Chapter 1639

With the distance getting closer and closer, Wang Xu suddenly struggled violently and cried out, "wasteland demon, don't kill me, I can tell you where the dark death demon is..."

His voice was getting smaller and smaller, almost angry.

The change of the blood fingerprint of the demon God was far beyond his imagination. He almost sucked him dry. At this time, there was no magic element left in his body. Even if the blood fingerprint could attack at any time, it could not.

He must find a way to get close to the Lord of desolation!

"Oh?"

The barren devil opened his eyes again. With a pick of his brow, Wang Xu had no magic yuan left in his body. His breath was decaying to the extreme, so he could not escape from his eyes.

No threat to him!

He thought a move, the chain moves, voice, Wang Xu was sent to him.

"Tell me, where is Hei die hiding?"

"Cang..." Wang Xu's voice was very small, and the desolate devil didn't hear it clearly. He frowned and drew Wang Xu closer to himself.

"What?"

"I said..." Wang Xu opened his mouth, the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a grim smile: "you give me to die!"

The next second, his left hand suddenly pressed on the body of the desolate demon, the blood fingerprints on it suddenly burst out, and the terrible power from the demon God destroyed in an instant.

The wasteland demon almost didn't respond, and was immediately inundated by the blood light of the bloody fingerprints.

The blood light is like the strongest sulfuric acid, which corrodes the body of the desolate Demon Lord. Where he passes, his flesh and bones are all dissolved into the blood light.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one head left in the huge demon's body, and all the other parts disappeared in the blood light.

The one eye on Wang Xu's head was staring at Wang Xu. It was full of horror, disbelief and incomprehension.

He never thought that Wang Xu had such terrible power, that power

Is it the blood Slayer?

His eyes were in a trance, and he saw that he had lost his body, and the ghost fled back from the Xuankong City, and saw the scene of blood killing the demon God.

"Barren, you let me down. It seems that you need a stronger body... This is the condensation method of demon body. Take it and make it stronger! "

The consciousness of the desolate Lord is rapidly weakening: "why? Lord blood Slayer... Why? "

He won't!

He didn't understand!

Why did the blood killing demon God give Wang Xu the blood fingerprints to kill him after he gave him the way to gather the body of the demon God?

Thinking of Wang Xu, the consciousness of the desolate devil is a struggle again. Maybe he is dying, and his thinking becomes extremely clear.

At this time, he suddenly remembered where Wang Xu's familiar breath came from.

He had the biggest one eye: "you, you... Are you the magic dragon? No, you are the emperor of the human race... "

At that moment, it seemed that the desolate demon master finally understood why Wang Xu Mingming gave him a dragon soul source, but he could still insert a knife behind his back out of control.

But at this time, even if the desolate Lord saw through everything, he had nothing to mend. The blood light melted his last consciousness.

Wang Xu looked at him coldly and finally died, without any meaning to answer.

Looking at the desolate devil who disappeared in the blood light, he was also frightened: "is this the power of the devil? Terror

But soon, he closed his eyes slowly, and a stream of soul power in his body turned into a pure huge demon yuan, which belonged to the goods that the desolate demon lord brought to him.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes soared.

Though killing the desolation, Mo Zhu relied on the blood fingerprints of the devil's blood, but the spirit of the barren Mo Zhu was all absorbed by him, but it was a pity that the blood essence of the devil's body was dissolved in the blood light.

Even so, the death of the black death, the desolation and the death of the two evil emperors brought him a huge amount of goods, which reduced his cultivation time by ten thousand years at one time (the growth time of ordinary magic dragon cultivation).

Boom!

Wang Xu suddenly raised his hand and grasped the Dragon Emperor sword whose curse had dissipated. Without any sign, he swept out the sword. In an earth shaking sword chant, a bright sword light crossed the sky and fell down from the sky. Among the countless demons fighting on the ground, he left a 10000 meter long sword mark, which divided the whole battlefield into two parts.

"All those who have reason, whether demon or demon, stop and gather at my feet!"

Under the influence of the killing rules, those who can still keep their sense are all high-level demons. They have enough strength to be the army Wang Xu wants. These are elite.

"Submit to me!"

"Follow me!"

"Destruction! slaughter! Conquer

Wang Xu's cold voice spread in all directions, and all the rational higher demons could not help but stop. They looked up at the dark shadow in the sky, and a strong sense of awe rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Lord of the wilderness! Black Death great devil!

Once their master, now all died in the hands of Wang Xu, in the face of such a powerful existence, who dare not accept? Who can refuse?

Thousands of powerful demons, from all directions, gathered in the earth under Wang Xu's feet.

The two evil emperors, beheading snake and haduqi, led the elite of Wang Xu's headquarters to form a formation. They were powerful and powerful.

The bloody demon emperor stood in the void not far away, with a pair of magic wings behind him instigating slowly. His face was full of amazement, loss and shock. Obviously, he didn't understand that the ultimate winner would be Wang Xu.

"Follow me?"

The next second, Wang Xu's eyes suddenly across the sky, indifferent fall down, according to the bloodstain body.

"I, the bloody devil, will follow the great dragon of Morri and submit to you!" The bloodstain opened its mouth, and then fell to the void.

Wang Xu nodded, glanced around, and suddenly said, "kill the others, and leave none!"

In his heart, those low-level demons who are still killing and those high-level demons who are still waiting and hesitating are already dead

Sacrifice!

The game of demon God is not over yet!

Step out, Wang Xu turned into a streamer and flew to the ten thousand soul mill on the earth. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the rain all over the sky.

Bang!

A shadow came down from the sky and smashed on the pillar in the center of the soul mill.

"If so, the power of killing rules is not the power of the desolate demon lord, but the power from the soul mill... Is it also the means of killing the demon God with blood?"

Wang Xu's eyes twinkle, and his demonic sense sweeps all over the soul mill. Looking around, there are lots of demons who are affected by the power of the killing rules. The closer he gets to the soul mill, the more powerful demons will be affected and become killing machines, killing until he dies.

At the same time, there are also these dead demons, whose flesh and blood are swallowed by the soul mill, whose spirits are assimilated by the power of the killing rules, gather together, and then suddenly disappear out of thin air after reaching a certain concentration.

"Is this the game of the devil? Sacrifice life? Reap all living beings? "

Wang Xu murmured to himself, his heart was shocked.

At the same time, the ambition in his heart also rose wildly. Devil's game, who said he can't play together?