Chapter 643

The Southern Demon King had just thought of running away, when he was shocked to find that his body had been restrained by the altar's restriction. Under the oppression of the restriction, his body could not move, and even his thoughts were gradually eliminated.

The two demon kings in the east and west looked at each other, and their bodies exploded into two clouds of blood mist. The blood mist was quickly absorbed by the altar, and the sea of ​​blood became more and more strange and unpredictable.

After the two demon kings voluntarily blew themselves up, the sea of ​​blood in the altar began to surge violently, and bloody hands rushed out of the sea of ​​blood, as if seeking revenge on the culprit.

The demon king of the south leaped forward with a numb face, and jumped into the sea of ​​blood. His vajra body, fearless of guns, was corroded into a puddle of blood as soon as it came into contact with the sea of ​​blood.

All this happened so fast that Su Mu had no time to stop it.

Who can give the powerful demon king who wants to get the two fates to choose to blew himself up and killed himself.

I'm afraid that all of this is in their plan. For them, the best ending is that the sacrifice is successful, and the demon king in the south becomes a carrier, welcoming the descending of the god.

The worst ending is that the group is destroyed here, but even if they die, the plan of the gods will not fail.

Because their death is also part of the plan!

woo woo woo~

The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves sounded, the sky and the earth suddenly went dark, and the wind was blowing. Even though the sun was shining brightly above your head, you couldn’t feel the slightest warmth. The hair stands on end, and the scalp is numb.

The sea of ​​blood rolled back, forming a huge funnel, all the blood water gathered towards the bottom of the funnel, and a blood-colored phantom slowly formed in the revolving funnel.

Without further ado, Su Mu manipulated the thunder dragon to breathe out the dragon's breath at the phantom at the bottom of the blood sea.

The destructive white light pierced through the phantom, and the annihilating power spread out, and the altar was instantly torn apart. The aftermath of the remaining power remained undiminished, and a layer of the mountain was cut off abruptly!

The shock wave set off a category 12 hurricane that connected to the sky and ravaged the mountains, but the phantom at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood was unscathed!

It seems that this phantom is in another dimension, and the power existing in this dimension is difficult to affect other dimensions.

The phantom at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood covered his mouth and smiled lightly: "Don't bother, as long as I am willing, a tiny creature like you will never be able to hit me once."

Su Mu snorted coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

The mother spirit of chaos permeated, and it automatically gathered in Su Mu's palm, turning into a simple-looking war spear engraved with divine patterns.

The vast and sacred atmosphere lingered, and there were neat and high-pitched hymns, as if in ancient times, there was a stalwart god who held this spear and fought alone for nine days and ten days.

Su Mu's right arm was raised back high, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, the divine pattern engraved on the spear was shining brightly, and the tip of the spear that tore nine heavens was thrown fiercely at the phantom at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood.

There was no exaggerated movement, everything was so plain and natural, but there was a thunderstorm in this calm and calm.

The moment the spear was about to hit the blood-colored phantom, the space at the bottom distorted, and ripples appeared, as if a naughty child had thrown a boulder towards the tranquil lake, causing waves to rise.

The spear passed through this distorted space effortlessly, and came to the dimension where the bloody phantom was.