Demon’s Diary

Liu Mingxin pondered the electric rotation room, and the left shoulder wound appeared to have a faint white glow.

In the white light, countless bloodfilament granulates are growing at visible speeds in the naked eye, and half-cutted arms have reappeared between the eyes.

Primitive Demon Lord glanced at Liu Ming, and although his face did not change much, his eyes flashed a little unexpectedly deep.

Unexpectedly, he launched a thunderbolt strike in the shuttle void. Although he did not do all he could to break the spirit of Liu Ming in one stroke, according to his expectations, he should also be able to properly chop Liu Ming's body into two segments. Even if he can't kill the other party, he can completely lose the power of resistance. However, he did not expect Liu Ming to escape the deadly attack.

“Humph!” the primitive demon lord snorted coldly, once again appearing a layer of crystalline black light on the big black axe in his hand, another tactic rushed.

The next moment, the black axe came out and fluctuated together, turning the axe into a dense and numb black filament. The power of the law swept out of it, making a piercing sound, and shooting towards the willow.

These black filaments are quite similar to the white filaments that Liu Ming just displayed through the sky mirror.

But these black filaments, shining and fluctuating laws, are far above the white filaments just now.

Liu Ming's face changed, the black and white wings slightly behind him, the whole person turned into a blurred light shadow, disappeared in place.

The next moment, Liu Ming's body appeared in a ghost appearance outside of hundreds of fathers, fast, almost comparable to the Lord's just shuttle void.

The black filaments naturally swept empty as they swept down at their original station.

Liu Ming Ming's heart is slightly one-an. This black and white light wing is a kind of divine talent he has enlightened over the years. Combining his previous animal nail tricks, three-point shadow law and other secrets, supplemented by the power of the two laws of yin and yang, it can melt itself into the void, the speed is like an illusion.

Primitive Demon's face flashed with a different color, waving a trick.

The black filament in the middle of the sky suddenly changed direction, the sound of "chi chi" was loud, the maggots of the bone generally continued to laser towards the willow sound.

At the same time, the other finger of the original demon master, a black light swept into the sky, fell into the clouds in the middle of the sky, and disappeared.

Liu Ming noticed the action of the original demon master, his complexion slightly moved, seemed to think of something, but by now those black filaments had arrived.

He hurried to rush for a resolution, the light behind him moved, and the whole person disappeared again, and the next instant appeared generally in another place outside the hundred husbands.

But he just showed up, and those black filaments seemed to have predicted his course of action, turning the shaped laser around long ago.

Liu Ming's heart was full of black and white light, his figure disappeared again, and there was a frightening and dangerous escape from the black wire entanglement.

At this moment, the black filament was like an eye, and suddenly it split into several parts, and the speed rapidly more than doubled, falling from several directions toward the place where Liu Ming was located.

Liu Ming did not dare to be lazy. He extended his figure to the extreme. His figure brought out a series of shadows, which were dangerously rubbed in the black wire of the lane.

The Lord frowned and his face revealed a touch of impatience, reading words in his mouth and waving with one hand.

Boom! Boom!

A thunderous muffled sound came out of the overhead sky, and the clouds in the sky suddenly rolled over and spread towards all sides. Immediately after that, Liu Ming only noticed the overhead sky was dark.

But a giant figure emerged in the air.

It was a huge black figure, more than a thousand feet in size, floating in the sky like a cloud, covering the sky and casting a large shadow below.

At first glance, this huge figure is no different from ordinary creatures, but if you look closely, you can see that it is not a living thing, but a huge puppet.

Liu Ming looked over his head at the huge black puppet that almost shielded the entire sky. Although his face remained the same, his heart was full of unbelief.

Such a huge thing hidden in the air, he didn't even realize it.

And the puppet's aura emitted at this moment is somewhat familiar!

His figure swung away from a wave of black crystalline wire and his eyes glanced quickly in the hands of the giant puppet, flashing in a flash.

The black giants, he recognized, appeared in front of him several times before and eventually took him back to the horror giant.

Liu Ming had always thought that the boundary-breaking Optimus giant hand was transformed into the palm of the original demon master, but did not expect that it belonged to such a huge puppet.

The puppet also emitted an enormous aura, much stronger than he was.

A giant black puppet with a big hand, the surface of the black light is hidden, and it comes toward Liu Ming's location as if it were slowly scratched.

“Bang” sound boring!

