Nine Demon Realms!

Mo Zhiyao let out a low cry in his heart, his hands facing each other, and he struck hard! Around his palms, there were still remnants of fingerprints.

"Buzz!"

The invisible fluctuations suddenly spread out, covering the entire space range of a thousand zhang in front of them. In the next moment, the light in this space suddenly became dark, and the monstrous black air current, like a violent wind, roared wildly.

Those black air currents are not dead air, but demonic energy!

The whistling demonic qi raged in this space like a hurricane, and invisible shackles permeated every corner of this space.

That kind of shackling power made the void within this range distort and turbulent.

The Necromantic King, who had been standing quietly, suddenly opened his closed eyes at this moment. I saw that there were no eyeballs in his eye sockets. Yes, it was a black condensation of dead air. Between the swirls of the dead air, it is like two black holes, as if they can devour everything in sight.

In the next moment, in the body of the Necromantic King, a thick dead qi like a dark cloud suddenly gushed out, his body twisted, and his black hole-like eyes looked towards Mo Zhiyao. Two clouds of ghostly light flashed in it.

"Roar!"

A beastly roar, with an endless ferocity of ferocity, came from the Necromancy's throat. In it, there is an indescribable sense of violence and rage.

Obviously, Mo Zhiyao's sneak attack provoked his ferocity.

In the midst of the roar, the Necronomicon King's palm suddenly clenched, only to see the storm-like death qi quickly condense in his palm, and then turn into a black spear, stabbing out towards Mo Zhiyao!

The black spear was like an angry dragon going out to sea, and the huge and incomparably strong wind instantly pierced through the void, and the lightning-like stabbing stabbed on the Nine Demon Realm space barrier in front of Mo Zhiyao.

The space barrier at that point directly caused layers of ripples, and the turmoil continued.

"What a terrifying attack power!" Mo Zhiyao, who was standing in the outside world, shrank his eyes, this Necromantic King deserved to have a powerful combat power comparable to that of the Nine Tribulation powerhouses, the power of one shot, fierce as this! You must know that the latter at this time, but in the Nine Demon Realm, suppressed by the shackles of the Demon Realm, he could still burst out such a terrifying attack.

However, Mo Zhiyao's heart was also relieved, because this blow of the Necromantic King was never able to break through the Nine Demon Realm. In other words, he's trapped in this space. At least for a short time, it is impossible to rush out.

But what Mo Zhiyao did was not to trap him, but to kill him and obtain the spirit pulp in his body. Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, his body moved, turning into a blurred afterimage streamer, and directly swept into the space shrouded by the Nine Demon Realm from another direction.

The figure appeared in the Nine Ghost Demon Realm, and before Mo Zhiyao could stand firmly, the Necromantic King's arm turned, like a dragon spear piercing towards him again, and the unrivaled spear power left a deep trench hundreds of zhang long on the ground!

"What a keen perception!"

Seeing that this guy reacted so quickly, Mo Zhiyao was also secretly frightened. The former is far superior to other undead spirits in terms of reaction speed and attack power, and is truly the king of the necromancers.

But because of this, Mo Zhiyao's heart is even hotter. The strength is far superior to that of ordinary necromancers, which also means that the spirit pulp contained in his body will also be more refined and powerful.

"Just let me see how strong you can be as the Necromantic King!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes swelled with fiery battle intent, and his body flashed, while avoiding the Necromantic King's gunshot, a violent demonic qi roared out from his body, and in the air, three rounds of black demonic suns rose from it.

The demon sun rose into the sky, and then turned into three torrents of magma, intertwined and gathered, and a black magic spear that exuded terrifying fluctuations was held in Mo Zhiyao's palm.

The ultimate demon form, the Soul Eater Demon Gun!

Mo Zhiyao's arms trembled, and his eyes flashed violently.

A little cold came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

In the breathtaking roar, the Soul Eater Demon Spear brought up a monstrous flame, turning into a little bit of ghostly light, and shrouded towards the Necromantic King. Everywhere the guns passed, the air exploded one after another, and the sound was amazing.

"Roar!"

The roaring roar of the fierce beast came down the throat of the Necronomicon King, and then his seemingly thin body trembled slightly, and a majestic energy of death surged out of his body like a tide, frantically pouring into the black spear in his hand. Then, with a flick of the gun, it was a hard place to attack the magic spear with Mo Zhiyao!

In an instant, the ripples of violent power swept away from the point of contact between the two attacks. Mo Zhiyao's body trembled slightly, and the golden red light flickered on his body from time to time, dissolving the aftermath of the power that spread to his body.

Mo Zhiyao's physical body was extremely powerful, and his defense power had increased to an astonishing level. Therefore, in the face of the overflowing residual energy, he did not retreat at all, and resisted stubbornly.

