The Sacred Ding

At the beginning, hundreds of millions of dead souls were thrown into the rebirth formation, but almost all of their souls were either crushed to pieces by the rebirth formation or blown away by the space storm.

Except for the specific Demon General Divine Soul, there are only very few soul fragments, which were able to escape these two calamities with great luck, and almost completely descended to the blood cloud wasteland, with corpses and bones on the ground. One of them merged and reborn.

Moban is such a different kind, awakening part of the memory, growth will be extremely rapid and powerful.

Moban was sitting on a throne set up by the dense white bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in contemplation. The top of his head was the simple stone top of the stone hall, rough and primordial.

He also doesn’t remember when he awakened. He just knew that when he woke up, he was fighting, fighting, and devouring in this desolate land for survival and evolution!

Gradually, Moban learned how to conquer his subordinates, and then rely on their power to further expand. Gradually, there are more and more Rakshasa demons under him. He does not need to go out to conquer himself, naturally. There are fresh flesh and blood and strength to come before him. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!

The huge battleship in the sky, the towering temple, Heaven and Earth collapsed in a single blow, all sorts of pictures like memories of the past, vague or clear, because of long-term silent contemplation, from time to time It appears in the mind; but with the emergence of pictures like memories of past lives, there will be a kind of pain that tears the soul.

So he still can’t find a clear answer. He only knows that he hates this damn wasteland, these damn Rakshasa demons and this damn killing.

A Rakshasa demon hates killing. This is really black humor.

peng~ peng~ peng~, a heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Moban’s contemplation, he stared at the bloody guard-level Rakshasa in front of him, blood red There was a faint flame rising in his eyes.

It is a very serious matter to disturb Moban’s meditation. This blood demon leaned forward to confess his mercy, and vaguely and quickly stated the whole sequence of events to Moban.

Moban stared at him, watching several half-meter-long wounds on his body, and a huge penetration wound on his waist. The flesh and blood around the wound squirmed laboriously and futilely, but There is no sign of recovery.

Moban waved his hand impatiently, stopped his statement, grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne, the bone spear was quickly stained with a layer of tragic green flames, and waved his hand. After piercing through this subordinate who has no hope of recovery, the huge scale claws scratched in the void, and a golden-yellow light ball slowly emerged from the top of the dead Gorefiend. He looked at the light ball for a while and waved his hand. Break the light ball.

His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to scout and prey was hit by a sneak attack in more than two hundred miles, and only one escaped after being killed!

Shameful sneak attacker!

Moban issued an angry roar, and the gathering place of the entire tribe moved instantly. Four or five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.

Moban stepped off the throne, holding the white jade-like bone spear in one hand, and with a strong force, he threw the poor corpse into the magic group. Although there is a lot of food now, the flesh and blood essence of the war pawn’s demon body can’t be wasted. This seven- to eight-meter-high demon corpse was eaten clean after a short time.

Moban pointed in the direction recorded by the soul fragment, the earth shook, and all the Rakshasa soldiers followed behind him and rolled away.

Chen Hai, a huge puppet Avatar, sat cross-legged on the ground, and dozens of the remains of Rakshasa were scattered around. After four or five hundred Rakshasa stepped into his Sea of ​​Consciousness, he grabbed it. War Spear, took Yao Laogen and other eight blood guards to the Lonely Peak Valley and ran quickly, leaking a faintly discernable breath along the way, ensuring that this group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.

When Moban rushed to the place where Chen Hai sat cross-legged just now, he only saw a messy battlefield, with ragged limbs of the Rakshasa demon scattered all over the place, but the perpetrators were nowhere to be seen.

Moban was furious. Since he began to understand his subordinates, he has never suffered such loss and insult.

Of course, in his concept, avoiding fighting is an insult to him.

Just when he was instructed to scatter and look for the trail of these provocateurs, he keenly noticed a faintly discernable aura. This breath is exactly the breath of those weak sneak attackers, exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragment.

At the moment, he took the lead and walked in the direction where Chen Hai disappeared, followed by the fire beacon billowing demonic weapon.

I don’t know how long he ran, he could feel the cowardly sneak attacker not far in front of him, but he couldn’t catch up anyway.

Fortunately, the Rakshasa demon is in the blood cloud wasteland and never lacks time. Must catch up with them, then twist their heads off and make wine glasses.

Wait, what is a wine glass? Moban in the depth of one’s soul There was another tearing pain.

Don’t think about things that you don’t understand. This is Moban’s advantage. Of course, it may also be that the sense of separation of the soul being pierced by memory fragments is too painful, making him subconsciously afraid.

At this time, Chen Hai has been restraining aura lurking on a lonely mountain only ten several li from the mouth of the bottle gourd in the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, trying to make it as large as possible The magic body is hidden behind the bushes.

