Marvel God of Blood God

"Interesting, Blood God, you are so interesting."

The Crimson Demon God, who was at a disadvantage, laughed loudly, his body glowed red, his power suddenly soared, and he suppressed Wang Burt again.

"The Crimson Demon God is strong when he is strong. How dare you teach him by distinguishing yourself?"

Sithorn said disdainfully, and at the same time, the black mist kept turning into runes, obviously preparing some kind of magic.

"No matter how strong he is, I will never lose to him."

Wang Bot shouted loudly, and his strength quickly increased, not inferior to the Crimson Demon God at all.

As soon as his strength improved, Wang Bot had the upper hand again. His skills were much stronger than the Crimson Demon God. For example, he could integrate part of the impact force into the next punch, and his unloading skills were far better than Saitorak's. , every time he can race Torak to recover faster.

These little skills are actually not difficult to learn, but Cytorak is born with great power and does not need these skills belonging to the 'weak' at all, so he didn't learn them, and he doesn't need to learn them. He has his own fighting style.

That is to continuously increase strength, attack wildly, and completely crush the opponent-a typical reckless man, and so is Hulk.

The more the Crimson Demon God fought, the more excited he became, and his strength became stronger and stronger, as if there was no upper limit.

The same is true for Wang Bot. No matter how much power the Crimson Demon God increases, he can immediately keep up, and then use his own skills to suppress the opponent.

The two fought more and more fiercely, the whole space was filled with the sound of their collision, which was more shocking and terrifying than the thunder in the sky.

"There is a problem with the clone of the Blood God."

Sithorn frowned greatly. He thought for a while, and condensed the runes into a magic circle. Then, he pushed forward, and the magic circle turned into an invisible black air rushing towards Wang Burt.

This black energy is to weaken magic. With the increase of the concept, it can at least weaken Wang Burt's strength by half. Since Saitorak can't suppress the blood god, then he will help a group of Saitorak.

Wang Bote noticed the black air at the first time, snorted coldly, and punched the void with his fist, the strength of the fist burst out, breaking up the black air forcefully.

"Use your fist to break the curse? It's not magic!"

Sithorn was dumbfounded. Breaking the curse with his fist is not something that no one can do. The problem is that the concept of power must be added to destroy everything with the power of the concept, and Wang Bot obviously has no concept of power.

Sithorn didn't believe in evil, and cast various curses one after another, weakening, blinding, and causing pain... But all of them were smashed by Wang Bot with his fists.

Sithorn was very troubled. Not only could Wang Bot smash everything with his fist, but what was more troublesome was that he was extremely sensitive to curses. No matter what curses could be hidden from him, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

Sithorn finally understands what it means to break everything with one punch, and this is called breaking everything with one punch.

However, Sithorn's magic was not completely useless. At the very least, it restrained part of Wang Burt's energy, and the Crimson Demon God took the opportunity to attack again and again, and the situation gradually became evenly matched.

"This guy has no martial arts spirit at all."

Wang Bot secretly complained that Saitorak is a fighting lunatic, he doesn't care about fairness, he just wants to defeat his opponent, that's all.

Wang Bot was not in a hurry, he played steadily, he believed that he would win, even if Cytorak and Sithorn joined forces.

"Since the curse magic is invalid, there is only one way to change it."

Sithorn thought for a while, and began to condense magic again. After all, Saitorak was just a summoned projection, and his power had an upper limit. If he didn't help, Saitorak would lose to Wang Bot sooner or later.

Soon, Sithorn's black magic was condensed. He pointed a finger, and the magic circle merged into his left hand. Soon, his left hand lost consciousness and could not be controlled.

At the same time, Wang Bot's left hand also lost consciousness, and he could only defend with one hand. Seeing this, Saitorak knew that the opportunity was coming, his arms doubled, and his fists attacked like a tide.

"Stand-in black magic?"

Wang Bot frowned a little, his right hand guarded himself tightly, but in the end he lost one hand, and was beaten back by Cytorak.

"very good."

Sithorn nodded in satisfaction, cast a spell with one hand, and a magic circle in front of him quickly formed.

Boom, Wang Bot hit the space barrier and was unable to retreat any further. Saitorak let out a loud roar, gathering all his strength in his hands, and violently blasted towards Wang Bot like two meteorites moving at high speed.