On the other hand, the Necromantic King, although he had combat power comparable to that of the Nine Tribulation powerhouses, was obviously unable to compare with Mo Zhiyao in terms of physical strength. His body was nothing but a condensation of majestic death qi. Therefore, after being affected by the aftermath force, it kept making a low explosion sound, and it kept retreating towards the rear.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed, seizing this opportunity, his body swept out, and the Soul Devouring Demon Spear in his hand was like a black lightning, tearing through the void and piercing straight towards the heart of the Necromantic King. It's so powerful, it's terrifying.

"Roar!"

Looking at the terrifying spear that stabbed violently, the Necronomicon King roared angrily, and the majestic death qi surged out of his body, and the black spear in his hand suddenly swelled several times, and then stabbed out angrily, and the surrounding space twisted and cracked in this instant.

Looking at such a fierce blow from the Necromantic King, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were also extremely solemn. His hands suddenly let go of the Soul Eater Spear he was holding, and his body retreated violently, and it suddenly formed a seal in front of him.

"Soul Eater Demon Spear, Demon Dragon Soul Eater!"

As Mo Zhiyao's voice fell, one after another violent power fluctuations suddenly spread out from the Soul Eater Demon Spear. On the black body of the gun, blood-colored veins suddenly emerged.

Bursts of piercing screams rang out from the Soul Eater spear, and the blood-colored veins became more and more obvious, as if something was about to break out of it.

In the next moment, I saw that the magic spear suddenly squirmed and expanded, and the amazing demonic qi rose to the sky. Circles of violent fluctuations visible to the naked eye swept out of it, making people's hearts tremble.

"Boom!"

Pillars of dark red light burst out of the spear's body, like a volcanic eruption. The blood light condensed, and that Soul Eater Demon Spear actually turned into a huge demon dragon!

The low sound of the dragon's roar seemed to come from ancient times, a terrifying violent fluctuation, descending in this space.

The hundred-foot huge demon dragon, on the whole, is basically similar to the heavenly dragon of the human world, but the appearance is more hideous and terrifying. A pair of dragon eyes showed a scarlet color. A pair of huge black dragon wings, stretched horizontally on its back, sharp and angular, like blades at the edges, shimmering with a sharp cold light that makes people's hearts palpitate.

The huge body is covered with pieces of black dragon scales, and between the scales, there are armor thorns extending out, which makes people feel chilled at a glance.

On the forehead of the demon dragon, there is a sharp corner of a black thread, and on the sharp corner, there seems to be a strange blood light swimming away. Faintly, there is a terrifying edge that can tear the heavens and the earth quietly permeated.

The demon dragon's huge blood pupils stared at the black spear that stabbed from the opposite side, and the necromantic king behind him, his scarlet eyes flashed with endless ferocity.

In the next moment, the demon dragon roared, and it turned into a black and red light, piercing through the sky and rushing out. Everywhere he passed, even the space was torn apart with a black-red trace.

The speed of the demon dragon was unimaginably fast, and in the blink of an eye, it slammed into the black spear.

The Necromantic King's black spear was nothing but condensed by majestic death qi, no matter how strong it was or the power that erupted, how could it be compared to the Soul Eater Demon Spear that condensed the power of the three rounds of demon yang?

In a collision, the black spear directly collapsed, turned into billowing dead air, and overflowed.

After defeating the black spear, the demon dragon roared, and the dragon's body danced, slamming into the body of the Necromantic King behind him. The terrible power came out like a flood, and the ground in that place suddenly collapsed.

The dust in the sky rushed to the sky, but with a roar that sounded in it, it fell down in an instant, contrary to common sense. In an instant, the dust is gone!

The dust fell, and Mo Zhiyao, who was in mid-air, flickered his eyes and looked there. I saw that the ground in that place had become a huge basin with a radius of 100 zhang. In the middle of the basin, a thin black figure stood.

At this moment, the Necromantic King's originally condensed body seemed to be much looser, and several huge cracks appeared on his body. Obviously, the blow just now made him suffer a lot of trauma.

"Roar!"

A furious roar came from the Necronomicon's mouth, and his eyes, which were like black swirls, seemed to turn red. Then his body shook violently, and he rose directly from the ground.

After taking off, the Necromantic King raised his head to the sky and roared, and then a pillar of black dead qi burst out of his mouth and went straight to Mo Zhiyao.

The speed of the black pillar of light was unbelievably fast, and even with Mo Zhiyao's eyesight, he could only see a trace of streamer. In the next moment, the pillar of light was already there.

"Boom!"

In the huge bombardment sound, the black death ripples rippled open, and a figure retreated violently, hundreds of feet away, before it could be regarded as stopping the retreat and stabilizing the figure.

Slowly raising his head, Mo Zhiyao looked at the Necromantic King opposite with a solemn gaze, his face was slightly pale. Although the Necromantic King was injured, it was still quite difficult. After withstanding the blow of his own demon dragon, he still has such a powerful combat power.