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Chapter 120 Destruction of the Staff

Sikong rose from the air, embodying a majestic aura, and his resentment and devilish energy were not much different from the Thousand-Eyed Demon God just now.

The golden divine light covered the sky and the sun. The Dragon God and Cronus God separated their minds and joined forces to attack. Everyone was like a temple made of gold and rushed towards Sikong.

The sky suddenly brightened and darkened, and all the colors in Middle-earth remained were the golden temples in the sky, all shrouded in the aftermath of the battle that destroyed the world.

The golden temple collided with Sikong and obliterated him instantly.

'Whoa! '

A sword roar came out, and the two temples turned into two halves like tofu.

With his blond hair fluttering, Sikong walked out slowly from the gap in the temple, with his sword at his waist, his steps were vigorous, his gaze was like a wolf, and he stared coldly and cruelly at the people not far away.

'Where did this madman come from!If I had known earlier, I would have killed him first! '

'King of Yue?I remember……'

Everyone secretly resented it. It was like a mouse droppings ruined a pot of porridge. Seeing the appearance of the Yue King, he clearly wanted to drag everyone down!
"It's too slow, too slow, I can't wait!!"

Sikong Rujingang shouted loudly, rose violently, and disappeared in place in an instant, the magic sword was so powerful that it pointed at all the gods in front of it!

The new generation of Moro gods held a supreme staff, solemn posture, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and other gods jointly cast forbidden spells, imprisoned Yahweh for a short time, turned to look at Sikong, and smiled cruelly.

"You trash! You can't even keep the Supreme Staff that you have had for ten years, so let me kill you to make up for the luck of the gods!"

Without saying a word, Sikong appeared in front of the True God Moro in a blink of an eye, raised his sword, and slashed it down!
There is a lot of nonsense, let's kill him first!

"Humph!"

Moloch snorted angrily, and the magic sword approached him, but unhurriedly, he swung the supreme staff.

'bump! '

The air solidified, making a dull sound, and then the power of the Supreme Staff flowed, and a spiral-shaped, layer-by-layer crystal appeared in front of the Moro God.

'Crack--'

A harsh friction sound was heard, and the magic sword scratched the crystal, leaving only a shallow white mark.

I saw rippling ripples suddenly appear on the crystal, and I moved the magic sword left and right very quickly, reducing the force. At the end, I even flicked it violently, almost flying the magic sword in Sikong's hand!

"Young man, you don't know the horror of magic, and you have blinded your divine luck for nothing!"

True God Moro laughed wildly, looked at Sikong sarcastically, and struck the Supreme Staff one after another.

'bump! '

'bump! ! '

A series of magical forbidden spells appeared, but they were hidden, but they fit together in one place.

The wind increases the intensity of the fire, the fire connects with thunder, the lightning strikes the building, and the wood moistens the thick soil...

The whole system of magic forms a sorting structure of reincarnation, which coincides with the principles of natural science, and they are horns for each other. The terrifying power is concentrated and restrained. In the end, it is unexpectedly formed into a cloak by the Moro god like an arm, floating behind it, setting it off perfectly. The abyss is unpredictable, standing proudly in the world.

True God Moro's mind moved, and a deep cold light flickered from his cloak.

It can crush mountains, pierce stars, and make the world go silent!

As expected of an elite genius of the empire, the disadvantage of Sikong, the wild Diaochan, was quickly exposed. He just came from a low-level cultivating civilization, and his starting point was too low.

The practice time is only more than a year, and the foundation is extremely shallow, and I don't even understand a lot of common sense knowledge.

The same is the supreme staff, he only knows how to use forbidden spells, and even release them as fireworks, but he doesn't know how to integrate them, and use the systematic scientific structure to build a more efficient way of forbidden spells.

At this moment, they were defeated one after another!

A deep cold light floated over, and the spiral crystals swept out. Sikong took a few steps in the air, his spine was like a dragon, and he charged out with crackling noises.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Youyou Hanguang touched the magic sword, it shattered the magic sword into pieces, turned it into one hundred and eight sword pills, and came straight towards Sikong's chest.

Sikong's eyes lit up, as if he had seen the dawn of death, he stepped forward instead of retreating!

'Boom! ! '

This space exploded directly, forming a space-time rift, with a dark wind blowing, and a weird corner of the wormhole.

Sikong was like a rag doll, falling from the sky, sinking into the ocean with a crash, piercing through the rocks on the bottom of the sea and obliterating the peak.

"Come on, we can't suppress it anymore!"

There was an anxious sound, and Yahweh, who was barely trapped, suddenly flickered violently, and Yahweh's faintly visible face was full of determination and ruthlessness.

The heaven behind him was put into his eyes, shattered, and turned into pieces of lost godheads, which burned up, providing him with an alternative power of faith.

Hearing this, Moluo looked at the turbulent ocean, but no one flew out of it. He smiled coldly and wanted to turn around.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Suddenly, a rapid coughing sound clearly appeared behind him, making his movements stiff.

"The power is enough, but it's not enough to kill me. It's a pity..."

Moluo turned around solemnly, and saw Sikong unexpectedly appearing behind him at some point, with a sickly appearance, covering his mouth and coughing continuously, the bronze mask was thrown to nowhere, and the chest mirror was completely broken , revealing his blood-soaked clothes.

"You're not dead?" Moro narrowed his eyes slightly.

Feeling his gradually weakening body, the illusory and empty touch of death became clearer and clearer, but Sikong was slightly disappointed.

He was already seriously injured, and after this battle, he was indeed on the verge of death.

But, it's too slow!
Death is too slow!

He wants a vigorous death, just like Xia Huazhi's magnificent death, so that he can return to reality immediately!
That being the case...

Sikong didn't even have the thought to talk to Moro, he sighed softly, and looked at Jehovah in the sky.

"you!"

Sikong's words fell into Moluo's ears, but it was as if they were scratching his bones, making his face ashen.

'It's a little bit close to your life?Then I——! '

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp cracking sound from small to large, Moro's eyes changed, and he looked at the Supreme Staff in his hand.

Immediately, his complexion changed drastically, his eyes fixed on the Supreme Emerald on the staff, strands of blood crept up his eyes, his pupils dilated, and the veins on his temples pulsated even more.

On the staff, the supreme emerald was actually full of cracks, like glass falling to the ground, reflecting mottled light, and every fragment reflected Molo's ashen face.

The Supreme Jade is cracked!
Sikong chuckled and disappeared instantly.

He was indeed from Ye Luzi, and he didn't know how to draw inferences from one instance, nor how to efficiently exert the power of the Supreme Staff.

But he knew that back then, in order to kill Namolo's unqualified reincarnation, he pierced the Supreme Emerald with the Holy Sword, leaving fatal flaws in the flawless Supreme Emerald.

Although he made a mistake and used thorn strips as a staff and connected the gap of the Supreme Emerald to the thorns with his fangs, it was destined that this Supreme Staff with infinite power would have a limit to its endurance.

Once it exceeds the limit, it will self-destruct!
It was enough for him, Sikong, to know this.

(End of this chapter)