"You're damned!"

The Emperor of Calamity was like crazy, his killing intent was like substance, and the whole person turned into an afterimage, and in the next moment, he rushed to Mo Huan, with a big hand with endless chill, like a meteorite coming from outside the sky, and slapped it hard. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Rumble!

The corpse puppet's eyes flashed with cold light, this place was not suitable for fighting with a stone sword, it simply clenched its fist like a grinding plate, and slashed at the Emperor of Calamity, like an ancient dragon resurrected, earth-shattering, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Shout!

At the same time, Chaoyun and the others also struck, and the giant sword in their hands tore through time and space, and fiercely attacked the neck of the Emperor of Calamity, while the vine whip of the green pothos was divided into eight places, attacking its ears, eyes, mouth, nose, heart, and other vital points, and every place selected, it would be fatally injured if it was hit.

"Spit on!"

Weaving bamboo's eyes flashed coldly, opened his mouth and spit out a green sword light, and when it was handed over to the air, it actually released a subtle sound of 'poof', this is the sword light is actually highly poisonous, and the weaving bamboo body is a wasteland poisonous spider, and the venom is its most terrifying killer.

"Get out of here!"

The Emperor of Calamity shouted, but in the face of everyone's attacks, he couldn't solve it as easily as he did just now, so he could only change the direction of the big palm that was slapped towards Mo Huan, facing the fist of the corpse puppet, and at the same time put his other hand on his chest and pinched out a handprint.

Rumble!

With a hard blow to the corpse puppet, the body of the Calamity Emperor shook violently, and then a red light curtain formed in front of him, and the next moment, Chaoyun, Luluo, and Zhizhu's attacks all fell on him, but they couldn't pass through the light curtain, but just shook him back. Kneel and beg for a hundred eyes to sing

"Childe, he ......"

Zhizhu and the others were stunned when they saw this, the power of the Emperor of Calamity just now was extremely terrifying, how could it become so weak all of a sudden, although it was not really weak, but it was much worse than the powerless depression like a mountain just now.

"Hmph, he's just a paper tiger now."

Mo Huan sneered, thinking that he was really not mistaken.

Just now he was very puzzled why the Emperor of Calamity wanted to delay them, so when he listened to his story, he had been observing carefully, and then he found that every time the Emperor of Calamity inadvertently fell to the coffin behind him, he always came over to block it intentionally or unintentionally.

Although he behaved very casually, he still attracted Mo Huan's attention after a few times, which naturally made him suspicious, but fortunately, when he entered here, he was already in a state of natal soul possession, and the eye of heaven was opened.

Relying on the ability of the Heavenly Eye to perceive all things, he found that the body of the Emperor of Calamity was a little strange, and there was a feeling of emptiness and reality, and in the coffin behind him, there was a faint figure lying there, and between that figure and the Emperor of Calamity, there was a light that could not be detected by the naked eye and divine sense, like a pipe.

In an instant, he figured out something-

The original Emperor of Calamity did die, but he did not die completely, but fell into a kind of transformation that seemed to be dead but not dead, and then he was buried as if he was dead, but his soul always existed, but it fell into a deep sleep.

After being buried in this mausoleum, he was constantly affected by the demonic energy underground, and finally mutated for countless years, and when he woke up again, he had already turned into a demonic soul and could never return to his body.

Therefore, he could only recondense a body, but this body had no strength, and the original power was still left on the body, so he did not leave the coffin, in addition to cultivating a new body, he also kept refining the body and retrieving the power that belonged to him.

This is also why he didn't appear when Mo Huan and the others entered the dungeon, and only ran out in panic when Mo Huan wanted to take away the coffin, at that time, it must have been that his new body did not contain much power, so he wanted Wukong to turn against the water, so that there would be an extra assistant by his side, but he didn't want Wukong to refuse.

So he changed his mind, exhausted the last strength of his new body, and used thunder to attack Wukong and resist everyone's blows, so as to shock everyone, and in the next story, he delayed time, also in order to extract power from his body to kill the enemy.

But he didn't expect to be seen through by Mo Huan and took away the coffin, which led to the disconnection from the body, that is to say, all his efforts over the years have been in vain, so he was so crazy just now.

These are the conjectures that Mo Huan got based on the clues observed, and in fact it turned out to be true, but it was a pity that during the period of time he observed, the Emperor of Calamity had already recovered a lot of strength, and his strength was infinitely close to the **** realm.

"Paper tigers?"

Zhizhu stared at him in surprise: "Childe means that he was so powerful just now, just pretending?" ”

"It can't be said to be pretending, at least he's still very powerful, but let him change something powerful, but let me take it over."

Looking at the Calamity Emperor with an uncertain face, Mo Huan smiled faintly, what he was referring to was naturally the coffin containing the body of the Calamity Emperor.

"How do you know?"

Suddenly he couldn't kill Mo Huan, and at this time, the crazy look of the Emperor of Calamity was also slightly restrained, looked at him, and said coldly.

"Want to know? I won't tell you! ”

Mo Huan sneered, and then said to Chaoyun: "Retreat again, go to an open place and play with him again!" ”

After saying that, he immediately retreated, and Zhizhu and the others immediately followed, this is indeed not a good place to fight, accidentally shattering this place, everyone will be buried alive, although he is not afraid, but he can't let go of his hands and feet.

"Humph!"

The Calamity Emperor seemed to understand this, but he didn't stop it, his eyes were red like blood, and he followed with a cold snort.

"How dare you come out!"

After exiting the Mausoleum Palace, Mo Huan looked at the Calamity Emperor who was closely following, took out the Shennong Ding, and with a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of Wasteland Poisonous Spiders and Ghost Withered Vines that had advanced to the Immortal Vine King were summoned in an instant.

"Hmph, the environment was limited before, and they couldn't meet the enemy, but now it's different."

Looking at the dense 'little brothers' around him, Mo Huan's eyes narrowed, and he shouted: "Go on, push him to death!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, a sharp roar came out of the mouths of the green pothos and the weaving bamboo, passing the order to them, and then, all the wasteland poisonous spiders and immortal vine kings all moved, like a righteous and orderly army, rushing towards the Calamity Emperor.

In an instant, the earth shook!

Don't look at these wasteland poisonous spiders and immortal vine kings are just ground-level demon beasts, but the most powerful thing about them is that they are numerous, even if they face enemies one or two great realms higher, they can push them to death!

Not to mention that they have been in the secret territory of Shennong, eating and drinking well, and the divine spring is moisturized, each of them is extremely strong, compared to ordinary people of the same kind, they are capable of two!

"Damn it!"

The Emperor of Calamity had a gloomy face, looking at the endless army of poisonous spiders and immortal vine kings, his teeth crunched, as a person who had experienced countless wars, he knew better than anyone else the terrifying tactics of the sea of people.

When the quantity reaches a certain level, there will be a qualitative change!

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