Chapter 5258: Miserable king

The language of the human race is an art. It has been a confrontation for countless years. Although the Mo clan cannot look down on the human clan from the bones, they feel that the human clan should be reduced to a vassal of the Mo clan under the rule of the Mo clan. Being influenced by the human race.

For example, some habits and words.

The king of the Mo clan once heard an eight-rank Mo Tu speaking about a mountain of poor water and no doubt, Liu Anhuaming another village. At that time, I didn't take it for granted. I thought it was just the barking of the frustrated and did not go to the elegant hall.

But now, he realized the meaning of this sentence.

In desperation, the digital domain leader led tens of thousands of troops to come to the rescue, but the sentence was really printed.

The offensive of the human race ancestors behind him became more and more fierce. Obviously, it was also because of the Mo's reinforcements that he wanted to solve the king before the two sides converged, but it was impossible for a while.

With her current strength, it is also unrealistic for the Mo tribe to rely on this reinforcement to block it.

Even if there are several domain masters and seven or eight eight-rank Motu, leading tens of thousands of troops, I am afraid that they can't stop a human race ancestor who is committed to breaking through.

Therefore, he only hesitated a little, and the king of the king surrendered, and secretly issued an order to the domain masters who came from the rescue.

Several domain masters were startled, and then a decisive color emerged from their respective faces.

The rich Mo forces flowed from the bodies of several domain masters, and the tens of thousands of Mo clan troops acted faster than they did before the domain masters acted.

The endless power of ink converged into a huge and rich ink cloud. With the madness of the power of ink in the body, both the domain master and the Mo tribe under the domain master were declining rapidly.

For the Mo clan, Mozhi's power is equivalent to Heaven and Earth's power.

This kind of crazy behavior is equivalent to the human race opening the heavens to collapse itself in a small universe, ranging from repairing to falling sharply, and from falling on the spot.

Under normal circumstances, no Mo tribe would be willing to do this, but this is the order from the king, even the domain masters can only follow.

Not to mention the Mo clan under the domain master, at the moment the king ordered the order, they began to urge their own power of Mo, which was more obedient than the domain masters, so they only moved faster than the domain master.

Only the eight-grade Motu, rushed out of the giant ink cloud and went straight to the king.

Although they were inked, Xiao Qiankun was also contaminated by the power of ink, but the power of ink in their bodies was not pure and could not support the next master secret to be performed, so they did not need to imitate the domain masters.

The Lord also expected them to intercept the human ancestors for a moment.

In an instant, led by the master of the digital domain, the power of the ink in the tens of thousands of Mo clan forces surged madly, condensing into a mass, and in the cloud, the breath of life became annihilated in pieces.

At this time, the seven or eight eight-rank Mo Tuo had passed the Mo clan lord and faced the ancestor of the ancestor.

If it is a normal eight-pin open day, the number of seven or eight people, together, is enough to fight against any human race ancestor for a moment.

However, these eight grades are only Motu. They have a realm of eight grades. Their strength is worse than the domain masters, not to mention the normal eight grades.

They can be said to be the weakest group of eight grades in the world.

Such a presence, even if they join hands, how can they stop a human race ancestor?

The eight-ranking Motu rushing to the front only had time to cut a sword, and his head was removed by the ancestor's hand. The blood on the neck and neck was spurting, and the headless body was crumbling.

And the sword he cut out only made a shallow scar on the ancestor.

In order to be able to break through the interception of the eight ranks of Mo Tuo as quickly as possible, the ancestor now has no way to attack, because she also knows that once the delay is prolonged, the king must change there, and it is impossible to do all the previous efforts It takes time.

Imprinted lightly, another Eight-pink Motu was violently shaken, and the power of the world became disordered, which is obviously a sign of Xiao Qiankun's attack.

The ancestor didn't look at him, and when he passed him, the eight-ranked Motu inexplicably burst into blood mist.

The remaining eight ranks of Mo Tuo did not change color. They had noticed the gap between each other when they played against the east and west ranks of the eight ranks, but that kind of awareness, although not small, did not make people feel desperate until Only then did they realize that the prestige of the ancestors was not something they could face.

However, as a Mo disciple, the order of the king is undignified, and the domain masters are willing to pay the price of life to help the king escape, not to mention them.

Therefore, after the two Motuists have successively fallen, the remaining Motuists did not hesitate at all, and urged Xiao Qiankun to spread their own Xiao Qiankun, covering the void.

Every little universe is a prison cage! The ancestors of the human race want to break out of the prison cage, only to break these small universes.

This is also the only way they can think of to delay the pace of their ancestors.

When the eight ranks of Mo Tuo descended on their respective minor gods, the ancestors who had been looking calm all the time could not help showing a trace of sorrow and sorrow.

If it is possible, she is more willing to take these Motu back to dispel the purification light in her body, but not to kill them.

