Volume 70

Volume 70: War

Magic Wuhai stood in the void. At this time, the magic Qi in the space had disappeared, and people outside could see the scene inside.

"Twelve days of demon clan is too strong. Twelve times the power, it's too terrible."

"Yes, one strike of the demon Wuhai is enough to destroy the holy land. How powerful will twelve times the power be?"

Countless monks are debating that this is definitely a battle that will go down in history. After this war, I'm afraid there is no place to look for the holy land.

At this time, Jin Jia people are still changing, from the original three heads and six arms to six heads and twelve arms.

All twelve arms hold the same knife.

Magic Wuhai still didn't move at this time. Twelve arms were waved by the fierce man, and the twelve knife shadows gathered into a golden dagger and cut again.

When the demon Wuhai was in front of him, this giant knife turned into twelve again, cutting from all directions.

The knife and light intersected, and the golden light was everywhere, and the demon Wuhai was killed again. But in another place, the magic sea appeared again.

This time, everyone saw clearly that what had just been killed was only a wisp of the soul of demon Wuhai. But why can the soul of demon Wuhai actually materialize and still have the same momentum as him?

Mo Wuhai was originally a ghost, and the skills he practiced were all about the soul. This skill was developed by him in the small world for millions of years.

He can devour the soul, and he can also release the soul. In this way, even if you kill his noumenon, as long as a trace of soul escapes, he can still be reborn.

This kind of skill is almost against the sky, and it is also shocking. Who doesn't want to get a powerful skill, even if it is the demon family's twelve days, or the Lord of the holy land, who doesn't have greedy eyes when seeing this kind of skill.

Even the audience under the stage also exudes a fiery light. With such a skill, no matter who you meet, you will not necessarily die, and even break the deadlock and kill each other.

"Demon Wuhai, do you think you have such a soul splitting skill, which is very powerful? I tell you that in the face of absolute strength, such a small skill like you is simply a sign that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. You either hand over this set of skills, or you will bear the crushing of more violent forces. You choose." Every time the golden beetle uttered his voice, there were twelve echoes, which was very strange.

"So you want this skill? Why didn't you say it earlier? Do you know I won't give it to you? The key is how you don't want me to give it to you. Now you want it, you say I want it to give it to you. Is it for you alone or twelve of you?" Mo Wuhai said with a smile.

"Just give me one. Now we have the same mind." Twelve people answered at the same time.

"Well, then, you have connected." Mo Wuhai took out a jade slip, put it on his forehead, and printed the content of this skill. Then it was thrown to the Jinjia people.

Twelve people took the jade slips, put them on their foreheads, and began to watch.

The Jinjia people looked shocked, but the demon Wuhai gave them a real content.

"Hundreds of millions of monks and ghosts contribute their lives and voluntarily let you devour them. What you get is not only the power of the soul, but also the heart of the soul. Integrate the heart of the soul and continuously refine it for thousands of years. As long as you don't die, the heart of the soul will not die. If the heart of the soul doesn't die, you won't die. And the heart of the soul can generate hundreds of millions of souls. If the soul doesn't die, you will live forever."

After reading it, the golden man was speechless directly. This skill is too rebellious, but where to find hundreds of millions of ghosts to absorb it, and ask hundreds of millions of ghosts to agree, this is simply impossible. If this skill is true, and Mo Wuhai has achieved great success, isn't it impossible for anyone to kill him?

"Demon Wuhai, your skill is good, but let hundreds of millions of ghosts agree to let you absorb, and be willing, such a thing will never happen. Your skill is useless to us, and you still want to die." Jin Jia said coldly.

"Oh? Don't you believe it?" After Mo Wuhai finished, a black heart appeared from his head, and the black heart kept beating.

Constantly floating figures from the heart immediately filled the surrounding space, and even these figures were held together and pressed together. But it can still be seen that these people are all demons. The soul of substance.

"Are there billions of these?" The voice of demon Wuhai came, like ten thousand horses galloping, continuous. Hundreds of millions of people spoke at the same time. Such a sound shook the earth. The whole earth cracked.

Some of the monks who were close to the battlefield were directly shocked by the hundreds of millions of voices, bleeding in their orifices, and fell to the ground and rolled.

"Demon clan twelve days, right? Do you think you are strong with twelve times my strength? I tell you that it doesn't need strength to defeat you at all."

"Devil without sea, you will die." The Jinjia man finished, and his magic Qi seemed to be ignited, but he was still changing.

Jin Jia people directly become two arms and a head.

"Twelve days, return to nature? Then let me show you my bottom power, lock God." Mo Wuhai said, standing quietly in the void, looking coldly at the Jin Jia man in front of him.

The golden beetle people waved their long knives, and each knife cut into the void would break the space. The broken space emits violent space hurricanes.

These hurricanes were held up by the knife light, and constantly swept towards the enchanted sea. Everyone knows that few people who are caught by the space storm can survive, because the space storm is mixed with different space debris.

Once hit by space debris, your body will be divided into countless parts and fall into different spaces. It can be imagined that after you cut thousands of knives, your meat will be brought to different spaces. I'm afraid that gods will come to earth, or you may be able to find all your meat.

Mo Wuhai smiled, and his smile was still so weird. He raised his hand and gently waved it. Hundreds of millions of figures turned into a black iron chain.

The black iron chain swam between the cracks of the storm, like a dragon swam in the sea. " Lock God. "Demon Wuhai shouted violently, and this black soul chain suddenly accelerated. The speed was too fast, fast to human cognition.

The iron chain was set on the body of Jin Jia man, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

At this time, the storm has been hanging in front of the magic sea. The magic sea cuts the nearby void into pieces with one hand as a sword. The space storm appears, collides with the storm of the golden beetle, and disappears. This is with the help of the power of space. Both of them use the power of space, but it seems that the method of the magic sea is more beautiful, taking attack as defense.

Mo Wuhai bypassed the storm and appeared in front of the Jinjia people. "Today, spare your life, but you can avoid death, and you can't escape life. Let me show you another magic power of mine. “