Chen Hai also deployed a small array restriction to completely cover up their breath.

Whether it is the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers lured by them, the strength is a bit higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful Sea of ​​Consciousness of the puppet Avatar, and the Demon God Idol condensed by the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refinement secret technique in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Chen Hai Divine Consciousness extends. Although the blood cloud wasteland does not have Sun, Moon and Stars, it is the time when Heaven and Earth Yuan Sha is in full swing, and the alien blood demons cannot disperse the spirit stream. Its aura is completely covered up.

At this time, the bottle gourd-shaped within the valley has bursts of energy fluctuations, as if gently lifting the hazy veil, a ray of bright and solid energy fluctuations spill out, as if dying The traveler suddenly appeared an oasis in the desert.

Moban also chased out of the valley at this time. Between Heaven and Earth has lost the breath of a sneak attacker. Suddenly, a new breath of extremely light, full of vitality came, and he forcibly stopped. After staying in his castration, his feet made two deep trenches of several meters long on the hard ground.

The hundreds of Rakshasa demons who followed him also stopped, staring at the leaders who were lost in thought.

What kind of breath is that so familiar?

Moban gave up tracking the sneak attacker and went to the valley.

Chen Hai was relaxed at this time. He also took a lot of thought to confirm that the alien Rakshasa demon could not completely cover the spirit stream at this time, and found such a moderately powerful Rakshasa Clan group to lure Come over, sit down and watch them fight.

Within the valley, Chiyuan walked around the spirit stream anxiously.

In Sea of ​​Consciousness, hundreds of Rakshasa demons, like a sharp arrow coming straight into their position, the leader’s breath is strong like a ball of flame, and the strength is actually equal to him .

At this time, the Spiritual Qi surge of the spirit stream has been weakened, but it is no longer useful to cover up the breath.

Perhaps it is time to abandon the spirit stream and leave this place with dozens of subordinates, but on the side of the spirit stream, you can cultivation the True Yuan and use the spirit stream as a bait to lure other Rakshasa After Demon Lord was hooked, it was convenient for him to swallow Divine Soul to quickly improve his magical use, so that he who had already tasted the sweetness was hard to give up.

Once the sea is difficult, if he is asked to abandon the spirit stream and return to the environment that requires tragic fights to slowly improve, he would rather be destroyed.

While he was anxious, he regretted deeply. He had lured a large number of gorefiends before and after, but he was blinded by power, except for leaving the subordinates who must be able to serve him. , All the others were destroyed by him to enhance his god Soul Power.

If you don’t focus on the improvement of your own strength, you can gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, you don’t need to be afraid of these waves of Rakshasa warriors.

But power, damn power–what is real power?

But why did I perceive the appearance of several heads of the same kind just now, and then so many gorefiends plunged in?

He just relied on his instinct to improve himself, and he still couldn’t understand the meaning and power of the word conspiracy too much. He didn’t realize that all of this was just the same kind of people who had just set him.

Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan Six Consciousness has become extremely keen. It seems to feel the anxiety and anxiety of dozens of subordinates, and they are no longer low-level monsters who only know how to kill. , I also know fear and anxiety.

Hundreds of similar species have entered Taniguchi, getting closer and closer to this side.

It’s the idea of ​​going or staying, spinning like wheels in Chi Yuan’s mind, and the pain of hard choice almost tears his distinctive soul apart.

Suddenly, he stopped, and a fresh word popped out of his mind. A word that has never appeared in Rakshasa’s dictionary. He doesn’t even know how to pronounce the word, but he believes that Xiang might be able to persuade the leader of the Gorefiend who broke into the valley to share this spirit stream with them.

The closer you get to the spirit stream, the stronger the breath of Heaven and Earth’s vitality. Moban’s familiar feeling deep in his memory is about to drive him crazy. He speeds up his pace and rushes to count Hundreds of demonic weapons are all behind.

Not long after, Moban walked into the depths of the valley and watched dozens of demon bodies of the same kind as Iron Pagodas, surrounded by a chick who was one size smaller than the lower-level blood demons. Yuan, blocking his way.

The thirty-odd kinds of the same kind will not be regarded by Mo Ban, and Chi Yuan, who is thinner than the low-level blood demons, gives him a sense of danger. Moban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped the pace, and then withdrew from several hundred meters to widen the distance between the two sides. To fight, he had to wait for the demonic weapons to come over.

Moban’s cautiously, and a trace of fear in the demon pupil, made Chiyuan’s decision just now shaken, and his greed for owning the spirit stream alone was ignited again.

Hesitation has never been the style of the Rakshasa Demon. Greed defeated the rational Chiyuan. He had a meal with both feet, brandishing a pair of dagger-like bone spurs, and screamed towards Moban.