The Star of Death condensed, like a dark cloud, and was directly hit by the Demon Ancestor towards Zhaoming.

At the same moment, the eighth Heavenly Tribulation began, and endless blood-colored power poured out from the Tribulation Cloud, covering the entire battlefield in an instant. Although I didn't feel any attack power, the strange qi machine was even more terrifying.

When the Death Star was after all, the heavens and the earth were silent, as if time had stopped, and the power of the emptiness and vastness actually made everyone seem to see the master of heaven and earth at this moment.

"Whew!"

A sound like a howling wind appeared, and the blood in the sky suddenly rose into the sky, like a waterfall flowing backwards, and all of them poured into the clouds.

This sudden change shocked everyone, they had never seen such a catastrophe, but in an instant, they heard Zhaoming groan of pain.

The whole body was tense like a stone, and the blood vessels on his arms were like vines emerging, wrapping around every part of his body, and it felt as if he was resisting some powerful being, or as if a powerful being, was about to rush out of his body.

"Whew!"

The painful feeling made him gasp, and the cloud of death came like a shadow, like air being sucked into Zhaoming's mouth.

This time, as if the boiling oil was ignited by an open flame, crackling sounds followed, and countless wounds appeared on Zhaoming's body, although they were only the size of a needle, they were rapidly expanded in an instant. 、

Immediately after that, an immeasurable amount of blood qi erupted from the tips of the needles, and with the strange blood-colored power, it surged towards the sky and the clouds.

And this qiē is just an opening, under the dual effect of the power of blood and the star of death, the gushing blood is like a river that is out of control. More and more, bigger and bigger.

In a trance. It was as if a vampire demon had appeared in the sky, frantically sucking Zhaoming's blood.

Or not just flesh. In the misty moment, you can also feel a power full of life. That is the vitality of Zhaoming, this is the violent blood tribulation, which directly draws the blood and vitality of the person who should be robbed.

The demons couldn't understand it, but only the Demon Ancestor knew it in his chest, and said loudly: "To achieve a strong person who defends the sky, or talent, or luck, but it is by no means possible to succeed with strong power." Either way, one basic thing is needed, and that is the majestic vitality. ”

"No one can be born invincible. If you can't resist all kinds of crises, if your vitality is not strong enough, even if you have the talent to defy the sky, no matter how powerful the potential, after all, it is just a topic of conversation in the mouths of others. ”

"People who can't survive are not qualified to say how strong they are. ”

It is said to be a mockery, but it seems to be more pointing, and it is not helpful for Zhaoming to understand the secret of this catastrophe. At this moment, he can only resist desperately. Nothing can be done.

The Blizzard Tribulation alone was already able to wipe him out, coupled with the Demon Ancestor's means, the erosion of the Death Star, he was worried about external and internal troubles at this moment. I'm afraid that I won't survive for a while, and I'm going to collapse completely.

"You're killing him!" said the White Tiger Marshal at the amphora with a calm face.

Luo Hu beside him sneered: "Kill, the so-called test, the so-called crisis, which time is not to kill him." Don't expect your opponent to give you a chance every time. Don't expect every danger to be within your tolerance. ”

"He should be glad that I didn't at least use the power to directly obliterate him. Trials that don't constitute death are just a ridiculous way for the weak to ascend. If you want to be strong, you should bathe in death. ”

"A real kill. Not nine deaths, but ten deaths. If you want to survive the killing, there is only one way, which is to improve yourself, sublimate yourself, and snatch a way out of the ten deaths. ”

"You used to know more about these things than I did, didn't you become a hero once and forget about it?"

The smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth made Marshal White Tiger look stiff, but he couldn't say anything more. The corners of his mouth squirmed for a moment, and after a long time, he said with some doubts: "There is no instability in the Demon Realm, but you took the twelve black lotus with the order of suppressing luck. Now that I'm in a hurry to clear up cause and effect, how do I feel like you're explaining what happened!"

Luo Hu smiled faintly: "No one can be born invincible, and no one can guarantee that they can live forever." People like Wuji, Chen Pan, and my master can all fall, and I, a demon ancestor created by them with a quick method, is nothing. It's always good to prepare a little early. ”

"Prepare early?" Marshal White Tiger frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly: "Let the Twelve Rank Black Lotus suppress the luck, and then hand over the entire Demon Realm to Wanjiang for management?"

Luo Hu shook his head: "The twelve-rank black lotus can suppress luck, but Wan Jiang is not worthy of being the real king of the demon world." He has a loose temperament, and he is suitable for wandering and wandering, and now he is just forced to be the king of this demon world. ”

"I also deliberately lowered his influence on the Demon Realm, because my master said that there would be a successor who could inherit this qiē. ”

"Your master!" Marshal White Tiger's voice suddenly raised a few tones: "What are you planning again?"

Luo Hu seemed to feel the loss of words, smiled, and did not continue the matter, but looked ahead and said, "This fruit is really timely!"

Marshal White Tiger followed the sound and saw that Zhaoming was already sucked like a human stem at this moment, and his sturdy body was not there, like a piece of tissue paper, in the void, dancing lightly and struggling.

