The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 2305: Blood battle

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Chapter 2305 Bloody Battle

Boom...

The golden dragon played by Wang Meng's supernatural powers instantly broke through the sky and slammed into the mountain range severely.

The mountains were broken, Mo Jiuyou was crushed by the boulder inside.

Huh...

The countless powerful demons below took a breath.

All were shocked by Wang Meng's powerful methods.

The three elders of the Demon Race who supported the Demon Nine You roared: "Wang Meng, you dare to hurt the prince of our Demon Race. Is this going to be an enemy of our entire Demon Race?"

Wang Meng sneered when he heard the words: "You old fellow, it is true that you can accuse me of a crime, but I am on the order of the old demon **** to clear the door for your demon race."

"Today I want to kill Demon Jiuyou, whoever dares to step forward to stop, I will let anyone be punished."

The king yelled fiercely, and his voice was thick and unquestionable.

Now that Wang Meng holds the Old Demon God's Lingjian in his hand, who dares to doubt him?

That is simply a kind of trouble with the old demon god.

The third elder of the demon clan below heard Wang Meng's words and looked ugly, but after all, he did not dare to take a step forward.

Wang Meng jokingly sneered, stepping on the natural wind wheel, as fast as a gust of wind, and instantly came to the destroyed mountain range.

Wang Meng stared at him, and he could feel the aura of Demon Jiuyou in the depths pressed by the gravel.

Apparently Mo Jiuyou is not dead yet.

Boom!

A loud noise.

Then everyone saw that several pieces of gravel flew out from there, a black light shot out from it, and the other end directly hit the sky.

For an instant, there was a "rumbling" sound from the sky, and a frightening aura exuded.

"This is?"

"Are there any other players?"

Wang Meng saw it, frowned, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Thinking that the war has reached this point, I didn't expect Mo Jiuyou to have a back hand. The strength of Mo Jiuyou is really terrifying.

Deserves to be the prince of the demons.

"Ah..."

From the depths pressed by the gravel, Mo Jiu You's painful and resentful voice came.

Then Mo Jiuyou soared into the sky.

Now Mo Jiuyou, his injuries are extremely miserable, with blood all over his body, staining his clothes and face red.

Obviously, Wang Meng's crazy attack just now made Mo Jiuyou suffer a lot. If it weren't for him to be a Demon Race, with a tyrannical physique, far better than other races, the Mo Jiuyou would be dead.

Wang Meng stared at Mo Jiuyou, but did not pay attention to Mo Jiuyou's current injury.

Wang Meng only noticed one thing, and that was the ninth-level magic pattern on Mo Jiuyou's forehead.

The ninth-level magic pattern shines with light, and the shape is mysterious. Wang Meng can't understand what it is, but he can feel an extremely terrifying evil.

In the demons, the magic pattern is the basis for measuring a demons, and it is divided into one to ten levels.

The first-level magic lines are the most common, and the tenth-level magic lines are the most powerful.

The magic pattern is not just used to measure the power of the demon strong, it is also aggressive.

Before the Devil Emperor and Zi Yan entered the Demon Race of the Tianyu World, they never knew about magic patterns. They were the magic patterns that were awakened only after they entered.

Because of the awakening of the magic pattern, their strength can be improved by leaps and bounds.

It can be said that the magic pattern of the demon clan is the root of the strong demon clan.

The magic line is shattered, and his deity is also abolished.

Now the ninth-level magic pattern on Mo Jiuyou's forehead is shining brightly, illuminating the whole earth, it is pitch black, and his smile has become extremely evil and cold.

"Wang Meng, today I will kill you with a ninth-level magic pattern."

Mo Jiuyou volleyed, raised his head, the magic pattern on his forehead and the black beam of light in the sky merged perfectly.

At this moment, Mo Jiuyou's aura was extremely powerful and terrifying, overflowing from his body, exaggerating everyone around him.

They felt it, and they couldn't help shivering, very scared.

"This is... Demon Jiuyou, this is not an ordinary use of magic lines."

Mo Qingtian's brows were frowning tightly, and there was anxiety in his heart.

He was very knowledgeable, and naturally he saw through Mo Qingtian's intentions in the first place.

"What's the matter?" Zi Yan and Qing Luo next to them both saw Mo Qingtian's shocked expressions, and knew that the situation was not so good.

I saw Mo Qingtian’s facial features, all solemnly about to squeeze together, and sighed: "Mo Jiuyou is going to work hard."

"As we all know, the magic lines of our demons are the fundamental and most important thing. The power of the magic lines can be used, but there are certain restrictions. According to my guess, the current magic jiuyou is ready to All use the power of the magic pattern to kill Wang Meng without dying."

"Will there be any consequences?" Zi Yan asked.

"The consequence...the consequence is that Mo Jiuyou sacrificed his ninth-level magic pattern." Mo Qingtian said, his heart couldn't help being shocked. Mo Jiuyou was really fierce enough to do whatever it takes to achieve a certain goal.

"Crazy!" Zi Yan blurted out, her eyes flashing solemnly.

"Devil Jiuyou did this, even if he successfully killed Wang Meng, his body would be greatly traumatized and his magic lines would be dissipated. For a strong demon clan who had dissipated his magic lines, he was no longer a complete demon. Family."

"No!"

Faced with Zi Yan's words, Mo Qingtian retorted.

Mo Qingtian’s eyes flashed a sly light, and then she turned her gaze to the side. The little demon boy in Zi Yan’s arms said solemnly: "You have underestimated Mo Jiuyou’s ambition, he won’t let himself Having suffered such a severe injury, if I am not wrong, Mo Jiuyou intends to sacrifice his ninth-level magic pattern and forcibly transplant the little magic boy’s ten-level magic pattern in the past."

"What?"

The words of Mo Qingtian surprised Zi Yan.

Liu's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and the hands of the little magic boy were tightened a little bit tighter.

"Elder, is this feasible?" Zi Yan asked suspiciously.

Devil Qingtian heard the words, shook his head, and sighed: "I don't know, someone from the Demon Race has used this method to transplant magic lines. There are many failures. Of course, there are also successes." /

Zi Yan is silent. If Mo Jiu You really succeeds, then the tenth-level magic pattern of Little Demon Boy belongs to Mo Jiu You.

The little magic boy will undoubtedly die at that time.

Zi Yan, doesn't want to see such results appear.

Zi Yan stared at the sky, Wang Meng's imposing manner remained undiminished, as if the sky would collapse and would not overwhelm Wang Meng, praying in her heart that Wang Meng could completely kill Mo Jiuyou.

All hopes are pinned on Wang Meng.

Wang Meng stared at Mo Jiuyou. Wang Meng, who didn't understand the secrets of Mozu, could still guess how Mo Jiuyou did.

Buzz...

Abnormal noises erupted in Mo Jiuyou's body, and the ninth-level magic pattern on his forehead was also trembling violently.

Then Mo Jiuyou stretched out his hand, grabbed the ninth-level magic pattern in his hand, and gently squeezed it, and the ninth-level magic pattern burst out with terrifying demonic energy, and all his brain entered the body of the magic ninth level.

Mo Jiuyou raised his head, his hands condensed with a mysterious and strange three-point seal.

Then shouted loudly in his mouth: "The power of the magic pattern, help me become a demon!"

At this moment, the terrifying magic power swept all over Mo Jiuyou.

The countless powerful demons below are shocked. They feel that their legs are weak, and they have the urge to kneel down to the Demon Jiuyou.