Chapter 112 Lord of the Knife

Chapter 112, Lord of the Knife

The full eruption of the volcano hazyed the whole divine world of the Wan Dynasty. The mainland was full of mountain forest fires, and the strong fireworks barbecued the last surviving animals and birds.

The sea is boiling, and countless fish have turned their white bellies, emitting the smell of fishy fish. The whole ocean is a pot of huge soup, but the fishy smell is too heavy to eat.

The battle of extermination is really so thorough that perhaps the only remaining lives are the armies of all ethnic groups around the Iron City that are still fighting.

The unspeakable sadness suddenly appeared in everyone's hearts, with extreme grief, hissing cries, and despair endlessly, and then there was only one thought.

"Kill!!!"

The battle of the throne at high altitude is underway, and the desperate battle of the boundary has been comprehensively improved, and even the physical world has launched a desperate collision. The throne has been their last life-saving grass.

"Get out of here, who will grab the heart of my ghost world!"

Zijin was cut wildly, and Mo Bai also killed crazily. If others get the heart of the ghost world, his ghost world will change owners, and the crystal of the true god is far more powerful than the ordinary god crystal.

"Bum!!!"

The bloody knife opened the purple gold ruler, and a blood demon appeared, "I dare to grab it!"

"Dong!"

After opening up the ghost world, the power of the ghost world was weak, and Mo Bai had to start to fight hard and shout loudly, "Ghost art, the soul of war beats the drum!"

The ghost fog condenses a super drum, and then a large number of war souls condenses a super ghost body and beats the drum, "dong, dong, dongdong..."

Each attack will open a passage through the ghost world, and the endless soul of war will rush out and completely turn into a ghost fog, releasing their last trace of strength. Mo Bai's ghost power will quickly return to its peak.

"War Ghost Magic, Soul War!"

Strange ghost skills, dozens of strong people who compete for the heart of the ghost world have all lost their sense of the body. Only their souls can move freely. It's shocking. How can the battle of the soul body beat the ghost body!

"Haha, what a soul war, but I am originally a soul body, and thank you for drawing so many complete souls of the strong for me, hahahaha!"

The blood demon emperor laughed excitedly, and the emperor's knife cut out dozens of soul snakes and devoured the soul of the separated boundary. If he succeeds, he will have dozens more powerful blood soul slaves.

"Bastard!"

Mo Bai scolded, looked at the heart of the ghost world not far away, and then looked at the soul of the world that fled everywhere. He had to make a choice, whether to save people or integrate the heart of the ghost world to completely achieve the ghost god.

"Soul war, solve!!!"

It takes a lot of time to fuse the heart of the ghost world. The blood demon can completely control dozens of strong points before interrupting Mo Bai's fusion. Therefore, Mo Bai finally chose to dissolve the soul war.

The strong spirits who recovered their connection with the body quickly returned to their bodies. Of course, they would not have any gratitude. If it hadn't been for Mo Bai, how could they have fallen into danger and almost become slaves of the blood demons. Therefore, Zhuqiang not only ignored the blood demons who had just chased them, but directly joined hands to kill Mo Bai.

"They are all bastards!"

Mo Bai was angry. His ghost power was exchanged for the dissipation of countless souls, and half of the soul war just now had been consumed.

The joint attacks of the strong are continuous, and all kinds of light bombard the projection of the ghost world. No matter how strong Mo Bai is, he can only keep fighting. At the same time, he suppresses his inner urgency and brewing a powerful anti-angry blow.

"Ah-!!!"

The projection of the ghost world suddenly shook, causing a brief pause in the surrounding space. Zhu Qiang was also deaf for a moment. When he woke up, he heard Mo Bai's roar.

"Ghost Wrath, the fire of the underworld!"

Ghost fire is one of the strangest flames in the world. It is said to be a flame, but it does not belong to the fire system. Even the fire god can't master the power of ghost fire, because ghost fire is a flame that only belongs to the dead.

A bunch of flames floated all over the sky, looking black, but ignited with a faint blue light. The knife light, magic, and body protection were all burning a layer of blue and black flames.

The strong shouted in pain, and even the voice was burning, as well as their will and souls, but the fresh body did not hurt at all.

Mo Bai stood still. His ghost body was also burning. His ghost face overflowed with seven holes, and black blood flowed out.

This move is completely burned at the cost of his only surviving body. From now on, he can only possess the bones of others.

After a while, the body of the war soul broke away, and the illusory ghost claws took out the head of an alien strong man and grabbed the soul. The ghost claws emitted a bunch of ghost fire and completely burned it.

The soul of war possessed the alien, raised his arm, took out a beating heart to his chest, pinched it, and then took out the body world and threw himself into the foreign powers.

"Bang!!!"

The self-explosion of the body world lifted the struggling powers far away, and Mo Bai, who changed his alien body, walked to the heart of the ghost world step by step. At this time, he was actually the end of the crossbow.

"Hahahaha, it's not bad that he is the inheritor of the war ghost god!"

The Blood Demon Emperor has stepped on the divine crystal first, with a burning ghost fire on his body, but it doesn't seem to do any harm to the blood demon.

"Get out of here!"

This alien body is only one foot tall. Mo Baiqiang supports the weakness of his body and doesn't even have the strength to two feet long, so the purple gold ruler in his hand can only drag away.

Get out of here? Hahahaha, what if the ordinary god position is sent to you? When my Lord wakes up, any god in this world is waiting to become a soul slave, but your war ghost world has feet. Once you integrate the divine crystals, the first thing should be to escape from the divine world of thousands of dynasties, right?

