Mo Hua hugged Yu'er and fell into the abyss. Two small figures were instantly swallowed by the tide of countless flesh and blood demons.

Lord God!

Mr. Tu's pupils shook, and he immediately jumped into the abyss of endless demons.

Shangguan Wang hesitated a little.

These demons are evil creatures raised in the blood river. They only respect the orders of the evil gods. In addition, they only have blood and killing natures.

All other monks, even Mr. Tu's orders, would not obey them.

And this is the third-grade state realm. The heavenly way is restricted and the feathers cannot fly. Once they jump into the abyss of demons, they will be gnawed by these flesh and blood creatures.

But the desire for immortality penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

His desperate belief in the Lord of God has also been deeply embedded in Shangguan Wang's heart.

Shangguan Wang hesitated for a moment, and then he also leaped into the air with his sword, jumped into the abyss.

Seeing this, the old man from the Demon Sword Sect and Yuhua from Yin Zi Valley also jumped into the valley of the abyss.

One of them covets Yu'er, who is the fetus of the evil god, and the other one not only cares about Yu'er, but also the ink painting with the kingly cause and effect in the corpse.

Four feathers jumped into the abyss and fell into the sea of ​​demons.

The endless flesh and blood demons rushed towards the four feathered monks with instinct, and in the blink of an eye, the four people were cut into pieces with blood claws, sword energy, golden corpse and demon sword.

Blood sprinkled all over the ground, and the spreading blood attracted more and more demons.

Demons are like waves.

And the four feathers become like reefs in the waves.

They were head-on, and the tide of demons kept rushing towards them, and they kept killing the demons rushing towards them without leaving any claws.

At the same time, the four of them let go of their spiritual consciousness and tried their best to find the figures of Jing Hua and Yuer in the bottom of this abyss.

They didn't understand why this kid Mo Hua was going crazy, and he jumped into the abyss by himself.

At the same time, they were also very worried that Yu'er was buried in the mouths of these demons.

Although Yu'er is the fetus of the evil god, in theory, she is the master of the demons, and these demons dare not invade the fetus of the gods.

But the evil god was just born and had not been fully integrated. In this case, you are not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of what if.

If the divine fetus is in danger and is eaten up, the evil god will lose his flesh fetus and will be on the verge of losing control.

Even if they committed the blasphemy sin, all the major plans they had planned for a long time would be wasted.

Therefore, Mr. Tu, Shangguan Wang, the old man from Yinzi Valley Yuhua and the Demon Sword Sect, all of the four Yuhua monks with profound cultivation, looked solemn and anxious.

Suddenly, a fishy storm flashed and a demon rushed towards him.

Mr. Tu's palm transformed into bone spurs, piercing the demon, then threw it aside, looked forward and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Ink painting!

Not far away at the bottom of the valley, in front of a stone wall, Mo Hua held Yu'er and stood under the corner of the cliff.

Around him were filled with strange-shaped demons.

These demons did not come forward to bite, but just kept roaring at Mo Hua, not knowing whether they were afraid or demonstrating.

Or are you painting in ink...

"Submit?"

Mr. Tu's heart was shocked.

The next moment, a divine thought spread, as if the "monarch" had given an order.

Countless demons voluntarily climbed to the soles of Mo Hua's feet, used their bodies as bridges to pave the way, and lifted Mo Hua upwards.

Mr. Tu looked shocked and immediately turned into a bloody storm and went to Mo Hua to kill him.

Shangguan Wang, the old men from Yinzi Valley Yuhua and the Demon Sword Sect also used their own methods. Some wanted to seize Yu'er in the arms of ink painting, while others wanted to seize ink painting.

Just at this moment, Mo Hua turned his eyes and glanced at them.

In these eyes, gold, black and white intertwined, cold as gods and evil as demons.

Mr. Tu and the other two felt cold in their hearts.

Then Mo Hua slowly raised his hand, pointed at the four people, and said softly:

"go!"

Although the tone of this word is light, it is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and contains supreme majesty.

In an instant, a rumbling sound began to boil.

Countless flesh and blood demons seemed to have received the order of the Lord of God, and piled up one after another, causing terrifying waves of demons from both sides of the abyss. In a vigorous manner, they flew towards Mr. Tu and surrounded and killed him.

In just a moment, Mr. Tu and the other four were swallowed by the giant wave of the demon.

One after another, the flesh and blood demons were fearless and pounced on Mr. Tu's face. The next moment, Mr. Tu was dismembered and torn apart, but then another demon rushed towards him.

Mr. Tu slaughtered one after another, one after another, but the more he killed, the more demons he was rushing to his face.

He was overwhelmed by these endless demons he raised.

Finally, he only looked at Mo Hua from a distance from the gap between the demons.

The blood rushes against the flow, in the abyss that never has the sun.

Mo Hua looked calm and held Yu'er in her arms.

The demons like a tide of the outer tide crawled in front of him.

There were countless demons who volunteered to climb to his feet, bowed to form a ladder, held up the ink paintings, and rose up little by little, away from this endless abyss.

At that moment, Mo Hua held supreme authority in his hand, as if he was the master of these countless demons.

It is the real "God Lord" in the Great Wilderness!

He is the real evil god of the Great Wilderness!

This scene fell into his eyes, and Mr. Tu's pupils trembled, and he fell into an incredible shock.

In this shock, Mr. Tu was completely swallowed by the demon and sank into the darkness.

Shangguan Wang and the other two were no exception, and were also flooded by the tide of demons.

But thousands of demons use their flesh and blood as steps to constantly carry ink paintings.

In this way, the ink painting was arched by thousands of demons and continued to rise, reaching the edge of the abyss cliff.

Mo Hua hugged Yu'er, left the demon steps, stepped onto the cliff, looked back, vomited lightly, gave the last order, and then left without looking back.

And behind him, countless demons gnawed at the earth and rocks, and the cliff collapsed inch by inch.

The entire Yanluo Mountain Pass was completely sealed by the collapsed rocks...

Leaving the geese falling on the mountain, the world is open.

At this point, Mo Hua finally rescued Yu'er, who was a divine fetus from the nightmare of the evil god, from the deepest part of the Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Array, from the four feathers, hundreds of demonic golden elixirs, and densely packed demon cultivators of various sects, and finally escaped from the Heavenly Heaven.

After being imprisoned for so many days, he finally saw the light of day again.

Ink painting looks up at the sky.

But at this moment, the sky was still red, with evil spirits like clouds, and the sea of ​​blood covered the sky, without a trace of sunlight.

Mo Hua pinched his fingers again, calculated the time, and silently said in his heart:

"It's almost..."

After falling into the abyss, Yuer fainted temporarily.

Mo Hua no longer hesitated and walked towards Ganxuezhou's territory after falling into the abyss.

...

The geese fall on the mountain, in the abyss.

The demons riot and the demonic energy surged.

Since Mo Hua left, it has been unknown how long before the riot has subsided.

Suddenly, a dark golden light appeared, and a golden corpse strangled all the demons around.

Then there is the evil spirit of the demon sword and the amazing blood energy.

The four feathers of Yin Zi Valley, the old men of the Demon Sword Sect, Shangguan Wang and Mr. Tu, crawled out of the abyss one by one.

Being flooded by the demon tide and gnawing with flesh and blood will not really take the lives of these four people.

But the four people were covered in scars and mottled flesh, and obviously suffered considerable injuries.

Yuhua is the realm of a real person and is not that easy to kill.

In general state boundaries, Yuhua has become a great figure.

In some middle-level families and sects, Yuhua is the ancestor.
To be continued...