Final Priesthood Chapter 392

 Chapter 392 The power of mystery! The child who picked up a branch from the forbidden tree

The moment the silver-haired man took action, an extremely dazzling lightning flashed suddenly in the air between Lu Yuan and him.

This lightning was so bright that even Lu Yuan's vision was slightly affected.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but the eyes on his shoulders and chest suddenly opened wide, and he took action completely relying on instinct.

Lu Yuan's eight arms stretched out at the same time, as if there were eight **** pythons protruding out of the void at the same time.

With a "boom", it bit the lightning directly.

 The figure of the silver-haired man was revealed.

He was standing above Lu Yuan's head, holding a diamond spear. The spear penetrated the palms of four ferocious blood claws. He was only an inch away from the vertical line between Lu Yuan's eyebrows, but was pinched tightly by the other four giant blood claws. .

Four palms were pierced, but there was no expression on Lu Yuan's face.

Grabbed the four arms of the spear and pushed downwards at the same time. The silver-haired man pressed down, and Lu Yuan turned his head slightly.

During this period, there were continuous thunderous explosions, and the ground continued to vibrate and shake violently, as if it was being hammered by a giant.

The Eleventh Throne looked at the silver-haired man's embarrassed look and spoke tremblingly.

　　The ancient and gorgeous diamond armor on his body was completely shattered at this time.

A ferocious and huge **** figure "dengdengdeng" took a few steps back, and then stopped, revealing the calm figure of Lu Yuan.

　Not long after, he caught up with the silver-haired man and took action frantically.

 At the center of the battle group, the silver-haired man stood quietly.

 As the most powerful being in the entire Mosa.

finally

 “Bang!”

 “Boom, boom, boom!”

Only about a quarter of the diamond buckler in his hand was left, almost broken into pieces.

 Throne Eleven is constantly hesitating between running away and staying.

Lu Yuan's four claws directly hit the diamond shield. The terrifying force was transmitted out, and the silver-haired man holding the shield was blown away by him like a cannonball.

 But before the joy could bloom, his expression suddenly froze again.

 He desperately opened his eyes to see clearly what was going on in the battle group, but the terrifying area that was raging was completely beyond his ability to perceive.

With four free hands, he swatted forward, up, down, left and right, trying to crush the silver-haired man to death.

His head was hanging slightly, his shoulders and back were rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily.

The silver-haired man's expression changed slightly, the hand holding the spear loosened, and he raised the diamond shield in his other hand.

After so many years, he has always firmly controlled the position of the first throne. His strength is so strong that no one in the organization can clearly detect it.

 A hint of joy suddenly flashed across Throne Eleven's face.

The spear shining with diamond luster shot backwards along his cheek.

This fierce fight probably lasted for more than half a minute.

 “Lord 獠獠.”

 He slowly raised his head. Half of the diamond mask on his face was deeply sunken and cracked like porcelain.

"Well"

The silver-haired man landed on the ground, spread his feet into the ground, and plowed two deep ravines on the ground made of alloy.

After a dull loud noise, the dazzling light squeezed the surging blood and suddenly burst out.

 But now, he is injured.

Blood dripped down the broken bottom of the mask, dyeing the lower half of his body and the silver hair on his temples red.

A huge mass of blood surged up and down, accompanied by circles of dark red ripples.

 Obviously, in the battle just now, the silver-haired man was severely injured.

The aftermath of the terrifying energy spread out in waves. To the Eleventh Throne who was hiding and watching the battle, more than half a minute seemed as long as more than half a century.

 As long as the mental power is even slightly closer, it will be directly crushed by the violent energy.

Under the blood, there is a bright light that condenses again and again, and then is constantly broken by dark red ripples.

The huge and ferocious Shura body rushed up, like a huge blood-colored wave sweeping over violently.

His body was also covered with scars, as if he had been cut by countless sharp knives, and one of his arms was in a weird twisted state.

 We only know how powerful the beast is, and even if the other seventeen thrones join forces to challenge it, they may not be able to compete with it.

 “Boom!”

 Before he could completely offset this huge force, Lu Yuan had already moved forward.

　　When Eleven Thrones joined Mosa, Lu was already at the ninth level.

 And the injury was so serious.

At this moment, an inexplicable emotion surged up from the heart of the Eleventh Throne, making him breathless, and it seemed like something was quietly collapsing.

 “Kakaka—”

Lu Yuan slowly stretched his body, and some wounds and musculoskeletal dislocations on his eight-armed body quickly recovered.

More turbulent and suppressed murderous intent and aura surged up, spreading out to the surroundings like waves.

Lu Yuan exhaled softly, then looked at the silver-haired man in front of him, condescendingly, and spoke softly with a hint of appreciation: "You are much better than those guys I pinched to death before.

 You are strong."

 What Lu Yuan said came from the bottom of his heart.

Even he himself is not sure how strong his current state is.

With the blessing of Shura's killing and fighting instincts, if you think about it, even if Yuanxing Luoya, who had a super god-level mecha body, was standing in front of him now, he would probably be demolished into a pile of scraps in a few rounds.

