Mo Li stood straight. His eyes seemed to be filled with a very mysterious diaphragm. Well, he couldn't keep his peace of mind anymore. Because in his eyes, there are countless runes at this moment, like tadpole texts, constantly galloping forward. Quickly disappeared into his eyes. It is strange and unpretentious. It seems to have gone through countless years of baptism and precipitation. The fluttering runes completely returned to their previous aura at this moment. It is as if they are welcoming their kings and even their successors.

...... The magma in the distance is constantly flying with bats. They are no longer the same as they used to be in the bamboo forest. Dressed in a dark cloak. The corners of his mouth kept grinding his sharp teeth. Bared teeth. It is hideous and terrible to rise up and start a business. It seems to be able to gnaw on many living beings in the world. This includes pure-blood creatures. Their eyes also had runes of fire flowing. Wings flapped around the skeleton. It's like the Dharma protector who has been waiting for countless years. Now there is a long-lost relief.

The wings that appeared on Moli's back at this moment seemed to be invisibly pulled. The fan is getting faster and faster. You can even see that the two demon bats are screaming at each other. It seems to be looking out of the air. The flowing runes weave together. It's roaring. It was as if waiting for the person they wanted to wait for.

Moli's eyes were still burning and shining. Sparkle. Tears were pouring from the corners of his eyes. A faint touch of golden blood floated down his cheeks. It seems to have been pulled invisibly. Tears of blood drifted into the hollow eyes of the bones. The snort seemed to divide into countless bloodshots. Dissolves into the limbs.

Airplanes...... The whole skeleton suddenly bloomed with dazzling blood. Soaring into the sky. His eyes seemed to be extremely viscous. His bones also seemed to have countless blood streaks wandering. Densely packed all over the body. The clicking sound continued. The handwriting on his body is also fluttering like an elf. Wrap around.

The scepter erected beside him also emitted a humming whistle. Countless tadpole texts are also sprang out. One after another. It looks like a cloud. The golden ones floated in mid-air, arranged with each other, as if forming a terrible coercion. It seems to have a rival look. The momentum of the Eight Desolations. Mo Li was in a trance in his heart. It was as if he had arrived at the man of God who crisscrossed the nine heavens and ten earths. Holding the flames. Stormy.

The floating runes then disappeared into Moli's mind one by one. It seems to be being passed on. Even some residual pictures of Zhu Rong before his death are appearing intermittently. Incomplete. But it was all imprinted in his mind.

And in the ablation of the fog. The brutality of the killing seemed to be waning. Able to get into the rolling mist. There were countless embarrassed figures that came out of nowhere. They were all stained with blood to a greater or lesser extent. It was the blood of the enemy. It also has its own blood. Even the breath became extremely chaotic. Pallor. Even those old men were panting and standing in the air at the moment. When their eyes were staring straight ahead. The complex and angry emotions in my heart exploded instantly.

That...... It turned out to be the Eucharist. How could he have arrived in this area before we did? Why. Could it be that he has an inexplicable relationship with this fire god? The crowd erupted in what seemed to be a sea of rage. The sound was like thunder. Silenced all voices in the place.

No way. He must not be allowed to succeed. If we don't disperse, we will definitely be suppressed by him on this Mars. Several old men screamed with extremely hideous faces. The divine power in the body is stirring. It seems to be about to strike a world-destroying blow.

You guys. The Holy Sacrament is actually receiving the inheritance. Those terrible runes were literally resurrected at this moment. Will he get the legendary inheritance?

No way. He must not be allowed to get it. Be sure to stop him. Otherwise, there will be a catastrophe.

Gotta kill him......

The faces of countless extraterritorial monks were extremely angry. They were inexplicably attacked and killed by living beings. And the Eucharist stood before them unscathed. Now it's time to accept the Vulcan legacy. They are unwilling. Be sure to stop it as much as possible. If you can take the opportunity to kill the Holy Sacrament. That's even better.

Blessing Formation. Several old men did not hesitate any longer. Keep clapping your hands. The runes that surround the palm of the hand are released in contraction. After a while. In mid-air, eight extremely domineering sword blades appeared. It is purely made up of a large number of runes. Far better than a substantive blade. It's covered in ghostly imprints.

And at the moment. All the monks shot their divine power straight away. Countless divine rays are shuttling. Spells are intertwined. All of them did not enter the eight sword blades. The faint halo of light exploded at this moment. It seems to represent the most brutal killing. The sinister atmosphere is strong. The buzzing continued. Ringing in your ears.

Eight fierce swords. Kill. The cold and monstrous sound of murderous intent resounded like rolling thunder underground. The eight blades spun instantly. Derived from the Bagua Array. Countless runes swung into the blade with the dance of the blade. The forces of destruction are intertwined. is raging. The Bagua Array has a good reputation. Even the Eight Fierce Swords are derived from the Bagua Array. Complement each other.

Spatial concussions. Countless bubbling lava recoiled. Splash in all directions. The light flows. There was a cold black light shining brightly. A certain moment. The runes are all restrained. The Eight Fierce Swords also blasted forward.

Kill. The Eight Fierce Swords seem to contain the resentment of all the monks and even the living beings here. The strong killing intent also seemed to be stimulated by traction at this moment.

Rumble. Eight fierce swords. The murderous word is the first. Rushed straight towards Moli. Explosive power strikes instantly. And just as he was about to touch Moli's back. On the surface of his body, there was a fire armor transformation in an instant. Endless runes of fire are wriggling. It greatly offset the impact of the Eight Fierce Swords. Sparks covered the sword. Blazing and edifying. It seems to be able to burn financial stones. Annihilate the runes above.

Poof...... The aftermath of the blast of power swept in both directions. The monks who were in the vicinity were completely spontaneously combusted. It was completely annihilated in the flames. Even the monks in the distance coughed up blood. He stared at Mo Li in disbelief. There was an unconcealed shock.

How is this possible. These eight fierce swords are the secret methods forged by the ancient strange people. I couldn't help him. Everyone's hearts felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Icy all over.

Bang...... Mo's wings flapped on his back. Many fire runes rolled towards his body like a halo of light in an instant. I saw him turn around slowly. No sorrow, no joy. The complexion is as calm as water. His eyes were still so red. The phantom of the demon bat filled his pupils. It was as if the flame runes were rippling. into his body.

His eyes flashed. It really felt like two scorching flames. Extremely fiery and blazing. His mind seemed to have the roar of the Great Dao. The God King Ding also bloomed at this moment. Blend in with it. It's like bathing and baptism. Accept the ......