MTL - Shen Yin Wang Zuo-v4 Chapter 272 Eight heads of the moon (below)

Numerous green lights skyrocketed and turned into a green light column that rushed into the sky and slowly dissipated.

The earth is shaking, the forest is sorrowful, and the cracks appear in the air out of thin air.

Between these green beams, the demon emperor stood there quietly, looking at an illusory green figure in the distance.

"Don't try to struggle again. The dream temple has been destroyed by me. This dream paradise is about to collapse. The elf dragon is also dead in my hand. Even if you take away the spirit of its elf, it will not help. The heart of the elf is the best healing medicine, comparable to resurrection. Unfortunately, it is of no use to you. I know that you are the **** of the natural goddess. You should be honored to integrate into my soul."

The voice of the Emperor Huang Fengxiu is very gentle, and there are space cracks around his body, but these cracks can't do anything to him. The green figure in the distance has become clearer and clearer, and the life of the green light column is becoming weaker and weaker.

"Don't dream. Even if it is detonating the gods, I won't give it to you." The cold tears in the night are full of hatred. The homeland was destroyed, and the elf dragon that guarded the dream temple for so many years was also killed by the demon god. The hatred in her heart has reached its peak.

The demon **** smiled and said: "Do you think you can detonate the gods? In front of me, any unnecessary effort is futile. I am already a demigod, even if you detonate the gods, I can Reinvent it and absorb it into my body. Here, I am the master. You are nothing more than borrowing the space crack that appears after the broken dream paradise. It takes a little longer. I have waited so many years for this patience or some. ""

The night tears are silent, she is very clear, the devil is true. He is too powerful. When he killed the Elf Dragon, he actually took control of everything.

The night tears that are sleeping in the dream temple feel that when the elf dragons die, everything is too late. Dream Paradise is her home, her roots are here. It is like a fruit growing on a tree. If the tree is dead, then she will only have the fate of being picked or died. Undoubtedly, the demon **** is waiting to pick her fruit.

Can he save me? The night tears filled with sadness, she did not know. Even if he really came, can he save me from the hands of the demon god? The demon **** is so powerful, even if the natural goddess can reshape it, it may not be able to defeat the demon god. After all, the goddess of nature is not good at fighting the gods!

The devil's emperor hands behind his back, silently feeling the life of the dream paradise. His spiritual power has already reached the point of returning to the truth, although these breaths of life are incompatible with his own darkness, but it can not have any influence on him.

If you look through the sky from a distance, you will find a layer of faint purple black in the range of a hundred miles. Everything in this range can't overflow. Therefore, even the town of Nannan, which is not far from here, did not find any accidents. Even if you find out? Who can stop the current demon god?

Looking up at the sky, the devil suddenly felt a little annoyed. Because his mood actually appeared a moment of chaos.

Is he really not dead? In my mind, I remembered the news that shocked him. Although the Star Devil has repeatedly promised that the breath of Long Haochen has long since disappeared, but I don't know why, after learning the news, his heart has always been heavy.

Of course, he does not believe that Long Haochen is not dead. It is too clear that his repair is the real point of the dragon’s heart. It is impossible to have any accidents at all.

Could it be said that the Necromancer has turned him into a dead soul?

At the thought of the devil's eyes, there is a flash of light. No matter how much he hopes that Long Haochen will die, he has a special feeling for Long Haochen. Only he can hurt him. If there is a necromancer who dares to turn him into a dead soul, the demon **** will surely let him experience what it means to be a life-like death. And it will make it painful for thousands of years, refining the soul and dying.

He is so good after all! When I think of Long Haochen, the demon **** has a kind of deep helplessness. Even Austin and Griffin can conclude a **** relationship with him. This is not as simple as talent. Although the demon **** is not clear about the process, he can also guess. I got that Long Haochen must have succeeded under a certain kind of opportunity.

Without Austin and Griffin, can he persuade him to eventually return to the Mozu, or even become his own heir?

Maybe not. The little guy was too stubborn. He knew that he should have brought him back to the Mozu when he first saw him. From that time on, he might have some chances to reverse his thoughts.

