Rebirth and return, solitary devil

Chapter 1156 Farewell, go to the abyss!

Boom--! !

The sky and the earth are trembling. In the cosmic starry sky and the material universe, the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword grows rapidly, crossing the stars, crossing time and space, like an artifact suspended in a different time and space.

Waves of auspicious energy revolved around the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword, and all kinds of rays of light continued to shine on the heavens. In the starry sky of the material universe, countless stars disintegrated automatically, and all the energy that existed between being and nothing was destroyed by the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword. devoured.

Immortal, eternal, killing, majestic!

Many artistic conceptions and auras permeate around the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword, and the aura of immortality and eternity is even more shocking.

"Your artifact is too extraordinary!"

In the starry sky, Poison Venerable stared at the Eight Desolation Slaughtering Sword in shock, and then went to look at his magic potion that concealed the aura, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

When Mo Yu heard the words, he was a little dumbfounded.

Uncommon is indeed extraordinary, but this sword has devoured too many essences of artifacts, not to mention, the Immortal Space-Time Divine Weapon alone has devoured a total of eleven pieces.

Plus the last streak of mysterious yellow energy.

In general, Mo Yu's artifact is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even the old god emperor, the kind of existence who might shake the heavens, may not have such wealth.

Om-! ! !
The Eight Desolation Slaying Sword trembled slightly, and streaks of brilliance were born on the vast sword. Those brilliance turned into gods one by one, and they kept beating the Eight Desolation Slaughter Sword. The divine sense scanned them, a total of 4000 million.

What is the concept of 4000 million gods?
Shocking.

Although those gods are illusory and fake, each of them is now at the level of a god. 4000 million gods worked together to forge the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword, and the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword began to derive various rune marks.

The densely packed maze-like branding makes the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword look extremely majestic.

Across the star field, the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword at this time is so big that even the stars and the sun are tiny ants beside him, and the innumerable stars are not even ants, at most they exist in Dust around.

"Sword is coming!!!"

Mo Yu stood in the starry sky, with vast mana surging from his body. With a wave of his hand, the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword quickly became smaller, and flew into Mo Yu's hand like a streamer.

A sword cut out, a sword mark across the void, leaving an endless sword mark in the starry sky.

In the sword marks, the sword intent pervades, like a black hole, constantly devouring the surrounding stars.

According to Mo Yu's prediction, this sword mark will not disappear for at least a hundred million years.

"It's so powerful. This sword energy is comparable to the full power of a real god king. Brother Mozun, what state are you in now?" Du Zun looked at the sword mark that pierced the void with some shock, and couldn't help asking. road.

He knew in his heart that this sword alone was comparable to his own full strength, not to mention the distance.

With this sword in hand, Mo Yu has the strength to fight him head-on.

"Me? It's just the Void God!" Mo Yu said with a smile, without hiding anything.

"How is it possible?" Poison Venerable was shocked, and looked at Mo Yu in disbelief.

Seeing this, Mo Yu let go of his breath. Sure enough, the breath of good fortune and emptiness filled the air, but there was no breath of time, space and faith at all. This was enough to prove that Mo Yu hadn't deceived him.

"Amazing, Brother Mozun, you are definitely the strongest genius I have ever seen. No, you are a monster. Fighting at two levels, in the realm of gods and spirits, it is unbelievable. If you have the cultivation base of a god emperor, how can you Isn't it possible to cross taboos and fight with Tianzun?"

Poison Master looked at Mo Yu in a daze.

"Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Brother Du Zun, this matter is over, I have to settle a personal matter of mine, let's leave it alone!"

Mo Yu smiled and said.

"Ah? Brother Mozun is leaving?" Du Zun couldn't help being taken aback.

"Yeah, there are some things that have to be resolved and a decision must be made. Someone is waiting for me. I don't want to offend anyone or hurt anyone. There are some things that I have to do myself!"

Mo Yu nodded.

"Well, I believe you, because you are my senior brother, senior brother, let's say goodbye here, and hope to see you again!" Poison Venerable said with a sigh.

"Don't worry, there will be."

Mo Yu nodded, and then with a wave of his hand, the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword was thrown, cutting through time and space, Mo Yu's figure and the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword disappeared into the universe starry sky together.

On the plane of the abyss, endless clouds of magic filled the sky and the earth.

As a plane around the Great World of Immortals and Demons that has not been ruled by the Golden Mother of Yaochi, the level of strength of the Abyss plane is naturally not low. In the Abyss plane, not only are there many god-king-level unrivaled demon gods on the bright side, it is said that in the There is also a demon god at the level of a god emperor in the dark.

However, this legend has gone through hundreds of millions of years, and few people believe it.

After all, if it weren't for the practice of closing the door to death, even a god emperor would not have been born for hundreds of millions of years.

"Is this the plane of the abyss?"

Above the magic cloud, Mo Yu's figure quietly appeared. He stepped on the void, walked on the plane of the abyss, and looked at the scenery below.

Unlike other planes, the Abyss plane is filthy everywhere. For those who cultivate immortals, this is a taboo place. Even if they swallow a mouthful of demonic energy, it may lead to insanity.

However, to Mo Yu, this situation didn't matter at all.

The only self-cultivation formula devours the energy of the heavens, and there is nothing that cannot be swallowed.

After spending a lot of time in the material universe before, and urging the Eight Desolation Slaying Sword to cross time and space into the abyss plane, Mo Yu just happened to lack some energy in his body.

"Swallow the spirit!"

With a whisper, Mo Yu stood on top of the demonic cloud, his whole body filled with demonic energy. After he opened his mouth, the entire abyss plane suddenly burst into energy riots. The endless energy quickly condensed, and countless demonic energy condensed together. A terrifying magic cloud vortex formed above the abyss plane.

And in the center of the magic cloud vortex was Mo Yu who was rapidly devouring energy.

"Who is it? Is that god-king-level existence descending on my abyss plane?"

"Such an array of replenishing energy is truly terrifying!"

"Oh my god, it's the god king who is practicing!"

".!"

In the abyss plane, strong men from all over the world looked up at the magic cloud vortex in the sky. The magic cloud vortex covered almost one-tenth of the area of ​​the abyss plane, which was terrifying.

"A god king from the outside world? How could it be so sudden? It has been nearly a million years since an outside god king came. What happened this time?"

In the center of the abyss plane, known as the forbidden place of the ancient abyss, the whisper of a certain demon king came out.

"This breath, so familiar? Who is this? Who is he? Why can't I remember the slightest memory about him?"

On the edge of the abyss plane, a head protruded slightly from a pitch-black hole. It was the Blood-eating Demon Lord, or it could be called the Blood-eating Demon God.

"return!"

In the cave, there was a sound full of anger and weakness. It seemed that the owner of the sound was seriously injured and dying.

(End of this chapter)