The Era Of Gaowu: From Nanoworms To Devouring Heaven And Earth

Chapter 263: The amazing change of the Gorefiend, about to be eaten, the desperate desert god of dea

When locked by eight demigods at the same time, even the desert god of death, only thinks of Alexander.

He has no doubt that if he doesn't prove his state, these people in front of him will help him prove it.

Even if he didn't fight for his life, if he only intervened a little in the battle between him and the Gorefiend, he would be doomed.

The reason why they were watching just now was just because they restrained each other, and no one wanted to be that early bird.

But now, they have reached an agreement.

"It's all because of this little beast!" The desert god of death gritted his teeth, wishing he could swallow Su Huai alive.

But he was a little hesitant to say that the giant blade in his hand was slashed.

This kid was huddled in his shell like a turtle before, how could he suddenly dare to stand up now?

Could it be that the deity's divine power has really been consumed a lot?

impossible!

He shook his head to dispel the thought, and his eyes became firmer.

Although the induction was blocked by the sea of ​​blood, he had no doubt that his power was as strong as ever.

As long as the spiritual sense is driven, the power can return in an instant.

But……

His giant blade still did not dare to slash.

Because of this knife, it is very likely that this battle will come to an end.

"Arnua, if you don't have the strength, you can say it, I can help you!" The voice of Destruction Cannon Staley suddenly sounded.

The teasing and excitement in his tone couldn't be more obvious.

At this moment, the eight demigods seemed to have seen carrion jackals, and only greed remained in their eyes.

"If Your Excellency doesn't do anything, my lord will send down the divine light to help eliminate evil!" The sect leader opened his mouth again.

At this time, the undead pirate has slowly moved forward.

Behind him, the giant octopus phantom overturned the river, and its tentacles spread restlessly.

On the other side, the blue long sword in Momogizaemon's hand trembled and buzzed.

Feeling these dangerous qi machines, the desert god of death no longer dared to hesitate.

When he gritted his teeth, his eyes popped.

"die--"

The giant blade in his hand crashed down, containing endless anger and hatred, vowing to split the ants in front of him in half.

"Come on!" Seeing this, Su Huai's mind was condensed.

Success or failure is here.

In order not to be the target of being besieged by all the demigods, the only way is to take off the underpants of the desert god of death.

With awe in his mind, the Martial Art of Yutu and the Martial Arts of Chaos moved rapidly.

Su Huai's light skyrocketed.

The ten thousand foot silver dragon roared and danced wildly, and the silver armor reflected blue light, soaring and entwined.

At this moment, the ten thousand foot silver dragon has been seriously injured under the constant erosion of Qingming's death energy, and even the martial arts cannot repair it in a short time.

But even so, he still flew and hovered, and with Su Huai jumped out, raised his head forward.

At the same time, the giant Qingming blade, which seemed to split the void, crashed down.

Boom!

A deafening roar sounded.

The death energy of Qingguang exploded in an instant, dancing and overflowing all over Yinlong's body.

"Roar--"

In the earth-shattering neigh, Yinlong's body twisted and twisted, blocking most of the dead aura.

Sharing the Martial Dao with Yinlong, although he was also eroded by death energy, under the nourishment and support of Yinlong and Yinlong's vigorous vitality, he forcibly persevered.

At this time, Su Huai's whole body was surging with blood, and death energy eroded his whole body. The four fierce martial arts all over his body were madly surging, and the fiery Golden Crow martial arts were also burning fiercely.

boom! ! !

Su Huai's figure was not stopped for a moment, and he rushed straight to the desert god of death.

With a filthy god and insect by his side, his soul is far from being comparable to that of an ordinary emperor.

Although the death aura spread, it still resisted.

Immediately afterwards, the Martial Arts of Yasuto performed extremely well, repairing the damage to the body.

The ten thousand foot silver dragon who shares the martial arts of the 掼杌, is also recovering its flesh and blood.

Under the blessing of martial arts, the silver dragon, whose vitality is already strong, will not die easily at all.

Even if this is the last injury since the silver dragon hatched.

In the shared martial arts, Su Huai suddenly entered into a mysterious feeling.

He could clearly feel the damage to every inch of Yinlong's body and the strange sound of flesh and blood recovering.

It was like a hissing sound that accelerated the growth of a piece of vegetation, colliding with each other, low, but full of life.