When I think of this, there is suddenly a kind of sadness in the heart of the demon god, because he suddenly remembers that when Long Haochen died, he realized that the blood flowing in his body was gradually faded and disappeared. . Until now, there has not been a half-sensing again.

As the emperor's emperor, the demon **** dragon patriarch, the demon **** is very sensitive to his own bloodline. For example, A Bao, such as cold, is always in his perception. Even when they become stronger and weaker, they can feel it. The **** breath that belongs to Long Haochen has disappeared without a trace.

He is dead after all! However, the news he appeared was still to be checked. Can it be said that human beings actually allowed the existence of the Necromancer and allowed the Necromancer to take advantage of the body of Long Haochen? No, this should not be possible.

The more you think about it, the more chaotic the devil is. However, he must be a generation of strong, one foot has entered the existence of the **** level door. Soon he stabilized his emotions and turned his eyes back to the situation.

Waiting for this day, he has been waiting for a long time. Since he has repaired a million spiritual powers, he is looking for the existence of gods. Only with the help of gods can he completely eliminate the anti-phago effect of his own gods and become unaffected. This plane limits the true god. At that time, nothing could restrict him. For him, this is also a bad opportunity. Because even if it is a human being in this world, if you cultivate a million spiritual powers, you will only be able to condense your gods into a god. After becoming a god, the mind will slowly dissipate, spread between the heavens and the earth, can feel everything, can control everything, but no longer have a body, and can not affect the balance of the world.

But he is different, the Mozu comes from other planes, which gives him the possibility to not follow this world rule. But also can not produce their own gods.

Thinking of this, the heart of the demon **** suddenly became hot, and today it will be successful. After success, he is the unprecedented **** of this plane. At that time, how can humans not surrender? After unifying this plane, maybe it is time to return to your original plane. I don't know how it is now.

The green light is getting dimmer, and the pure and lovely night tears are gradually appearing in the illusory green light. She is just a hundred meters away from the demon god.

The cracks in the space began to close and disappear. The vast breath of life spread quietly in this vast forest, but how can it not rush out of the seal of the demon god.

"What a comfortable life! Unfortunately, it is not for me." The demon **** with a smile, step by step to the night tears.

The little tears stood there quietly, staring at the demon god. Her pair of white little hands were clenched unconsciously. The beriberi bite the lower lip and watched the tall, handsome but enchanted figure walk in step by step, but she stood there motionless.

The dream temple is ruined, and the dream paradise is gone. From this moment on, she has completely lost her home. Recalling the remnant of the thoughts left by the elf dragon when she died, the two lines of tears could not help but slide down the face of the night tears.

No, nothing is gone.

The demon **** walked slowly to the ten meters in front of her to stop and stretched out his own hand to the night tears. "Come on. Let me go. Rest assured, I will not hurt you. You just have to be sincere and sincere." My god, I can't even erase your memory. Follow me, you will witness many magical and incredible. It will also make a real **** appear on the Holy World."

The night's little tears stared at the demon god, and at the bottom of the demon god, she even saw a sincere. To the realm of the demon god, I have already let go of all the darkness. For him, many things that ordinary people seem to be very important are no longer important. His pursuit is completely another level of existence.

"I have been waiting for a long time, I don't want to wait any longer. I hope to get a conscious god, so at least I will not be lonely in the next millennium and 10,000 years. Are you saying yes? Actually, many times, joy And sorrow is only temporary. Time will dilute everything. When you follow me to see more different worlds, you will inevitably forget everything in the past. Come, follow me, I believe you will not regret it. of."

The voice of the demon **** is very gentle, and his face always has a faint smile, and his eyes are full of softness. It’s like the father is calling his daughter.

The eyes of the night tears gradually became confused. Finally, she lifted her left foot and took a step slowly, then went to the demon **** at a very slow speed.

The smile on the face of the demon **** is more intense, and an obedient **** is always easier to integrate than a rebellious god. The solid benefits of his realm are naturally completely different. Of course, what he said to the little tears of the night is also from the heart, completely out of sincerity. For this reason, the resulting confusing effect is also the best. Originally, he did not regard the night tears as a threat. After she integrated her own strength, she was even less threatened. What is the meaning of retaining her thoughts?

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