Cangge retracted the foot that had stepped on Mo Lan's body, and almost invisibly showed a hint of a smile, and stretched out his hand to stop Mo Lan's head.

The void shook, and wisps of chaotic qi condensed into thunder, roaring down with the power of ten thousand jun. But before approaching Mo Lan, he was intercepted by Cangge's outstretched arm.

The manic thunder was attracted by the thin arm and exploded, and Cangge's arm quickly cracked into a crack, but it did not emit a scorching smell, nor did it affect Mo Lan below.

Mo Lan got up, came back to his senses, and muttered, "Heavenly Tribulation...... I'm in the Forty Percent Realm?" The people of the Blood Clan, with a curse, when the control of the bloodline reaches forty percent, that is, the Forty Percent Realm, every breakthrough in the future will experience a catastrophe.

But Mo Lan ...... He's always been "0"!

"Dream on you!" Cang Ge received two thunderbolts without changing his face, and did not withdraw his arm, but just kindly explained: "The Blood Clan Heavenly Tribulation does not come from the proportion of power control, but from the strength of power control.

For almost all the blood clans, only when the qualitative change of the Four Percent Realm broke through, would they touch such a powerful force, attracting the Heavenly Tribulation. ”

As he spoke, several thunderbolts roared and fell, and the thunder rolled and the rage continued. Cangge took it all without exception, and the skin of the outstretched arm cracked, flowing golden blood, but it didn't enter his eyes: "It's just 'almost', after all, it's just 'almost'." ”

His eyes fell on Mo Lan, and Cangge seemed to be a little disgusted: "Your level is at most one percent of your control." ”

One percent......

Mo Lan spread out her hands almost tremblingly, feeling the one-hundredth power control flowing in her body, and she was so excited that she couldn't control herself.

Although it is only an insignificant "1", there is no need to compare it with the Tianjiao's several realms, and even the "10" required by the adult assessment is still extremely far away, but Mo Lan is finally no longer "0".

A whole hundred years!!

No matter how hard Mo Lan practiced, he had never been able to take an incomparably small step in the eyes of others! he had never been able to control even the slightest bit of his own bloodline's power!

The distance between 0 and 1 is insignificant in the eyes of others, but in Mo Lan, it is the distance between heaven and earth.

"You have no idea how powerful your bloodline really is. After the nine thunderbolts fell, the clouds of the Heavenly Tribulation slowly dispersed, and Cangge shook his body to dissolve the shattered black trench coat and transform into a blood-colored robe.

"If you break the Zero Realm, in terms of absolute strength, you are enough to compete with the so-called Forty Realm. This is the power of the Supreme Pureblood. ”

Supreme, pureblood

When Mo Lan was a child, there were countless people who mentioned this title in front of him, and those people worshiped at their feet with great respect and admiration.

However, as Mo Lan grew up day by day, but did not make any progress, those people were disappointed one by one. When Mo Lan was 100 years old and didn't even have a little control, no one mentioned the term "Supreme Pure Blood" anymore.

His voice trembled a little, Mo Lan was desperate for too long, and he really couldn't believe that this was his own turnaround: "But, doesn't the fable say that when I am a hundred years old, I should lead the blood clan to prosper forever?"

"That's their stupidity. Cangge's tone was contemptuous, and he didn't care how many people he scolded in one sentence: "Centennial years old to start a new journey, it does not mean that you are incomparably powerful when you are 100 years old, but that 100 years old is your starting point! Before you are 100 years old, you have not awakened at all." ”

Mo Lan's heart, which had been silent for a hundred years, suddenly gave him a feeling of beating violently. Is 100 years old the starting point? Can he still start over?

"Come, try it, depending on what you've just grown. Cangge smiled and stretched out his fingertips, pointing at Luo You, the only one that still existed in the venue.

Luo You instantly regained his color, and then looked at the empty hall with a blank expression, and turned his gaze to Mo Yuan in front of him: "Are you moving your hands and feet?"

