Those strange tentacles burrowed directly into the bones of the Lord of Storms, trying to drag the bones of the Lord of Storms into the coffin.

Once you're in the coffin, you don't have to think about it again. Just like the four angels before it.

Inside the coffin, there is a black hole, a dead domain, and an abyss.

Although the Lord of the Storm was insane, he clearly instinctively felt fear, and he struggled desperately, his sword tearing through, directly cutting off a row of tentacles.

But more tentacles immediately entangled, filling in those tiny gaps.

As the Lord of the Storm struggled, the earth shook violently, cracking cracks.

The suppressed roar in his throat spread through the air like ripples, and the coffin clicked and swayed, and Roger was even a little worried about whether the coffin would suddenly fall apart.

Call......

Midair.

Ah Huo's figure swooped down again.

Only a snort was heard, and the sharp claws buckled directly into one of the Storm Lord's arms, which was slow due to the entanglement of tentacles.

How sharp the claws of the immortal birds are.

There is hardly anything in this world that can withstand the claws of an immortal bird.

It is even more impossible for a few white bones, or under the influence of the curse, to be a little osteoporosis.

There was a crisp snap, and the part of the bone joint was directly clawed into pieces.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several tentacles instantly recovered, engulfing the huge arm more than 100 zhang long into the coffin, there seemed to be almost infinite space in the coffin, and the coffin that was less than three meters could swallow a behemoth of more than 100 zhang.

Then, just inside the coffin, there was a sudden creaking sound, as if chewing with teeth, an ugly and creepy sound.

I saw that a cloud of white dust erupted from the coffin, and this arm of the Lord of the Storm completely disappeared in this instant.

The scales have begun to tilt.

The Lord of the Storm has gone mad after all.

In a state of madness, although the fighting instinct is still there.

However, the storm and lightning that enveloped the entire Western Continent still caused a large amount of energy to be wasted, causing the Storm Lord's combat power to drop several levels.

In the face of the combined attack of Roger and Ah Huo, the situation of the Storm Lord is getting worse and worse.

However, even though there were more and more broken bones, and even if the aura on his body had gradually begun to weaken, the wildness of the Storm Lord still did not decrease in the slightest.

Airplanes!

The soul, which had been gradually suppressed, suddenly jumped up.

Looming, the entire figure seemed to swell again, and under the violent impact, even the coffin was temporarily forced back hundreds of meters for a while.

A large number of tentacles were broken.

Roger knew that the Lord of the Storm was already burning his own soul.

Soul burning, that's a bit of a bad thing.

Under normal circumstances, the Lord of the Storm would never burn souls, after all, this is irreversible damage.

This is a means of directly damaging the soul, second only to self-detonation, and once used, it will be difficult to recover even if it has passed thousands of years.

But at this moment, the Lord of the Storm seems to be in a state of madness, seeing that the coffin is about to swallow itself, and the Lord of the Storm is furious, where can he care so much?

The hatred of the sky has made it impossible for the Lord of the Storm to think too much, he just wants to kill the bastard in front of him.

The tentacles were broken and the coffin was temporarily forced back.

This power is much more powerful than the previous demigod Mihor.

When confronting Mihor, Roger didn't even use the power of the coffin from beginning to end.

Taking advantage of the coffin being temporarily forced back, the Lord of Storms stretched out his hand, and in mid-air, the power of storm and lightning instantly converged, forming a huge whirlpool.

In an instant, the energy within a radius of hundreds of kilometers was directly plundered.

This surging energy instantly gathered in mid-air and was actually formed

A large bell hundreds of feet high, like a mountain peak.

As soon as he saw the big bell, Roger's face changed instantly.

it!

Death knell.

After experiencing the previous fight with Mihor, Roger instantly recognized the move in front of him.

Although it was not the same as the holy relic used by Mihor, the Death Knell condensed by the Storm Lord with pure energy obviously had at least ten times more power than Mihor's Death Knell.

The power of the death knell, Roger has experienced firsthand.

That's the power that can really damage your own immortality.

Rao is Roger is calm and strong, but at this moment, he couldn't help but change his face.

Ah Huo in the sky instantly understood this, but Ah Huo did not choose to run away, but spread his arms and destroyed the death knell directly before it rang.

Otherwise, once the death knell sounds, he may be able to be reborn from death with the nature of an immortal bird.

But the master's words may be ......

That was an absolutely unacceptable ending for Ah Huo, so no matter what, Ah Huo would definitely stop the death knell from ringing.

Ah Huo's speed is extremely fast, and his body is like a meteor.

But the distance is too far, and it is obviously too late.

The skeleton of the Lord of the Storm had begun to leap on the ground, and strange growls and roars began to emanate from its throat.

