"Hey...... Is there any mistake, even if the laws of this world are lacking and there is no vitality, he can't ......"

Shrouded in a cloud of black mist, Mo Hao's face was a little strange, looking at the eastern sky, and muttering in his mouth.

"Nothing is impossible, he himself has many divine objects, and they are two kinds of divine bodies, haven't you seen the scene where the heavens asked when he broke through the Heavenly Realm?" Bing Hao, who was a little unevenly breathing, said with a cold face: "Since he came to this world, before he met the old sword immortal, his Yuan Power has never been full, and he has been walking on the edge of exhaustion, which is undoubtedly a great exercise for him, and it may not be impossible to even break the Nine Heavens." ”

"But it's too shocking. Mo Hao smiled: "An existence like me has never had such a rebellious act back then." ”

"Hey, this kind of style is nothing more than anyone in my primeval ice god lineage. ”

Bing Hao stretched out his arm, and let out a muffled snort from the ghost hand of Sen Ran who flew in the distance, and his arm was actually covered with a layer of frost, not only that, but there were cracks spreading on it, like solid ice that was about to shatter.

"This monster...... You're infinitely close to death, aren't you?"

Bing Hao's face was not very good-looking, in fact, the huge monster that the Yin Yang Liao Lord turned into made him feel cold the moment he poked out the black mist, and the blood flowing in his body as a god felt a chill to his bones at that moment.

If you want to make the ice god feel the chill, there is only ......

Bing Hao looked at the monster with fangs and claws not far in front of him, it was a giant monster that could vaguely see the human form, but the limbs and hundreds of bones were crawling with maggots, snakes and scorpions, and the whole body was full of dead air, the black skin was tattered, and in some places the fishy internal organs and moldy bones were exposed, and the long hair was black chains, and the face was covered with a layer of black mist, making people unable to see its appearance.

But...... According to the general environment of the enemy's replacement and the appearance of the murderous thing in front of him, Bing Hao can roughly guess that this local god should be the mother goddess of the Far East and the god of death in the Far East.

Originally, he didn't look down on this kind of native god, but now......

"Hey, what else can you say? That kid can still be a god like you. ”

Mo Hao didn't know if he was pretending, or he couldn't see the situation clearly, and he was still teasing.

The corners of Bing Hao's eyes twitched, his face sank completely, and he shouted in a low voice: "If you don't hurry up, we will all die here!"

Before the words fell, a loud roar overwhelmed Bing Hao's low drink, and the two of them looked at it, but they saw the humanoid monster roaring in the sky, and a voice full of resentment came from the humanoid monster's body.

"Eight...... Thor!"

In an instant, there were eight thunder discs of different appearances on the giant beast, which was amazing, but in Bing Hao's eyes, no matter what the appearance of the eight thunder lights was, they were all condensations of dead qi, and the local god just swept over with one arm, and the dead qi swirling on it almost shattered one of his arms, and now, ...... Such a mass of lifeless qi condensation, any lump that rubs against him will make him lose arms and legs, he can't ......

"Demon spirit, if you can't get it right...... We're going to plant here!"

Bing Hao shouted angrily, he had already put away the Ice Sword and Haotian Sword, and used all his strength to condense the frost in front of him, turning into a huge ice shield, but he knew that this could not block the heart-wrenching blow of the Yin Yang Liao Lord.

The local god roared, and the momentum of the eight thunder gods wrapped around her skyrocketed, and they slammed towards Bing Hao.

"Boom!"

Entrenched on the forehead of the native god, the thunder light with a body like an elf hit first, and the dead qi rolled up and relaxed, and it directly caused the huge ice shield to explode.

Bing Hao's eyes widened, but before he could react, the second Thor shot out, with an explosion, locking on Bing Hao's frost-covered arm.

"Bastard...... It's obviously an inferior race, how dare you ......"

Bing Hao's eyes were about to split, he gritted his teeth desperately, and his face was full of resentment, but he didn't hesitate at all, and directly let his arm turn into transparent ice, and took the initiative to meet the thunder.

After a piercing sound, the thunder god was bounced back, and Bing Hao's arm turned directly into ashes.

Bing Hao was sweating profusely, and although his arm was able to recover, it was also a serious injury for him. He raised his eyes and looked at the remaining six Thunder Gods that shot in front of him.

The front of him has been blurred, since he was refined by Jiang Hao, although his cultivation is closely related to Jiang Hao, but as an ice god, his shortcomings are also obvious, that is, his body strength is thousands of miles behind Jiang Hao, let alone in this barren world where he can't absorb vitality at any time to repair his body.

"Mo Hao...... You don't make a move......"

Halfway through Bing Hao's words, he couldn't support it and fell backwards.

However, a pair of hands that didn't feel any anger dragged it steadily.

"Don't worry, although I'm not an expert when it comes to playing with death, I'm also a demon......"

The gloomy voice sounded in Bing Hao's ears, Bing Hao was startled and lifted his spirits, but a terrifying scene appeared in front of him.

But seeing that there were eight black shadows standing in the air, each of them restrained the eight thunder gods, and two more black shadows were in front of Bing Hao, blocking a claw attack from the local god.

"What is this?"

Bing Hao swallowed a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened and he looked at the two black shadows in front of him, in his eyes, they were just two balls of dead air, but these two dead gases were even more terrifying than the eight thunder gods!

"This is also a local god......" Mo Hao sneered, a black light flashed in his eyes, and in this instant, the surrounding scene actually changed.