But the silver-haired man in front of him, Mosa, was able to withstand his violent attacks. He was indeed an opponent worthy of praise.

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 The silver-haired man who was severely injured by Lu Yuan gradually calmed down from his embarrassment.

He looked at Lu Yuan with calm eyes and took a deep breath.

 Soon, streams of blood flowed out from the surface of his skin.

 With the blessing of this blood energy, the silver-haired man's body quickly expanded.

 “Kakaka—”

His body grew taller and taller. His originally well-proportioned and slender body became thicker, and his muscles stood out like steel stones.

His blood-stained silver hair moved without any wind, and the diamond mask on his face quietly slipped off, revealing a slightly ferocious face with protruding veins.

 “@#%…&*”

　　The silver-haired man spoke unknown ancient syllables, his tone was enthusiastic and full of piety.

 His body began to glow slightly.

In an instant, centered on the island beneath their feet, an inexplicable force seemed to be mobilized throughout the Mosa Islands.

"no, do not want!-"

At the same time that this power was being mobilized, the Eleventh Throne, who was standing not far away watching the battle, suddenly let out a terrified scream.

Then he turned around and ran away without hesitation, but after flying not far, his whole body suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

The exploding flesh and blood of the Eleventh Throne did not disperse, but merged directly into the sky, rising to the sky with the unknown force.

 The sea around the island began to tremble violently, and it seemed that something extremely terrifying was hidden under the sea level and was about to break out of the water.

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes and saw a phantom of a goat-headed figure belonging to the Mosaic **** of fighting and hunting gradually forming on the top of his head behind the silver-haired man.

 He immediately understood the other party's purpose.

“Sacrifice everyone on the entire island group in one go in exchange for more and more powerful power?”

 How many people are there in total on the Mosa Islands?

 tens of thousands?

 Or tens of thousands?

Sacrificing the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in one breath, the behavior of the first throne of Mosa in front of him can be said to be crazy.

Once he successfully sacrifices it, it will probably become the most appalling cult sacrifice ceremony in this century.

Lu Yuan watched the thin blood mist rising in the sky, blowing by the sea breeze and gathering into the sky.

The illusory shadow of the Mosaic Warrior God became clearer and clearer, and he could even feel the cold and angry killing intent poured into the shadow.

 With the blessing of this huge force, the silver-haired man's body continued to expand and strengthen.

 Soon it exceeded five meters.

The whole person's appearance also became extremely deformed and ugly. His hands and feet even turned into sheep's hooves, black wool grew out of his body, and short horns grew out of his head.

 A breath of violence, cruelty, and chaos constantly erupted from him

Lu looked at him from afar.

You can clearly feel the strong sense of crisis approaching, but the desire to fight and kill is growing stronger and stronger in your heart.

Shura's instinct made his blood boil with excitement at this moment.

 “Huchi—huchi—”

 “It would be really cool if I could kill such an opponent.”

The scarlet light in Lu Yuan's eyes shone brightly. Stimulated by the strong killing and fighting instincts, the closed eyes on his body kept opening.

 The opened Shura Eyes provided him with an even stronger desire to kill and fight.

 It's like a snowball. There seemed to be a vast sea of ​​blood in Lu Yuan's body, which was quickly awakening and was about to overflow.

However.

 He quickly suppressed this impulse and desire!

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 Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and the eyes of Shura closed one after another, and the burning murderous intention in his chest subsided.

 “If it was a month or two ago”

 Lu Yuan's eyes were as scarlet as diamonds, and he said to himself in a low and hoarse voice: “I will definitely let you finish reading the article.

but now"

 “I can no longer allow any more accidents to happen.”

 Finished.

The road is far away and the eight arms are dancing together.

The Grandmaster of level 2 uses his strength, plus the move of Eight Elephants Swallowing Dragons.

 Pure power is superimposed crazily.

With the posture of King Ming, he can reach the threshold of the "miracle realm" with this.

 Now promoted to the Shura posture, the physical body and strength have been greatly improved.

 As soon as the terrifying power was superimposed, Lu Yuan reached the door of the "miracle realm" in an instant.

 Then there was a "boom" and "the door was broken in"!

 In an instant.

　　【Elephant God. Shura Stance (Legend)】A skill on the career panel is directly lit up, and the light shines brightly.

Lu Yuan felt as if he had touched the essence of so-called "power" in an instant.

 Like a lush and towering tree.

Lu Yuan caught it!

Oh no.

   To be precise, it means grasping a certain branch or vein of its body.

This vein integrated into his body and grew rapidly in his body.

 “Boom!”

The eight already extremely thick and ferocious blood arms dancing in Lu Yuan once again swelled during the process of transplantation and growth of the "power of veins".

From the perspective of a bystander, Lu Yuan's eight arms seemed to suddenly expand into eight large dark red balloons.

Then countless dark ripples appeared densely, but they did not spread, but retracted.

These dark ripples completely "dye" the eight giant arms far away in pure black.