In an instant, the Iron Fist of the Lord of the Storm clenched.

The five white bone fingers contracted, and the fist that was the most violent, and could easily shatter the mountain peak smashed on the death knell.

Almost at the same time, a coffin appeared in the sky above Ah Huo, the lid of the coffin had already been opened, and Ah Huo was swallowed into the coffin.

The moment the Storm Lord's fist slammed into the death knell, the entire world seemed to stand still.

It's not that there is no sound, it's that the sound is beyond the limits of what humans can hear.

Roger only felt an invisible wind slip over his body in an instant, and for a moment, his soul trembled.

Rao Immortal Soul has cultivated to a fairly good level, and it is difficult to withstand this indescribable power.

Just in front of Roger's eyes, the stagnant time resumed its flow.

Above that death knell, an invisible circle of fluctuations spread out, turning into a huge circle, and in an instant the whole world was divided into two distinct layers.

Wherever the impact went, Roger's body flew out like a cannonball, and all attempts to stabilize his body were rendered useless.

The whole brain was buzzing even more, and only a blank space was left in front of him, and consciousness seemed to dissipate in this instant.

Even the coffin that absorbed the immortal bird was directly shocked out.

The impact spread at an indescribable rate.

The Holy City, which had long been turned into a desert, was turned upside down at this moment, and even a mountain range a hundred miles away was turned into powder in an instant.

In the distance, there are countless humans, elves.

When the invisible sound wave spreads past, it burrows into the head of every living being, whether it is insects on the ground, beasts, birds in the sky, whether it is humans, elves, whether it is ordinary people, or transcendents.

One by one, the heads burst in an instant.

The blood was twisted into a mist, and in an instant it was mixed with the violent shockwave, and it continued to spread, spread, destroy, destroy.

Even in the Elven Forest, there are a large number of elves who have disappeared in an instant.

The Elven Mother Tree was even more crumbling under the impact, and the large leaves rattled.

Countless green young leaves detached from the branches, tumbling and swaying in the air.

The trunk of the tree was cut into countless small wounds, and scarlet slime flowed down the trunk of the elven mother tree like blood.

Under this deathknell, millions of living beings in the Western Continent dissipated.

This is an unprecedented disaster.

The surrounding sea set off a stormy wave, and the entire Western Continent seemed to be about to impact it like this

Sinking on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but the bell and the impact finally subsided for a while, and the buildings in the Elven Forest collapsed in pieces, and shattered corpses were everywhere.

Scarlet blood covered the ground, as if it had turned into a river.

The elves who survived were also pale, frightened, and even desperate.

The elven race, after tens of thousands of years of breeding, finally has the current number, but this time, I am afraid that it will not be directly reduced by half.

It's just that none of these elves who were in fear noticed that wisps of gray-black mist were growing from the large pools of blood.

As if attracted by some mysterious force, it floated into the air on its own.

Gathered in the sky, it resembles a thick cloud cascading on top of each other.

Not only the Elven Forest, but the other half of the Western Continent, the human settlement, the situation is even more severe.

It was dead air in its purest form.

A certain being is taking advantage of the chaos in the Western Continent to die, and is gathering death qi in a big way.

It's just that, at this moment, no one can notice this at all.

The Holy Mountain, gone.

The death knell released by the Lord of the Storm himself is dozens or hundreds of times more powerful than Mihor.

The holy mountain, which had been blown apart by Roger and shattered the mountain wall, completely disappeared at this moment, as if it had never existed.

Within a radius of 100 miles, there are no mountains or vegetation to be seen, and it has become the most exaggerated desert in the Senluo continent.

But in the center of this desert, there is a tall figure.

The body of three hundred zhang stands between heaven and earth, standing still.

Only the black mist wrapped around the body was fluctuating slightly, and it didn't seem to be as calm as before, and the storm and lightning that wrapped around the body, even the lightning that originally enveloped the entire Western Continent, also dissipated a lot unconsciously.

There is no doubt that the destructive power of that move, although exaggerated, is also a great loss for the Storm Lord.

The souls seemed to have weakened a little, and the shadows were too many to freeze as before.

The Lord of the Storm was still perceiving his surroundings, as if searching for the Immortal Bird and Roger, wondering if the two hateful enemies were dead.

In the soul of the Lord of the Storm, he no longer remembers anything else, only that he must kill them, regardless of the cost.

Shout!

At this moment, the Lord of the Storm seemed to sense something, and just wanted to leave the place.

But all of a sudden, transparent tentacles emerged from beneath the ground and wrapped directly around the bones of the Lord of the Storm.

The tentacles seem to be full of greed.

It captures the soul of the Lord of the Storm.