It was as if the scene had suddenly been torn apart, and the Huangquan Biliangpo that had been replaced by the Yin and Yang Liao Lords had been directly erased, and was replaced by a completely different space.

"The Grim Reaper of the East - the Ten Point Yama of the Netherworld!"

There was a space that was lit up, it was the death gas turned into a ghost fire, illuminating one of the several spaces that squeezed through the Yellow Spring Biliang Slope - it was the ten dark halls, the ten black shadows stood in front of the ten halls at this time, and under the ten halls, there was a wail, it was the ten hells under the ten o'clock Yama Command.

And vaguely, you can still see that there is a vague scene at the far end of this space, and the mountain palace has everything, but it is very vague, and you can see at a glance that it is just a virtual image.

"Didn't you summon all?"

Bing Hao blinked and asked.

"Shut up, you, I can't control the projections of these native gods now, and then summon the projections of those high-ranking native gods...... How do you know if those high-ranking native gods really have a place in the heavens and all worlds?"

The corners of Mo Hao's mouth twitched, and he said viciously, grabbing the void with both hands, and the space on one side after another was lit up,

In the space, there are all the terrifying local gods of death in this world, and for a while, they completely suppressed the other party's eight thunder gods in terms of momentum.

And the Yin Yang Liao Lord, who had lost his mind, seemed to sense a trace of fear and roared uneasily.

"With the same death qi, could it be that these native death god projections you summoned can endanger their kind?" Bing Hao was puzzled and asked suspiciously.

"Of course not, it's just a trick. ”

Mo Hao seemed to be playing with something like a glove on his hand, and he didn't have time to raise his head and said without raising his eyelids. Bing Hao glanced at it casually, but his eyes widened in shock.

"You are ......" For a moment, he was so shocked that he bit his tongue and couldn't speak.

"Hand of the Abyss......"

Mo Hao's right hand completely turned into the hand of the Abyss, and even his five fingers were still holding it weakly.

He smiled brightly and squeezed his right hand sharply.

Huangquan Biliangpo collapsed in an instant like the rest of the dead world, and the big hand that shrouded the sky passed through Mo Hao and Bing Hao, directly pinching the monster that the Yin Yang Liao Lord in front of him had turned into into slag.

When was he......

In Bing Hao's heart, there was only this question.

Originally, this kind of question should have appeared in the heart of the Yin Yang Liao Lord who was killed.

But this is too shocking for him, the ice god.

Because he has always thought highly of himself, because as an ice god, he was the most powerful race in the ten thousand worlds ten thousand years ago.

But even if he had the memory of inheritance, he never thought that this demon spirit, who had always been despised by him, could still do it to such an extent?

"What, have you taken the hand of the Abyss?"

A slightly smiling voice sounded in mid-air, and the two looked up, but Jiang Hao, who had killed in the Far East, had returned, but the wings behind him had disappeared.

"Have you broken through to the God Refining Realm?"

Mo Hao smiled, as if asking casually, his left hand was wiped on his right hand, and his right hand instantly returned to its original appearance, and the huge hand of the abyss in the air also turned into ashes and dissipated.

"Don't you know it clearly?"

Jiang Hao put his hands behind his back and smiled.

"Actually, I didn't take the hand of the Abyss, I just learned a little bit of skin. Mo Hao was shocked, grinning his teeth, as if he was enduring some great pain: "The hand of the abyss is not such a simple thing, he has a big head, I don't want to die." ”

"That's okay too. Jiang Hao nodded, turned his head to look at Bing Hao, and just wanted to say something, but Bing Hao had a cold face, and his whole person turned into ice chips, and returned directly to Jiang Hao's body, sitting on the ice god flower, and there was no movement.

Jiang Hao glanced at Mo Hao playfully, and Mo Hao shrugged his shoulders.

Both of them know each other, and both of them have their own ghosts.

"Hey, what do you think that's that?"

Suddenly, Jiang Hao looked behind Mo Hao, his face was full of doubts, and his expression was very sincere, so that Mo Hao subconsciously turned his head and wanted to look behind him.

At this moment, a silent cold light reflected Mo Hao's back. It was just a sword that Jiang Hao simply handed out, but now Jiang Hao, who had broken through to the God Refining Realm, could not speak the same as him who was out of the mortal realm, and it was impossible for Mo Hao, who was facing away from him, to take this sword!

Unless......

Jiang Hao narrowed his eyes.

Behind Mo Hao's back, a palm with fingers as sharp as a knife and as thin as a wood suddenly appeared, as if it had grown behind his back, and he grabbed it directly, crushing the sword qi.

"Hey, hey. Mo Hao turned his back and smiled a little embarrassedly, but there was no embarrassment in his eyes, and he was even a little proud.

"Not bad. Jiang Hao nodded, and the Yuan Force beside him stirred, instantly making him escape several miles away.

"Let's go. ”

Mo Hao followed behind Jiang Hao, and did not rush back to Jiang Hao's body, but muttered behind him: "Stinky boy, now you dare to sneak attack me, you almost can't bear it when you came out of the long river of time...... Do you really think I can't take your sword?

"Oh......" Jiang Hao didn't look back, but his smile became more and more weird: "Then do you have that kind of means...... Can you quietly touch a confined space?"

"Oh?" Mo Hao became interested when he heard this: "Where do you want to go?"

"The final destination of this campaign. Jiang Hao's eyes were a little wandering: "It's the place that has always wanted to restrain me - the Association of Strangers." ”

(End of chapter)