At the same time, Sithorn pushed his right hand, and the magic circle suddenly appeared on the space barrier behind Wang Bott. Then, a lot of dead hands emerged from the magic circle, firmly grasping Wang Bott and preventing him from moving , nor let him attack.

What's even more frightening is that these dead hands will absorb the strength of Wang Bot's body, making him weaker and weaker.

Black magic, the hand of death.

"Are you still alive this time?"

Sithorn shouted with a ferocious face, as the Great Demon God, He would not lose his composure in the first place. The problem is, Wang Bot is just a small clone. Not angry?

Sithorn is actually very face-saving.

"interesting."

Facing the desperation, Wang Bot didn't show any fear on his face, instead he grinned. The next moment, all the hands of death on his body were shattered by a powerful force.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Burt's fist blasted out with the belief that he would win, and the time was distorted. The first thing behind the fist was to hit Saitorak's chest fiercely. Saitorak flew backwards with a scream, and his body started from the chest, quickly Disintegration disappears.

I believe I can win, I can win, it's that simple.

"Happy, Blood God, let's fight again next time, with real bodies."

Cytorak laughed loudly and completely disappeared into the fair space.

Sithorn's complexion was extremely ugly, and he asked, "Mind concept?"

Wang Bott's outburst made Sithorn finally understand his ability. Wang Bott smiled and said: "That's right, the concept of mind, as long as I believe that I can win, I can win."

The concept that Wang Bot threw to the bald avatar was exactly the concept of the mind. In order to let him better understand this concept, Wang Bot also specially fused the sword fighting blood for the avatar.

With the sword fighting bloodline, the more confident you are, the stronger your strength is. Through this bloodline, coupled with the soul gem, the bald clone can quickly grasp the concept of the mind and develop a mind ability.

Mind Concept - As long as I believe I can win, I can win.

To put it simply, using the power of the mind to influence reality, how confident the mind is is how powerful a person is.

"I really didn't expect that the concept of mind can be used in this way."

Even Sithorn couldn't help sighing. Generally speaking, psychic abilities are either used to control others or directly attack. However, Wang Bot actually uses his mind to modify reality and turn false into real, which is simply unbelievable.

"Speaking of which, thank you for sealing my space magic, otherwise I wouldn't grow so fast."

Wang Bot annihilated his left hand, urged Gu to grow a new arm, and said, "I don't need other abilities, I just need to believe in myself."

After Wang Bot lost his left hand, Sithorn's substitute magic immediately failed. He endured the backlash to cancel the magic, and said: "Blood God, you are indeed beyond my expectations, but you can't kill me based on the concept of the mind alone. It's not a projection, I'm the real body."

"I don't think so."

Wang Bot rushed in front of Sithorn like a cannonball, and blasted out with a shocking punch, Sithorn disappeared suddenly. Then, a black shadow appeared behind Wang Bot and rushed into Wang Bot's body.

Black magic, ghostly corruption.

Wang Bott snorted coldly, crushing the ghost with the power of his mind, and then he closed his eyes to sense. After a while, his fist blasted into the void next to him with the belief that he would win, Sithorn was blasted out directly, and his body A body shield phantom shattered.

Sithorn didn't dare to neglect, black fireballs, poisonous rockets, poisonous ice cones, death skulls and other black magics blasted towards Wang Bot one after another. Burt.

"Small tricks, but also dare to play tricks."

Wang Bot gave a disdainful smile, and blasted out with a big and skillful punch. The entire torrent exploded from the place where the fist hit. With just one breath, all the magic was blown up.

One breath time is enough for Sithorn. He slapped down hard, and an endless black mist emerged, covering the entire fair space.

This black mist is very strange, not only can't see things, even the induction will be blocked by it, Wang Bot snorted coldly, and rushed forward, and then he slammed his right fist violently, hitting Sithorn with one punch.

Then, Wang Bot screamed and flew backwards.

That's right, it wasn't Sithorne who flew upside down, but Wang Bert. Because the momentum was too strong, he didn't stop until he hit the space barrier.

At this time, the black mist suddenly subsided, Sithorn reappeared in front of Wang Bott, and said with a sneer: "Do you think that these black mist are used to cover your sight? No, these black mist are used to erode your body." .”

Wang Bot fell from the barrier and asked in a cold voice, "Is there something wrong with that ghost before?"

