"Grandmaster Divine Elephant Flow. Swallow the Dragon! ”

Lu Yuan threw a punch with six arms, and his already thick arms bulged out again.

Black ripples squeezed and stacked in front of him, finally revealing six fist prints that resembled black holes.

The fist seal suddenly erupted, turning into six tornado-like shockwaves with pitch-black colors, sweeping away in all directions.

"Boom—"

The physical force compressed to the limit exploded in the air, and the terrifying strangulation force formed was like a dragon rampaging through the crowd.

It was like six furious black giant elephant probosces, whipped wantonly.

The group of elephant people and ancient elephant gods around Lu Yuan's body were beaten to pieces like straw, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Shhhh

Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

The blood-colored orb pattern on his chest glowed, and a terrifying suction force emanated from every pore, absorbing the flesh and blood essence in the severed limbs and severed arms under his feet, forming a huge blood-colored vortex around his body.

Lu Yuan's spiritual power was not idle, and the invisible force crushed one elephant heart after another, gathering all the black glow escaping from the heart.

The Grandmaster Blood Cells in his body are growing all the time. The experience progress bar on the Ming King Posture (Transcendental) panel is also slowly but steadily rising.

"Click-"

Under the nourishment of the two energies, the dense cracks on Lu Yuan's six arms quickly closed and healed.

Performing the Divine Elephant Martial Arts in the posture of the Ming King, especially the Dragon Swallowing Technique, which requires extremely high muscle power skills, is a great burden even for his current three-headed and six-armed body.

But the effect is also outstanding.

With just one move, a large area around Lu Yuan was emptied of enemies.

"I feel like even if I use the elephant god to exert it, the power is only like that."

But.

There are still many enemies.

In just a few breaths, the emptied area around Lu Yuan was filled with dense elephant people and ancient elephant creatures.

"Is this the whole mystical realm of monsters being lured to me?"

Lu Yuan is now nearly eleven meters tall, and he feels a little out of the crowd standing out from the crowd.

It was precisely because of this that he could see the monsters in front of him and behind him, densely packed in all directions.

Under the black mist, it seems that you can't forget the edge at a glance, and the worst of them also has an S-level strength level.

Anyone who is asked to see this kind of scene will feel numb on the scalp.

But for Lu Yuan, what he saw.

But it is a stubble of leeks, and countless experience points.

"I like mowing the most."

Lu Yuan sighed lightly, raised his six arms, and made a series of strong black ripples, smashing several ancient elephant creatures close to him like slapping tofu.

The blood-colored swirls around the body seemed to be a little larger, and the red orb pattern on the chest had a tendency to expand.

"Materials! They are the best materials to nourish my strength! ”

Lu Yuan stepped forward suddenly, like a fierce elephant shaking the ground, rampage all the way, smashing and flying along the way I don't know how many monsters were blocking in front of him.

An unfortunate four-armed elephant man was carried by him and slammed into a huge stone pile.

Lu Yuan didn't bother to turn around, and hit it directly with a "boom".

"Boom!"

The hundred-meter-tall stone was directly smashed and exploded by his fierce and domineering force.

Lu Yuan carried the broken corpse of the elephant man out of the other end of the collapsed stone pile, and several black boulders rolled down in front of him.

He dug out his heart from the corpse in his hand and crushed it to absorb it, while he blew and blew the dust off the boulder under his feet.

Several stone paintings on the stone caught his eye—

It was a scene of a three-headed, six-armed mahoutman being besieged by countless four-armed mahouts and beasts.

In the distance was a black mountain, and on the high mountain there was another elephant man with three heads and six arms, looking down coldly.

"Roar!"

An ancient elephant beast with a body size of dozens of meters high, the size of a tiger, but the head of an elephant was wrapped in a terrifying fishy wind, roaring loudly like a thunderous dark cloud and swooping towards the road.

At the moment when he was about to pounce in front of Lu Yuan, he was strangled by his top two arms, and the last four arms grabbed the limbs separately and couldn't move.

Lu Yuan was still staring at the stone paintings under his feet, his eyes did not look at the evil beasts that were close at hand, his eyes were slightly shining, and his face showed a thoughtful expression.

"It seems that this is the only way to climb the magic mountain and become king.

The old king needs to have the blood of the new king to strengthen the throne.

The new king also had to completely overthrow the rule of the old king in order to be crowned smoothly.

The Elephant King of every generation. That's all the same. ”

"Whew-"

Lu Yuan sighed lightly and said to himself, "Understood." ”

"Torah—"

His six arms were exerted at the same time, and the muscles on King Ming's body rose and fell like mountains.

The ancient elephant god creature in his hand, whose strength had reached the SSS level, was directly torn into six pieces by him.

Fishy flesh and blood poured down on Lu Yuan's body like a rain.

Then it was absorbed by his pores, and the blood cell pattern on his chest became more and more bewitching.

The strong smell of blood in the air, which did not have time to dissipate, stimulated the surrounding elephant creatures to become more and more frenzied, as well as the elephant people who had awakened from their slumber.

They are like a group of guards who are not afraid of death, driven by a certain will, desperately trying to wear down the strength and will of the long way as possible.

Lu Yuan's six arms were stretched, and the head in the middle was facing the sky, with a calm expression.

The heads on the left and right sides have lowered their eyes and their expressions are hideous.

He whispered, "Come on. Sacrifice your flesh and blood to pave a path for me to reach the top of the Magic Mountain. ”

"Boom!"