But these Mohists could not be saved even if they were brought back. Without the support of Mo's power, their little Qiankun could not accommodate their powerful cultivation practices, and they would explode and die in no time.

Perhaps death is a relief for them.

The ancestor radiated light outside the body, and the world's mighty power surged to the extreme, directly breaking through the first little cage turned into a cage.

Then came the second, third ...

When the ancestors rushed out of the blockade, behind them were the eight-ranked Motu who sat cross-legged. These Motu were all languishing, and Xiao Qiankun's phantom was in a state of disrepair, and his whole world was leaking with great strength.

Little Qiankun was shattered by his ancestors, and when the world's great power was lost, it was when they fell, unless before they found a way to repair Little Qiankun.

However, even if he immediately served the Xuanzang Lingguo, he could not repair these little gods. Under the rush of the ancestors, all the little emperors of the Motu had become like broken mirrors, and they were ruined.

The efforts of the Motuists were not ineffective. Although it only prevented the ancestors from being as short as a few kung fu, the king has cast a secret technique to gather the Moyun formed by the digital domain masters and tens of thousands of armies in one body. Engulfed into the body.

The king, who had been so desperate, suddenly became refreshed.

He didn't mean to fight with Xiaozu's ancestor, but continued to flee towards the king city. Although he swallowed the power of the huge ink to make his own state much better, but after all, it was not his own power. Many shortcomings, so you can not use it.

As long as he fled back to Wangcheng, he could use the power of Mo Chao to resist the ancestors of the human race, and that was the power he could control at will.

Only when the ancestors of Xiaoxiao broke through the blockade of the eight ranks of Mo Tuo, they saw that Wang had escaped. How could he bear it?

The left hand evolved yin and yang, and the right hand evolved chaos. When the hands were folded, the ancestor's eyes were scarlet, and he pointed at the escaped king.

There is no smoke in this finger, but the king is dead.

Not dare to hesitate, he turned around immediately before swallowing the huge ink power of the body, swarming into a sophisticated attack, and struck the ancestor.

Under the violent energy collision, the king felt a mysterious force broke through the power of ink, and imprinted on himself, so that there was a hole in his chest, and the blood of blood was surging.

Even more terrifying to him was that the wound was still lingering with extremely intractable force, and it was driven away.

The momentum fell again, and it seemed to be worse than before.

I thought I was lost here, but I could look up, but I saw that the ancestor of the human race also weakened.

The king was overjoyed, knowing that the secret power of the founder was strong, but the ancestors of the human race were not as easy to imagine.

On this occasion, the king quickly escaped.

Ancestor Xiaoxiao stood still for a while, gritted his teeth, and continued to kill.

Behind the two, the digital domain master and the corpses of tens of thousands of Mo forces are empty ...

Under normal circumstances, these domain masters and tens of thousands of armies are not left to die, even if they only mobilized the power of Mo for the king to devour, there is always something that can survive.

However, when the king swallowed it, he was merciless, no matter what lord, the domain master, with all his strength, he swallowed all the power inside the Mo clan.

This digital domain master and tens of thousands of armies can be said to have died in the hands of the king.

After paying such a large price, he finally created an opportunity to continue to escape.

Outside the Wangcheng, the Eastern and Western armies and the Mo clan armies are still entangled in a fierce battle. The Mo clan's decay has become apparent, and the human clan has the upper hand.

The reason for this situation is that the Mo forces divide troops everywhere, not only the left side of the king city must be armed to intercept the human army, but the right side must also stay behind the power protection because of the threat of the world of the universe, not to mention the digital domain. The Lord took the Eighth Grade Motu and tens of thousands of troops to support the Lord.

This division of soldiers, the Mo clan now fighting with the human race, at most only about 400,000.

Second, the overall strength of the Mo army is not as good as the original.

These 400,000 troops can't be compared with the Mo Yan of the Dayan Pass. The Mo clan stationed in Dayan are elite teachers. Now the Mo clan outside the Wangcheng City, after more than a hundred years of supplementary dilution, their overall strength has plummeted.

Coupled with dozens of Terran Eight-pin Kaitian's strong shot, the number of the Mo tribe has an absolute upper hand, and it is difficult to resist the Terran offensive.

In such a situation, things that even scared the Mo people happened.

The spiritual pillar of the entire war zone, the supreme king and master of a family, escaped from the depths of the void in a state of embarrassment!

At this time, the king was extremely miserable. There was a hole in the chest, and ink blood kept pouring out. There was only one wing left behind, and there was ink blood all over the body.

Not to mention the human race, the Mo domain masters have never seen such an embarrassed king. It can be seen that in the previous confrontation, the king has suffered greatly from the human race ancestors.

Before the king returned to the city of the king, he only entered the range covered by the ink nest, and immediately connected with his own ink nest, madly mobilizing the power of the ink nest.

At the next moment, the figure of Xiaozu's ancestor appeared, and the two clan supremes fought fiercely over the Wangcheng.