Chapter 669

Luke did not believe in the so-called "human gods" from beginning to end, and a group of tentacles deserved to be called gods.

There is also the old witch. The withered old body contains an extremely chaotic and powerful soul, just like Adam, a corpse puppet integrating many fragments of consciousness.

This creature is naturally dark, cold-blooded and ruthless. It ends with death. If it is allowed to return to the earth, who knows what will happen.

The white bone plain is very large, with a radius of nearly hundreds of kilometers. At Luke's speed, it only takes three minutes to cross it. However, it has escaped for eight minutes and has not reached the edge.

He realized something and stopped quickly.

"Why, want to surrender."

DOM said in a cold voice, "I can give you a chance, put down the soul eating bow, say the position of the tentacle, and I'll let you go."

Luke shook his head ridiculously,

"Everyone, it should be you who want to escape. Don't you find that this place is no longer the original white bone plain."

DOM frowned slightly and looked around subconsciously. It was quiet and unchanged,

"Your Highness, something is wrong."

A god of death stood up and said seriously, "I can't feel the position of other gods of death. This space seems to be blocked."

The other gods of death strengthened their senses one after another. As a result, they could not see or hear anything, and there was a blank outside their field of vision.

"No, it's a trap."

DOM's face changed suddenly. The next second, the earth burst, dozens of tentacles rushed out of the ground, and surrounded them from all directions like a giant dragon across the sky.

There is a figure on the top of each tentacle, including men and women, old and young. Their lower bodies are connected with the mouth, only the upper body is not inch long.

"It was you, and you really lived."

DOM's face was gloomy and his eyes swept over the people one by one,

"God of the moon, God of the sea, akanla, Shiva SA, earth venerable, ancient Tibetan Buddha... I haven't seen you for thousands of years, but you have become like this."

The Cold Moon said coldly, "DOM, you're not dead."

"I won't die, and no one can kill me. On the contrary, you, Princess hanyue, have died in the war. Why should you live? It's incredible that a proud God like you can tolerate yourself to become a tentacle."

"I'm curious about the reason."

"You talk too much nonsense."

The cold moon rushed into the sky and sang loudly. The song echoed in the air and clearly spread to every human brain. The human gods were as excited as soldiers who were feverish buffs. The God of death in the underworld covered his head and was sleepy. He could hardly open his eyes.

One plus one minus, the war situation has fundamentally changed.

That's great!

Luke gave a thumbs up secretly. Just one mouth can make the enemy lose combat effectiveness. It's a great killing weapon on the battlefield. No wonder he can become a fairy court Dharma protector.

"Cold moon, you are still so memorable."

DOM stared at the woman on his tentacle. "In those years, it was because of your song that I was secretly attacked by the Lord of Xianting and had to leave the battlefield. For thousands of years, I don't recall that scene all the time."

"I have suffered a loss once, and there will never be a second time."

DOM took out something similar to a snail shell from his armor. "This is the conch of the sea demon I prepared for you."

With the injection of divine power, Beiluo began to shine. A song seems to echo in the air from ancient times. The song has the flavor of hometown. It can recall the memory buried in the depths of the soul, let people fall into missing and recalling, and remember the eternal youth.

Just now, the human gods, who were still very fanatical, immediately entered the state of thinking, with dull expressions and mysterious smiles at the corners of their mouths.

The cold moon frowned slightly, immediately changed the tune and forcibly awakened the people.

As soon as they come and go, the situation returns to the origin. The human side has no buff, and the God of death in the underworld is no longer sleepy.

"How can you beat me without singing?"

DOM put away the conch and pulled out the four machetes on his back. The machete broke through the air and the black awn flashed away.

Poof!

The human in front screamed in pain. The body was divided into two, two into four, four into eight... So was the lower tentacle. After only a few seconds, the body disappeared and decomposed into millions of flesh and blood cubes, the smallest of which was less than a millimeter.

"Sleeping trough... What?"

Luke was so stupid that he couldn't understand it. With one blow, the enemy turned from a mountain monster into small particles.

That's an exaggeration!

How can there be such ability in the world.

"The underworld should not have a god of the human world."

DOM split a black awn and pointed directly at the ancient Tibetan Buddha in front. The speed was too fast to respond. The ancient Tibetan Buddha could only watch the black light approaching.

At the critical moment, a glittering and translucent palm appeared in front of him to block the black awn.

Puff!

There are dense blood marks on the palm, which climb up along the arm and cover the whole body.

The ancient Tibetan Buddha was shocked, "Princess!"

"I'm fine. You deal with the others."

The cold moon forcibly swallowed the blood in her mouth and used her divine power to repair her body. Unexpectedly, as soon as the wound healed, it burst again, and the ejected blood dyed the whole person red.

"It's useless. My ability can't resist Zeus and the Lord of the fairy court, let alone you."

DOM jumped up and split dozens of black awns with the flashing light of the knife. The cold moon moved left and right and kept dodging. However, now she is not the original moon god. Her body can avoid, but her tentacles can't.

After being hit by the black awn, the tentacles split into countless particles.

The tentacle is the source of energy. If you lose the tentacle, your divine power will be greatly reduced. The physically and mentally exhausted cold moon can only stand in place,

"Goodbye, moon god."

"This time, I will never give you a chance to resurrect."

DOM waved his knife and cut straight. Suddenly, a chill rose from his heart and hurriedly drew his knife back.

When!

The blade collides with the tip of the arrow, and the surrounding air is pulled away and fused with lightning and flame to form a circular shock wave covering thousands of meters.

After pushing DOM back, Luke hurried forward, caught the body of the cold moon and stepped back,

"How are you? Are you okay?"

The cold moon shook her head weakly, "put me on the ground."

"On the ground?"

Luke said puzzled, "your body now..."

"It's okay, come on."

Luke didn't hesitate, rushed down quickly and put the cold moon with only the upper body on the land covered with bone fragments. At the moment of touching the ground, her body recovered rapidly and even grew tentacles again.

This scene made Luke look silly,

"This... This... This... What magic is this?"

"I'll tell you later. Thank you for saving me."

The cold moon smiled gently at him, turned and rushed to the sky. DOM realized something, kept looking around, and finally looked down,

"Praise from the goddess of life, your body is underground."

The Cold Moon said in a deep voice, "although you are very strong, we will not die here."

"The battle of the gods made you run away. This time I must let you fall and avenge your dead companions."