The full blood-colored moon hung far over the canopy, and the sky was dark, but it was definitely not dark.

The blood moon was surprisingly bright, but for some reason its brightness didn't affect the color of the sky.

The whole space is actually only three colors.

A full moon of blood.

Black sky.

White desert.

The desert is quiet, except for the whirring wind and the crawling sounds of some unknown animals.

Two black shadows flickered like ghosts in the desert.

Their speed is extremely fast, and the night clothes and air rub together, bringing out a black aftermath.

The figure behind him suddenly spoke, and he asked in a low voice, "Tang Ze, is this really a sealing place?"

The wind of running lifted his night coat, and on his inadvertently exposed left hand, an ancient ring shone dimly.

The figure in front of him nodded as he walked, and suddenly realized that the person behind him could not see his nodding movement, so he had to reply in the same deep voice: "Blood Moon, Night Dome, Ghost Desert, all the scenes we can capture are consistent with the known information, of course this is the sealing place." ”

The people in the rear continued to ask, "But there are no Twelve Demon God Pillars here......! We've been going around this hellish place for three hours, and there's no breath of life fluctuations here!"

Tang Ze frowned and said with some uncertainty: "Or...... Did we get the vision?"

Hearing the word hallucination, the face of the person in the back instantly turned ugly.

The so-called visual hallucination is to confuse the five senses of human beings, thus causing people to hallucinate!

The divine laws involving the five senses are all stunts in the realm of the main gods.

Coupled with his superior perceptual ability, he was confident that even those demons that only existed in the Killing Manual would not be able to apply a high-level divine law of the level of hallucination to themselves without him noticing.

Further up, there's just that legendary creature.

Thinking of the world-destroying disaster twenty years ago, Rao couldn't help but lose his mind with his experience of a hundred battles, and his speed involuntarily slowed down a lot.

Tang Ze was keenly aware of his companion's psychological state, and shouted angrily: "Smith! Calm down!"

Smith came back to his senses, realized that the distance between him and his companion was gradually widening, and hurried to catch up.

When their distance was restored, Tang Ze looked back at him and asked, "Do you know why we haven't died yet?"

Smith was silent.

If it was really the Demon Lord who had awakened, there was only one explanation for their survival until now.

That thing was playing tricks on them.

In the eyes of that thing, they behave like circus clowns.

He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at the thought that he was as funny as a clown before he died.

He stopped, but the great inertia carried him forward for a short distance.

Tang Ze looked stunned and stopped.

He yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Smith looked at him, and his heart suddenly swelled up with courage that he had never felt before.

He looked somewhere in the sky.

As Tang Ze yelled, the spatial frequency of that place fluctuated a little.

It was subtle, but he was keenly aware of it.

"I don't want to run away," he said. ”

Not wanting to run away meant that he chose to fight.

With their strength, fighting that thing would be tantamount to killing themselves.

This is a battle to the death.

Tang Ze looked at Smith and looked him in the eye.

There was determination, anger, and even some fear in those eyes.

But it did not waver.

"Then try it, what if we can touch him?" he sighed.

In this desperate situation, he still dared to say that he could touch it instead of hurting it.

The blood-colored moonlight seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and a bright white light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a young man with a pale face slowly walked out of the white light and stood in mid-air.

He has long silver-white hair, fair skin but not sickly, and has a jade-like texture.

He looked at the two people below, his blood-red eyes revealing an aura of supremacy.

He spoke, and his voice seemed to come from heaven and hell.

"So long has passed since that war, and I've almost forgotten what the Holy Spirit blood looked like. ”

Tang Ze and Smith didn't know which war he was talking about, so they had to keep silent.

The young man continued, "I am Cambello, Lord of Blood and Stratagem. ”

Tang Ze sighed secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, it's the Demon Lord.

He opened his mouth and asked, "What about the other eleven masters?"

Cambello shook his head and didn't answer his words.

He asked again, "Are they all awake?"

Cambello chuckled, "I've never slept, so I can't talk about waking up." ”

Tang Ze was stunned.

Never slept?

If you've never slept, why not break the seal?

The twelve demon lords join forces, even if the Holy Spirit is alive, they will die!

As if seeing through what he was thinking, Cambello smiled, "The Kulizars spent so much money to construct this seal, how could they break it. I've been looking for a way out of this hellish place for years, and after countless calculations, I've finally come up with a plan...... But I'm missing one thing!"

Cambello's voice faded.

He looked at Don Ze and Smith.

He looked at the light and hope.

Tang Ze asked in a deep voice, "I don't know what exactly you need?"

Cambello chuckled, and the blood-colored moonlight converged on Tang Ze with his smile.

Tang Ze's back was cold, and cold sweat rose from his back, covering every inch of his body in the blink of an eye.

He was seen through.

From the past to the present, it has been seen through.

The moment the moonlight fell on him, he lost all privacy.

Cambello shook his head, a little disappointed.

He looked away and then at Smith.

Yuehua landed again.

Cambello frowned slightly.

He was still disappointed, but the man's body was barely usable.

He looked up at the Blood Moon, as if waiting for something.

But the blood moon ignored his gaze.

He shook his head, as if with some regret.

Then, with this regret, he stretched out his right hand and shook it at Smith.

A golden formation suddenly appeared under Smith's feet, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Cambello without resistance.

He was slightly stunned, then reacted immediately, and hit the cambello with a palm, and there was a faint black light shining on his hand.

Divine Law No. 58 - Obsidian.

Cambello seemed to chuckle and casually glance at the striking palm.

The air twisted, and blood burst out!

With just one gaze, Smith's palm turned into nothingness!

Cambello frowned and whispered, "Don't move!

He was a little afraid, if he hadn't recovered eighty percent of his spiritual power at the last moment, Smith's whole person would have turned into nothingness in his eyes!

If he loses this body, how many years will he have to stay in this hellish place?

He looked at Smith with a dead face, and a red light shot out of his blood-red eyes, which went straight into Smith's pupils.

He nodded.

I feel very satisfied.

Then he turned his head to look at Tang Ze, who was as stunned as a hen.

Tang Ze woke up suddenly, cold sweat flowed down his cheeks, dripping on the desert and disappearing.

He didn't dare to say that he was hurt before, thinking that it was self-knowledge.

Now I find that even if I touch the demon lord, it is an extremely arrogant remark.

He wanted to attack, but his body was limp and he couldn't get any strength.

He tried to escape, but his feet felt as heavy as lead.

He kept backing away.

Suddenly there was a fountain of blood in front of him.

Where did the blood come from?

Looking down, he saw the headless body, and then his vision slowly darkened.

The white sand on the desert swam slowly, and after a while, it covered Tang Ze's corpse and blood.

Cambello raised his right hand and swiped from the top right of his head to the bottom left of his waist.

The air was torn apart by his palm, revealing a mirror-like crack.

He looked at the crack, slowly closed his eyes, and fell straight from the sky, falling onto the desert and splashing white sand.

As he fell, Smith raised his head, stepped into the spatial rift, and vanished.

The whole space was filled with those three colors again.

It's as if nothing had just happened.