The Domain of God

God's shadow, Thousand Faces King?

Wu Feng endured the intense pain in his body, but he still felt shocked. This was something that he could not believe.

There were many kings in the Shadow of Gods, and the only ones left were the Shadowking and the rest.

The muscles on Old Mo's face constantly squirmed. He still had the face of an old man. He was as old as a pine tree, but his eyes shone with a wise and farsighted light.

The shadow king, immortal king and the others were all incomparably excited. "Old brother, didn't you die in battle with the eight generations of diviner back then?"

Elder Mo sighed, "Back then, after you all covered me, Soul King died in battle. I was able to hide my presence by the eight generations of diviner and luckily survived. But I will never forget that day. "

Upon saying that, Elder Mo looked at the mountain lord with a vicious gaze.

"Hehehehe!"

The Mountain Master's mouth was filled with fresh blood. When he heard this, he let out a sinister laugh, "Did you personally see me kill eight generations of diviner with one punch? That taste must be terrible! "

"My only thought in surviving is to kill you. In order to kill you, I returned to the Demon race and became famous with my new identity, and successfully snuck into the mountainous region."

"For five thousand years, your carefulness has been causing me to feel disheartened. Your invincible defense is almost impossible to break through even for eight generations. I know that you have other moves. As the Mountain Master, you will not ignore your own weakness. You must have other moves as well, and today, I finally saw them coming. "

"Abandon defense and completely superimpose it onto speed. That speed is almost the fastest in the world, but sadly, your defense is pitifully weak like that."

The Mountain Lord looked at Elder Mo with a savage expression, "You've waited so many years just to know this?"

"As long as I can kill you, everything I have done is worth it."

Old Mo strode forward, "I have waited far too long for this day."

Wu Feng was moved. Did the eighth generation diviner get beaten to death?

Shadowking called out, "Old Brother!"

Old Mo stopped and sighed, "I'm very sorry, I haven't been able to contact any of you up until now. "Because I cannot go back. I did not want to see you all again because I am no longer fit to be here."

"But today is a good opportunity. A good chance to kill the mountain lord."

Can't go back?

Wu Feng was startled, and the others couldn't help but to keep silent as well.

I can't go back!

Because he, the Thousand Faces King, had used the Myriad Spirit Blood Sacrifice!

The Mountain Lord laughed madly, "Mo Feiyu, you have long reneged on God's Shadow's goal. There is no difference between you and us! Your crime is enough for them to kill you! "

Old Mo said coldly, "You are right, I no longer have the qualifications to become the King of the Shadow of Gods. I can't even die with that identity. I also know that the eight generations of diviner only wanted to protect my life and didn't have any other thoughts in mind, but I must take revenge! "

"I have always been very curious about your performance towards the emergence of the new generation of diviner s. Even when you were trying to encircle and annihilate the figure of the gods, you still appeared to be indifferent to it. This time, do you really think that I brought you out so easily? "

Elder Mo laughed coldly: "I know, but your self-confidence made you do something, because in your opinion, who in this world can harm you when you can't even break the defense of the eight generations of diviner?! "But just now, I saw hope. Nine generations of people have grown to their current state in just a few decades."

My heart no longer regrets!

The Immortal King grew anxious. "Old brother, you …"

Old Mo raised his head, "If you really treat me as your brother, then don't talk about it anymore. I know better than anyone about the evil deeds that I have done." It wasn't the right path, but that scene was something I'll never be able to forget for the rest of my life!

With that, Old Mo looked at the mountain lord and roared: "Mountain lord, pay with blood!"

"Boom!"

The demonic energy around Old Mo was boiling as he had already transformed into a hideous devil.

In the blink of an eye, over a thousand figures appeared in the surroundings. All of them were different.

There were old people, young children, middle-aged people, young women, swordsmen with swords, and swordsmen with sabers …

A thousand people were present, all different.

"There are tears, there is laughter, there is sadness, there is happiness"

"Thousand Faces Demon Region, Heart of Slaughter!"

Old Mo roared. Instantly, everyone's countenance changed, becoming extremely sinister and filled with killing intent.

Even the child revealed a vicious gaze as if he were devouring human flesh and blood.

Wu Feng clenched his blade and sword, wanting to rush over, but the Immortal King grabbed onto his arm and shook his head, muttering, "Let him go."

Wu Feng was startled, and quietly put down the blade and sword.

The mountain lord's face was filled with fear. He didn't know why, but his body was unable to recover.

Wu Feng already understood that it was time.

The transformation of the mountain lord required time, and this was also the time when he was at his fastest and strongest, and also when his body was at its weakest.

In the sky and on the ground, all the figures turned into devils and rushed towards the mountain lord, releasing an astonishing power.

Boundary Sea was boiling, setting off endless waves, which rushed to the other side and drowned a large area.

The Thousand Faces King had used the Myriad Spirit Blood Sacrifice, so his strength was at its peak state.