Mo Lan was startled. This guy, can't see Cangge?

However, without him having a chance to explain, Luo You was already angry, he never thought that he would suffer in front of this waste: "You are looking for death!"

When the words fell, Luo You had already raised his fist and rushed over!

Luo You has the bloodline of a platinum nobleman, even if it is only a sideline, at this time, he also has the control of the bloodline of the realm. He threw a punch with all his might, and if it was Mo Lan in the past, it would be impossible to react at all.

But nowadays, it's different.

Almost instinctively, Mo Lan saw the fist coming towards her, and slapped her right hand on her chest, unexpectedly knocking Luo You's fist out of the way.

Luo You's feet shook, he didn't expect Mo Lan to be so capable, and the atmosphere in his heart was even better, so he stomped on the ground and kicked it.

However, this action was not fast in Mo Lan's eyes, Mo Lan just instinctively reached out and grabbed Luo You's kicking leg, and then pushed forward, Luo You was pushed back by a strong force, and fell heavily to the ground!

With only one percent of his control, Mo Lan had already suppressed Luo You in the Yicheng Realm in terms of strength and speed!

Luo You, who fell, just wanted to use the power of his bloodline, but Cangge had already waved his hand again, turning him into ashes. The value of this tool man is not much, and it is enough for Mo Lan to have some awareness of his own improvement.

Cangge smiled, like a salesman who had just let a customer try a product: "How about it, have you thought about it? Worship me as a teacher, at most ten years, you can blind everyone's eyes." In less than a hundred years, you will be able to run rampant in the Nine Realms, and no one can be bullied. ”

Mo Lan, who came back to her senses, was once again shocked by the man's self-confidence. "No one dares to deceive" is not enough, but "no one cannot be bullied"! How arrogant and rampant is this?

"You're too confident in yourself, aren't you? There are many supreme masters in the Nine Realms, and neither the legendary Lucifer nor Michael have ever said that like you. ”

"Heh," Cangge chuckled, "Lucifer, that's my brother, Michael that's my subject, I can do whatever I want up and down the Nine Realms, you think I'm joking?"

Cut......

Mo Lan pursed her lips, refusing to believe this guy's nonsense. Lucifer and Michael, who are the supreme figures of legend, make him speak like his own little brother. You can put up with what you can.

Looking at Mo Lan's obviously suspicious look, Cangge continued to lean over and instigate: "Don't hesitate, worship me as a teacher, believe in God, the beings of the Nine Realms can bite whoever they want, isn't this day fragrant?"

"It doesn't smell. Although his heart has begun to waver, the guy in front of him is an existence that claims to be a god, and the disdain for gods in his blood still makes Mo Lan blurt out a rejection.

"So, you reject me?" Cangge's voice turned cold, and his teasing expression disappeared.

Mo Lan was not frightened: "Yes, what about refusal?"

"Good, good......"

Cangge didn't dwell on it anymore, sneered and took a step back, smiling meaninglessly: "You don't want to apprentice, but I want to help you." Every day from now on, I will force you to ascend with a life-and-death crisis.

You should understand that I am taking a very serious shot, if you really can't dodge, you will definitely die. Since you don't want to believe in the gods, let's try to survive!"

Leaving such a sentence, Cangge's figure disappeared out of thin air.

The time that had been stopped also returned to normal, and everything disappeared without a trace, and Mo Lan actually felt a little abrupt.

That Cangge didn't really want to kill himself, did he......

The room full of enemies has been reduced to nothingness, and although there is not a drop of blood to be seen, the lives that have disappeared here are by no means a hand. Mo Lan actually sighed a little, Cangge's strength was already comparable to his father.

No, even if it's his own father, can he really imprison time and space with a wave of his hand?

......

Before a sea of blood, Cangge's figure suddenly appeared, no longer chic and arrogant, but covered his heart with a pale face, and did not move for a long time.

Here, it is the underworld, the eighteen-story underworld.