The puppet giant suddenly stopped halfway, then the surface black light suddenly amplified and burst apart, sweeping wide and wide in all directions, covering the lower range.

Liu Ming's speed was extremely fast, but he couldn't escape at this moment. He was overshadowed by a lot of black light.

His face became incredibly pale, and there seemed to be some power of law in the black light, and the tremendous pressure of five rows acted on him from all sides, making it incredibly slow.

At the same time, those black filaments seemed to be unaffected in the black light, one blurred, from all sides of the dense and numb roll, wrapped Liu Ming to death, wrapped inside, revealing only one head.

Finally, a smile appeared on the Lord's face, waving with one hand, and the black light in the hands of the giant black puppet dissipated.

A "clicking” sound was made on the giant puppet, and then the body changed rapidly, turning into an extended black palace, suspended at high altitude.

Black silk wrapped around Liu Ming and flew to the demon master.

But at this moment, in the black filament, Liu Ming's body “punched”, and it broke apart, turning into rolling black gas, followed by a dim golden flute falling.

Yellow Turban Strongman!

Primordial Demon Lord's look flashed.

Hundreds of husbands away, the void fluctuated together, appeared in the shadow of the green light of Liu Ming. Although the previously broken arm had fully grown, his face was paler than it had just been.

The Yellow Scarf Legendary Charm he had just sacrificed in a hurry, which he had re-sacrificed over the years in order to deal with the Original Demon Lord, although the incarnated body, regardless of its smell or appearance, could be hidden from the sea, but the power consumed was also extremely exaggerated.

In the presence of such figures as the Lord of Demons, it is fortunate that this approach can succeed once, and it is simply impossible to play any other role.

Plus, although he recovered his broken arm under the Blood of the Leprechaun, the power consumption is also not small. Combined, at this moment, his body's power is less than half.

“This charm is rather interesting and seems to be handed down to the ancient world. You have some strength, but you've dodged several of my attacks. But I'd like to see if you can handle the next move.” The original Demon Lord's eyes moved away from the Yellow Scarf Legend, his mouth suddenly burst with a smile, then waved a trick.

The black filaments rolled back and quickly turned into a black axe in mid-air, dancing around him.

At the same time, his other palm flipped over, adding a black ancient flute to his hand.

The flute has only a long ruler and is engraved with some strange dark purple pattern, with an animal head at one end of the flute.

Liu Ming's face changed, even though a distance apart, he could still feel the aura of the black flute, it was also a treasure of the spirit, and the grade was never under the black axe.

He immediately pinched his hand and damaged the magic whip and stretched dozens of times, turning into a circle of green light, wrapped around his body.

The other hand sacrificed the sky mirror and slipped down, forming a white aperture that covered him inside.

When the demon lord saw Liu Ming's movements, his expression remained unchanged, lifting the black flute slowly and placing it next to his mouth.

The next moment, a long, lingering flute sounds, the purple lines above the black flute glow, then a purple symbol floats around and diffuses towards the surrounding area.

Where the purple symbol passes, the void makes a "buzzing” sound, and the air presents an unusual blurry purple color.

Liu Ming's face changed and the light curtain around him, although able to resist physical attack, was unable to isolate the sound.

But without contemplating it, the flute had entered his ears through protection and immediately echoed in the sea of his divine consciousness.

His eyes suddenly became blurred, his mind felt relaxed for a while, and his mind was also dizzy for a while, and he seemed to want to sleep about it.

At the extreme of this shock, Liu Ming somehow came from a momentum, biting the tip of his tongue, the severe pain caused him to recover a few points, then his arms swung continuously, his body flew out more than a dozen flags, fell around, and opened a layer of sound insulation prohibition.

The original Demon Lord's eyes flashed a slight discoloration deep, but his lips fluttered and he continued to play. With the loud flute, the purple symbol had spread to hundreds of lengths around him, dyeing the void around the Demon Lord into a purple color, and Liu Ming had naturally been encased in this purple world.

Liu Ming was anxious at the moment because, although he used a brief sober technique to open the sound insulation ban, he was still unable to isolate the sound of the Devil's Lord's flute.

“It should also be the power of some kind of law! But it is not one of the seven laws of the lower realm, is it also the law of the upper realm!” Liu Ming's mind grew more and more dizzy, but he couldn't help but think about it.

Otherwise, with his soul power, how could he not resist the sounds of the district flute?

You know, he's now very familiar with the power of the seven principles of this interface, and he asks himself no one to trap him easily.

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