Su Mo'er clutched her chest, panting slightly, and looked at the evil spirit Nuwa who was high above her with some frustration.

Even if she had the same strength, the evil spirit Nuwa had a scepter in her hand, and she couldn't resist it, let alone hurt her in the slightest.

At this time, Ming Yanfei stepped forward, and Su Mo'er hurriedly said:

"Master, when you go back, your strength is too disparity, and you can't fight it. ”

"I know, so, I'm here to help you, with the last of my strength. ”

Ming Yan smiled at her after speaking, reached out and grabbed the Cold Ice Sword and the Yanyang Sword, and used his mind to communicate with the Cold Ice and Yanyang.

The demon clan was also created by Nuwa's bloodline thousands of years ago, and even after so long, this bloodline still flows on the demon race.

Ming Yan is a demon saintess, and her bloodline can do some things that others can't.

Ming Yan closed his eyes, and his palm slashed hard across the blades of the two swords.

The blood in the palm of the palm was stained with the sword, and it was quickly absorbed, and the sword body seemed to come to life, and began to absorb the blood of Ming Yan.

The blood in the body was quickly absorbed by the sword body, and the voice of the Han Nu in amazement came:

"Ming Yan, your blood is too powerful, and my strength is soaring rapidly. ”

The Yanyang Sword also felt it, and the blood of the demon clan was blessed on the artifact, but I didn't expect there to be this method.

Ming Yan used his own blood to increase the strength of the artifact, while Su Mo'er quickly stood up and regained the appearance of a human snake tail again, protecting her behind her.

This time, she can't lose anymore, behind her, there are too many people to protect, and she doesn't even have the qualifications to lose.

The evil spirit Nuwa stared at her blood-red eyes, raised one hand in the air, and then fell heavily.

The originally gray sky became more gloomy, and the light of the Scepter shot into the clouds, and then many huge fireballs began to fall from the sky.

Su Mo'er was shocked, turned around, and shouted to the people below with all her might:

"Hurry! All of them are water-based spells, and they resist with all their might. ”

There was a commotion below, but soon everyone calmed down, and everyone stood in a circle, concentrating all their forces and casting water spells.

The transparent water balls slowly expanded, and finally, enveloping the entire Five Spirit Sect sect, those fireballs smashed on the water balls, making a sizzling sound.

The billowing smoke continued to rise, and the outside of the water balloon was already covered by thick smoke, and the people inside the water balloon once again lost Su Mo'er and their figures.

Su Mo'er spread her hands and used her spiritual power to prop up an enchantment, and the fireballs were all concentrated on her side, and she had to resist with all her might.

The heads of the islands were not well fazed, and the fireballs fell into the seawater, which quickly boiled the seawater.

The evil spirit Nuwa seemed to be out of control, and her mouth kept roaring, sharp and piercing, and those fireballs were as dense as raindrops, and they kept falling.

The sound of explosions kept ringing in my ears, and the spiritual power consumption of the monks was getting faster and faster, and if I delayed for a while, the enchantment would be unable to hold on sooner or later.

At this time, Ming Yan's side was finished, the two swords stopped sucking blood, and Ming Yan let out a loud shout and forcefully put the two swords together.

The originally hard twin swords were like liquid in Ming Yan's hands, quickly fused together.

"Lin Moyu, the consciousness of Han Nu and Yan Yang is fused with the dual swords at this moment, if you want to drive this new sword, you can only rely on you. ”

Ming Yan said as he fused the two swords together with his palms, and then, with a violent force of both hands, a red and black sword burst out.

It was a magic sword, with a thick evil aura, and red lightning flashed around it.

Lin Moyu was originally in the illusion of the Yanyang Sword, and as the two swords fused, he felt that his consciousness body gradually disappeared.

Eventually, he realized that he had become a sword, and the blade of the sword was his body.

Ming Yan fell down, holding the magic sword tightly with both hands, Su Mo'er used her free hand to pull her, but only caught the magic sword handed by Ming Yan.

