If Lin Chen were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that these runes are God-eating runes.

Suddenly, the gray air flow dispersed in all directions, and the God-eating runes on the surface of the black light group fell off, revealing a drop of black blood the size of a soybean, beating like a heart.

Without any warning, the black blood rotated in the opposite direction, forming a gray vortex that swallowed up all the aura of heaven and earth outside the abyss.

The most terrifying thing is that the ferocious beast running nearby was also swallowed up, turning into animal blood and blending into the black blood.

This scene was so bloody and terrifying that the practitioners who had practiced in the mountains were horrified: "Someone is practicing magic here. Let's go, go quickly."

Hundreds of cultivators fled out of the sky, but without exception, the sky exploded into a piece of divine blood, condensed into water droplets, and merged into black blood.

In the abyss where you can't even reach your fingertips.

I saw the black blood devouring the animal blood and divine blood hungrily, gradually increasing from the size of a soybean to the size of a jade plate, and the surface was bright red, as bright as blood agate.

It wasn't until sunset that this terrifying scene ended. There was no more ferocious beast, no more cultivator in the Nuoda Mountains, and there was no sound.

At this time, the gray vortex in the abyss dispersed, and the black blood stretched strangely, turning into a bloody man, and then grew limbs and facial features at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the bloody man disappeared and was replaced by a white-haired young man with handsome appearance and flawless body. Who else could he be if he wasn't Mojia?

Mojia looked up at the bright moon suspended in the sky and said in disbelief: "I have fallen? How is it possible? With his magical power, how could he die under the sword of that ant?"

It turns out that he is not Mojia, but Mojia left a drop of divine blood before his death, and now he has turned into a divine blood clone.

Looking up at the bright moon for a while, Mojia's eyes suddenly shone with divine light, and he laughed loudly and said: "Since I am dead, from today on, I am the deity."

After a while, he stopped laughing and said with an unruly expression: "I have been cautious all my life, but died miserably. I must not imitate him."

He clenched his fist fiercely, grinning with white teeth, and a violent and bloodthirsty look on his face: "I will be a life of killing."

After saying that, he turned into a blood rainbow on the spot, flew out of the abyss, and disappeared into the void in an instant, without a trace. I don't know if he was looking for revenge against Lin Chen, or he went somewhere else?

Outside the Senluo Realm, the void is vast and mysterious, the sky is full of shining stars, the bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight flows like water, making it look beautiful.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the void, and a ray of silver light was seen flying towards me at an extremely fast speed, growing from small to large, and turned out to be a silver battleship.

The silver battleship is like a flying silver dragon, majestic and intimidating.

In the front cabin of the battleship, four well-dressed young men stood side by side. They were brothers Wu Mafeng and Wu Malei, as well as Wu Mayan and Wu Mafeng.

The man driving the battleship was Wumayan. He raised his hand and pointed at a big star not far away and said: "Brother Feng, that is the Senluo Realm, where we are going."

Wu Mafeng smiled gently and said: "After more than a year of work, we are finally here."

Wu Ma Lei showed a look of disgust: "These worlds are too dilapidated, the laws of heaven and earth are weak, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is thin, they are simply turbid places."

"Brother Lei is saying that these worlds are indeed not suitable for cultivation, so it is difficult for cultivators in these worlds to enter the realm of the Holy God." Wumayan flattered.

"What cultivators are, they are just a group of ants, including that reptile called the Heavenly Sword Divine Ancestor." Wu Ma Lei said with disdain.

"Yes, yes, so we try to find him as soon as possible and bring him back to the young patriarch for disposal." Wumayan agreed with a smile on his face.

"Hmph, the half-step holy god who died under my fist, Wu Ma Lei, surpassed five people. To deal with him, a nine-path divine ancestor, I only need one punch." Wu Ma Lei said with a domineering face.

"Of course, of course." Wu Mayan complimented.

Wu Ma Feng, who had always had a cold face next to him, couldn't stand it. He felt that Wu Ma Lei was too arrogant, so he said: "I want to be the first to take action to see if his swordsmanship is as mysterious as the young patriarch said."

When Wu Ma Lei heard this, he glared angrily: "You dare to fight with me?"

Wu Mafeng's eyes became sharp, but Wu Mayan held down his arm, just as Wu Mafeng said: "That's enough, how long are you going to make trouble?"

Wu Ma Lei grinned, stared at Wu Ma Feng and said, "For the sake of my eldest brother, I won't make things difficult for you. When the time comes, you can catch that ant, and everyone will rely on their own abilities."

"Whatever you want." Wu Mafeng showed no signs of weakness. As a swordsman genius, he had his own pride.

Wuma Lei glanced at him, then looked at the getting closer and closer to the Senluo Realm, grinning and said: "Brother, although this Senluo Realm is dilapidated, there are some treasures anyway. Why don't we get them and use them as payment for our hard work?"

Wu Mafeng did not rush to answer, and said to Wu Mayan and Wu Mayan: "What about my brother's suggestion?"

"I have no objection." Wu Mafeng said with a stern expression.

"Brother Feng, we listen to you. Even though ants are small, they are still meat. The wealth of a small world is also good for our practice." Wu Mayan looked obedient.

"Well, there should be a few One-Calamity Holy Gods in this Senluo Realm. After getting rid of them, we can also use their power to find the Heavenly Sword God Ancestor." Wu Mafeng said with a smile.

"Best brother Feng."

Wumayan complimented and drove the silver battleship into the Senluo Realm.

"Finally recovered."

In the Qitian Sect, in the pavilion where spiritual energy was surging, Lin Chen opened his eyes and felt the boiling energy and blood in his body, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

Not only has his energy and blood recovered, but it has also become more condensed than when he first broke through the half-step Holy Spirit realm.

In addition, the power of the divine body, holy power, and energy and spirit have also stabilized.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Lin Chen whispered: "Judging from the strength I showed in killing Mo Jia, without using the blood of the Life God Clan, I am enough to kill most of the One-Calamity Holy Gods."

You must know that the realm of the Holy God is the same as the realm of the Divine Ancestor and the God Emperor. When the realm is the same, the strength of each cultivator varies greatly.

These gaps are caused by various factors such as divine body, qi and blood, spirit, soul, will, belief, mind, as well as magical powers, magical weapons and other factors.

For example, the four Crimson Light Demon Saints should be considered weaker among the One-Calamity Holy Gods, while the Zhuo Youshen of the Heavenly Demon Clan is relatively strong, nearly twice as powerful as the four Crimson Light Demon Saints.

Lin Chen's goal is to become the most powerful Holy God of the Holy Tribulation. He will never survive the first Holy Tribulation until his background is not strong enough.
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