Martial Peak

"What is the outside world today, and all of you have been rushed back. Is it that our human race is so powerful that you are not your opponent?"

"There are not many congenital lords, most of them are promoted the day after tomorrow. It seems that those guys who went out from that year died a lot."

"Hey, don't bother. If the old man is so easy to be broken, then it's your turn to take the shot. Take a break. Isn't it good to sit down and talk?"

"The one with the long horns over there, yes, it's you. Tell me about the situation outside? In exchange, the old man can give you a piece of nature."

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Cang chattered, but the kings were silent, Mo Zhi surging, attacking madly, but even if the twenty-four kings joined forces and tried their best, it was difficult to shake Cang's identity.

The more verbose he was, the more fierce the kings attacked, as if wishing to blow him up.

At one moment, in the depths of darkness, a surprised voice suddenly came: "Can you control the power of bite?"

Although Cang's movements were extremely concealed, there were still some traces to follow. Originally, he concealed very well, but at this time he still accidentally showed signs.

Hey smiled: "I found you."

The voice said coldly: "It turns out so! No wonder your old thing can persist for so many years, it turns out that it can control the power of bite."

Cang sighed: "No way, this ghost place has been made a terrible place by you. If the old man wants to live, he can only steal a little from you from time to time."

For countless years, it is precisely through the power that controls the bite, and occasionally devours some energy from the darkness, he can survive to this day, otherwise I don’t know how many years have died.

The voice in the dark sneered: "You're careful, you haven't revealed flaws for so many years, but I haven't found it."

"It's always bad to take it without notice. I'm not ashamed of being discovered by your host."

"You're afraid you forgot how bite died."

"No way, if you want to live, you can only do this."

How can Cang not know how the bite died? It was precisely because of the engulfment of too much ink power that there was a risk of being inked in the end, and it was at the last moment that it integrated itself into that prohibition.

Being as strong as they are, it is difficult to completely resist the erosion of the power of ink.

The voice in the dark sneered: "Very well, if you want it, give it to you!"

During the talk, the calm darkness suddenly rolled up, and there seemed to be a violent energy surging in it, boiling, madly impacting the inexplicable prohibition from within.

His face changed, and he sighed, "Mo, don't come here, say something."

The voice in the darkness was silent, and the power was rolling more and more fierce.

But Cang's original thin body with only bones swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye turned into a fleshy old man.

This is not over yet, Cang's body continues to swell, and soon swells up, like a blown ball.

"Enough is enough!" Cang yelled, his voice terrified: "Mo, stop your hands. If you go on like this, the old man is going to be burst."

How can Mo stop his hand, if he can really push this old guy up, it is a good thing for him.

In addition to the prohibition, the twenty-four kings were all overjoyed when they saw this scene, and they attacked harder and harder.

After a moment, the whole person swelled into a ball, and even the facial features could not be seen clearly on the cheeks, as if they might burst at any time.

He shouted hard: "No, it won't hold!"

Speaking like this, he raised his palm and printed it forward.

Facing him, the kings bombarded indiscriminately, and there was a feeling of great difficulty. The great crisis covered them, as if they could die at any time.

In the darkness, there was even an exclaimed call from Mexico: "All flash away!"

Where is it too late?

When the palm of Cang was printed, this inexplicable land, the vast void was slightly shocked, and the huge envelope that covered the darkness was even rippled.

The five lords who bear the brunt, swept by the violent power, burst into a blood mist instantly, and the bones were gone.

More kings in the back hit the blood,

Under one blow, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

Cang's swollen, ball-like body was also deflated at the moment, suddenly shrunk, and turned into an old man again, with a calm expression on his face, and he took a long breath: "This is much more comfortable."

The living kings were all frightened, looking at Cang's expression full of fright.

They are kings, the most powerful beings in the world. Under the twenty-four joint forces, they bombarded wildly for so long, not only failed to hurt him, but fell directly under his counterattack. Bit, more than a dozen hit hard, and the rest are not in perfect condition.

The power of Fang Cai's blow has exceeded their understanding.

In this world, such a powerful force should not appear at all.

In the darkness of the banned seal, the ink-colored ocean no longer tumbles.

After a long time, Mo's voice came slowly: "You lied to me!"

