Final Priesthood Chapter 390

Chapter 390 You Mosaic gods and humans are so rude, the elephant god-Shura posture!

"it's over"

When the huge disk under the sacrificial square was fully activated and the sky-reaching energy beam soared into the sky, this thought passed through the minds of every Mosaic throne member.

 This level of direct energy attack is almost as powerful as the overlord's "Zenith Judgment Sword".

 There is no energy loss over long distances, and the power is even more powerful than the "Sword of Zenith".

 Theoretically speaking, it is enough to obliterate the ordinary ninth level.

 Although this is the first time this method has been used since the hunting ground was built.

 But no one thought that a measly eighth-level peak could survive.

 All the energy stored in the disk is consumed, and the blazing and huge energy beam gradually fades away.

 When the light beam disappeared completely, only a circular, dark pit remained where the metal square had been.

 Everything was vaporized and evaporated in the high-intensity energy waves.

"let's start."

The silver-haired man wearing a diamond mask, who was the leader of more than a dozen thrones, briefly glanced at the huge pit underneath and said something calmly.

The eyes of the other thrones moved slightly, and soon they all began to recite a certain spell silently in a tacit understanding, and weird and awkward syllables came out of their respective mouths.

This is a sacrificial prayer and the conclusion of this collective hunting ceremony.

 The main function is to inform the gods of fighting and hunting in the underworld that they all participated in this hunt and this sacrifice.

 Not long after, the "participation speech" of the throne members was completed.

 The group of people waited quietly for a while.

But the expected will of the God of Martial Arts and Hunting did not come.

The void is silent, without any ripples.

"what happened?"

 One of the Thrones said in confusion, "I don't seem to get any response from the true God."

"Me too."

 “Which link went wrong?”

The silver-haired man in the lead's eyes flickered, raised his hand to stop everyone's discussion, and said: "Try again."

 All the thrones stopped talking, without any nonsense, and simply started the second round of closing prayers.

 But when they finished reciting for the second time, there was still no response in front of them.

 The call to the God of Martial Arts and Hunting is like a mud cow entering the sea, without getting any response.

 This is a bit outrageous.

 Many of the thrones had slightly moved expressions on their faces.

With their level, even if it is not a sacrificial ceremony, they can still get some responses when trying to communicate with the true **** under normal circumstances.

 Current situation.

 It was as if the supreme God had suddenly completely abandoned them.

 Some people are puzzled, some are panicked, and some continue to try to communicate without giving up.

The silver-haired man headed by him closed his eyes tightly, and strange fluctuations were unconsciously radiating around him.

 A sudden moment.

The silver-haired man's closed eyes suddenly opened.

 “That's not right!”

 “The sacrificial ceremony was not successful.”

 “This hunt is not over yet!”

 He shouted in a low voice and turned around suddenly.

The thrones behind them, who were still agitated because they couldn't get a response from the true god, were all startled when they heard this sentence.

 The next moment, a large amount of gray fog surged out of their minds.

In the mist, a figure was watching them silently.

The outline of the figure could not be clearly seen, only a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen.

 There was a cold and indifferent light in his eyes.

It's like a hunter holding a shotgun sizing up his prey.

This look is all too familiar to them.

 Once upon a time, they looked at others with this look countless times.

 But now.

 It was their turn to be the prey.

Almost as soon as the silver-haired man finished speaking, a thick **** light suddenly rushed into the sky and pierced into the group of them like an arrow.

 “Bang!”

Before they could react, the ball of blood that shot into the crowd quickly exploded.

It was like exploding into a turbulent sea of ​​blood.

 The thick blood light enveloped everyone in an instant.

In the **** light, several bloody, thick, non-human arms suddenly poked out.

The ferocious giant claws suddenly grabbed the shoulders or necks of several Thrones who were caught off guard, and then quickly retracted.

 “Hoo!”

The silver-haired man led by him took action instantly.

 His body quickly bloomed with unparalleled light.

The light gathered in his hand, and soon it condensed into an extremely bright diamond spear.

He held a spear and stabbed hard at the position where the **** giant arm protruded.

The shadow of the God of Martial Arts and Hunting flashed away, and terrifying energy fluctuations came out, followed by a violent shock and explosion.

 “Boom!”

There seemed to be thunder flashing in the void, and the surging blood exploded when the silver-haired man's spear poked him.

 At this moment, all the Mossa thrones reacted, and their respective golden spears and golden shields appeared in their hands.

 They bombarded randomly in all directions, and then quickly scattered around one by one.

 Wait until they retreated to a relatively safe position with lingering fear, and then looked at the exploding **** light.

 At this time, the **** light dispersed by the silver-haired man and them had begun to shrink.

These **** lights gently slapped the void like water, forming a huge **** vortex.

 The **** whirlpool was flowing silently, and there seemed to be some extremely terrifying existence contained within it.

Just looking at it gives people an inexplicable feeling of fear.

finally.

 A figure walked out of the **** vortex.

 The moment they saw this figure, the eyelids of everyone on the throne, including the silver-haired man at the head, twitched.

 This is a figure about ten meters high.

 The whole body is dark red, and the skin is rough like semi-cooled magma, or like solidified blood. He has eight thick and exaggerated arms, his fingers are as sharp as knives, and there is a flower-like pattern on his chest.

Up on his chest, there were cracks as long as a palm, like tightly closed eyes.

