Legend of Kyushu Sky

Chapter 610

"Could this be... the parasitic and soul-transfer method?!" Huo Zhengdong's eyes widened slightly, and his heart was a little shaken.

Mo Ye smiled even more happily: "Yes, for the [nuclear], we will use all our strength!"

Not only his breath, but even his voice changed. Qiongcang turned his back to Mo Ye at this time, and he was shocked. At this moment, Mo Ye gave him a feeling of looking up from a high mountain, which was far beyond his strength. In front of this force, there is no difference between himself and an ant.

Huo Zhengdong's expression became serious. The person parasitic in Mo Ye's body must be a powerful demon saint, and it's not an ordinary demon saint, but he doesn't know which demon saint from the demon clan descended in real body.

Zizi...
A black vortex appeared in front of Mo Ye, and from the black vortex, came a desolate aura, as if from the distant ancient times, thick, simple and extremely powerful!

Huo Zhengdong's expression was extremely dignified at this time. To be able to possess such an aura, he must be a powerful demon sage who survived the ancient times, but all the strong men from the ancient era should be wiped out. How can there be a demon sage now general breath?

As the deputy head of the Xisheng Pavilion, he has been sitting in the western pass all year round. Soon, Huo Zhengdong understood what was going on. The Night Angels, who had been silent for hundreds of millions of years, revived, and only they had such power.

"Night Angel, which ancient strong man is it?" Huo Zhengdong's thoughts turned sharply, hesitating whether to send a message for help. The power of the ancient strong man is far beyond the comparison of people in this era. With his own strength, I'm afraid it is not opponent.

A pair of legs stepped out of the black vortex first, followed by the body, neck, and head. A slightly old figure stood completely in front of Mo Ye. In an instant, the invisible aura brought by Huo Zhengdong disappeared. It was so clean, the world seemed to be centered on this devil saint, and even Huo Zhengdong became a foil!

From the outside, the wrinkles on the face of this demon saint are light, and the temples are a little gray. At first glance, one would think he is in his 60s, but this demon saint has actually survived from ancient times. The old monster, the combined age of all the saints of the human race is only half the age of this demon saint.

"Evil Demon Saint, Moxiu!" Huo Zhengdong's voice trembled a little, his eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't help but clenched his palms, showing the tension in his heart.

"I can't think that hundreds of millions of years have passed, and someone still remembers my name, and it's you, a little boy who is only over two thousand years old!" Mo Xiu's eyes were flat, but he was swept by his extremely calm eyes, and only felt a slap in the face. The sharp sword pierced the heart, and even a saint like Huo Zhengdong felt his skin tingle slightly. You must know that even if you don't cultivate the physical body, the strength of the physical body is unparalleled and it is difficult to destroy it.

"Hoo..." Huo Zhengdong took a deep breath, calmed down his turbulent mood, and there was a sharp look in his eyes: "The ancient demon saint, I really want to learn something."

"Hehe..." Moxiu let out a mocking smile: "You only stepped into the realm of the Holy Throne at the age of 730, and it has only been more than 1000 years. Dead knock? Do you really think that the Holy Throne in this world is very strong now? Or is your self-confidence inflated too fast?"

"You have to try to know!" Huo Zhengdong's body burst out with a sharp aura, and platinum-gold power gradually emerged around him, full of endless killing aura.

"Gan Hui...everyone get out of here!" Huo Zhengdong ordered, once the battle for the Holy Throne begins, even the emperor can't bear the aftermath of the battle, let alone no one present has reached the level of the emperor!
"Understood!" Qiong Cang responded directly. Although he really wanted to watch this battle, he also understood the danger in it. This would be an endless duel, not an ordinary exchange of ideas.

Mo Xiu has been watching everyone's departure with cold eyes. As for the demon prison generals who fell on the ground, he didn't even look at them. However, Mo Xiu didn't stop him, and he also understood the fate of these guys in his heart——

"Ah! Gan Hui, how dare you..."

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

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The shrill screams and the sound of blood splattering came from the falling elevator. Don't think about it, under Gan Hui's hand, the Mozun will not be able to survive. A strange look flashed in Mo Xiu's eyes, and he didn't see him. What action, the next moment, the elevator door suddenly exploded, and the fire inside rolled out, as if engulfing the entire elevator passage.

"You!" Huo Zhengdong's face was ugly, but Qiongcang was still in the elevator, but immediately after feeling the faint breath of Qiongcang, Huo Zhengdong breathed a sigh of relief.

A trace of surprise also appeared on Mo Xiu's face: "It's so strange, even the emperor died, and this little big heaven survived, tsk tsk, it's unusual."

The corners of Huo Zhengdong's eyes twitched. Among them were two emperors, a few Yuanmaids with the strength of General Longteng and dozens of great heavenly positions, and they all died like this!

"The deputy pavilion master of the Xisheng Pavilion, tell me the location of [nuclei]. I will leave you a way to survive. You can linger on and hope that one day you can seek revenge from me." Moxiu said nothing about Huo Zhengdong. Take it to heart, just treat him as a bigger ant.

"Don't think about it, it is impossible to hand over the [nuclei] to you!" Huo Zhengdong said in a low voice, and he took the lead in the next moment. On the metallic torrent, Huo Zhengdong stood proudly, and punched Mo Xiu——

"Sparkling Jade Flows Gold!"

In an instant, the platinum torrent behind Huo Zhengdong interweaved into a huge platinum net, which directly blocked all of Mo Xiu's escape routes. Every wire of the platinum net could break mountains and rubble, and tear apart the void!

Mo Xiu first protected Mo Ye, then raised his right arm, and slowly stretched out a palm. The skin of the palm was clean and bright, and there was a jet-black devilish energy lingering on it. The dark attribute devilish energy exuded the mystery of devouring everything feeling and pressure.

"Break!" Mo Xiu spit out a word lightly from Mo Xiu's mouth, and the platinum net that covered the sky quickly disappeared like a candle in the wind, without leaving any traces, as if piercing through the void, one after another, pitch-black vortexes appeared in Huo Zhengdong's body. There is a cold light all around.

"This saint is very disappointed. Does the current holy position only have such a little bit of strength?" Moxiu's tone seemed regretful and sad.

Surrounded by the black vortex, Huo Zhengdong only felt that the energy in his body was difficult to display, which made his face ugly and at the same time, his heart was extremely solemn: "Is this the strength of the ancient demon saint? I am afraid that only the four saints and the ancient ones survived the battle. Only the ten old gentlemen who came down have the strength to fight him."

"Your human race has degenerated too much. When I was born, I took a special look at the demon race. Although it has degenerated, it is much better than you. I am curious, how can your human race persist so much?" It's been a long time." Mo Xiu's eyes really showed curiosity, and he stared at Huo Zhengdong without blinking, but he didn't make a move.

Huo Zhengdong took a deep breath: "I don't know!"

"It seems that you don't want to talk about it, and you are useless to say so." Mo Xiu's eyes drooped slightly, and there seemed to be a murderous aura lingering around him!
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(To be continued)
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