The Sacred Ding Chapter 396: Knife to kill people

　　 Hundreds of millions of dead souls were thrown into the rebirth array, but almost all of their souls were either crushed to pieces by the rebirth array or blown away by the space storm.

　　 Except for certain demon generals and spirits, there are only very few soul fragments. They were able to escape these two calamities with great luck, and almost completely descended to the blood cloud wasteland, with one of the corpses and bones on the ground. Fusion, rebirth.

　　Moban is such a different kind, awakening part of the memory, growth will be extremely rapid and powerful.

　　Moban was sitting on a throne set up by the thick bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in contemplation. The top of his head was the simple stone top of the stone hall, rough and primitive.

　　 He also doesn't remember when he awakened. He just knew that when he woke up, he was fighting, fighting, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!

　　Gradually, Moban learned how to conquer his subordinates, and then rely on their power to further expand. Gradually, there are more and more Rakshasa demon under him. He does not need to go out to conquer himself, naturally there will be fresh ones. Flesh and strength are sent to him. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!

　　The huge warship in the sky, the towering temple, the world collapsed under one blow, and all kinds of pictures like memories of the past, vague or clear, because of the long-term silent contemplation, from time to time surfaced in my mind; but With the emergence of pictures like memories of past lives, there will be a kind of pain that tears the soul.

　　 So he still can't find a clear answer. He only knows that he hates this **** wasteland, these **** Rakshas and this **** killing.

　　A Rakshasa devil hates killing. This is really black humor.

　　 bang bang, a heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Moban’s contemplation, he stared at the blood-stained Martial Guardian Rakshasa, with flames in his blood-red eyes Rise.

　　 It is a very serious matter to disturb Moban's meditation. This blood demon leaned over to sue for mercy, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Moban.

　　 Moban stared at him, watching several half-meter-long wounds on his body, as well as a huge penetrating wound on his waist. The flesh and blood around the wound was squirming in vain, but there was no power. Signs of recovery.

　　 Moban waved his hand impatiently, stopped his statement, grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne, and the bone spear was quickly stained with a layer of green flames. With a wave of his hand, it penetrated this already. Without any hope of recovery, the huge scale claws scratched in the void, and a golden light group slowly emerged from the top of the dead Gorefiend. He looked at the light group for a while, and waved his hand to break the light group.

　　 A small team of his soldiers and horses sent out to scout and prey was even attacked within more than two hundred miles, and only one escaped back after being killed!

　　 Shameful sneak attacker!

　　 Moban let out an angry roar, the gathering place of the whole tribe moved instantly, and four or five hundred Rakshasa demon quickly gathered in front of the throne.

　　Moban stepped off the throne, holding a white jade-like bone spear in one hand, and with a strong pick, he threw the poor corpse into the magic group. Although there is a lot of food now, the flesh and blood essence of the war pawn's demon body can't be wasted. This seven or eight-meter-high demon corpse was eaten up after a short time.

　　 Moban pointed in the direction recorded by the soul fragment, and the earth shook, and all the Rakshasa demon soldiers followed him and rolled away.

　　 Chen Hai’s huge puppet clone was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and dozens of the remains of Rakshas were scattered around. When four or five hundred Rakshas stepped into the sea of ​​knowledge, he grabbed the war spear and brought Yao Laogen and other eight blood guards rushed to the Lonely Peak Valley, leaking out the aura along the way, ensuring that this group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.

　　 When the Mopan rushed to the place where Chen Hai sat cross-legged just now, he only saw a messy battlefield, with ragged limbs scattered everywhere, but the perpetrators were nowhere to be seen.

　　Moban was furious. Since he started to understand his subordinates, he has never suffered such loss and insult.

　　Of course, in his concept, avoiding fighting is an insult to him.

　　 just as he was instructed to scatter around looking for the trail of these provocateurs, he was keenly aware of a tingling breath. This breath is the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragment.

　　 At the moment, he took the lead and headed in the direction where Chen Hai disappeared, followed by a raging magic soldier.

　　 ran for a long time, he could feel the cowardly sneak attacker not far in front of him, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

　　 Fortunately, the Rakshasa demon is in the blood cloud wasteland and never lacks time. He must catch up with them, then twist their heads off and make wine glasses.

　　 Wait, what is a wine glass? There was another tearing pain deep in Moban's soul.

　　Don't think about things that you don't understand. This is Moban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the sense of separation of the soul being cut through the memory fragments is too painful, making him subconsciously afraid.

　　 At this time, Chen Hai had already condensed his breath and lurked on a lonely mountain only ten miles away from the valley gourd mouth. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding the huge monster body as much as possible. After the bushes.

