I don't know if the battlefield is too terrifying, the air is now starting to emit the smell of gunpowder, and sometimes it even makes people feel that the whole world seems to be constantly collapsing.

Space, collapsed.

It really collapsed, and for a moment, everything around it was distorted.

"What's going on?!"

"Back, that's Tian Fei?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Space, space just broken?"

"How is this possible?"

"He has this ability? How did I not know?"

The guys over there who were still fighting against the sixteenth generation Blood Demon Venerable immediately turned their heads.

They looked over one by one, but they didn't see the slightest trace of Tian Fei, and they didn't even find anything else.

"Not good!"

As they watched, some of them suddenly screamed.

The others also turned around with them, and then continued to fight against the sixteenth generation of the Blood Demon Venerable.

This one is still so domineering, and he took advantage of their confusion to directly hit them hard.

It can't go on like this!

In everyone's hearts, there was a little premonition that it was not too good, and they always felt that something big might happen next.

Especially in this situation, it's really a bit unbearable.

However, they don't know why, but at the same time, they forced the sixteen generations in front of them.

"What happened next, why did even the space shatter?"

"This, it's terrifying, isn't there another one?"

"The First Generation Blood Demon Venerable?!"

"No, no......"

"If these old-timers come back with a group, it will be scared to death. ”

"Don't!"

People muttered in their hearts, and at the same time were terrified, so they began to go even more crazy about the sixteenth generation.

They want to suppress the sixteenth generation back as soon as possible, and then go and see who is behind it, if it is the first generation......

Run away.

If it goes on like this, all the first to sixteenth generations will come all over again, who the can bear it?

Anyway, they can't bear it, they really can't bear it.

Sixteen generations is already an exaggeration, if another generation, or all the others, comes, it will be a fart.

In fact, they are not without thinking about other possibilities.

Let's say there's another master around......

However, it was said earlier.

The people who can be named the Blood Demon Venerable for many generations often belong to the kind of meritorious creation.

And in the scene, there is no Blood Demon Venerable of this generation.

The one who wants to suppress luck and at the same time monitor the Quartet, if there really is any terrible master who appears, he will definitely be the first to appear.

Unless, the master who appears is of the same origin as him, it is possible that he will not be discovered.

For example, sixteen generations.

This is also why, they will think of the other Blood Demon Venerables, because this is the only possibility, otherwise that one would have come out a long time ago.

But what they didn't know was that what had just come out was just Fang Mo, a little demigod.

That's right.

Everything just now was made by Fang Mo.

He still doesn't believe it. All right

You know, he fought hard before, sent all his life force to that sword, and finally fell fiercely.

Ultimately.

He did it.

But he himself was finished, and his body was directly broken.

However, the surrounding space was directly distorted because of this move.

It's an unthinkable move.

Of course, that's not the most important thing.

On top of that, Fang Mo couldn't condense his body now.

It can be said that if he recovers a little now, he will be shattered in no time.

This couldn't help but remind him of the previous situation.

"I curse you to be broken forever, never to be resurrected again!"

These are the words that Tian Fei left before he died.

To be honest, Fang Mo was really a little panicked, he was really afraid that he would die like this, but fortunately, when the time came, he was alive again.

The body was condensed, but it didn't come out yet, and it was broken again.

After such a sudden, Fang Mo also understood that he had been cursed, and he needed to burp a few times before he could recover.

Therefore, Fang Mo was now forcibly condensing his physical body, and then quickly shifting his position.

Otherwise, when the fight over there is over, one person will give him a curse, in case he really can't wake up?

After more than ten times, Fang Mo only walked more than twenty meters.

Of course, this also led him to discover the good news that the more he burped, the less the impact of the curse became.

It's exactly the same as before, which is a good thing.

Otherwise, if he really continued, Fang Mo was really unsure if he would be finished like this.

"Whew!"

Again, after taking eight steps, half a step more than before, Fang Mo fell to the ground with a clatter.

This time, he looked behind him, and when he saw that he was still very close to the scene, he was already a little desperate.

"No, we have to hurry!"

Standing up again, Fang Mo ran forward eight steps in high spirits to do a little, and then shattered to the ground with a clatter.

Immediately after, again and again, over and over again, and I don't know how many times I went through it, Fang Mo could be regarded as walking to a corner in this Blood Demon City, which was no longer full of excitement.

Looking at the dog hole, Fang Mo shook his head and muttered to himself: "Even if I die, I will be directly broken ten million times, die of pain, and be chased up by someone and give a few curses again, I will definitely not get into it!"

He swore viciously.

Then, with a click, thunder rolled down.

After it was shattered, he was probably the only one who was still struck by lightning.

When he stood up and looked at the place that was not a dog hole at all, or should it be a ditch, Fang Mo finally ran out.

If you don't run, it's really doomed.

However, this hole is too small to allow him to walk out, and he must think about every step, otherwise he may get stuck in it next time he is resurrected.

Whoa!

Shattered again, most of his body fell outside, and only a pair of feet remained inside.

After feeling that it was okay, Fang Mo once again condensed himself.

"Hey, that's one more feature......

After coming out, Fang Mo looked at the hole with a diameter of less than half a meter, and said with a touch of joy on his face: "Even death, I can control it, could it be that I have mastered the power of the god of death now?"

Of course, this is just a muttering from Form 2.

In fact, he didn't grasp anything, but he just gained a little ability to move after death, and maybe after the curse disappeared, it would never exist again.

But even so, Fang Mo was still very happy.

Yiduo is not pressing, especially this kind of life-saving skill, no one will be too little.