The divine power of Moseley's fire, raging on the surface of the sea, is unstoppable.

Zixiu looked at the surging flames under him, and the cicada wings wrapped his body, breaking the scorching flames. He knew very well in his heart that in the sea of fire, there must be a secret hidden secret, and the nine quasi-divine powers of the sea snake black mamba should not be underestimated.

Ready to go, the three sharp swords of the Ninth Heavenly Demon Sword began to transform, buried in the raging fire, gradually shrinking, and ethereal.

Moseley was in a sea of fire, his dark figure merging with the flames, and he seemed to be absorbing the power of the sea.

A sea turned into a raging sea of fire, more and more manic and restless.

In an instant, three dragons like fire suddenly emerged from the sea of fire, the raptor went out to sea, the dragon's head turned to the sky, and the tail of the long dragon was entwined together. Coiling rapidly, in an instant, Zixiu was locked.

As he had predicted, Mosley's power of fire, which controlled the endless flames, condensed into three flaming dragons, struck at him.

The three dragons, frenzied and reckless, would have been reduced to ashes if it weren't for the cicada wings protecting his body. What's even more terrifying is that the three entangled dragons locked him in, unable to move, and the small space kept collapsing, between life and death.

The sea snake black mamba, the nine-quasi-fire god Moseley, the attack power can be seen!

Change!

The Ninth Heavenly Demon Sword, the Ninth Heavenly Demon Transformation!

Attack!

Zi Xiu roared angrily, and the divine power field burst out, and the three magic swords were as thin as gossamers, cruising in the flames, and directly taking the door of life.

The sword of demonic transformation, don't count on killing!

Mosley drifted in the center of the sea of fire, looking at the dying and struggling Zi Xiu, with a cold gaze with a decisive killing intent. Suddenly, he realized that the dark tide was surging with three dead lights, and they were slowly coming.

As fine as nothing, as thin as a gossamer, the magic sword has become very small, and it is no longer visible to the naked eye, and only the divine power field can determine the direction and trajectory of the magic sword.

Mosley was unaware, his expression stunned, his Nine Quasi-Divine Authority Field was unable to block the death threat of the Demon Sword.

Shout!

There seemed to be a muffled sound, and Mosley glared as he watched as the three rays of death light sank into his primordial spirit. The magic sword pierced through his primordial spirit, and in an instant, his soul was gone.

The Nine Quasi-Divine Power Field disappeared in an instant, and the three fire dragons lost the support of their energy in an instant and fell into the deep sea. The blazing fire went away with the wind, and everything returned to calm, and above the sea, the waves rolled, and there was no fire.

Zixiu, who escaped the catastrophe, calmed down, looked at the scene in front of him, and was shocked. Moseley is not like a crane, piercing through the primordial spirit, his soul disappears, and his life is whimpering.

Mosley floated in the air, his cloak disheveled, his head in his hands, and wailed in pain. Although he didn't die immediately, the original god was frustrated, and for a while, it was impossible to activate Shenwei again.

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Su Daozhi stood not far away, watching the thrilling battle.

He didn't expect that Moseley was hit by the heavy blow of the magic sword, and he didn't die immediately, and he muttered in his mouth: "It's strange, the Ninth Heavenly Demon Sword, why didn't you kill Moseley, can it be ......?"

Li Wei on the side was terrified, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a three-quasi-martial god could defeat the sea snake black mamba and Moseley. He saw the clue and exclaimed loudly: "The Ninth Heavenly Demon Sword turned out to be a killing artifact, soul killing, fortunately, Mosley had an artifact to protect his body, so he was saved from death." ”

Su Daozhi looked over and asked in surprise, "You mean that Moseley has an artifact that can resist soul attacks?"

"Yes, it's his black cloak, and it's called Moon Remnant!"

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Mosley's primordial spirit was battered, his expression was in pain, and he staggered and fell outside the Flying Crane Court.

Zixiu put away the cicada wings, walked up to Moseley, and smiled coldly: "Moseley, the Ninth Heavenly Demon Sword didn't kill you, count you lucky." Still, I don't think you'll be able to withstand the double attack of the magic sword. ”

The frightened Mosley, with his black cloak open, his blood-red eyes dimmed a lot, full of horror, and he resigned: "Don't kill me, if there is anything, we can discuss it well." ”

Death threats are the best way to conquer!

He glanced at Su Daozhi and said, "Xiao Su, you go and talk to the rest of the detachment leaders about gathering troops tomorrow." The number of troops sent by each detachment was counted. ”

Then, Zi Xiu picked up the ghostly slender Moseley and flew to the dome of the Flying Crane Court.

The wind is high on a moonlit night, and you can watch the waves from the shore!

