong poured into the gun, as if a group of evil ghosts who had been hungry for hundreds of years.

"Wind" was another command-like sound. Zhang Zilong, who could have sensed the situation of the God Killing Spear, felt that his soul sank and he lost contact with the God Killing Spear.

"What's going on?" Zhang Zilong, whose eyes were red, turned around and looked at Larta who had escaped back in a panic, but saw Larta's expression low: "It's the three hundred puppets of the devil, each of which represents a kind of magic. Moreover, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he can sacrifice a puppet to make the magic take effect."

Zhang Zilong's pupils contracted violently, but the space surrounded by black mist slowly dissipated. The Demon Lord of Disillusionment and the more than 200 remaining puppet monsters stood proudly in the chaos, while his God-killing Gun was lying quietly in the chaos, without any glory.

This scene reminded him of what Chang Xi said, the appearance of the blood-crying flute when it was discovered.

"God-killing God-killing God-killing" Zhang Zilong called through his soul to the treasure that seemed to have been abandoned, but the God-killing Spear, which was originally extremely spiritual, did not react at all at this moment.

"Don't waste your energy. The soul you attached to that treasure is probably wiped out by the disillusioned withering." Larta's cold voice sounded aside, leaving Zhang Zilong speechless. The God-killing gun was his greatest reliance. The friendship of countless years has almost become his most important partner. Now he has lost contact without understanding. How can he be willing to do so?

Larta seemed to see the man's mind, and no longer spoke more, but quietly fought against the Disillusioned Demon Lord and the Three Hundred Puppets.

"Gaglarta, I will give you another last chance to return the Great Dao Stone. I will spare your life, otherwise," Huande said in the end, his expression became colder and colder.

Larta sneered and went back? Could it be that you could control my soul and body again and be that immortal monster for thousands of years?

"Don't waste my time. I will not surrender. Even if I die, I will not be the monster that you can drive."

Zhang Zilong took back his mind from the God-killing Spear. Fortunately, Huande did not snatch the magic weapon, and it seemed that he looked down on it. As long as he killed Huande, he could sacrifice and refine the God-killing Spear again.

"Try your best." Larta sent a message to Zhang Zilong. He did not expect that the Demon Lord of Disillusion brought his three hundred puppets. With the cultivation level of him and Zhang Zilong, the Demon Lord of Disillusion lost at most a hundred puppets, which would make them die without a place to bury them. If they were still lucky, they had no chance of winning.

Zhang Zilong nodded heavily. He was not afraid of trying his best, but he was afraid that there would be someone in the three hundred puppets that could seal him: "Go up", and as he said, he took the Chaos Bell into his hand, the God-killing God could not use it for the time being, so he could only rely on the Chaos Bell. After he obtained this magic weapon, it was mostly used for defense, but it did not mean that its attack was just average. On the contrary, among the three innate treasures differentiated by the Kaitian Axe, the Chaos Bell is the most powerful one, with an attack and defense, and its attack was not weaker than the Pangu Banner, and its defense was not inferior to the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower.

"Roar" Larta really had a desperate ambition. After a roar, it burned his soul, stimulating the Dao Stone between its eyebrows, and also emitted a wave of faint light, as if adding bricks and tiles to its determination. Zhang Zilong was not negligent. At this moment, with the power of the Dao of Heaven, his magic power had long been restored. However, he also learned from Larta, burning some of the souls and stimulating the Dao Stone in the souls, the golden energy containing the power of panic rules, instantly penetrated his whole body.

"Kill" the two of them shouted at the same time, turned into two meteors, and rushed into three hundred puppets.

Disillusion controls three hundred puppets and kills one person and one dragon that keeps passing through.

"Fear", "Space Cracking", "Death Seal" commands came from the mouth of the Disillusioned Demon Lord. Every time, a puppet would turn into starlight and scatter into chaos, and then, as if the rules were attacking the two people fighting guerrillas, they would tightly entangle the two people fighting guerrillas.

The Chaos Bell is worthy of being the treasure that allows the Emperor to compete with the saints. Even if these attacks contain the power of rules, they are difficult to break through its defense for a while. The crisp bell kept ringing, and each time it could take away a puppet. After dozens of times, Zhang Zilong's face began to turn pale. After all, even if the magic power is supplemented by the Heavenly Dao, the loss of the soul does not recover so quickly. Every time the Chaos Bell is ringing, it is a pain like cutting bones and removing flesh.

Larta is much more miserable. It has no magic weapon, but can only rely on its body to resist the attack of disillusionment. Soon, the dragon body that grew flesh and blood was full of holes, and many places have begun to rot.

However, under his desperate attack, he also destroyed dozens of puppets of Fantasy. In this way, with the ones that Fantasy himself used, there were only more than a hundred.

Zhang Zilong, whose eyes were red and whose soul was drowsy, suddenly felt a stone that made him familiar with approach him. Subconsciously reached out and saw that it was the Death Avenue stone embedded in the middle of Larta's eyebrows.

Zhang Zilong was excited and turned to look at Larta. He saw that pieces of flesh and blood were falling off from his huge body, and his remaining eyes were exhausted.

"Take it, go quickly." Larta's dry voice came to his ears. Zhang Zilong felt a keen sense of danger, and plucked up his last spirit. Fang Cun fanned wildly. Zhang Zilong turned into a meteor, rolled up the God-killing spear that was about to be silent in the chaos and fled far away.

Seeing this, Huande was reluctant to let go, and roared: "The thief returns my magic weapon."

"You save your life first, let's talk about it." A cold voice roared out from Larta's mouth. Zhang Zilong felt a violent energy coming from behind. Even if it was blocked, it made his saint's body feel the burning heat piercing the soul.

A picture flashed through the soul: Fantasy wanted to control the remaining hundreds of puppets and chase him, while Ralta's rotten body helped him block in front of Fantasy. After that, its huge body exploded, and the chaos, the energy that was destroyed by the destruction of the world, opened a gap. At a rough look, it was comparable to the Pangu world...

Zhang Zilong, who was retreating in a panic, sank his soul and fell into a coma. Before he was unconscious, he seemed to hear the whine of the soul that Larta was about to dissipate, like crying and complaining.

From birth, it is captured by disillusionment, and then it is immersed in the torture of disillusionment day and night. In the end, it dies, thinking it can be liberated, but never thought that it will be made into an immortal bone by the disillusionment that controls the rules of death.

The dragon is proud, and it is the same.

It is better to die than to sink.

Chapter 14 Larta's Whisper
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