"Young man, you are too big!"

The Black Snake Marquis sighed, and suddenly raised his hand. From him, a terrifying darkness emerged, smeared like thick ink into water. Behind him, where the army was stationed, the entire Demon Snake Legion was forming a large formation, and the humans and beasts seemed to turn into a whole, and they were also submerged in darkness in an instant.

Suddenly darkness rose in heaven and on earth.

There is no light in the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon are eclipsed, and only darkness is eroding.

Zhou Ming had felt the Demon Snake Legion's Wild Snake Sect's Curse Demon Snake Technique, but until this moment, he didn't know how terrifying the complete version derived from the Beast Soul Master was.

Just the fluctuation of the dark momentum seems to pull people into the dark hell, and the invisible strange power erodes the mind, making people fall and lose in the darkness, and want to turn into this dark puppet.

Beside him, Wu Haodong suddenly closed his eyes, no longer daring to look at the battle in the sky, his clenched teeth made a staggered sound, and blood was quietly flowing out of the corners of his mouth and ear holes.

Not only him, but all those around him who were affected by the methods of the Black Snake Marquis were all deeply affected. The snakes, insects, rats and ants underground, no matter how deep they hid, all died silently under the power of this darkness. I don't know how many beast masters have fallen into the terrifying soul illusion, suffered heavy blows, and fell into the brink of life and death.

Under such circumstances, I am afraid that only the legionnaires who formed a military formation could effectively resist the aftermath of the battle and avoid the disaster of the pond fish.

Too many beast masters closed their eyes in fear, trying to stabilize their minds in horror, but Zhou Ming insisted. He didn't take his eyes off it, staring at the battle, even though bloodshot lines appeared in the corners of his eyes, and the darkness in the depths of his pupils grew bigger and darker like poisonous spots.

He knew that watching and feeling this level of battle was the best way to practice. Every beast soul master is a person who has penetrated the true secrets of the wild nature and comprehended the essence of the origin. They integrate wildness, body, and soul, and people have reached a certain fit and resonance with heaven and earth, and eternity.

In them, the deepest wisdom of this mysterious world is condensed. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the embodiment of the Beastmaster civilization.

Zhou Ming couldn't let go of such an opportunity. If you can't even look up and watch, how can you catch up?

There are too many people who missed the picture of the Black Snake Hou's shot, but Zhou Ming saw it all.

He saw that the darkness in the sky and the earth, the power of the Black Snake Marquis and the Demon Snake Legion, suddenly merged in the left palm of the Black Snake Marquis, turning into a black ball like a nightmare. The power of that black ball, the quality completely surpassed Gang Li, surpassed the Beast Yuan, and even surpassed the power of the Broken Capture Hou.

It seems to be a wild interpretation, a kind of embodiment of the beginning, a fruit of ancient times.

It was slammed out, passing in an arc in the air, seemingly slow, but the trajectory had nothing to do with speed, because it couldn't avoid it at all, and could only bear it with its body.

It's an attack that never misses.

Obviously, this is a super terrifying method, Rao is Black Snake Marquis is extremely old, his cultivation is unfathomable, and there is no way to exert it alone, but to rely on the power of the entire legion.

Silent, even shockless.

The black ball struck the Breaker, and then exploded.

It's not silent, it's loud.

The Marquis was overwhelmed by darkness in an instant, and the space around him was torn apart. The chaotic space was mixed with the tide of darkness raging and stirring in the sky, the sky and the earth were discolored, and everything was lightless.

At the moment when the black ball burst and the darkness radiated, Zhou Ming felt a strange sense of vanity, the whole person was fluttering, his heartbeat was disordered, and the picture in his eyes was shattered and distorted sharply.

It was a fatal blow from the aftermath of a terrifying blow.

At that moment, Zhou Ming felt death. He felt his heart spiral out of control, bursting with rage, and his soul faltering to the brink of disillusionment.

Woo, woo, woo......

At the moment of life and death, the mysterious horn sounded, quickly combing Zhou Ming's confused wildness, like a needle of the sea god, fixing his furious heart, and finally pulling him back on the edge of death.

“...... Will the Marquis of Broken Capture die?"

Zhou Ming trembled slightly, still refusing to look away, and couldn't bear to guess in his heart. Just the aftermath, it is already terrifying, and the first to bear the brunt of the captive marquis, what kind of terrifying blow should he bear?

In the next moment, in the rolling darkness, the iron-blooded god-like figure suddenly stepped out. The body was as firm as a rock in the sea, and in one step, he actually came to the front of the Black Snake Marquis.

