Chapter 239: If Huo Yuhao has the guts, come to the abyss! (No. 1

Huo Yuhao collided head-on with the Shadow Emperor.

"Pfft"

After the Shadow Emperor transformed into a dragon, his right arm was cut off by Huo Yuhao's sword. Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing half of the sky red.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yuhao raised his sword and made another diagonal slash. The seriously injured Shadow Emperor lost his balance and fell rapidly from the mid-air like a kite with its string broken. It hit the Fulong Mountains below hard and raised the sky. The sky is filled with dust.

Huo Yuhao landed steadily on the ground, his brows flashed with brilliant vertical pupils, and seven colorful divine rings appeared behind him.

The true God comes to the world!

Huo Yuhao held the Shura Demonic Sword tightly in his hand and approached the smoke-filled place step by step. Every step was filled with murderous intent and determination.

The elders of the Holy Church fled in panic, trying to find a safe way out. The believers also panicked and fled in all directions. The scene was chaotic.

"Kill them!" Huo Yuhao's eyes turned extremely scarlet, and his voice seemed as cold and sinister as coming from hell.

The Evil Eye Tyrant Lord launched a powerful spiritual attack without hesitation.

The atmosphere in the cult's main altar was extremely tense, and a solemn atmosphere permeated it.

Smoke and dust filled the air, blocking the view. In the midst of this chaos, the Shadow King looked panic-stricken. He hugged the wound of his broken arm tightly, desperately broke through the hard rock formation, and plunged into their lair.

Panting, he stopped and hurriedly grabbed an item from above the altar, holding it tightly in his hand.

The Shadow Emperor rushed into the main altar in a panic, his steps staggering, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

The terrifying aura surged in like a tide, making him unable to resist.

A spiritual storm swept the entire place.

The "Blood Spirit Flower" floating in the air was clutched in the palm of his left hand, and his body was trembling slightly involuntarily, revealing the fear and uneasiness deep in his heart.

Huo Yuhao followed him like a shadow as he stepped into the palace and altar.

At this moment, it was floating in the air above the Shadow King's palm, exuding a mysterious and strange aura.

The Shadow King roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with fear and despair.

As a powerful ninety-seventh level titled Douluo, he asked himself that he was the first among the strongest people in the Sun Moon Continent, how could he ever be in such a mess?

However, facing Huo Yuhao's fierce offensive, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart.

It was really difficult for him to accept what was happening in front of him.

Huo Yuhao held the Shura Demonic Sword in his hand, his eyes glowed blood red, and his whole body exuded an extremely strong killing aura, approaching the Shadow Emperor step by step.

In front of the other party, he felt a deep sense of fear in his heart.

The martial soul he was proud of was suppressed to death, and the soul ring was also imprisoned by the opponent using strange means.

At the same time, countless huge tentacles hung from the sky, covering the entire battlefield, mercilessly entangling and strangulating those escaping "ants"!

Huo Yuhao's figure flashed past like a ghost, followed closely behind.

To cut the grass and root it out, the Shadow King must die!

……

In the hands of the Shadow Emperor, there was actually a delicate, four-petaled flower blooming in mid-air. This flower is as red as blood, its petals are crystal clear, and it is as exquisite as a jade carving.

"stop!"

The opponent came to the world like a ruthless god of death, easily restricting all his means, leaving him unable to fight back, let alone the idea of ​​fighting with him.

"I originally thought that someone who dared to call himself the 'Shadow King' would have some courage and courage." Huo Yuhao did not stop, and continued to approach step by step.

Threat?

Threatening the enemy with your own life to stop?

"You just borrowed the power of the gods, so what's the big deal? The continent you are in actually has the inheritance of gods! There are too many injustices in this world!" The Shadow Emperor's expression became more and more crazy, and his eyes flickered. The light of anger and unwillingness.

"Since you won't let me go, then you guys won't be able to live well either!" The Shadow Emperor said with angry eyes and gritted teeth.

I saw him tightly holding the blood spirit flower that exuded a strange aura in his palm, determined to crush it!

Suddenly, a dazzling cold light flashed past, followed by a crisp sound——

The Shadow Emperor's left hand broke without any warning, the incision was extremely neat, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The Shadow Emperor's eyes widened and he looked at what was happening in front of him with horror on his face.

He watched helplessly as the precious Blood Spirit Flower fell together with his severed palm, and his heart was filled with despair and unwillingness.

He struggled desperately to get it back, but it was too late.

This seems to be the destined ending, and no matter how hard you try, you can't change it.

"You want to use this soul-blood-refined object to summon gods from the endless abyss, and try to obtain the divine status from there? It is foolish to seek skin from a tiger, and you will only reap the consequences in the end!" Huo Yuhao stared coldly at the cup in his hand. The bright blood-colored flower was hanging on it, with a firm light shining in its eyes.

"Hey, hey." The Shadow King sneered wantonly.

"Your continent can pursue the throne of God, but our side has never even had a chance."

"I have found a chance to become a god. As long as I can become a god, why not ruin the whole world?!" The Shadow King's eyes were full of madness.

madman!

Huo Yuhao raised his hand to operate the Shura Demonic Sword.

The Shadow Emperor was still laughing wildly at this time, and he was already completely despairing.

He knew that there was no way to retreat at this moment, but he had no fear in his heart. He resolutely chose to take the risk and immediately reversed his soul core and prepared to self-destruct!

At this moment, a mysterious force burst out from the Shadow King's body and took over his body domineeringly.

This power turned into wisps of black energy, rapidly gathering behind it like a surging wave, and gradually condensed into a huge, bottomless, dark vortex.

As the whirlpool appeared, a vague figure slowly emerged from it.

This man exudes the suffocating aura of the abyss gods. He holds a pitch-black halberd radiating cold light in his hand. His long hair is as pale as snow, fluttering in the wind, and his eyes are flashing with an icy cold light, like an evil spirit. Staring at Huo Yuhao like a ghost.

Huo Yuhao showed no fear. He raised his hand and wielded the Shura Demonic Sword, and instantly fired out a fierce bloody sword energy, slashing straight towards the black whirlpool with the force of destroying the heaven and the earth.

The white-haired shadow in the whirlpool immediately resisted with a black halberd in hand.

In an instant, the sword energy collided with the whirlpool, causing an earth-shaking loud noise.

The sword energy was like an extremely sharp blade, easily tearing the terrifying black vortex and the white shadow into two halves!

Also cut off by the sword energy was the Shadow Emperor's body!

"abyss?"

"Come if you dare!"

Huo Yuhao's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it contained endless majesty and confidence.

Divine power descends from heaven!