Lu Yuan punched hard

 The entire void was severely distorted at the moment Lu Yuan punched.

A pitch-black light pillar more than ten meters thick shot out silently.

 The silver-haired man exploded in an instant like thousands of volcanoes erupting at the same time.

 Then he continued to rush forward with a "boom" sound.

The entire sea area in front was completely penetrated by a pure black light, and it was unknown how far it extended.

 When Lu Yuan fully exerted the power of this punch.

The whole person returned to normal, looked in front of him, and then looked at his eight arms that were trembling and trembling slightly as they were still immersed in the power.

 He also fell into a brief trance.

　　【Elephant God. Shura Stance (Legend)】On the career panel, a newly learned skill is shining slightly—

  lv1【Mystery. Power—Crack! 】

 “Is this the true power of God?”

Lu Yuan murmured to himself.

 At that moment.

He felt like an ignorant child who accidentally broke off the branch of the forbidden tree, then took it in his hand and waved it hard.

 “Boom!”

 The power of the forbidden realm is released like a flood.

 “Buzz—”

The dark golden shuttle with the evil sheep's head pattern on it flew quickly between the sea and the sky.

On the shuttle, two men and one woman stood solemnly in front of a white round table, looking at something.

In front of them, there were three exquisite metal masks, three spears, and three round shields, all of which seemed to be made of gold.

However, these nine artistic creations, which seemed to be made by the world's top craftsmen, were all covered with cracks at this time, just like porcelain that was only one step away from being completely broken and was about to completely crack.

“What's going on? I suddenly feel that the power of the true God is rapidly declining, as if it is moving away from us.”

 A man spoke in a deep voice.

The person next to him said with an ugly face: "Someone has offended the true God and caused us to suffer unreasonable disasters."

“He tried to call me, but was quickly disconnected.

 I can't contact him now

what about you? "

 The woman among the three asked two of them.

 The two shook their heads, indicating that they felt the same way.

At this time, the shuttle flew over a certain sea area, and a faint smell of blood came from the shuttle's exhaust system.

The three of them looked at each other and hurried to the window, lowered their heads and looked down.

At this sight, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

 I saw the sea below, and the sea was full of floating corpses.

Countless blood melted into the sea, almost turning the vast sea area into blood red.

 The three of them rushed out of the shuttle immediately.

 Facing this scene directly, the visual impact becomes even stronger.

The entire Mosa Islands were soaked in blood, and a thick atmosphere of blood, cruelty, desolation and death rushed into the sky.

Looking down from a high altitude, the former "goat head" seems to be dead and is constantly seeping blood.

 “What happened?”

 “Where are the people? Is everyone dead?”

The three of them flew towards the central island with ugly expressions.

As the three of them sit on the throne of Mosa, they have experienced countless human blood sacrifice rituals.

Seeing this **** prison, I still couldn't help but feel frightened and my scalp numb.

 They could tell that these dead people should have been "blood sacrifices".

The largest and most solemn blood sacrifice in the history of the Mosaic religion.

 There is only one person in the entire Mosa who has the ability and qualifications to perform this blood sacrifice.

 That is the first throne of Mosa—Yu!

 “Is he crazy? I must have a reasonable explanation!”

 The three of them flew forward with ugly expressions.

 Finally, we are about to reach the central island.

However, just when the three of them had a clear view of the scene on the central island, their figures suddenly froze and froze.

 The expressions of the three people were as if they had suddenly seen a ghost, and they were all stunned.

 The huge central island was almost completely reduced to ruins.

On the ruins, a dozen golden spears were stuck on the ground, and on almost every spear, there was a corpse of their former colleague on the throne.

 In the middle position is a diamond spear that stands out the most.

The diamond spear carried a seven- to eight-meter-tall, grotesque-looking corpse of a goat monster.

From the silver-white hair of this monster and the remaining fragments of diamond armor on its body, it can be seen that this should be the one they mentioned repeatedly before - the wolf!

Of course, he is dead now.

 The death was direct and tragic.

 A huge **** hole was opened in his entire chest, as if something terrifying had penetrated him.

Not only that, there was still a huge crack mark on his back.

This trace extends all the way to the sea level outside the island, and half of the alloy island has been directly flattened, showing signs of large tracts of cracking.

The three of them stared blankly at the scene in front of them, their minds going blank for a brief moment.

Instinct allows them to piece together the truth of this scene from the clues in front of them.

 However, the truth made them even more unacceptable.

 “The more than ten Thrones left on the island are all dead.”

 “They should have encountered a foreign enemy”

“The First Throne Hunter sacrificed blood to the entire Mosa Archipelago to pray to the true **** for strength, but as a result, he also died.”

"so."

“What kind of enemy did they encounter?

 They are so terrifying that even the true God cannot save them!

 In the end, he was wiped out by the collective! "

 The three of them were enveloped in an indescribable and unknown terror, and their bodies began to tremble violently involuntarily.

 A moment later.

The three of them turned around in unison, like frightened flies, and fled away quickly.

 (End of this chapter)

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