The Villain’s Memories Revealed Chapter 292: True horror

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After going underground, Chiron must have seen something, but he didn't notice it himself.

If you look directly at Yuan Jiu's body with your own eyes and don't deliberately protect it, even the Supreme Emperor Realm cannot escape the fate of being twisted and transformed.

Qilong is a majestic emperor, who has practiced Taoism for 90,000 years, and died so worthlessly.

He had too little information about Yuan Jiu, so he shouldn't have put himself in danger.

The body of the worm creature suddenly began to distort and swell rapidly before the strong man from all realms came to his senses.

Only a loud noise was heard, and the worm turned into thousands of magic fog and exploded.

The ground collapsed inch by inch, and the space was distorted and shattered visible to the naked eye.

The pitch-black magic mist swept all directions, plunging the world into darkness.

Most strong men couldn't even bear the power, and lost their sanity and turned into hideous and terrifying monsters.

"What happened?!"

"I can't see, I can't see anything..."

Some great emperors tried to save the weak, but unfortunately they couldn't stop the spread of the magic fog.

The boundary cores that protected the fairyland were all shattered, and the space with strong order disappeared little by little.

In just a moment, one of the former three great **** domains has completely disappeared in the world, leaving only a void shrouded in magic fog,

It's not that you can't see anything, it's that there's nothing.

"One, two, three, four..."

There was a cold counting sound all around, which made people feel unstoppable.

"There are eleven left, not bad, I hope you can play with me a little longer."

Yuan Jiu's voice is indescribable, even though he is speaking the language of the human race, there is still a sense of terror that overrides everything.

"Monster! If you have the guts to show up for a fight, why pretend to be a ghost?"

The Emperor of Hundred Soldiers is surrounded by thousands of weapons, resisting the erosion of the strange fog.

All the Buddhas in the Western Heaven Realm also chanted scriptures together, and the Buddha's light lingered around them to protect themselves from being corroded by monsters.

Although they only have two Buddhas who are comparable to the great emperors, the Buddha's light of all people is no less than four great emperors fighting together.

"Show me? Am I not in front of all of you?"

"What did you say..."

Emperor Hundred Soldiers didn't finish his sentence when he suddenly showed panic and sensed that something was wrong.

He could feel a pair of eyes staring at him in the endless black magic fog around him.

The Hundred Soldiers Emperor turned his head to look, but there was nothing there, and even the many strong men around him disappeared inexplicably.

"Come out! Come out!"

Emperor Hundred Soldiers was terrified, he could only put his hands together to try to stabilize the soul of life.

But there was nothing to hurt him at all, and it was useless even if he tried his best to protect himself.

Even so, the Hundred Soldiers Emperor could clearly feel that his life was passing by, as if there were countless eyes staring at him.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness swept over his body. The Emperor Baibing, who was full of confidence at the beginning, was already shrouded in deep despair.

Under such horrors, death seems too one-sided.

As a great emperor of a realm, his state of mind has never changed. Even if he is defeated by a frontal move, the emperor of a hundred soldiers will not feel fear and despair.

However, at this moment, he didn't even know how to fight back, let alone what would happen to him.

When the Hundred Soldiers Emperor was about to die, a cold wind suddenly blew up around him.

"This, this is?!"

Emperor Baibing was shocked, the cold winter that used to symbolize withering now appeared to be full of vitality in the endless emptiness.

"The candle dragon lives in the cold door, and the light shines brightly."

"From Xiyang Yan to!"

The next moment, the cold wind suddenly turned into a hot golden light full of holiness.

Emperor Hundred Soldiers looked back, and he could already see other great emperors and powerful men, as well as a dazzling sun rising slowly.

In the center of the scorching sun, there is a beautiful figure rising with the radiance with open hands.

"The cold weather is coming!"

The Lieyang behind Qianying turned into ice blue, and an absolute cold surged violently.

The cold wind is howling, and the sky is full of frost and snow.

Suddenly, the originally weak and strong man from the myriad realms was able to stand against the boundless magic fog.

"Sorry."

"Su Qingqiu from Lingyu, come one step late."

Su Qingqiu had his hands behind his back, his face was cold, behind him stood the generals of Beili headed by Wan Xia.

No one blamed Su Qingqiu for coming late, the strong man from all realms looked at her with admiration.

Emperor Hundred Soldiers looked stunned, a little bit overwhelmed.

It is said that Emperor Hange of Lingyu is a false emperor, even if he is not a false emperor, how could he be so strong?

"It's just a frost and cold technique, and you also want to compete with me?"

Yuan Jiu laughed wildly, not paying attention to Su Qingqiu at all.

The magic mist has no boundaries, even if Su Qingqiu's cold wind can resist for a while for the powerful from all realms, it is impossible to completely wipe out Yuan Jiu.

Just when the magic mist was about to spread again, there was a burst of soft laughter suddenly.

"Sorry, we are late too."

Amidst the endless nothingness, a dark red phantom walked over, with a terrifying magic mist all over his body.

It's just that her magic mist is not full of chaos and rage, only pure bloodthirsty.

It is the Heaven Swallowing Devil Emperor of the Wanluo Realm, Gongliang Xiwen.

The heart of the powerhouse of the ten thousand realms trembled slightly, and the devil emperor actually came to encircle and suppress Yuan Jiu?

Not waiting for everyone to recover ~IndoMTL.com~Another voice sounded around.

"Yuan Jiu is a chaotic monster. Every ray of magic mist and magic energy is his entity. It is difficult to kill him completely, but to hurt him, just bombard the magic mist around him."

Hearing the sound and looking at it, it turned out to be a vicious twisted monster.

It is the Jiuyou Devil Emperor who chose to avoid the battle a hundred thousand years ago, Liu Qi.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"Liu Qi, 60% of your devilish energy comes from me, how dare you appear in front of me?"

Yuan Jiu became more and more excited, and the boundless magic fog began to surge.

The powerhouses of the ten thousand realms did not care about the fact that the two were devil emperors, and now the most urgent task is to resist Yuan Jiu's erosion together.

Even with the help of two devil emperors, the magic mist did not restrain itself, and only saved some weak people from death.

At this moment, the black magic mist in the eastern sky suddenly stopped boiling.

The next moment, a terrifying magic light burst out, opening up a pure nothingness channel on the spot.

"Heaven Xuancang, come to help."

Jiang Zhige came here with a black halberd in hand, a magic armor on his body, and a black dragon on his feet.

Behind him, followed by the Xuancang people headed by Nangongrou, Ning Qiushui, and Lu Tianjiao.

Su Qingqiu's gaze changed imperceptibly, and he quietly glanced at Jiang Zhige.

When she saw Nangong Rou following her, she couldn't help frowning slightly.

Facing such a fierce creature as Yuan Jiu, the emperor would lose his life even if he was not careful. Did Jiang Zhige want Nangong Rou to come and die?

"Interesting, you are here."

Yuan Jiu was not in a hurry to make a move, and seemed very interested in Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige's eyes narrowed slightly, judging from this strange fog, Yuan Jiu was that strange squirrel back then.

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