Just now that Cang Virtue, he really thought that this old thing was about to be exploded, and spared no effort to provide him with his own strength, who knows that this guy actually used his strength to directly blast out the violent force, leading to the king The Lords suffered heavy casualties.

It can be said that the power of the blow is not his real strength.

The kings didn't know it, but Mo knew it. Cang's palm, with the help of his power and the power of the entire prohibition, was able to exert such terrible killing.

With Cang's own strength, this level cannot be achieved.

With this ability, he will not be trapped here, forbidden.

"You actually lied to me!" Mercury growled, like a little daughter-in-law who was abandoned.

Cang shook his body, and went up with goose bumps: "Speak well, don't make such a grudge, as if the old man is doing you. Besides, it's not normal to lie to you, you are so stupid, don't lie to anyone?"

"You lied to me that year!" Mo hiss roared, "You deceived me here, put a restraint, imprisoned me for millions of years, you all deserve to die!"

He sighed slightly: "That's no way, your power...too overbearing, not to imprison you here, I'm afraid that these three thousand worlds will be long gone. We old guys are not always with you Is it right now that the old man is left alone, and everyone else is dead."

Mo Leng laughed again and again: "You are self-inflicted and cannot live!"

Such a huge prohibition, if those people do not guard themselves, they cannot imprison Mo at all, so they can only stay here forever.

But Mo has no worries about longevity, but those who keep them can't do it. No matter how powerful they are, millions of years, without the supplement of energy, will gradually pass away.

"It's okay, the past is like smoke, don't mention it." Cang waved his hand, a look of sorrow, "The old man can't hold it for a long time. After the old man dies, you can naturally get out of trouble. By then, this vast world, Whether it is life or death, it has nothing to do with the old man."

There was silence for a long time in the dark before the voice of Mo came: "I am waiting for that day."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to do it yourself? Just like just now, maybe come a few more times, the old man will really be burst!"

"Humph!" Mo Leng snorted and fell silent, too lazy to care about him.

Cang looked at the nineteen kings who were still alive, and raised his hand to signal: "Let's continue?"

The kings have their eyes fixed, but no one is doing it.

Knowing that this man can devour the power of ink and turn it into his own use, how could they still shoot him? Without looking at him, the five kings died without saying a word.

A few more times, they may be wiped out by the whole army.

At the next moment, the kings seemed to have received some instructions. They bowed to the dark place where they were banned, turned around and swept outwards, and soon disappeared.

He exhaled secretly, rejoicing in his heart.

Although compared to the past, Mo has grown a lot of intelligence, and it was not a good deal, but it was still a bit stupid.

If he really wanted to do it a few times, Cang felt that he might not be able to hold it.

After all, this huge ban, there were ten people guarded, but now, he is the only one left.

Of course, he can draw on the strength left by others, but after all, his strength is weak and he can't help much.

Looking at the direction of the king's departure, he sighed in his heart and swallowed, if you don't come back, the old man can't really hold it.

Can it last until that day?

Over the years, in this place of the spirits, there is no supplement. Old friends have exhausted their power one by one and died. Before dying, everyone has integrated themselves into the confinement and strengthened the power of the confinement.

The last one to leave is bite.

Before embedding himself into the ban, Zeng once told him a plan, he will retain a trace of spirituality, travel through the void, and return to the three thousand world.

Maybe there is a chance to live again.

He will find a solution to the problem in this life.

I have to say that this is an extremely bold plan, because I don’t even know if I can succeed.

But there is always a hope.

Now more than 100,000 years have passed, the bite is still missing, and Cang doesn't know whether his plan has worked.

Perhaps the bit of spirituality that was eaten was unable to shuttle through the void and return to the three thousand world.

After all, the road ahead is extremely dangerous, thorns are everywhere, a trace of spirituality without any protection, and any danger involved in it may be destroyed.

Even if you really return to the three thousand world, you have little hope to live again.

Cang was mentally prepared for this. The reason why he agreed to the plan was because there was nowhere to go. There was a silver lining to hope that it would be better to sit and die.

But after waiting for so many years, the chance of biting is a failure, otherwise it will not disappear for more than 100,000 years.

Fortunately, the descendants of the human race now have a good time, and actually drove the Mo kings back outside, which gave Cang another glimmer of hope.