"Of course there is a problem. How could I do useless things?"

Sithorn sneered: "With your strength and fair space, it is not difficult to defeat other ancient gods, but I am not other ancient gods, I am the Great Demon God Sithorn, no one can defeat me, let alone you It's just a clone."

"Yeah?"

Wang Bot was too lazy to talk nonsense, and rushed to Sithorn again, and punched him in the head. Sithorn didn't even hide. In the ring.

Wang Bot got up from the ground, shook his head, and said in a cold voice, "All my attacks on you will be reflected on me?"

"Yes, this is the concept of black magic, damage transfer."

Sithorn said proudly: "That is to say, from now on, I can only hit you, or you can hit yourself, hmph, reckless."

As a master of magic, Sithorn, what he despises the most in his life is this kind of reckless man who has no technical content at all.

"You are really difficult to deal with. First it was the Crimson Demon God, and now it is the damage transfer."

Wang Burt spit unhappily, Sithorn is much more difficult to deal with than Astros - he is proficient in black magic, has a variety of methods, and has almost no weaknesses.

"You think that's all there is? I have a lot of killer moves, and I even prepared a big killer move for the blood god."

Sithorn said: "I'm talking about your body. If he really defeats Tun Xing, then I will use this ultimate move to send him on the road."

"Just because you are worthy to fight with me? You can't even kill me."

Wang Bot sneered, and he said, "So what if I can't beat you? I'll delay you here. When the fighting outside is over, many people will come in and beat you together."

"I forgot to tell you something just now."

Sithorn condensed an explosion magic circle and blasted himself, and then said: "If I hit myself, the damage will be transferred to you, and you can't resist this kind of damage."

While Sithorn was speaking, Wang Bot was thrown into the air by the explosion and almost vomited blood.

"Blood god avatar, how miserable will I make you die, how dare a mere avatar act arrogantly in front of me?"

Sithorn grinned ferociously, and dense magic circles appeared around him. Immediately afterwards, these magic circles blasted towards him, and he was immediately enveloped by various magic lights.

ah!

Wang Bot let out a miserable scream, his body was bombarded by countless spells, and he almost collapsed.

Sithorne became more and more proud, and continued to use magic to bombard himself. Wang Burt let out a roar, and his broken body rushed towards Sithorne like a cannonball.

"It really is a fool."

Sithorn smiled dismissively and opened a way to let Wang Bert come in. The harder he attacked, the worse his death would be.

"I don't believe it, I can't kill you."

Wang Burt concentrated all his strength on his right fist, and then he let out a roar like a lone wolf, his fist surpassed time, and slammed on Sithorn as hard as a meteorite hit the earth.

"Idiot!"

Sithorn's face was full of smiles, and the next moment, His smile turned into astonishment, and then from astonishment to fear.

Boom, Sithorn was directly blasted by Wang Bot, blood spattered everywhere.

"idiot."

Wang Bot smiled contemptuously, and his body recovered at an astonishing speed. Before that, he was just acting.

Sithorn has a lot of means, and he must be killed with one blow, otherwise it will only become more and more troublesome. In contrast, the beholder and the Crimson Demon God are much easier to deal with, because their means are very single.

"This is impossible, why can you crack my conceptual ability?"

Sithorn's soul roared fiercely in the air, and at the same time, a large amount of black mist shrouded his soul, reorganizing his body.

When Wang Bot saw this, without saying a word, he rushed over and punched away the black mist, so that Sithorn could not be revived.

As for why Wang Bot was able to crack the damage transfer? The reason is very simple. Not only does Wang Bot know all black magic, but he also knows how to break most of it.

To put it simply, Sithorn will do it, and Wang Bot will do it, because he has the zombie universe Sithorn in his hand.

Wang Burt is so confident, not because he is arrogant, but because he has made complete preparations in advance, knows himself and the enemy, and wins every battle. He knows Sithorn well, and Sithorn knows nothing about him. He is invincible. , who wins?

Wang Bot's confidence is real confidence, that's why his fist strength is so terrifying.

"Sithorn, weren't you very proud just now? Give me more pride now, let me tell you, today, you are dead."

While attacking, Wang Bot shouted loudly: "Also, to kill you, one of my avatars is enough, and you are not worthy of letting me shoot with the main body, because you are too weak."