The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 2304: Horror

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Wang Meng condenses all the natural things, gathers a little, is the ultimate natural power, is the most terrifying killer move.

Although it seems that there is only a small amount, the terrifying power in it cannot be underestimated.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The green natural light ball hits inside the twelve evil demon images of Demon Nine Nether, like a comet hitting the earth.

At that point of collision, several ripples erupted in an instant, spreading to the surroundings. As soon as the surrounding space touched, it couldn't bear it, and it broke apart.

In a short while, the sky formed a spider-web-like picture.

The spread did not stop, and it continued to spread around.

In the Great Elder Demon Hall, a stalwart palace was affected, and the upper third of it was instantly shattered, turning into **** and rolling down.

"Call..."

The powerful demons below all took a breath of air, shockingly incredible.

They didn't expect the collision to be so tragic, reaching a sense of destruction.

They dare not take it lightly and do their best to run the profound arts, condense the aperture to wrap themselves, so as not to be harmed by this kind of influence.

The same goes for Zi Yan and Mo Qingtian, Qing Luo and others.

Zi Yan wrapped her and the little magic boy with the sword light of the Heavenly Demon Sword, keeping her eyes on the battle circle in the sky.

Zi Yan saw that Wang Meng and Mo Jiuyou were on the two sides, looking like a crazy confrontation between the two worlds.

In front of them, the space was shattered, and several chaotic vortices that could only be formed by the shattered space appeared, exuding a taste of horror.

Wang Meng's attack has dissipated.

On the contrary, the twelve monsters of Demon Jiuyou still stood there intact.

After seeing this scene, Zi Yan frowned tightly and said in an uneasy tone: "Did you fail?"

"Meng Wang! Lost!"

When Zi Yan said this, a strong weakness flashed in her eyes.

Today's general trend, Wang Meng is the backbone of the Little Demon Boys faction. If Wang Meng loses, they will all be finished.

Just ask, who else can resist Mo Jiuyou?

Look at all the demon powerhouses around who support the little demon boy, their facial features are full of tension, and their expressions are extremely complicated.

If this Wang Meng really loses to Mo Jiuyou, then there will be a massacre by Mo Jiuyou, and they can't resist it at all.

"Sigh..."

All the powerful demons who support the Little Demon Boy faction are sighing.

Mo Jiuyou sneered madly. He was inside the twelve evil golems, his eyes were domineering, and he showed a terrifying smile at Wang Meng: "Wang Meng! Your attack can't break my twelve evil golems! Look! What else do you have?"

"Jiejie..."

A cold laugh.

Behind Mo Jiuyou, the remaining eleven phantoms of Jade Devil burst into light, and terrifying power radiated from them.

Mo Jiuyou in this state is too terrifying.

Wang Meng was not afraid, with a joking sneer at the corner of his mouth, he stepped forward and said in a very evil manner: "Majiuyou, you are too happy too soon."

"The day of your twelve devil's death is the day of death."

"Huh?"

Wang Meng's words made Mo Jiuyou frown, and he didn't understand the meaning of Wang Meng's words.

But I can feel uneasy.

Crack!

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the twelve punishable demon statues where Mo Jiuyou was.

Mo Jiuyou looked to his side, where a crack appeared on the body of a virtual image of the Devil Slayer.

Crack!

There is another sound.

The imaginary image of the Demon Slayer beside it was also cracked.

Crack!

Crack!

The sounds rang out one after another.

In the Demon Nine Nether Twelve Demon Statues, the only remaining eleven Demon Demon Statues were cracked, and their breath dropped rapidly, and they could be completely destroyed at any time.

"This..." Mo Jiuyou was shocked. As the owner of the vision of the Twelve Demon Images, he was able to feel the changes in the Twelve Demon Images for the first time.

They will all be destroyed.

Puff...

Mo Jiuyou couldn't bear it, and immediately spouted a mouthful of blood, his breath wilting to the extreme.

Then stared at Wang Meng with bitter eyes: "What...what did you do?"

Wang Meng did not answer.

A sneer crossed the corner of his mouth, and he hooked his finger at the Mo Jiuyou in front of him, and shouted: "You lost!"

"Lost?" Mo Jiuyou was unwilling, his teeth were bitten out of blood.

Huh...

The countless powerful demons below took a breath.

The elders who supported the little magic boy were shocked at first, and then joy quickly emerged.

"Broken? Wang Meng actually broke the twelve monsters of Mo Jiuyou?"

"It's terrifying, but that is the vision of the twelve slaying demons of our demons. Can Wang Meng break it?"

"Mo Jiuyou lost, Wang Meng is about to win. This is really a mess."

The powerful demons who support the little magic boy are cheering.

On the other hand, the powerhouses of the demons who supported the Mo Jiuyou side were very nervous, thinking that if Wang Meng really defeated Mo Jiuyou, they would definitely suffer.

This is a matter of life and death.

"This kid, it really surprised me. The twelve monsters of Mo Jiuyou, even in my heyday, may not be able to resist it." Mo Qingtian looked at Wang Meng with solemn eyes.

I understand that my eyes are dizzy. I have always looked down on Wang Meng before.

Zi Yan next to her is extremely happy.

"Broken!"

High in the sky, Wang Meng yelled. In the Demon Nine Nether Twelve Demon Statues, all the eleven virtual statues of Demon Demon shattered and exploded into black spots of light in the sky.

Wang Meng sneered, fighting spirit and supernatural powers running, and one after another tyrannical attacks struck him.

In a short while, Wang Meng let Mo Jiu You's twelve slaying golems completely shatter, and this vision was beaten and destroyed.

Mo Jiuyou's pain is not light, and he understands that this is the general trend.

Mo Qingtian touched his beard and exclaimed: "He actually stunned the Nine Nether Phenomenon abruptly. Wang Meng is so brave and invincible."

"This battle situation, the outcome is about to appear."

Zi Yan next to her is noncommittal, and now Wang Meng and Mo Jiuyou have reached the final moment of the battle. Wang Meng, who has broken the Mo Jiuyou and Twelve Demon Elephants, is a perfect crush.

Endless killing!

"The Demon Nine Nethers, now you have no such visions as the Twelve Devil Demons, how can you resist it?"

Wang Meng stood high in the sky, his eyes staring, endless blood rising into the sky like a wild dragon, his aura was invincible.

Huh!

Wang fiercely stepped on the natural wind wheel, and instantly came to Mo Jiuyou, holding the Erjin coffin in his hand, and slapped him fiercely.

Boom!

Mo Jiuyou couldn't stand it, and was attacked from behind, and a whole chunk of it collapsed.

Puff...

Mo Jiu Youdang even spouted a mouthful of blood, his body flew out, and with another "boom", he slammed into a giant mountain range there.

Mo Jiuyou's body is embedded in it.

Wang Meng's eyes were cold, and he didn't intend to let Mo Jiuyou go.

The spirit of war is running, and a golden dragon is pushed hard by Wang to perform. On the golden dragon's body, there are golden scales everywhere, with dazzling light.

It was actually as real as it was deduced by Wang Meng. After it appeared, it opened its teeth and danced its claws and let out a "throat"-like roar.

After Wang slammed into a golden dragon, he ordered it to chase Mo Jiuyou and hit the giant mountain.

Wang Meng wants to kill!

Never show mercy!