Many people can't tell the difference between the demon world and the underworld, and there are always people who mistakenly think that they will go to hell to be tortured after death, but in fact, hell is a place of pleasure that many people dream of but can't ask for.

The Hell under Lucifer's administration is actually extremely luxurious and gorgeous, and it is a place where countless demons pursue their freedom and dreams. It is the underworld that is really in charge of the cycle of life and death. It is the underworld that punishes the sins of previous lives and is reborn.

If the soul that bears sin wants to be reincarnated, it must first go to the first to eighteenth layer of the underworld to serve the sentence and wash away the sins, and each of the eighteen layers of the underworld has a little more blood and cruelty, and those sins that have been washed away remain in the underworld, condensing the evil energy of the whole world for generations.

A thick aura gathered in the dark red eighteen-story dungeon, and an ominous dead aura rose from the muddy crimson soil. Cangge's dark red robe was wet and sticking to his body, the fog was clear, and the space was viscous like a puddle of mud.

The chaotic black fog hovered on the surface, taking advantage of the moment of Cangge, to stop and climb on his ankles. There were too many souls that couldn't help but be tortured in the eighteenth-layer dungeon, and only the scorched wisps of remnant souls were still struggling to drag the souls of others into the abyss.

However, they pestered the wrong people.

Looking down at the resentful spirit wrapped around his ankle, Cangge was expressionless, just coldly spit out a sentence of "get out", which was even more lifeless than this underworld.

As if it had seen something terrible, the wraith unshackled and retreated to the ground. The wails of the entire eighteen-story dungeon stopped in an instant, and all the resentful spirits retreated out of a radius of a few feet, falling into a dead silence heavier than iron.

The condensation of resentment has turned into a sea of rain, and the scythe of punishment is no longer flying unrestrainedly. In mid-air, a black sun swirled and burned, constantly dissolving and dripping out of ink-like juice, flowing into the equally viscous ink-like sea of resentment.

The blood-colored curtain was covered with tiny cracks, and it trembled like a beehive. Countless chains hung from the void, bound to the slender figure floating in the middle of the sea of resentment.

That figure has the same face as Cangge.

With the constant throbbing pain in his heart, Cangge struggled to gather his strength and continued to send it to the seal. Looking up at the black sun in mid-air, his face was solemn.

He has suppressed the source of all evil for tens of thousands of years! It is the first time that such an irrepressible restlessness has been encountered.

God is right, the source of all evil has appeared, and the source of all evil is about to erupt, but he just cut off his divine consciousness not long ago, and only half of it was suppressed over the sea of blood, and he no longer has the ability to suppress this outbreak.

The source of all evil is the collection of all the grievances of the six realms of the Nine Realms, which is difficult for the underworld to bear before being banished to Cangge, and he himself is the last line of defense of the Nine Realms.

That will be the real end of the world, when the time comes, the palace will collapse, the mountains and rivers will be destroyed, and the hundreds of millions of living beings in the Nine Realms will not be able to escape the catastrophe.

Therefore, the Cangge that suppresses the root of all evil will be regarded as the balance of the whole world.

And at this moment, the root of all evil species is about to mature, and it is hopeless to completely suppress it. The germination of the source seed is equivalent to the appearance of a clone at the source of all evil. But Cangge alone could not suppress the two parts together.

For the sake of today's plan, the only way to do this is to kill them as soon as possible before the resurrection of the Ten Thousand Evil Sources takes root, delay the outbreak as much as possible, and wait for Cangge's divine consciousness to recover, and everything can be solved.

As long as Cangge is complete, he can protect the peace of the Nine Realms for thousands of years.

Cangge is not lying, he is the son of God.

It is the balance of the whole world.

He shouldn't have hesitated.

However, the source of all evil species is parasitic on Mo Lan's body.

Mo Lan ...... Why Mo Lan......

Cangge's pale fist clenched silently.

Even if you turn into the source of evil and your heart into the common people, there is something that cannot be touched in the bottom of Cangge's heart.

Even if you bury yourself, some people must not be sacrificed.