And the smoke fell directly and smashed heavily into the sea, Su Mo'er's eyes flashed with tears, and she shouted Master.

It's just that the fireball fell, and the smoke didn't float up, and Su Mo'er couldn't respond.

Su Mo'er's anger reached its peak, and Lin Moyu could clearly feel that anger turned into power and was absorbed by him.

There was a bloodthirsty thrill in his consciousness, he wanted blood, he needed blood to soothe his restless power.

Su Mo'er shouted angrily, and a pair of wings grew out of her back. It is a pair of blood-colored batwings.

The evil spirit Nuwa let out a laugh, pointed at Su Mo'er and said viciously:

"Look at you, you have the power of an ancient god, but you are controlled by the power of the demons. It's really ironic. ”

Su Mo'er ignored her taunts, let out an angry roar from her mouth, and swung her magic sword towards the evil spirit Nuwa.

The evil spirit Nuwa waved the scepter in her hand again, and the fireballs quickly gathered together, and then flew towards Su Mo'er.

"Break-" Su Mo'er shouted, and the fireball was split in half in response, and then exploded with a bang.

Su Mo'er rushed forward again against the hot waves, and the evil spirit Nuwa also flew towards her.

The two fought dozens of times with the weapons in their hands, but they still didn't know the winner, and Su Mo'er was never able to get close to the evil spirit Nuwa.

Attacking again, the two collided together, colliding with a brilliant red fire. The magic sword and the scepter were pressed together, and they couldn't help but tremble.

The evil spirit Nuwa gritted her teeth, showed her sharp fangs, and said viciously to Su Mo'er:

"You think you can defeat me like this, it's impossible, you and the entire upper realm, I want you to die. ”

The evil spirit Nuwa shouted angrily, and suddenly she saw an inexplicable smile on Su Mo'er's face.

She was shocked, but before she could react, she saw Su Mo'er suddenly let go, and the magic sword was gone.

Then, she felt a pain behind her, and before she had time to think about it, the evil spirit Nuwa roared and threw the final blow on Su Mo'er.

Su Mo'er was not afraid, and directly stretched out her palms to fight her. At that moment, the evil spirit Nuwa felt a steady stream of power pouring from her palm.

Su Mo'er spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there were blood stains under her mouth, but she smiled:

"Heh, haven't you always wanted these powers? Then I'll give you all of them, and it's up to you to see if you can afford it. ”

Before the evil spirit Nuwa understood the meaning of her words, the next moment, her body gave her an answer.

The power that was originally calm and suppressed by her was like a brewing volcano at this moment, and she couldn't wait to erupt.

This power is different from hers, the two are like fierce tigers fighting, stalemate.

Now, her whole body began to boil and roar, and the endless pain seemed to consume her.

That power came from the sword behind her, and the magic sword was inserted in her back at this moment.

The magic sword greedily seized the power passed down by Su Mo'er, along with the power in the body of the evil spirit Nuwa.

Su Mo'er and the evil spirit Nuwa couldn't help but howl in pain together, that magic sword absorbed not power, but simply vitality.

"Let go of me, you madman, let go of my ......"

The voice of the evil spirit Nuwa was hoarse and deformed, and she twisted the snake's tail desperately in an attempt to break free.

Su Mo'er endured the pain and hugged the evil spirit Nuwa to the death, the snake tails of the two were tightly entangled, and blood kept pouring out of her mouth.

Lin Moyu wanted to stop, but his consciousness was out of control, and the blood and power made him completely crazy, and he could only rely on instinct to keep absorbing.

The power of the demon race is to take away, and the ancient demon race relies on blood connections to desperately seize the power of other ancient gods.

Even Nuwa is no exception, the power of the demon clan is a loophole in the Heavenly Dao, as long as they lose their minds, they will start to seize it.

In the end, Su Mo'er fell from the sky with the evil spirit Nuwa and smashed into the sea.