Chapter 1221 Concept Existence: Hercules and Demon Lord
The nine-round sun is in the sky!
The nine-round sun suppresses the situation!
boom!
The nine ancient emperors of the Horned Demon Emperor clan who were about to outflank were bombarded by the sun. A terrible explosion occurred, and the dead starry sky became extremely bright, shining for a moment.
The light dissipated slightly, revealing the figure.
From the ancient prince Ming Tian to Cang Yan and everyone else, all the ancient emperor's sons led the army to rush forward, with fighting intent rushing straight into the galaxy. They wanted to rush to the sword cultivator as quickly as possible and smash his body. .
However, their charge had just begun when a blue-gold sun fell from the sky, shattering the edge of all charges. All the elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan had to stop as if they were forcibly hit by a big star.
"Ah..."
As the spiritual light dissipated, the thousand-foot-long demon giant transformed by Ancient Prince Mingtian, Ancient Emperor Cangyan, and others roared angrily.
Each one of them was as black as carbon, and much of their flesh and blood was directly carbonized and turned to ash under the terrifying high temperature. As their bodies trembled, a piece of their fleshy body was revealed.
Many distorted forces of order were blended into it silently.
"Ah! No..."
The thousand-foot-long galaxy demon god transformed by the ancient emperor's sons was only injured, but the millions of troops under their command were not so lucky.
Many kings, generals, and tens of thousands of elite monks from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan only had time to let out a scream before their bodies turned into white ashes, and not even a bone or a soul fragment existed anymore.
The so-called immortal body of the monks of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan is nothing but an illusion and of no use in the face of higher-level powers.
"This is an old tactic for many years."
"Who told you that swordsmen are afraid of siege?"
Jiang Ding drew his sword again.
The nine-wheel blue-gold sun descended from the sky, bringing with it six rays of order, descending in all directions, killing the miserable nine elite armies of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, without giving them any chance to breathe.
Many people often have a delusion.
Since the sword cultivator's defense is weak and even lower-level monks can break through its defense, wouldn't it be good if I attacked it with multiple people from all directions?
This is a wonderful fantasy.
The sword light differentiates!
This swordsmanship at the first level of swordsmanship plays an extremely important role in the sword cultivation combat system. It can not only separate nine sword lights, but can separate hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand swords!
This is still a passive coping method.
Once the enemy is dispersed and their cooperation is a little less than perfect, the sword cultivator's flying sword will instantly break through the army and behead the general. Then the formation will instantly collapse, and the enemy will face a very boring massacre for the sword cultivator.
Furthermore, even if a sword cultivator is besieged and someone gets close to him, it is not that dangerous. Close combat is simply a sword cultivator's instinct.
In addition, a sword cultivator can also escape. Usually a sword cultivator's escape ability is as strong as his attack. This is honed by years of sword fighting. Sword cultivators who are not strong in escape ability will die in the process of growing up.
Sword cultivating is a profession unique to the human race, the overlord of the endless starry sky, and there cannot be any huge shortcomings.
As long as you are strong enough, all problems have solutions.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
In the dead galaxy, round after round of blue-gold suns fell from the sky, falling into the army led by the nine ancient emperors of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. They were bombarded again and again, and the space of the galaxy was broken, healed and broken again, each time. It represents the death of the elite monks of the Ten Thousand Horned Demon Emperor Clan and their ashes and annihilation.
The overall strength of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's army is slowly but irreversibly declining.
"No!"
"We can't do this anymore!"
Ancient Prince Mingtian roared.
As he retreated again and again, he began to lose patience. He used the secret military method that unleashed the potential of the sergeants and generals in the military formation, bursting out all the power of Qi and blood. His body was as hot as an oven. It was as big as a mountain peak. Life is blooming with its own brilliance. The eyes of countless elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan turned blood red, they were extremely crazy, and their mana, energy and blood were restless.
"Great power, god, devil, surrender!"
Ancient Prince Mingtian spoke every word.
Buzz!
In the endless starry sky, there seems to be some kind of unknown and shuddering existence. It casts an insignificant gaze here, follows the established Taoist rituals, enshrines the agreement, and drops an insignificant trace of power here.
This power contains a higher level of will.
The powerful god and demon venerable!
Jiang Ding's scalp felt slightly numb, and he instantly became calm and held his breath.
At this moment, this terrifying figure, possibly even an immortal, a conceptual being descended from the sky. Any thought is enough to kill countless living beings, even those who are strong at the Void Refining level.
Fortunately, such a terrible thing did not happen.
It is impossible for a race like the Horned Demon Emperor to force such a terrifying figure to fight for them. They just follow the rituals passed down from ancient times, pay a terrible price, and worship them day and night, just to summon his meager power at a certain moment. , and it does not involve the will of that being, it is just a predetermined response reserved by Him between heaven and earth, and the program logic is general.
The ray of power that appeared was extremely small. Even from Jiang Ding's perspective, it was so weak, less than one thousandth of the strength of a Qi Practitioner's whole body.
However, the nature of the power contained in it is too terrifying.
It is like an introduction, it does not provide aura, but provides a way to reorganize the power, reorganizing the power of the ancient prince Mingtian in an instant.
"Ahhh..."
In an instant, the face of Ancient Prince Mingtian showed a look of pain and distortion.
Countless meridian runes were twisting and deforming on his body, and even his soul was being forcibly changed. In an instant, he became bloodthirsty and crazy, with only crazy killing intent left in his body.
This change is completed in an instant.
Buzz!
A chaotic shadow of the powerful demon god appeared behind the body of the ancient prince Mingtian.
This figure is extremely tall and majestic. All that can be seen is a huge head that looks like a horn. Other than that, everything is blurry and cannot be seen clearly.
but!
The title of Lord Powerful Demon God appears clearly in the world.
The moment this phantom appeared, all the order and rules of strength in all directions became different. They were complex and exquisite, as beautiful as natural crystals, and everything was a mystery of creation.
All changes end here.
That terrifying and unknown will slowly disappeared and no longer existed.
It's not that this terrifying existence favors the Horned Demon Emperor clan, but an exchange. This existence uses things that he doesn't care about at all to exchange some things for the sentient beings in the endless universe. The accumulation of soil becomes a mountain, and the accumulation of water drops becomes a sea, gathering together in the endless universe. Something in endless time, something to accomplish.
"Sword cultivator..."
"You deserve to die!"
The ancient prince Ming Tian slightly woke up from his painful and twisted state.
He stared at the young man in green with manic murderous intent.
The phantoms of the powerful gods and demons followed his gaze, and the power of order in the tens of thousands of miles of space instantly became exquisite and complicated, forming some kind of natural and terrifying pressure, which was at least several times more powerful.
The eyes of the young man in green gradually became excited and hot, and he no longer looked sickly.
(End of chapter)