Mosley calmed down a little, and the fatal blow of the Ninth Heavenly Demon Sword, with the block of the remnant of the moon, was traumatized and did not die. He looked up at Zi Xiu, worried, and said, "As long as you let me go, I will agree to your request and send troops to Qihao Island." ”

Zixiu breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly frowned: "Moseley, there is one thing I want to ask you, you told me that in the first battle last year, you were killed and injured 20,000 people, how could you lose so badly?"

Moseley sat down on the ground, breathed slowly, sighed and replied: "Doomed defeat, the three regions of the North Sea, the Eastern Continent have not won a battle for more than a hundred years, and they have lost more and more miserably. ”

"Why, the enemy is too strong?"

"That's just one aspect, there are secrets that no one knows!"

Zixiu was immediately stunned, his expression suddenly became nervous, and he stared at him: "What unknown secret, tell me about it?"

"I can't tell you, I don't dare!" Moseley winced, terrified.

Looking at Moseley's expression in a trance, he was startled. It didn't seem to be caused by the injury of the original god, but in his eyes, there seemed to be an indescribable fear, a fear that penetrated the soul.

Zixiu sneered: "If you're not afraid of death, you don't have to say it." ”

Moseley was silent for a moment, took a breath of cool air, and said softly: "In the North Sea, there is an unknown monster, I don't know if it is a god or a demon, I will make it a demigod, an existence that surpasses the Heavenly Martial God!"

The demigods, who don't know what they are, are really famous.

"You're not bluffing me, demigod, why don't I know that there are such monsters in this world?" Zi Xiu was skeptical, and smiled bitterly.

Mosley sat upright, lifted up his black cloak and explained, "I have been killed by your soul, and I have no soul to fly, all thanks to this cloak, its name is Moon Remnant, which was given to me by the demigod. ”

"Have you seen the demigod?"

"I've only seen it a few times. I feel like it's just like me now, with some sort of soul trauma. Moseley realized something and became excited: "When it was at its peak, it should have been a great master-like existence, but it was only when the primordial god was hit hard and the mana was lost, so it became a demigod with transcendent divine power and a trance!"

If this is true, the pattern of the North Sea is blurred once again.

He looked cautious, sat down, and asked in a whisper, "Well, I believe what you say." Why did the demigods give you the remnant of the moon?"

There are two types of artifacts, one is an offensive artifact and the other is a defensive artifact. The soul defense artifact is expensive and not something that ordinary people can have.

"I'm an eyeliner it planted on the mercenary's side, but it wasn't my intention. Moseley became extremely uneasy, and his whole body trembled: "The demigods are too powerful, they come and go without a trace, and they kill people without a trace. The former major general of the third column, I didn't kill it, it was a demigod who killed it. ”

Zi Xiu's eyes were stunned, and he exclaimed: "What, what do you mean, I am also in danger?"

"Don't worry about it for the time being, with what I know about it, after killing a martial god, the demigod will enter a dormant period, which will last for about three months. ”

At this point, he breathed a sigh of relief and was relieved.

In this way, there is a transcendent existence on the Beihai side that dominates the battle situation in the Beihai. The military balance between the Eastern Continent and the Snowy Region was deliberately broken, so that the contradictions between the mercenaries and the group army continued to escalate.

Zi Xiu thought for a moment and asked, "It seems that if you want to really reverse the decline, you need to find this demigod. However, why does it want to attack us, and what kind of enmity does it have against the Eastern Continent?"

Moseley thought about this question for a long time, and his expression became serious: "The Eastern Continent belongs to the goddess of Huanning, the Eastern Group Army has not won a single victory in the third theater for a hundred years, and the Eastern Continent lacks stone resources across the board. I think the reason why he became a demigod should be due to the goddess Huanning!"

There is some truth in this analysis.

He calmed down, didn't ask any more questions, and smiled indifferently: "Mosley, you can recuperate from your injuries in peace, during this time, I will be solely responsible for the mercenaries." As for the demigods, you know that I know the heavens and the earth, and you must not tell outsiders. ”

Mosley was forced by the soul of the Ninth Heavenly Demon Sword to kill, so he had to obey and responded: "Okay, I will inform Li Wei and listen to them." ”

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At this time, Su Daozhi flew up, with a happy face: "Brother Xiu, I have already counted the standing forces of the mercenary army, there are a total of 45,000 people, one-third of whom are left on Huangyan Island, and 30,000 people can be called." ”

He looked at Moseley and smiled: "Moseley, inform them that tomorrow evening, 30,000 mercenaries will assemble in Feihe Court, ready to go, and march to Qihao Island!"

"Don't obey orders!"

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