In a trance, the operation of the Martial Dao seems to have sped up a bit.

The flesh and blood that had recovered piece by piece seemed to have become a whole, and the vitality was continuously generated, integrated into every inch of the body, and the wounds on Yinlong's body recovered piece by piece.

Fierce level!

Under the collision of the power of the demigod, he touched the threshold of the fierce phase of the martial arts.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment.

When the silver dragon resisted the erosion of death energy and regained its vitality, that feeling disappeared.

When he returned to his senses, the desert god of death was already in front of him.

Without using any trump card's fist, only with his own strength and spiritual power, he smashed forward.

boom!

A simple punch hits the chest of the desert god of death.

With the power of the shock, Su Huai flew back hundreds of meters.

And the most terrifying thing is that the figure of the desert god of death also took a step back, although it was only a small step.

However, it is enough.

At this moment, the surroundings were quiet.

Su Huai's eyes were indifferent, if it wasn't for the Gorefiend to create a little more time, his four murders combined with one punch, Shen Yan's heavy punch, would be enough to severely wound the opponent.

But Shen Yan...

If you don't have the confidence to kill all the people present, this can endanger the extraordinary power, and you must not act rashly! !

Under the gaze of the demigods, the desert god of death opened his eyes wide and looked at his chest in disbelief.

"How could it be 〃~!" He seemed to have seen a ghost, "How could this deity strike with all its strength, how could it not kill an emperor-level kid!"

His death energy is pervasive, and as long as the silver dragon does not hover and protect like just now, the little ghost who loses the protection of the secret realm rules will be swallowed by death energy in an instant.

But now...

Can't help but fail to kill Su Huai, and let him punch in front of him.

This punch was like a slap, especially loud.

The demigods around him gradually became playful in their eyes.

"Is that all your strength is?" Su Huai, who retreated a few hundred meters and regained his position, had a cold smile on his face.

That smile seemed to be the most vicious sarcasm, watching the desert death god's chest rise and fall violently.

And in addition to anger, a fear silently emerged in his heart.

The demigods who were staring at them all around had much less fear in their eyes.

They stared at themselves, as if they had seen a rare treasure in a thousand years, and wished they could see every detail clearly.

"No!" Desert Reaper knew what that meant.

He looked up at Su Huai, and found that the kid on the opposite side was still indifferent.

He took his all-out blow and was unscathed.

Now, it's your turn.

If he failed to kill Su Huai, he would have to attack with stronger force, and this was the key.

"Although he is an emperor-level kid, his vitality is stronger than that of a cockroach. Give him all your strength, Arnua." Basabos glanced at Su Huai and urged indifferently.

On the other side, Juyan God's eyes were cold and his arms were waving, "Yes, an emperor-level kid, kill him!"

These voices sounded like a group of demigods casually deciding Su Huai's life or death.

But the murderous intent looming in those words pointed directly at the god of death in the desert.

"Come on! Show me all your strength and let me see what the result is!" Scarlet Earl Firth's pale face became flushed, and his tone was full of excitement.

Soon, we can see the result of this long-lasting battle of demigods.

In the same way, you can immediately decide which way to go!

With a sound of urging, hatred surged in the eyes of the desert god of death.

The shock that was not completed in one blow turned into a monstrous anger.

"Today, you! Must! Die!"

He was like a fierce beast in madness, his eyes glistened with anger, and he raised his giant blade again.

"Desolate Styx—return!" With a roar, the sea of ​​blood below began to surge.

Endless blue-gray gravel flew up from the sea of ​​blood, wound forward, and returned to the giant blade.

The size of the giant blade immediately began to skyrocket.

His authority was challenged and his strength questioned.

Killing this little devil in front of him can calm the anger in his heart and the endless greed of the surrounding jackals.

But at this time, facing the endless fierceness, Su Huai didn't even bother to defend.

Because he clearly knew what happened under the sea of ​​blood.

The death energy of the desert god of death has been absorbed by two-tenths of the blood mosquito.

His power must be weakened.

It doesn't need to be weakened by much, as long as the fact of weakening exists, it is enough.

Eyes narrowed, killing intent emerged.

Su Huai ordered in his heart: "Gorefiend, get up!"

In the next second, the sea of ​​blood rapidly shrank the dragon.

