Chapter 962 God’s Domain 11
Finally, everyone saw the man staggering up from the pit. The black mist emanating from his body became thicker and thicker, and his eyes were as red as blood.
He raised his hand, demonic energy poured out, his expression gradually became crazy, and he said: "Shen, Ge, I must get it! Ling'er is still waiting for me..."
When the word Ling'er was mentioned, his eyes softened a little, but what followed immediately was a more bloodthirsty emotion.
Only by obtaining the godhead can he resurrect Ling'er.
As long as you get the godhead, that's it...
For this, he can do whatever it takes!
Thinking of this, a desperate madness arose in him, and the dark power surged.
The inner demon has been born, and it is difficult to turn back.
Qingwu frowned when he heard what he said to himself.
Linger?
An idea flashed through his mind, but before he could think about it, he was interrupted by the opponent's more violent attack. She quickly formed seals with her hands, her arms were bleeding, and the wounds were shocking.
The barrier that Hei Yao helped to strengthen the defense gradually became a bit difficult.
Looking at the slender woman standing in the front with her back straight, he admired her a little more in his heart. Looking at her, he asked aloud: "Mother, what should we do now? If we continue like this, sooner or later we will meet I can’t stand it.”
Unexpectedly, after ten thousand years, the strength of this demon has increased so much.
He gritted his teeth and tried to contact the Lord God through a contract, but the news he sent was like a stone, and he received no response.
Sir, come back quickly!
Otherwise, your wife will be gone!
Qingwu moved his throat slightly, swallowing the bloody air that came up, and his expression remained as usual.
She opened her lips lightly and slowly uttered one word: "Wait."
Fengyang couldn't help but ask: "What are you waiting for?" Qingwu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Shut up."
It's a matter of life and death, why are there so many problems!
What are you waiting for? Of course it's stalling for time. How could this mentally retarded man actually rely on the forbidden art of sacrificing his soul, which is almost self-mutilation, to temporarily improve his cultivation level?
What can she do? Now she couldn't beat him, so she could only wait for his forbidden spell time to pass.
Seeing their stubborn resistance, Mo Yan dragged his injured body towards them step by step, with a cruel and gloomy arc on his lips: "I underestimated you... Be good, as long as you give me your godhead, I will let you go. Huh?”
His voice is deep and magnetic, extremely pleasant, and seems to hypnotize people's minds.
Qingwu lifted his lips and his eyes were clear: "It's broad daylight, are you dreaming?"
Does this spirit look like a fool who can be easily fooled?
"I don't know what's wrong." The other party moved his fingers.
"Well", blood spilled from the corner of Qingwu's mouth, and his fingers trembled slightly.
"Master..." Seeing how hard she was holding on, Bodhi was so heartbroken that he almost cried.
The barrier formed by the spiritual power began to show small cracks, and then spread like a spider web. The moment the barrier was broken, Qingwu and others were swept out, and a stream of demonic energy directly entered her body, and originally The injured Bodhi even fainted.
She was condensed by the spiritual energy of all things, and she was born to be repelled by such evil things. The evil energy was rushing through her body. The pain was indescribable, and she couldn't help but fall to the ground, groaning.
His fists were clenched tightly, and his nails dug into his palms, causing bleeding.
Her vision and consciousness were a little blurry, but she could faintly hear their worried voices and a flash of black appearing in front of her eyes...
Mo Yan stood in front of her and raised his hand without mercy. Thousands of demonic energy immediately wrapped around the woman's body and found the godhead from her body.
(End of chapter)