Chapter 453 Void: Underworld God! (end)

All things are scattered, all will be turned to ashes!

As soon as the sound fell, the monster was surrounded by scarlet and strange flames.

The surging blood-red flames, like an endless torrent, spurted out of its body frantically, just like the familiar picture before, igniting every corner of the line of sight.

But it is different from the high temperature that comes with Ruo Ren Ruo Huo, and the explosion that burns everything into ashes.

The blood-red flames it released were not scorching hot from the senses, but looked like flames, and actually even had a hint of coldness.

"I like your power."

The monster stretched out his hand to stir up a wisp of blood-red flames, let it dance at his fingertips, and grinned: "Human, abandon your body and feel it with us, great, evolve."

Lord frowned and didn't answer it.

From the beginning, this guy could only imitate other people's speech, but now he can speak by himself, and even becomes more and more smooth, as if it indicates that its evolution is getting closer and closer to a perfect state.

If it continues to evolve, it is hard to believe to what extent.

"Human, tell me your answer."

The monster showed a strong interest in Lord and was eager to pull him into what it called evolution.

"Forgive me for refusing!"

Lord let out a heavy breath, igniting all the spiritual pressure remaining in his body.

"What a pity......"

There was a touch of regret on the monster's face, and he sighed as if he was looking at a dead person. Then he placed his right hand on his lower abdomen and bowed gracefully and slowly, with a strong aristocratic temperament in his behavior: "Then you are killing yourself. Before you, allow me to introduce myself, my name is... Wilbur Watson, hereditary viscount of the Watson family."

"impossible!"

Lord's brain buzzed, and he blurted out: "How could you... be Wilbur Watson?!"

"Why not?"

Wilbur Watson has a sarcastic look on his face: "People always choose to believe what they think they think, but they don't want to believe the truth, like you think I can't be Wilbur Watson, but I am Wilbur Watson, this is an unalterable fact."

Lorde vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"It's okay, you'll understand soon."

Wilbur Watson smiled evilly, and said faintly: "When you join us, you will be one of our members, then you will also be Wilbur Watson, and I will be Wilbur too. Watson, everyone is Wilbur Watson!"

boom!

This sentence is like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Lorde suddenly woke up!

The speculation about Wilbur Watson, as well as the previous clues, suddenly surfaced at this moment, and the truth is already in front of us!

"Have you guessed it?"

Wilbur Whatley smiled sullenly: "But unfortunately, it's too late!"

boom!

I saw that the surrounding ground suddenly cracked, as if it was trampled by thousands of troops.

The entire hotel was shaking violently, Lord's expression changed slightly, and Wilbur Watson's figure was reflected in his pupils, rushing under the endless blood-colored flames, as if there were thousands of war beasts rushing towards .

Eight thousand streams, Kendo, Yellow Springs!

Lord poured all the Reiatsu into this sword, with the belief that death was like returning home.

The dark spiritual pressure was condensed into one point, and then gradually spread into the sky black, causing the entire atmosphere and even the space to vibrate.

The sharp-edged sword slashed out a shocking blow, as if to split the world in front of him!

The blade and the fist collided, splashing fierce fire!

One after another, the aftermath of the tyrannical waves rippled out, covering the entire hall like mercury pouring down, ploughing the already broken earth!

when~

Lorde used his sword blade to unleash his fist strength, and then took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand instantly slashed an afterimage.

The sword shadows all over the sky fell like a torrential rain.

Baqianliu's swordsmanship was brought to the extreme by him at this moment!

In almost a thousandth of a second, Lorde merged thousands of slashes into one sword. After the sword shadows scattered and reunited, it turned into a mighty sword light and fell, slashing the sky and the ground. To Wilbur Watson.

puff!

The mighty sword was like a broken bamboo, tearing Wilbur Watson's chest.

If it were replaced by other normal creatures, this kind of injury would be deadly enough, but for the monster in front of him, a wound of this magnitude can be recovered in just one breath, and it is not even as good as a human hitting a toe. serious.

"It's useless, useless, useless..."

Wilbur Watson laughed wildly, smashing the layers of sword light in front of him.

It's so disgusting...

Lorde cursed secretly in his heart, and walked away in a hurry.

This ghastly thing kills and can't kill it, and if it hits it, it will evolve. I really don't know how to solve it!

Wilbur Watson saw Lord's retreating direction, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

As soon as he landed, Lorde felt wrong.

A moist, slippery, cold and evil feeling suddenly spread upward from the soles of the feet, and swam around the limbs at an astonishing speed.

When he looked down, he found that it was the viscous plasma from before.

Those viscous bright red slurries like asphalt permeated from the broken ground, as pervasive as mercury poured into the ground, and penetrated into the body along the soles of his feet, and they were rampaging like countless ants!

The spiritual pressure was absorbed by most of it in an instant!

Lord's face was instantly pale, and the whole person became sluggish, and his physical strength quickly declined and disappeared.

"It's a pity, you shouldn't have noticed it." Wilbur Watson said triumphantly, with the victory in his hands: "Before I was attacked by your flames, I divided some of the blood into the ground, and just now only It's just to get your attention."

"Now, join us!"

Wilbur Watson raised his hands high, manipulated the burning blood-colored flames, and roared to drown Lord!

The blood-colored flames were not hot, but extremely cold.

All kinds of negative emotions emerged crazily, as if the flames ignited in the bottom of his heart, constantly impacting his brain.

One after another, shrill howls sounded, as if there were countless grief-stricken ghosts tearing and devouring his soul.

"Down, fall into darkness!"

"Join us on the sacred path of evolution!"

"Only the supreme exalted one can guide us to immortality and escape from the flesh and blood hell of death!"

Countless large transparent hands stretched out from the darkness, wrapping him like a branch, and then dragged him into the endless abyss.

"Success!"

Wilbur Watson's eyes gleamed, and he licked his tongue greedily: "With this man's soul, my plan will soon be realized, true immortality... true ascension to God The road can finally be opened!"

"Hey, bastard over there."

The bright red flames were torn apart by the violent spirit pressure, and Lord, who was covered with a white mask, slowly raised his violent eyes, Sen Han's murderous aura flooded the entire space in an instant: "Without my consent, just Have you ever asked my opinion about stuffing people in casually?"

Wilbur Watson subconsciously took two steps back, and suddenly there was a lingering chill in his heart.

This feeling has not been experienced for a long time since it evolved. It was a feeling of fear that only existed in the human period, and it was so deep and dignified, as if it was imprinted in the depths of the soul!

"It's been a long time...I haven't breathed fresh air."

'Lord' grinned and said, "I hope you can hold on longer, I don't want to go back so soon."