The storm subsided, the tornado dissipated, and the 100,000-meter sea of ​​blood gathered in one place, finally condensing into a blood demon avatar shrouded in scarlet blood.

As soon as he appeared, he flew straight to Su Huai and joined the crowd of demigods.

Watching the performance of the desert god of death with great interest.

But the demigod with sharp eyes narrowed his eyes the moment he saw the Gorefiend.

Momogizaemon is one of them.

As a demigod of Amaterasu, there was conflict because of the Gorefiend harassing the coast.

In his eyes, Gorefiend is not only a possible nutrient in this battle of demigods, but also an opponent.

At this moment, there was a noticeable change in this opponent.

On one of his handwriting, scarlet is the bottom, and green and gray are flowing.

The power of withering that annihilates everything, appears and disappears under the flowing blood.

He absorbed the power of the desert god of death!

Realizing this, Momogizaemon was shocked.

But in the next second, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the desert god of death, who was constantly gathering withered and dead energy in the center.

Momogizaemon was not the only one who discovered the changes in Gorefiend.

Many demigods felt it, and the withered breath emanated from it.

This is the power of the desert god of death, but now it has come to the Gorefiend.

The already fierce blood energy became more attractive under the background of the withered and dead energy.

It seems that some questions have already been answered.

In the center surrounded by all the demigods, the desert death gods gathered almost madly with withered death energy.

The giant blade in his hand continued to expand.

From hundreds of meters to thousands of meters, and then to tens of thousands of meters, it is still climbing.

The surging power gave him incomparable confidence.

"." This deity has been practicing for hundreds of years, and no one can bear it. You are very fortunate to be the first opponent to be killed by this deity!"

The desert god of death screamed, looking in the direction of the kid he hated the most.

As long as the giant blade of death energy is condensed, it will be the death of the kid.

But it didn't matter at first glance, he immediately saw Su Huai beside him, looking at his Gorefiend with his arms in his arms.

That mad and evil expression didn't take his Desert Death God in his eyes at all.

Seeing this scene, the desert god of death suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He turned his head suddenly and looked to the other side.

Over there, the sect leader knelt on his knees, covering his face with his hands, as if praying.

Divine radiance continued to sprinkle from the top of his head and merged into his body.

Looking at the other side, the Destruction Heavy Cannon didn't know when to unload the huge cannon behind it. In the pitch-black muzzle, there was only the cold breath of death.

Turning his head again, his eyes fell on Barabos.

I found that the undead king of pirates had already raised his feet and walked towards him.

An unprecedented fear rose from the heart and spread throughout the body.

He was frightened and terrified, but he didn't understand why it was like this.

"what happened?"

"Obviously I haven't done it yet, why do they seem to see through me?"

"I am the god of death in the desert, why! Why! For..."

Before his frantic voice could fall, it stopped abruptly.

Because unknowingly, the withering death energy has all condensed on the 10,000-meter giant blade under the gravel.

But this giant blade...

It was only at this point that his anger was covered by fear, and he didn't realize what had happened.

His 100,000-meter sea of ​​sand, wrapped in a 100,000-meter sea of ​​dead energy, was much lighter at this moment.

His power is gone!

"Stop pretending, you're just a roasted quail." At that moment, the mad and evil voice of the Gorefiend came.

The desert god of death suddenly looked at him and found that the other party raised his arm, and said coldly: "Until this time, I found out that the breakthrough may not need to go to the depths of the endless void to build a foundation..."

This sentence is very playful and full of provocation.

In line with his lit arms, those withered and dead auras that are constantly surging seem to be telling a fact.

Kill the desert god of death to get his power!

"If you group of troublemakers don't come, this seat may have absorbed all of his power, and have one more point of confidence in being promoted to extraordinary. Of course, maybe this promotion is also possible!"

Gorefiend's voice sounded again.

Still arrogant, still evil.

But in the ears of the desert god of death, it seemed like a blade had stabbed into his heart again.

Strength, his own strength, was absorbed by him!

This is not the point.

The key is that the demigods present showed their greed when they saw the Gorefiend's arm.

It doesn't matter whether the promotion to Transcendent is deliberately stimulating their greed, or whether it really has something to do with it.

At this moment, the eyes they look at themselves are no longer equal opponents, but a lamb that can be slaughtered at will!

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