A loud bang was heard.

The magic sword in Emperor Moluo's hand collided with Lin Feng's black dragon sword again.

Although Emperor Mo Luo has greatly improved his combat effectiveness by burning his own origin, the Black Dragon Sword is too powerful.

A quasi-creator-level treasure, it was too heaven-defying. Even though Emperor Mara burned his own origin to increase his combat power, he still could not reach the Black Dragon Sword's attack, and Emperor Mara was sent flying for the second time.

His body hit the palace hard, and the palace withstood part of the force of the impact and instantly collapsed.

Emperor Mo Luo vomited out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and several bones in his body were broken.

Lin Feng waved his hand and took the cauldron that was refining the elixir into time and space.

Lin Feng said, "This is the elixir refined into the Heavenly Blood Lotus. This elixir is mine."

"Lin Feng, you deserve death!".

Emperor Mo Luo roared angrily.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Those elixirs are too important to him.

But now, it was snatched away by Lin Feng.

He wished he could eat Lin Feng's flesh and drink Lin Feng's blood.

Lin Feng said with an indifferent expression, "You want to kill me, right? Then come here quickly, I'm right here, come and kill me."

Lin Feng sneered while continuing to walk towards Emperor Mo Luo.

Emperor Moluo really wants to kill Lin Feng, but Lin Feng holds a quasi-creator-level treasure, and he is no match for Lin Feng now.

He didn't dare to stay, so he turned around and ran away into the distance.

The movement here naturally startled the surrounding people.

Countless people flew into the air and looked towards the palace.

There are also hundreds of thousands of monks stationed in the palace. I heard Emperor Mara shaking the small bell before.

These monks were already rushing towards this side quickly.

As for the army of tens of millions of monks located further away, they are also rushing towards this direction.

It's just that the monk army was temporarily blocked by the poisonous gas and plague deployed by the Poison Ancestor and the God of Plague.

These monks were well prepared. Although they were temporarily hindered by poisonous gas and plague, no one was poisoned or infected by the plague.

It is estimated that they will be able to break through the blockade soon and rush over to support Emperor Mo Luo.

"Quick victory!".

"The third sword!".

…

Lin Feng quickly chased after Emperor Moluo.

Lin Feng's speed was much faster than Emperor Moluo.

In addition, Emperor Mo Luo was already seriously injured, and his speed plummeted.

There's no way to escape.

Lin Feng quickly caught up with Emperor Mo Luo.

Mana continuously poured into the Black Dragon Sword.

The mana from the Great Hell Demon Saint and others also poured into the Black Dragon Sword continuously.

The third sword came out to kill.

When this sword was struck, the mana in Lin Feng's body had been completely drained.

The mana in the rest of the people's bodies has basically been drained.

After the weapon spirit of the Black Dragon Sword was inspired by Lin Feng's will to kill Demon Luo Emperor, it unexpectedly came to life.

This made Lin Feng extremely happy.

Because, the Black Dragon Sword Spirit has revived.

It can play a huge role in releasing the power of the Black Dragon Sword.

With the awakening of the Black Dragon Sword Spirit, the power of the Black Dragon Sword soared again.

The Black Dragon Sword locked the Emperor of Moruo, making it impossible for him to avoid and escape.

After feeling the power of the third sword, Emperor Mo Luo felt a shadow of death in his heart.

he knows.

Lin Feng's sword could really kill him.

Emperor Mo Luo continues to burn his own origin to increase his combat power.

This time, he burned more.

"I'll fight with you!".

Emperor Moluo roared angrily and swung his sword at Lin Feng.

Clang.

The two sides collided for the third time.

This time.

The magic sword in Emperor Mo Luo's hand was knocked out.

Lin Feng's sword struck down with force.

"No no no...".

Emperor Mo Luo screamed in horror.

The monk army is coming here.

There were also monks watching the fun.

They all showed extremely shocked looks.

Emperor Moluo!

This extremely powerful being!

Are you going to be killed?

They couldn't believe what they were seeing!

puff!

The next moment, Emperor Mo Luo's head was cut off directly by Lin Feng's Black Dragon Sword.

Lin Feng then slapped Emperor Mo Luo with a palm.

Emperor Mo Luo's body exploded.

Only a group of origins and the storage ring of Emperor Moluo remained.

Lin Feng put away the origin of the Demon King, the storage ring, and the ancient weapon-level magic sword.

"Walk".

Lin Feng said in a deep voice, and with a wave of his hand, everyone was teleported out through the door of the mind.

"Dead, Emperor Mo Luo is really dead."

"Emperor Moruo is one of the emperors of the Demonic Abyss. He holds countless resources and territory in his hands. Now that Emperor Moro has been killed, the other emperors are probably going to take action."

"That's right! The Demonic Realm is going to be divided up now."

Many people started talking about it.

Everybody knows.

Things are going to change now.

There will be huge turmoil in the Moluo Realm.

Soon, the news that Emperor Moluo was killed quickly spread in the Demonic Abyss.

When this news came out, it immediately caused a huge shock in the Demonic Abyss.

At this time, Lin Feng and others had already merged with the Poison Ancestor and the God of Plague who came later.

They came to a small town to rest, and Lin Feng planned to use sky fire to temper the elixir being refined in the furnace.

Tempering with heavenly fire can improve the quality of the elixir.

It can also speed up the process of elixir formation.

Now Lin Feng still doesn't know what those pills are.
Chapter completed!