Shura Underworld God Slash! "
In the next moment, Mo Xueming turned into a black light, soared into the sky, and then slashed down with his sword.
Click!
The Shura Blood Transformation Palace was completely shattered and collapsed, and all the demonic energy was poured into the blade.
This sword was filled with black energy, extremely dazzling, and much more powerful than before.
There was even a hint of obscure origin energy that quietly spread out.
This move "Shura Ming Shen Slash" is a secret technique that Mo Xueming learned alone after he sacrificed himself to the Demon Palace. Its power has surpassed the ordinary Hongmeng technique, and it has a hint of "origin".
The source of Shura, the source of ghost energy!
"Star Emperor Flying Sword, protect!"
Xuanyuan Mo Xie suddenly had blue veins on his forehead, roared suddenly, and his whole body vibrated with energy and blood. A hundred thousand flying swords burst out and surrounded him, forming layers of sword walls. Wisps of starlight exploded, firmly guarding his body. body.
"Break it for me!"
Mo Xueming slashed down with his sword, and the blade thundered, rumbling and vibrating. With just one blow, it destroyed and crushed the walls of Xuanyuan Mo Xie's flying sword layer by layer.
boom!
The terrifying blade struck Xuanyuan Mo Xie's body hard.
"Pfft!"
Xuanyuan Mo Xie spurted blood wildly, and his body, which was harder than the fine gold from outside the world, burst instantly and blood flowed.
His whole body was also completely cut off, and he fell heavily to the ground, stirring up huge amounts of smoke and dust. He was dying and fell into death instantly.
"Palace Master!"
The Yantian Dragon God on the side exclaimed in surprise when he saw Xuanyuan Moxie was seriously injured.
"As Lord Shura, I will suppress all enemies!"
Mo Xueming, on the other hand, raised his knife and floated in the air, his eyes sharp and silent.
But his will shook the void, shook the universe, and sent out a heavy chant.
The loud singing sound spread throughout the heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and shook the universe and the stars.
Even the upper world saw his arrogant edge.
Whether it is the Emperor Yuan Palace or the upper world, it is very clear that there is a brilliant star rising slowly.
Although Mo Xueming only had one year left in his life.
But in these last years, he was the most glorious existence in this starry sky.
The name of the Lord of Shura will surely be powerful throughout the ages!
A year later, he may fall, but his name will last forever and will be immortal enough for future generations to respect.
His existence represents the ultimate of ghosts and the ultimate of Shura, which is simply invincible.
Ye Chen and his group were also greatly shocked when they saw Mo Xueming's figure.
Xuanyuan Mo Xie was so invincible and terrifying just now, but in the blink of an eye, he was chopped down by Mo Xueming with a single knife, and he was seriously injured and dying.
"It's your turn."
Mo Xueming licked his lips and looked at Ye Chen and others with murderous eyes.
Now that Tiandao Palace has been defeated, he can eliminate the threat and kill Ye Chen, the future troublemaker.
The Star Emperor had just killed him with his flying sword. He saved Ye Chen, but he just didn't want Taoist Tianji to be killed and Xuanyuan Moxie was in vain.
Now that Xuanyuan Mo Xie was seriously injured and on the verge of death, no one could threaten him anymore. He could kill everyone by himself.
"Go quickly! Jiuyouhu, stop him!"
Ye Chen's eyes were sharp, he shouted loudly, took out the ancient box from the Samsara Cemetery, and released it directly.
call!
A wisp of black energy instantly rose into the sky.
A terrifying demon rushed out of the black mist, raising its head and roaring. It was the Nine Nether Tiger.
When he saw Mo Xueming beheading Xuanyuan Moxie, Ye Chen felt something was wrong and had already been prepared.
This time, the Nine Nether Tiger was released, and he immediately led the people back.
"Master, I'll stay with you!"
Youying Ghost Weasel shouted, but did not leave. Together with Jinluan Tianxi, he stood beside Jiuyouhu.
The Nine Nether Tiger bared its teeth and glared at them with a hint of ferocity, but its memory was sealed and it could not remember their identities for a while.
"Haha, can a mere ancient demon stop me?"
Mo Xueming smiled coldly, holding the knife in his hand, and was about to kill him. Suddenly, waves of solemn prayers rang in his ears.
"Burn my remaining body, burn my true blood, revive the divine light, and the Holy Ancestor returns..."
The person chanting the prayer is the Dragon God of Flame!
His huge dragon body was entrenched in the sky, his eyes filled with compassion and determination.
As he chanted, wisps of blood continued to diffuse out of his body, turning into a bloody light pillar and falling on Xuanyuan Moxie.
"Xia Tian..."
Xuanyuan Moxie struggled to open his eyes and stared blankly at the Yantian Dragon God in the sky.
At this moment, Yantian Dragon God was actually sacrificing himself to heal his injuries!
Under the nourishment of blood light all over the sky, Xuanyuan Moxie's injuries quickly recovered, and his body bloomed with divine light again.
In an instant, Yantian Dragon God's energy and blood were exhausted, and all the essence was sacrificed. The dragon's body, which was originally full of flesh and blood, completely withered and shrank, leaving only a layer of withered yellow skin wrapping his bones.
"Master Palace Master, I wish you good luck in martial arts. See you in the world."
Yantian Dragon God made a hoarse voice, his eyes were desolate, and he was completely reduced to a withered corpse, falling from the sky.
"Xia Tian!"
Xuanyuan Moxie screamed loudly, his scalp felt numb and the sky was falling.
If there is any bond or person close to him in this world, it is only Yantian Dragon God.
But now, Yantian Dragon God has completely passed away, and he has completely become a loner, a truly lonely existence, with no relatives left in the world.
"Damn it!"
When Mo Xueming saw Xuanyuan Mo Xie recovering from his injuries, his expression suddenly changed wildly. He no longer cared about Ye Chen and the others, and swung his sword to kill them.
"Mo Xueming, I want you to be cut into pieces!"
Xuanyuan Mo Xie's eyes were full of sadness, filled with overwhelming hatred and anger. He waved his big hand, looked up to the sky and shouted:
"Chongguang Shenxia Palace, come!"
Boom!
As the voice fell, deep in the Tiandao Palace, a magnificent palace suddenly rose from the ground and flew over like a mountain.
This palace is full of auspiciousness, with endless rosy colors, golden flames, endless divine light, endless treasures, like a palace in the sky, brilliant to the extreme, it is the legendary Chongguang Shenxia Palace!
In fact, after Xuanyuan Moxie counter-trained Hongmeng, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and he already had enough strength to refine Chongguang Shenxia Palace.
But his causal bond had not been severed yet, and rashly refining it might cause backlash, so he did not take action.
But now, with the passing of Yantian Dragon God, his only close bond in the world has been completely broken.
At this moment, he no longer had any fetters, he was detached and free. With a wave of his hand, the heavenly palace descended, the divine light filled the sky, and the majestic aura rolled away and swept through the eight wastelands.
"It's over!"
Mo Xueming's face changed wildly. Under the crushing force of Chongguang Shenxia Palace, he felt tremendous pressure. The Shura armor on his body cracked and cracked, and he hurriedly stepped back.
As for Xuanyuan Moxie, his body was like a scorching sun, rising slowly, standing on the top of Chongguang Shenxia Palace, overlooking the mountains, rivers and earth. His eyes were extremely desolate, and he felt that everything was like ants and everything was like clouds.
(End of chapter)