In that area, the demonic flame shot up into the sky, as if it wanted to burn the sky.

After a long while, the sound stopped.

Old Mo's silhouette appeared once again, blood spurting out from his mouth. That strike was a destructive strike, and it was also a suicidal attack.

The three of them immediately rushed over.

Shadowking reached out his hands to support Old Mo. The Mountain Lord floated above the still turbulent sea, purple blood continuously flowing from it.

Elder Mo's eyes were glazed as he silently looked into the distance.

Wu Feng landed beside him, not knowing what to say.

Blood gushed out of Elder Mo's mouth as he violently coughed, "Sorry, brothers, I have disappointed you …"

Shadowking his head, he replied, "No, we all know it's not easy for you!"

Old Mo sighed, "If I had fought with my life in advance, maybe I could have saved the eighth generation and Soul King?"

The Immortal King whispered, "We are all brothers. They understand."

Elder Mo extended his hand out to Wu Feng, who immediately grabbed it.

Old Mo said softly, "Thank you. I can still see the new generation of diviner in my lifetime, and you are really powerful. I have rarely seen anyone as old as the Mountain Lord."

Wu Feng said softly. "No, I should be the one thanking you."

Old Mo quietly looked at Wu Feng, and said with difficulty: "Xiao Linger, that girl is my great-granddaughter."

Wu Feng was shocked, and then he thought about what happened. He did mention that one of Xiao Linger's great-grandfather was in mountainous region.

So it was Elder Mo!

Old Mo's eyes became brighter, "Even if the Mountain Lord dies, the mountainous region still has many experts. They had already set their eyes on Ling'er. Her Spatial Ability was unique and was something that all the other powers wanted. Previously, I was able to suppress them in the mountainous region. Once I leave, I'm afraid …

Wu Feng nodded heavily, "Don't worry senior, this junior knows what to do."

Old Mo nodded. "Thank you."

Elder Mo once again began coughing intensely. Blood dripped down his chest as his eyes gradually became dim. His eyes quietly looked into the distance and his lips trembled. "Qing Qing Qing Tian Ya!"

"We'll bring you back. We definitely will."

Silence. Not a single sound could be heard.

Then what did the last three words represent?

Perhaps it was his last thought, perhaps he was recalling the happiest moments of his life.

At that time, everyone had great ambitions.

The Shadow of the Gods does not discriminate between races. It only looks at one's own heart.

He didn't want to leave the Shadow of Gods and the diviner with a difficult problem. Moreover, he wholeheartedly wanted revenge, so he wanted to kill the Mountain Lord.

Therefore, the only choice he had was to fight with his life on the line.

In the distance, the great battle continued.

The Red Crystal Blood Cane was completely trapped by the Brother Dog, unable to break free. It was only a matter of time before the victor was decided. After all, he had already been injured by Wu Feng earlier and his consciousness had fallen into chaos.

Wu Feng suddenly stood up, and the Mountain Master disappeared?

Even Wu Feng could not detect it?

On the other side of Boundary Sea, on the ground in the center.

A white robed old man was running with the Mountain Lord in his hand. His speed was clearly very fast, but he didn't make a sound.

The mountain lord coughed as blood flowed from his mouth.

The white-robed cultivator stopped and placed the Mountain Lord on the ground. At the same time, he took out a bottle of pills and fed it to the Mountain Lord.

The Mountain Lord took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes. His condition was incomparably terrible. His body was simply like a broken pillow, full of thousands of holes. Although he had consumed a huge amount of medicinal pills, he was still incapable of preventing the blood from flowing out.

"Great Elder!"

The mountain lord muttered, his eyes filled with rage, "Mo Feiyu, that old fool!"

When the Great Clan Elder of the mountainous region heard this, her tone was very cold.

The mountain lord gritted his teeth, "Then why didn't you just kill them?"

The Great Clan Elder frowned, "That diviner is a bit strange. When fighting with you, he did not use all of his methods. In his heart, there was an evil intent that was in no way inferior to the Ancestor of All Evils. Attacking recklessly, even if you succeed, you won't be able to save him. "

"At that time, once we are out of balance, Human Realm Upon Heavens and High Lords will definitely destroy my mountainous region."

The mountain lord stood up and said fiercely, "I will definitely kill them with my own hands!"

The Great Elder shook his head. "During this period of time, it's best to be a bit more calm. Mo Feiyu's attack was something even the Emperor might not be able to block easily. "If it weren't for the fact that your true form was Zi Jin and you had transformed back a bit at the last moment, you would have been chopped into mincemeat by him."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "As for you now, you should pay more attention. These injuries are more than enough for you to become a cripple."

The Mountain Lord's expression turned cold. He was keenly aware of his own injuries. At that time, he was indeed just a hair away from being crushed to ashes.

Therefore, the most important thing for him to do now was not to kill, but to ensure that he would not become a cripple.

The Great Elder flicked his sleeve and rushed towards the sky, "We can't stay here for long. Once they react, they might chase us down."