　　Chen Hai also deployed an additional small formation restriction to completely cover up their aura.

　　 Whether it is the alien blood demon in the valley, or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers lured over by them, the strength is a bit higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful consciousness sea of ​​the puppet clone, as well as the demon god's appearance condensed in the knowledge sea with the fundamental secrets of the Raksha blood refining secret method.

　　 Chen Hai’s divine consciousness stretched out. Although the blood cloud wasteland had no sun, moon, and stars, it was at the time when the world’s evil spirits were at its peak, and the alien blood demons could not completely conceal the aura of the spirit spring.

　　 At this time, there are waves of energy in the gourd-shaped valley, as if gently lifting the hazy veil, a ray of dazzling and solid energy fluctuations spilling out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared in the desert An oasis was out.

　　 Moban also chased outside the valley at this time. The world has lost the breath of a sneak attacker. Suddenly a new breath of very light and full of vitality comes through, and he abruptly stops his castration. , Both feet have drawn two deep trenches several meters long on the hard ground.

　　 The hundreds of Rakshasa demon who followed him also stopped, staring at the leaders who fell into contemplation one by one.

　　 What kind of breath is that so familiar?

　　 Moban gave up tracking the sneak attackers and headed for the valley.

　　 Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He also took a lot of time to confirm that the alien Rakshas could not completely cover the breath of Lingquan at this time. He found such a moderately powerful Raksha group and lured him over. , Sit and watch them fight.

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　　 In the valley, Chi Yuan walked around Lingquan anxiously.

　　In the sea of ​​knowledge, hundreds of Rakshasa demon, like a sharp arrow coming straight into their position, the leader's breath is strong like a ball of flame, and the strength is actually equal to him.

　　 At this time, Lingquan's aura has weakened, but he can no longer cover up his aura.

　　 Maybe it is time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates, but he is on the side of the spiritual spring and can cultivate the essence of the orifice channel, and uses the spiritual spring as a bait to lure other Raksha master hooks Later, it was convenient for him to devour the soul to quickly improve his magical effect, so that he who had already tasted the sweetness was hard to give up.

　　Once the sea was difficult for water, if he were to abandon the spirit spring and return to the environment that required tragic fights to slowly improve, he would rather destroy.

　　While he was anxious, he regretted deeply. He had lured a large number of gorefiends before and after, but he was blinded by the power, except for leaving behind the subordinates who must be able to serve him, all other They were all destroyed by him in order to enhance their spiritual power.

　　 If you don’t focus on the improvement of your own strength, you can gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, you don’t need to be afraid of the invading group of Bolasha warriors.

　　 But power, **** power—what is real power?

　　 But why did I perceive the appearance of several heads of the same kind just now, and then so many gorefiends plunged in?

　　 just relied on his instinct to improve himself, and he still couldn't understand the meaning and power of the word conspiracy too much, and didn't realize that all of this was just the same kind that he had just set him.

　　Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan Six Senses have become extremely keen. It seems that they feel the anxiety and anxiety of dozens of subordinates, and they are no longer low-level monsters who only know how to kill~IndoMTL.com ~I also know fear and anxiety.

　　 Hundreds of similar species have entered Taniguchi, getting closer and closer to this side.

　　 is the idea of ​​going or staying, spinning like wheels in Chi Yuan's mind, and the pain that is difficult to choose almost tears apart his distinctive soul.

　　 Suddenly, he stopped, and a fresh word popped out of his mind. A word that had never appeared in Rakshasa's dictionary before, he didn't even know how to pronounce the word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to persuade the head of the blood demon who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.

　　The closer to Lingquan, the stronger the breath full of vitality, Mo Ban’s familiar feeling deep in his memory, is about to drive him crazy, he speeds up his pace and rushes, leaving hundreds of magic soldiers behind. Behind.

　　 Not long after, Moban went to the depths of the valley and watched dozens of demon bodies of the same kind as iron towers, surrounded by a red source that was one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking him. Way to go.

　　 Those thirty or so of the same kind would not be seen by Mo Ban, and Chi Yuan, who was thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a sense of danger. Moban secretly calculated the strength of the two sides in his heart, stopped his pace, and then retreated hundreds of meters to widen the distance between the two sides. To fight, he had to wait for the magic soldiers to come over.

　　 Moban’s cautiousness, and a trace of fear in the demon pupils, made Chiyuan’s decision just now shaken again, and his greed to own the Spirit Spring alone was ignited again.

　　 Hesitation has never been the style of the Rakshasa. Greed defeated the rational Chiyuan. He had a meal with both feet, brandishing a pair of dagger-like bone spurs, and screamed towards Moban. u