 There are four heads on its neck.

One of them has normal proportions, white hair shawl, and a **** vertical line between the eyebrows. The appearance is ferocious and coquettish, with a kind of devilish beauty.

The other three have the same appearance, but their eyes are all closed and they are much smaller.

 They are all crowded together on the neck, looking like three sarcomas or a string of weird neck ornaments.

This figure has scarlet eyes, five of his eight arms are naturally hanging down, and the other three are holding the necks of the three thrones respectively.

 The **** vortex gradually dissipated and merged into the figure's body bit by bit.

This figure just stood there quietly, looking at all the thrones present calmly and indifferently.

To all the thrones, it seemed like there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rolling in front of them.

The strong and choking smell of blood and the overwhelming terrifying murderous aura hit their brains in waves.

A chill started from the tailbone and swept through everyone's body quickly like a tide.

 “Your gods and men of Mosa”

The ferocious and handsome **** figure said in a low voice: "It's all too rude."

 “I changed my mind.”

 “It's better not to join.”

 As the last word fell, the scalps of the thrones in the field became inexplicably numb and the hairs on their hair stood on end.

Perhaps it was because he saw three companions of the same throne level who were helpless and were simply pinched in the hands of the other party like little chickens. The strength displayed by the other party was too intimidating.

Perhaps it is due to years of pampering and the fact that one's own strength is too easily obtained, but there is no strong heart to match it.

 A group of Mossa thrones all chose to flee at the same time, without any intention of joining forces to fight against the figure in front of them.

　　Everyone suddenly became like birds and beasts and dispersed.

 The **** figure didn't seem to care, letting them escape.

 The figure on the throne of Mosa, the last one, turned into light and fled away.

The **** figure lightly snapped his fingers, a faint scarlet light glowing in his eyes.

 “The real hunt begins now.”

 【Elephant God. Asura posture (legend)】!

 Experience progress: 15%.

Blood light bloomed under Lu Yuan's feet, and the huge figure flew quickly in mid-air like a mecha.

 He looked at his elephant **** career panel and felt a sense of calmness in his heart.

Just as he had expected, the pseudo-legendary giant ax was shattered, and the mysterious blood that created the giant ax was stripped out.

 Sure enough, it is the material needed to upgrade the Elephant God Panel.

 Above King Ming.

 For Shura!

With this promotion of the panel, the true face of the power of the Elephant God seems to be officially revealed to Lu Yuan bit by bit.

 “Magic Mountain. Sea of ​​Blood.”

Lu Yuan murmured in his mouth, slowly clenching his palm like a natural combat weapon, "Is this the power of the sea of ​​blood?"

 Lu Yuan would easily break the necks of the three mossa thrones he held in his hands.

These three people are all at the eighth level, two at the middle level and one at the high level.

 But the actual combat effectiveness may not even be comparable to the initial stage of the eighth stage.

 “Too weak, they are just pigs with no strength.”

Lu Yuan shook his hands and the three corpses in his hands instantly turned into mud.

 All the blood in the body flowed out and quickly seeped into Lu Yuan's body.

 Lu Yuan felt that the experience progress bar of his Elephant God panel seemed to jump a little. He checked carefully, but found that there was no change.

“Three eighth-level people, can't they even provide 1% of the experience?”

Lu Yuan couldn't help but frown.

He probably knows what is needed to advance to Shura posture—

 Fighting and killing.

 The opponent's soul and flesh and blood are his best nourishment at this stage.

But judging from the current situation, if he wants to push the progress of Shura's posture to the fullest, the battle kills required will be far beyond his imagination.

“It really takes a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood to forge this ultimate road.”

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and could feel countless thoughts of killing rolling around in his mind, and waves of killing desire kept pouring out of his heart like a fountain.

 In his Shura posture, he became extremely violent, murderous, and manic.

 Even if you have been trying to restrain it.

 But many behaviors and behaviors are also performed instinctively, such as eating when you are hungry and drinking water when you are thirsty.

 “Is it a good thing or a bad thing?”

Lu Yuan frowned.

  High in the sky above the giant alloy island, a fat, white, richly dressed middle-aged man was running away quickly with a slightly condensed look on his face.

Suddenly, a scarlet **** light suddenly caught up with him from behind.

 The white, fat middle-aged man suddenly turned around, only to feel a fishy wind blowing past him.

The next moment, his figure froze and he lowered his head in disbelief.

I only saw a huge **** hole as big as a millstone in the middle of my strong body.

 The figure fell behind him and exploded.

Without looking back, Lu Yuan casually crushed a handful of internal organs and other things in his hand, feeling the elephant **** panel with a slight increase in experience bar.

 And the [Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)] panel with a skyrocketing experience value after a "hunt" is completed.

There is also a desire to kill that is getting more and more turbulent in the body, as if something is about to break out of the shell.

Lu Yuan's brows slowly widened.

“At least it's not that slow if you can fly.”

 “That's a good thing.”

 After saying that, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He inhaled all the smell of blood escaping in the air.

 The expression is slightly intoxicated, as if he is tasting a glass of old, sweet and mellow wine.

 Wait until Lu Yuan opened his eyes again.

 His scarlet eyes became more coquettish and cruel.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and with a movement of his body, his whole body turned into a streak of blood and continued to catch up.

 (End of this chapter)

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