C134 (2/2)
Some people said that he was the spokesperson of the Devil Dao!
Some people said that he was invincible in the Three Realms!
On top of the black mountain stood a white-robed, white-haired youth that was like a god. He glanced at the old, skinny horse with indifferent eyes, which scared the old, skinny horse so much that he hurriedly lowered his head.
The appearance of a mage was the dignity he carried. Such a person had been famous for a long time. He was unrivalled in the world of nine heavens and ten earth. Even if he didn't deliberately release his aura, he was still very terrifying.
This day was an extremely terrifying day for both the Infernal Realm and the mortal world. They had seen far too many unheard-of people, and they had also seen a creature that truly stood at the peak of the world!
The mage looked at the woman on the river. He seemed to have not spoken for a long time. His speech was intermittent, his syllables were inaccurate, and his language was not the current language. He was still alive?
The blue-clothed woman didn't move at all, and didn't even have any thoughts. The mage was silent for a moment, before he turned his head to look at the golden figure, the demonic light in his eyes grew bright, the world changed color, and the mortal world was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.
Tell me why. He was not asking, but asking.
The golden figure slightly trembled, and this kind of person came a little closer. He felt as if his soul was trembling. This was a mage!
A master of the demonic path!
Greetings, senior. The golden figure spoke with respect.
The mage indifferently said, ”Since we are meeting, where's the gift?”
The golden figure trembled. It was not out of fear, but out of anger! Magic masters wanted him to perform the etiquette of a junior. When this junior sees a magic master, no matter who is evil or good, he has to kneel, unless it is someone he approves.
Senior, this is too much. The golden voice took a deep breath and said.
The mage was stunned, no one had ever called him excessive, hahahaha! Well said, you suit my taste!
He reached out his large hand and walked past the golden figure. He slapped a dynasty in the mortal world, and the entire dynasty was dead.
All those above the Nirvana Stage were to leave. The mage repeated the words of the blue-clothed woman. His voice was plain, but it was incomparably domineering.
A stooped old man riding a donkey shakily entered the spatial whirlpool. The mage indifferently looked at him, and that golden figure obviously let out a sigh of relief. The mage suddenly made a move to pinch his neck, as if lifting a little chick, and the elder with a stooped figure lightly coughed twice.
Even after so many years, he was still as domineering as before. The hunchbacked old man said.
One after another, ancient creatures emerged from the spatial whirlpools. Due to the excessive power of their energy, the ground beneath their feet began to crack and crumble.
The blue-clothed woman's clothes were drenched in the river water, a trace of blood leaking from her mouth. A monstrous sword intent shot out, as if it wanted to tear the entire world asunder and cut off that river!
It's you! The people from the mortal world were all horrified. That sword was extremely slow, as if it was separated by endless time and space. However, he felt as if he could not avoid it at all.
Swoosh! The sword light slashed through the spatial whirlpool behind them. The mysterious energy twisted the spatial whirlpool, gradually causing it to disappear, as though it had never existed.
Since he didn't want to leave, then he would stay behind! The blue-clothed woman said coldly. The hunchbacked old man grabbed his sparse hair and looked at the blue-clothed woman with eyes filled with adoration.
He let out a helpless sigh, and threw a palm at the mage. The mage's face was expressionless, and as the palm hit his body, time seemed to stop. The hunchbacked elder quickly became younger, and the mage's imposing manner also rose little by little.
What did those mortals have to do with this? A mage is too tyrannical! An ordinary sword appeared in the hands of the old man, but no one doubted how terrifying that sword was.
The real Devil Fire overflowed into the sky, the Infernal Realm and others' contact was overflowing with Devilish Qi, all the nearby creatures were demonized, I have always been this way!
He punched out!
Not caring about any consequences!
An all-out attack!
He took half a step back, and the mage took a step back. The mage took a step back, and the black demon blood flowed out from the corner of Devil Lord's mouth, his battle intent became more and more intense, the Devilish Qi became denser and denser, and the blood clouds above hell was dispersed.
He stared at the unparalleled sound figure with fiery eyes. The Devil Prison in his chest suddenly appeared, and slowly rose up, as if there was an extra trace of change in hell, but Lu You could not tell what it was that changed.
Ancient creatures crawled out from the vast underworld. They opened their mouths to inhale, and the chaotic aura entered their mouths. Their auras rose bit by bit.
The old man's face turned heavy.
An image of a domineering existence appeared from within the Devil Prison. He stretched his body and walked towards the battlefield.
As he walked forward, countless hellish creatures followed in his footsteps, majestically following him. The golden figure retreated behind the old man and the others, and when he saw this figure, he turned pale with fright: Devil Lord!