"Hmm, Mo Bai was born in this world, and I have to fight in this world. The will of war is undefeated, and the soul of war is immortal. If I shrink at all, how can I afford the inheritance of this war ghost!"

"Hahahaha, what an invincible war spirit, the soul of war is invincible, based on your weak state, I would like to see that your will to fight is invincible, and the soul of war is immortal!"

The imperial knife cut casually, except for the simple blood light, there was no magic enhancement, and then cut again and again, as if he were knocking on a wooden stake, naked and despised Mo Bai.

After ten cuts, the projection of the ghost world completely collapsed, and Mo Bai threw back. If it hadn't been for Zijin's protection, he would have collapsed and returned to the ghost world.

If he is merged with the heart of the ghost world again, he will become a powerful ghost general in the ghost world and fight for others.

"Hahahaha, how long can an ownerless waste knife protect you?" The Blood Demon Emperor despised and still stood firmly on the divine crystal. He continued to raise his knife and kill him. "See that your will to fight is undefeated!"

"Who said that the ruler knife is ownerless?"

The sound was domineering, and Zijin's arm took over the blood light of the emperor's knife with bare hands, "Bang!!!" It makes the crisp sound of metal.

"Who is coming!"

The Blood Demon Emperor asked that he had never seen the ten-foot purple gold strongman in front of him, nor had he heard of such a strong man in that family.

"Lord of the ruler knife!"

The Zijin strongman answered briefly, then turned to Mo Bai and said, "Mo Bai, it's time to return to the original owner!"

"You..."

Mo Bai's face was incredible, and his ten-foot purple gold body could not scare him, but he was familiar with the huge purple-gold face and even a little disgusted him. He once wanted to cut him with a knife.

"You, are you Tie Yuwen?"

"It's me, the descendant of the spirit god!" Tie Yuwen explained briefly, and regardless of Mo Bai's reaction, he shouted directly, "Zijin returned to his position!"

The purple gold ruler turned into a knife light. Tie Yu raised his hand, and the ruler immediately turned into five feet. This is the real purple gold ruler!

There are almost no complicated tricks in the inheritance of the spirit god. The iron residual temperature only cares about strides in the air and cut the ruler in the atmosphere. The purple gold thunder field released by each cut is more than ten times that of Mo Bai.

The Blood Demon Emperor had to be shocked. The purple gold thunder domain didn't care much, but the purple gold god's big stride forward had an invincible oppression.

"Blood Soul Sacrifice!"

The blood roared of the emperor's knife, and countless blood soul sacrifices sacrificed their soul power. Dozen drops of soul blood stained the blade. No one expected that this was the first move of the blood demon emperor to fight desperately.

"Demon Emperor Behead!!!"

The half-arc blood blade destroyed the chopping space all the way, and the collapse led to a wide range of space chaos, and the thick and domineering purple gold minefield was cut down.

"Fight away!"

Mo Bai, who recovered a little ghost power, screamed, and the ghost body turned into a ghost fog and flashed in front of Tie Yuwen, ready to block this deadly behead for him.

Mo Bai is the immortal soul of war. At worst, the soul returns to the ghost world. It only takes him a moment to reunite the soul of war.

Although he hates Tie Yuwen for taking away his second sister, it is a thing of the past, and now he also has another special love. Saving Tie Wenyu is the last thing to do for his second sister.

"Get out of here!"

With a big shot of Zijin's big hand, Tie Yuwen actually directly patted Mo Bai's ghost fog, and he didn't receive this favor at all.

"Hahahaha, come on, let you see what is the real invincible body of King Kong!"

"Dang!!!"

Like the Zhongming of Dazhong, the blood blade cut on his chest, pushing the remaining iron temperature to fly back, and the sound of the purple gold god body for a long time, as if he himself was a ten-foot gold heart.

"Impossible!" The Blood Demon Emperor is unbelievable.

"Hahaha, in the past, when the spirit god and the golden god fought, the golden god's sword could not hurt the spirit god's body at all. How can your little blood blade hurt?"

Iron Yuwen patted the chest and the sound of steel, and there was really no scar on the chest.

Mo Baitong, who was drawn to one side, turned red on the face of the alien body. The act of saving people just now, coupled with the slap of Zijin's big hand, he felt that he slapped himself.

"Hahahaha, Blood Demon, you also eat my trick!" Tie Yuwen raised his ruler, "Mo Bai, I'll lend you another bunch of ghost fire!"

"Here you are!" Mo Bai flicked his finger, and a bunch of ghost fire shot at the purple gold ruler.

"Jin!" The purple gold ruler rushed up a ring of golden light from the handle of the knife.

"Wood!" Another ring of blue light.

"Water!" The light of clear water.

"earth!" Heavy mud and yellow light.

"Melting fire!" The ghost fire just hit the four-ring bright purple gold ruler.

"Thunder!" Colorful and purple gold thunder.

The Blood Demon Emperor is shocked. Don't think that this counterattack must be infinitely powerful.

"I'll give this thing back to you!"

He kicked the heart of the ghost world into the thunderous purple gold ruler, and the blood demon emperor quickly transformed into thousands of blood shadows and scattered and fled.

Mo Bai turned into a ghost fog and took over the heart of the ghost world, and immediately dodged the attack range of the knife.

"Purple gold thunder!"

"Wan--!!!"

The loud thunder, shining thousands of miles of heaven and earth, is not just as thick as the disaster of wrath, but scattered like natural clouds and thunder, and thousands of blood shadows were not spared, all hit.