In the next second, Lu Yuan's figure was engulfed by countless hideous figures and tsunami-like fluctuations of evil energy.

"Pa-da-pa-"

Lu Yuan walked in a damp swamp, wading through the mud under his feet.

His head hung low, like a ghost wandering in the middle of nowhere.

At some point, he suddenly came to his senses.

I was surprised to find that what I stepped on was extremely viscous plasma.

Inside the plasma, countless corpses floated and floated.

When he looked up again, he found that his body was covered in blood.

What kind of swamp is this, it is clearly a boundless sea of terrifying blood.

Before he could react, a small black spire suddenly appeared in the sea of blood in front of him.

The spire rose rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it turned into an incomparably majestic and towering black mountain.

The black giant mountain stood quietly above the sea of blood, as if suppressing the waves of the entire sea of blood.

Between the ups and downs of the corpses, countless blood and water evaporated around the black giant mountain.

In a short time, a huge, hideous and terrifying head was sketched on top of the huge mountain.

The head was like an elephant, but its mouth was covered with octopus-like tentacles, and the single eye at the center of its eyebrows opened, turning into a blood moon in the dark sky.

Cold, evil, and indifferent stared at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was stared at by the single eye, his mind was stunned, and his body seemed to be uncontrollable and subconsciously walked towards the black giant mountain in the distance.

He trudged through a sea of blood, his ears repeating one ancient syllable after another.

"Kill. Kill everything. Kill"

He had forgotten how he had come here, and who he was.

All that seemed to be left in his mind was the desire to kill, and the thought of running towards the black mountain.

Before he knew it, a sea of blood all around him overflowed his body.

He didn't realize it, and just looked forward.

Just when the sea of blood was about to completely submerge his body, suddenly.

A crow chirped him from the chaos.

"Uhhh

Lu Yuan woke up suddenly, and he struggled to get up from the sea of blood, looking in the direction from which the crow's cry had come.

Then I saw that not far from the sea of blood, a black river Styx flowed quietly.

The flowers on the other side of the river swayed gently, and a bright full moon hung high on the river.

Under the moon, a woman in a black dress with a crow perched on her shoulder was quietly watching him.

At the moment of eye contact with the woman, all the visions in front of him, such as the sea of blood, the Black Mountain, and the River Styx, were all far away from him.

"Whew-"

Lu Yuan gasped for air.

It's like waking up from a big dream, and it's like a drowning person suddenly breaking out of the water.

"Torah—"

With the unconscious movement of his hands, a large cloud of blood mist dispersed from his eyes, and something fell with a wail and a roar.

Lu Yuan tried to open his eyes.

All the memories came back like flowing water.

Looking at the front of me again, it looks like a battlefield like Shura's hell.

Everywhere there were corpses, of evil creatures, like a dense crowd of people.

Almost the entire black plain that he could see with the naked eye.

There was not even a single standing opponent in front of him, and the elephant men and evil beasts attracted by the curse had been slain by him.

Hundreds? Thousands?

Lu Yuan didn't know how many of these corpses were.

"When did I fall into that Blood Sea Demon Mountain dream?"

"Why do dreams flash when fighting?"

Lu Yuan's eyes sank a little.

Looking back at the dream, although he didn't know what would happen if he was completely drowned in a sea of blood, it was estimated that it would not be a good thing.

At the last moment, it seemed that it was the will of the Raven God that pulled him and woke him up in time.

"Killing too much, so much so that it was infected by the will of the elephant god remaining in this secret realm, causing a situation similar to going mad?"

Lu Yuan thought about it, and felt that things were not so simple.

He looked around, looking at the flesh and blood corpses on the ground over and over again, and the endless sea of blood that he had seen in his dreams kept flashing in his mind.

At a certain moment, Lu Yuan suddenly felt-

The current scene bears a striking resemblance to the blood sacrifice rituals described in some cults, and he is the one who performs the rituals.

"The black earth of the eternal fracture smeared every stone of the Demon Mountain with blood."

Lu Yuan repeatedly silently recited the proverbs he received when he first came into contact with the Elephant God Cult, and then looked at his current appearance.

His Ming King's body didn't know when it had skyrocketed to a height of nearly fifteen meters.

The flesh and blood of the ancient elephant creatures that died at his hands seemed to soak his flesh and skin.

Between the textures of the flesh and blood of the skin, there were lines of crimson blood.

His current appearance is very different from ordinary elephant people, like a freak in the elephant race?!

"No!"

Lu Yuan waved his arms, and the blood color floated between the majestic and dark body, like a black magic mountain standing silently in the rolling sea of blood.

"Maybe this is the real body of the Ming King!"

Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed, and the information about the Elephant God Cult in his mind flowed rapidly.

He felt that he might have misunderstood the power of the gods from the beginning.

He thought that the power of the elephant god represented the boundless power inherited from the Demon Mountain, but now it seems.

Probably more than that.

"The Demon Mountain stands in the midst of an infinite sea of blood."

"Underneath the pure physical power, there is still the most primordial. Killing instincts. ”

Lu Yuan quietly raised his head, his gaze projected into the depths of the black plain through the heavy black mist.

The scarlet pillar of light that had risen there had disappeared, but Lu Yuan could still sense the scarlet aura.

And it's clearer than before.

That breath, and the sea of blood of the Demon Mountain seen in the dream. How similar they are.

(End of chapter)