No more blood flies out, as the blood in its body has been sucked clean. In such a state, he should have died a long time ago, but he saw a fruit appear on his chest, shining with golden light, and an endless stream of life force poured out of the fruit, merging into Zhaoming's limbs and hundreds of remains, maintaining his vitality.

It is an immortal fruit, the divine soul that treated Zhaoming's injuries in the past has not been completely used and absorbed, and has been hidden in the body, but at this moment, under the power of the Death Star, it is actually Zhaoming to fill in his livelihood.

This is a divine fruit that is enough to maintain the huge vitality of the entire Ancestral Continent, Rao is Zhaoming is only a trace of livelihood left after being extracted, and he can also persist in immortality.

The purpose of the catastrophe is to kill the perpetrator, the power is terrifying, but the time is limited. With the help of the immortal fruit, Zhaoming survived this bloody catastrophe.

The moment the blood qi dissipated, the majestic vitality fell from the sky, and all of it fell into Zhaoming's body, which was the one that had been absorbed before.

The moment he was angry, the dying Zhaoming was completely restored in an instant, and his breath was even better than before, and the already majestic vitality and the life qi of the immortal fruit made him reach an indescribable peak state.

His mind was full of confusion and refreshment, so that he couldn't help but let out a long howl.

At this time, in the sky, the clouds roared, faintly fading, as if they were about to disperse.

For a while, everyone was stunned, puzzled, it was obviously only the eighth heavenly tribulation.

The white-haired Demon Ancestor opposite Zhaoming laughed: "You are really good, but you have led to the strongest Heavenly Tribulation in this Demon Realm." ”

"The strongest Heavenly Tribulation?" Marshal White Tiger was puzzled and looked at Rahu.

Luo Hu smiled faintly: "The strongest heavenly tribulation in the desolate world is none other than Hongjun's shot." I am the Demon Ancestor of the Demon Realm, and this Demon Realm is the strongest Heavenly Tribulation, so naturally I made the move. ”

As soon as the words fell, the clouds dissipated, but a huge figure appeared in the void, looming, gradually becoming clear, and if you looked closely, it was the white-haired Rahu.

It's just that the eyes are empty and ruthless.

"I am the Demon Ancestor, and the qi is connected to the entire Demon Realm. The so-called strongest Heavenly Tribulation is to attract my qi and turn into this Demon Ancestor Illusion to deliver a thunderous blow. If the past of resistance is over, if it is not resistant, the future will be wonderful. ”

Rahu explained, the smile on the corner of his mouth startled Marshal White Tiger. At this moment, he was extremely sure that even if it was Master Rahu's orders, this white-haired Demon Ancestor would very much hope that the Heavenly Tribulation would kill Zhaoming and make Yiqiē even more chaotic.

"Haha!" At this time, the white-haired Demon Ancestor who was fighting against Zhaoming also roared loudly: "The Nine Heavens of Moluo were originally the Star of the Heart Demon, but you are different from others, not only have you survived the Karmic Fire Illusion Realm, but you don't even have a Heart Demon. The strongest move is the most useless move for you. ”

"But it doesn't matter, my Demon Luo Nine Heavenly Tribulation corresponds to this Nine Heavenly Tribulation, since you have led to the strongest Heavenly Tribulation in the Demon Realm, then I will incarnate your inner demon, and let your body and soul experience the Nine Heavenly Tribulation at the same time. ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed, and he had already rushed into the Heavenly Tribulation, floating in the air, echoing with the huge demon phantom behind him.

"Mora's true body!"

With a light drink, the white-haired Demon Ancestor activated the Qi of the Nine Heavens of the Demon Luo, all of which were connected to him, and then through the body of the white-haired Demon Ancestor, it was connected to the phantom behind him.

The white-haired Demon Ancestor's hands floated, making a virtual grip, and incorporated all the power of the Nine Heavens of the Demon Luo into his hands.

This action drew the phantom of the Demon Ancestor behind him, and he also made a false grip. For a while, the wind was howling, the heavens and the earth were roaring, and the immeasurable demonic qi came as if the four seas had collapsed and burst the embankment.

In a trance, it seemed that the breath and power of the entire Demon Realm were drawn by the Demon Ancestor Phantom, turning into a huge ball of energy light, covering the sun and enveloping the world.

A terrifying coercion fell from the sky, and at this moment, everyone seemed to see the world-killing god above the Nine Heavens in the past, without really doing anything, just the breath could make the heroes hibernate.

Challenging the Demon Ancestor in the Demon Realm is like resisting the divine power of the Dao Ancestor in the desolate world, and he will be punished by heaven.

Zhaoming gasped, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly held his breath and concentrated, his fists clenched, urging a supernatural power. The figure flashed, with a body of flames, and rushed towards the sky under tremendous pressure. He actually wanted to take the initiative and did not back down.

"Be daring, see if you can survive!"

The white-haired Demon Ancestor laughed, and a pillar of light fell overwhelmingly, instantly submerging Zhaoming.

When the floating light dissipated and the sky and the earth were empty, and then looked at the sky above the stone ring, there was nothing but the white-haired Demon Ancestor. (To be continued......)