The Goddess of the Gods

Chapter 192 An evildoer like you won't live long!

The world was silent, ink rain was flying, and a thick dark purple mist rolled from a corner of the world.

All the women could sense that in the deepest part of the poisonous mist, there was an unfathomable aura slowly waking up.

The purple-golden light and shadow, who were already at a disadvantage, saw in despair that in the center of the purple mist, another evil nine-story ancient pagoda quietly emerged.

And on top of the nine-story ancient pagoda, there was an ethereal figure.

Different from the previous two youths, the figure that appeared at this time was covered by a silver-black cloak, not only the appearance, but even the gender could not be judged.

In addition, there are dazzling silver ornaments hanging on his silver-black cloak. Under the blowing of the evil wind, these silver ornaments made a crisp sound, but they didn't give people the slightest sense of etherealness. Mysterious and depressing.

It can be vaguely noticed that the figure under the cloak is also wearing a mask, and under the mask is a pair of indifferent eyes.

His emotionless gaze fell through the poisonous mist and fell on the purple-gold light and shadow, making one's hair stand on end.

"Roar--!"

A ferocious dragon chant suddenly sounded.

The purple mist billowed, and nine vicious poisonous dragons soared up from it, and then turned into nine long swords exuding poisonous light, and rushed towards the avatar formed by the purple-gold light and shadow, looking unstoppable, as if to kill it alive Hole through.

The complexion of the blood-colored figure that had just been differentiated changed drastically, and he hurriedly formed a seal with one hand. The Nine Dragons and Nine Phoenixes beside him immediately squirmed, and the blood spurted out, directly forming a blood seal that stretched for several kilometers.

The vicissitudes of the aura on the blood mark are extremely vicissitudes, as if it has experienced countless catastrophes of life and death, exuding a wave of tyrannical terror, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Dragon and phoenix sad heaven seal!
The power carried by this blood seal is no weaker than the Sun Moon magical power that Zijin Guangying used before.

However, facing his resistance, the figure hidden in the silver-black cloak remained calm.

Lifting his right hand, endless purple light condensed in the palm of his hand, and immediately turned into an exquisite nine-story pagoda with a snort. The pagoda looked exactly like the ancient nine-story pagoda under its feet.

Immediately, the pagoda soared into the sky, rising against the wind, and accompanied by bursts of violent roars, that exquisite pagoda turned into a gigantic thousands of meters, like a peak that lifted the sky, suspended in the sky.

A huge shadow enveloped the world, making the face of the purple-gold light and shadow even paler.

Just because—this kind of scene didn't just happen in this part of the battlefield.

In the sky, pure white, blood red, and dark purple, the three ancient pagodas complement each other, exuding a faint light, affecting countless violent heaven and earth energies.

Huge tornado storms formed rapidly around the three pagodas.

"boom--!"

Accompanied by a terrifying bang, the three towering pagodas roared down together.

The next moment, the bottom of the tower emitting various colors of light directly enveloped the three lights and shadows.

The women stared at the battle situation without blinking.

With the fall of the three giant towers, the majestic purple-gold dragon and the divine phoenix immediately uttered mournful screams.

Under the control of Zijin Light and Shadow, they turned into various supernatural powers, bombarding the inside of the giant tower frantically.

However, facing their desperate offensive, the three giant towers remained motionless.

Obviously, at least for a short time, they couldn't escape from it.

Outside of these three ancient pagodas, the three young people who were manifested by cause and effect had new movements.

27 giant dragons slowly entrenched, looking ferociously at the light and shadow imprisoned in the tower, and the next moment, they stretched their huge bodies and swooped down.

"what--!!!"

This time, the women watching the battlefield were shocked to see that Zijin Guangying, who was still invincible when he appeared on the stage, was directly torn off his arm by a giant dragon.

He was originally the body of the soul, so no blood flowed out, but the feeling of being torn apart was even more painful.

And this is obviously just the beginning.

The three lights and shadows uttered more and more miserable screams as the dragon's food was shared.

But Mo Xiaofeng, who had been standing quietly on the nine-story black tower, just stared at the scene in front of him indifferently.

There was no emotion surging in a pair of dark golden eyes.

The Mo River is surging, light and rain are flying, the sea of ​​blood is churning, and the poisonous fog is rolling back.

Four youths in different costumes stood in the four corners of the world, without saying a word, neither happy nor sad, as if they were just waiting for the death of light and shadow.

Compared with their silence, the howling scene in the three ancient towers was daunting.

Between stillness and movement, a strong sense of irony hits his face.

The woman who was once imprisoned in the Dragon and Phoenix Evil Palace couldn't help being in a trance when she recalled the appearance of the purple-gold light and shadow when it first appeared.

That rebellious figure, like the ruler of heaven and earth, is now...

It was so indescribable.

"what--!!!"

Two more screams sounded, and in the blood-red and dark purple ancient tower, the two giant shadows had already turned into nothingness.

But the purple-golden light and shadow inside the ancient white pagoda is still struggling to hold on.

At this time, he no longer has the courage to look down on the world as before, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands with rain.

Instead, his eyes are empty, his hair is disheveled, and he has no momentum at all.

He knew that he had no chance of surviving, looking at the young man who had been standing quietly in the ink rain from beginning to end, he suddenly smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter was heart-piercing, but it also revealed an unspeakable sadness.

The woman watching the battle below followed her gaze.

The remaining purple-gold light and shadow looked at Mo Xiaofeng ferociously, and said in a sharp voice:

"Heartless, desireless, heartless... cold, arrogant, world-weary... a monster like you... will not live long!!!!"

"Hahahaha, I'm waiting for you in Hades——!"

The sound dissipated, and there was nothing in the ancient white tower.

The women raised their eyes to look at the young man in the ink rain, only to find that Zijin Guangying still didn't waver in the slightest about his last words.

A pair of dark golden eyes, like the deep night sky, revealed indifference in the tranquility.

"Om-!"

The three pagodas rose from the ground, turned into precious light, and fell into the hands of the three young people again.

And Mo Xiaofeng raised his right hand lightly at this moment, and an illusory furnace quietly appeared from his hand.

Red lines are all over the pitch-black furnace, illusory mist is gently lingering, and the bloody red light is faintly visible with the vibration of the furnace cover.

And following his movements, the exquisite pagoda in the hands of three young people in the distance quickly came to him.

In the dark, it seems that something has passed from the three pagodas to the furnace.

The furnace turned slightly, and a purple-gold crystal ball suddenly appeared in Mo Xiaofeng's hands.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp-eyed girls saw that the crystal ball turned into a clear liquid in Mr. Mo's hands, and then slowly seeped into his body.

"Did he absorb that guy directly..."

A look of astonishment flashed across Lin Yueyao's pretty face, she looked sideways at Murong Xinlan, and asked for proof.

"probably."

Murong Xinlan smiled lightly, her alluring beauty was like a flower fairy in the mountains who didn't care about common things, full of moving and ethereal colors.

That understatement, as if Mr. Mo was not absorbing a person's soul, but drinking a cup of tea.

Lin Yueyao was also slightly taken aback when she saw her calm and calm appearance, and just about to say something, there was a clear and crisp phoenix cry from the sky.

The women present all looked over.

I saw nine black phoenixes made of ink and ink fluttering and soaring in the endless rain of ink. The mysterious and ancient fluctuations, carrying a noble and majestic aura, spread overwhelmingly, covering the world.

(End of this chapter)