Chapter 973: Crazy Slaughter Palace

Silver shines.

Dazzling and dizzy.

Everyone covered their eyes with their hands, squinted their eyes, and tried hard to see the fierce battle, but the silver light was dazzling, and they couldn't see the figures of the two people clearly, but they vaguely saw a scarlet figure moving in the silver light, and the figure was extremely fast, exuding a powerful demonic aura, just looking at it from a distance made people shudder.

Terror.

The strength of both of them is too terrifying.

In the silver light, Zhou Chen, who was completely filled with demonic blood, was scarlet all over, his face was hideous, and his figure flickered, constantly dodging the attacking silver light sword qi. The sword qi released by Mo Xie was out of order, always flashing in the dead corner unpredictably, Zhou Chen didn't know how many swords he had been stabbed, but fortunately he dodged in time, and the stabbed was not a fatal injury; under the effect of demon blood, the wound also scabbed over and recovered very quickly.

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

The sword qi kept shuttling, as fast as lightning, and Zhou Chen, who was covered in scarlet, quickly flashed, and the scarlet color on his body became more and more intense, especially a pair of eyes, which were almost completely filled with scarlet blood, and even the whites of his eyes and black pupils disappeared, like two large drops of blood imprinted in his eye sockets. Suddenly, Zhou Chen felt that something was wrong with his body, and it seemed that a huge force was gradually controlling him, making him gradually lose his mind.

Demonic?

This tremendous power is full of demonic nature.

What's going on?

Zhou Chen's heart was full of doubts, the demon blood of the Demon King Xingtian had left, there was no doubt about this, after all, the head office of the Origin God Group was destroyed because the Demon King Xingtian returned to the Demon Realm. Moreover, the Demon King Xingtian was stored in his body in order to occupy his own body and return to the Demon Realm, since he had already arranged for his possession in the head office of the Origin God Group, there was no need to snatch his body, and it was even more impossible to keep the demon blood in his body.

But now not only is the demonic blood reborn, but it also fills his whole body, causing him to gradually lose his mind.

What the hell is going on?

"How is it possible? How is the demonic nature getting stronger and stronger? This power is terrifying. ”

Mo Ye was also frightened, his cultivation was the strongest, he was closest to Zhou Chen, and he could deeply feel the demonic nature emanating from Zhou Chen's body more deeply than anyone else, and the demonic nature that made him feel terrified. He couldn't understand what was going on at all, why Zhou Chen was so full of demonic power, and the strength of this demonic nature was probably comparable to that of a true god.

Mo Ye panicked.

Completely panicked.

He lost faith from the bottom of his heart.

"Old thing, don't you want to kill this king! Zhou Chen, who was covered in scarlet, had a hideous face, completely like a murderous demon, roared angrily, clenched the magic sword with both hands, and said coldly: "Heavenly Demon Hundred Slashes." ”

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, the magic sword that Zhou Chen held tightly in both hands swung towards Mo Xie, the magic sword shone with blood light, and hundreds of sword qi roared in. Suddenly, the sound shook the sky, and a huge wave of air rushed away in all directions, and the air wave blasted out was like a flood beast, and all the places it passed were turned into ashes.

"Oh my God!"

"Run. ”

The guards who had been dodging far away felt the scattered air waves, and they were immediately terrified, and some of them yelled, without saying a word, and quickly ran in the opposite direction; some of the guards did not react, and some of the guards who were rushing towards the city lord's dormitory did not understand what was going on, and they were swept up by the air waves, and completely disappeared into the air waves, leaving only their frightened roars.

The guards who fled in time ran a few miles away, and they were almost to the outer wall of the palace, so that they were not swept up in the incoming air waves. They stopped, looking at the majestic palace at least half of the ground, and their hearts were palpitating, and if it was half a night, they were afraid that they would not have survived.

It's horrible.

Call~

Call~

Zhou Chen, who was covered in blood, was suspended in mid-air, panting heavily, staring at Mo Ye who fell to the ground covered in blood with a pair of eyes like blood droplets. Judging from the sound of the breath, Mo Ye's breath was weak, and there was no possibility of survival, Zhou Chen's blood-red face was expressionless, and his figure suddenly came, landing next to Mo Ye, who was lying motionless on the ground like a dead dog, and said coldly: "Trying to stop this king is simply looking for death." ”

Call~

Mo Ye gasped for a heavy breath, he endured the pain and slowly turned over, only to see that his body had almost been shattered, unrecognizable, one eye came out of the eye socket, drooping out, looking particularly terrifying, mad, this thing was simply more terrifying than a ghost, suddenly, he smiled, even more terrifying.

"You think you beat me, you're just a puppet......!"

"Huh?"

Zhou Chen's blood-red face was full of thick anger, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly moved, against Mo Ye's neck, and said coldly: "This king is this king, and this king will not be anyone's puppet." ”

"Really, hehe......" Mo Ye still couldn't stop laughing, he was very seriously injured, and laughing made his blood flow even more, but he didn't care, and continued: "You can feel it, you can't control this body at all, why do you deceive yourself?"

"This king said that this king will not be a puppet of anyone. ”

Zhou Chen roared angrily, his hand moved suddenly, and the magic sword slashed directly through Mo Ye's neck, and a head that had already been unrecognizable was cut off and kept rolling on the ground. But Zhou Chen didn't have any joy, he clenched his teeth, the tendons on his forehead burst out, his eyes were full of strong killing intent, and he shouted coldly: "Xingtian, you think your plan is perfect, you wait for this king." ”

As he spoke, Zhou Chen held the magic sword in his hand and walked towards the main hall with steps.

Fierce battles of terror.

The people who did not lose their lives in this fierce battle were completely frightened, and everyone's hearts were shrouded in deep fear; some people tried their lives to rush out of the palace, but the palace gate was already controlled by Zhou Chen's guards, and the fighting continued; some people were already paralyzed with fright, huddled in a place that they thought was safe and did not come out.

The guards who ran to the "safe zone" stared at the scene of the fierce battle, and they kept praying in their hearts, praying that they could see that it was Zhou Chen who came out.

A vague figure caught their eye.

Everyone was nervous, staring at the figure.

Clear.

When they saw the figure of an oil lamp shining in the white mist, they were completely excited.

King!

It's the king!

The king did not die.

It was Mo Ye who died.

"King. ”

The guards shouted excitedly, and rushed towards Zhou Chen, who was coming quickly, and when they arrived in front of Zhou Chen, they knelt down on one knee in unison, and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the king for killing Mo Xie." ”

Zhou Chen's scarlet face was full of indifference, without the slightest expression, he slowly stopped, and glanced at the guards kneeling on the ground with murderous intent; just one glance made the guards feel the fear of death in their hearts, and they panicked, not understanding why the king glanced at them with such cold-blooded eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

What happened to Wang?

All the guards couldn't help but have this question in their hearts.

Zhou Chen took a deep breath and ordered in a cold tone: "Slaughter the palace." ”