At this moment, the Marquis of Broken Captives is simply like the embodiment of killing.

It's just that Zhou Ming keenly saw that between the gaps in the armor on his body, there was a faint trace of blood. Obviously, the unexpected blow of the Black Snake Marquis successfully injured the famous Marquis of the Mountains and Seas Kingdom, and he may have been injured a lot.

Boom!

The iron arm of the Broken Marquis stretched out, and the iron palm suddenly hit the air, and the seemingly simple movement, but the figure changed in an instant, thirteen directions.

The iron-blooded killing intent in the sky finally evolved into a terrifying edge.

Lore Stream!

The Marquis of Destruction is actually a beast soul master who cultivates and kills the stream. For the beastmasters of this genre, killing intent itself is equivalent to strength. In the Kill Stream, Killing Intent is the best catalyst, which can be incredibly harmonized with one's own strength, thus deriving terrifying combat power.

An iron-blooded edge full of extreme killing intent, the power was actually not to lose the black ball, and the mysterious horror was not much better, and it instantly attacked and killed in front of the Black Snake Hou.

Separate!

Like a knife cutting butter, the Black Snake Marquis sacrificed all kinds of body protection treasures and urged all kinds of body protection beast techniques, but he still couldn't really stop that sharp cut.

It cut through everything, like the embodiment of a killing god, like a life-seeking talisman, obliquely cutting open the chest of the Black Snake Marquis, and even cutting his heart.

"Ahh

The Black Snake Hou screamed wildly, but the wound on his chest gushed out not blood, but billowing black gas. Those black gases splashed down, like a thousand points of black rain, and where they fell, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, like broken stars smashing to the ground, impacting out a terrifying crater, and raising black plumes of smoke.

The Marquis of Destruction who sacrificed the lore stream was like a silent Shura, who didn't say a word at all, but just upheld the killing intent and attacked the enemy frantically. The enemy is not destroyed, and the war is endless.

When the Black Snake Hou screamed in pain and retreated, the Broken Prisoner Hou followed up like a shadow, his body shook the air, and once again sent out a terrifying edge.

The Black Snake Hou was caught off guard and had to raise his hand to cover the vital point. The black mist in the palm of his hand was wrapped around thousands of layers, like the claws of the terrifying monster under the abyss, swinging sharply, fiercely facing the sharp edge that cut at his face.

Phew!

The piercing sound of friction rippled between the heavens and the earth with the killing intent.

"My life is at stake!"

Wu Haodong suddenly let out a sad cry, his eyes were round, his expression froze, and then he fell straight to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

Zhou Ming was also uncomfortable, and entered the tyrant time in an instant. Affected by that killing intent, a body of power seemed to be captured by that killing intent, and instantly rebelled violently. He was struck by lightning, his body regressed sharply, and his chest was almost spurting out.

Fortunately, he entered the tyrant time in time, controlled his body, and swallowed all the backflow of blood. The blood of all souls is precious, and he doesn't dare to waste it at will. What's more, once it is spit out, under the blood and gas, if it is sniffed by someone with a heart, it will inevitably arouse suspicion and even encounter annihilation.

"It seems that tyrant time is not enough...... If only I could cultivate a killing intent in my heart!"

Looking up at the divine power of the Marquis of Broken Captivity, Zhou Ming couldn't help but yearn for it. For others, the Tyrant Stream was obviously more rare and more difficult to cultivate. However, for Zhou Ming, it was the opposite. He is aided by a mysterious horn, and when the time is right, it is a matter of course to comprehend the flow of tyrants. Then, when cultivating combat schools such as the Broken Affection Flow and the Killing Stream, he didn't have any advantages. If you really want to get started, for Zhou Ming, there is still a long, long way to go.

As the thought flashed through his mind, he saw an arm fly up violently, whirling and spinning in the air, carrying a black dragon-like dark smoke, and the uncontrollable burst of fire and churning, actually coming towards the direction where he was.

Although the blow failed to cut off the head of the Black Snake Hou, it successfully cut off one of his arms.

It is definitely not a fun thing to be close to a beast soul master who has cultivated extremely deep in the lore stream, even if it is as strong as the Black Snake Marquis, you have to pay the price for it.

"The juniors deceive people too much!"

The Black Snake Hou felt the crisis of life and death, roared wildly, how could he care about the severed limbs and broken hands, and between retreats, the remaining hand waved violently, and finally brewed a second black ball, which smashed into the Black Snake Hou in front of him in a rage.