Lord of All Realms

The whistling sound of the Blade of Destruction is high and terrible.

Floating black flame, completely submerged the place where Nie Tian stood, the flame contained a destructive smell, penetrated the mask sacrificed to Nie Tian, easily tearing everything apart.

The sky, a purple lightning, gushed like rain.

Nie Tian is in deep agony.

“Chi chi! ”

Flame Dragon Armor, absorbing his Qi Blood and Flame Power, forming Cluster Flame, firmly guarding the last line of defense.

But that cluster of flames also seems to be in jeopardy.

Just in Ni Tian, under the suppression of the blade of destruction, somehow at a good time, he Dantian Ling Hai's flame Ling Dan, that cluster of sparks gifted by divine fire, suddenly changed.

“Hoo-hoo! ”

An orange-red flame, sparked by flame spirits.

Orange red flame, blended with flaming dragon armor red flame, instantly lit the fierce momentum of the flame.

“crackle and rattle! ”

The black flame that spreads, carrying, deadly destructive smell, burns everything in that flame, clashing against each other, flaming.

Surprisingly, that black flame brought Nie Tian to create a fearful and destructive atmosphere that suddenly seemed manageable.

The handle, manipulated by Ofelia, known as the Blade of Destruction, continued to fly with black flames and purple lightning, and suddenly decreased.

Destruction blade, sealed inside, and the demonic blade merged into the Destruction Spirit, the tsunami, suddenly stopped.

No one knows why the Destruction Spirit in the Blade of Destruction is no longer shouting.

Even Ophelia, with her magic blade, was stunned and confused.

By the end of the tsunami, the boundaries of the sound barrier, the bondage caused by Nietian, are naturally lifted.

Inundated in the inner Ni Tian, it can also use the stars to scintillate and break out of that tremendous area.

Ophelias seemed completely unaware.

She frowned and looked at the blade of destruction in her possession as her face grew thick and stunned.

Her drop of sperm blood slowed down as she bled into the blade of destruction.

Even the Blade of Destruction, no longer longed for, stemmed from more of her fine blood.

“Why? Why exactly? ”

Ofelia growled low, trying to communicate with her soul, in the blade, trapped, into the demonic destruction spirit of the object.

An ambiguity that can only parse a little bit of meaning from the Destruction Spirit.

Ophelia Horan shocked.

Through the Destruction Spirit narrative, she knows that in Ni Tian's body, in the Flame Spirit Dan, there is one thing, and the Destruction Spirit belongs to the same strange species of life!

Destruction Spirit, Divine Fire Spark, like another, is a very different life form from flesh and blood!

This creature, rare in the world, seems to reject fighting among themselves.

Destruction Spirit Exclusion and Spark Confrontation, Spark, and Destruction Spirit will not die.

Even at this time, the sparks are very weak, far from reaching the life level of the Spirit of Destruction, but the instincts of the same species are counterbalancing them.

“Hoo!”

Away from that area, Nietian avoided the entanglement of black flames and purple lightning, carrying the narrowed bone of the star giant beast, whispering: “Life merges! ”

“Hurrah! ”

A scarlet blood line, the truncated bone that escaped into the star beast, the force of his rolling flesh, and the gas-blood in the bone, as if connected together.

In the midst of the underworld, he also heard buzzing in the bone fence of the star beast.

That kind of buzzing, responding to his heartbeat, same frequency.

In that room, Neptune gave birth to a wonderful feeling, as if he were an ancient star beast with vast boundaries, hunting deep in vast galaxies.

His eyes became indifferent, without a hint of human emotion, the smell on his body, revealing a strange smell of ancient, mysterious vastness.

This aura, once emitted, the dragon, Optimus Spirit, including many demons of ancient demonic descent, instinctively arose anxiety.

Bones, swell again.

From two meters to more than sixty meters in an instant, with intense air and blood, it reveals the crude and shallow contours of the starry beast.

“Bloodline! Prey!”

Once again, mysterious bloodstains burst out of the bones, covering the sky and the earth, accumulating in the void of the dead domain into a blood web.

Blood mesh, this time through Nitin's combined increase in life, seems to cover the entire heavenly dome, giving the world of Ophelia's activities the harshness of the wrap.

“Hoo!”

Orange red spark, flashing quietly and sparkling.

In the blade of destruction, the spirit of destruction confined by an ancient, deceased demon, when the spark emerges, abides by their unique life form, deeply rooted covenant.

Destruction Spirit does not engage in war.

Without it, the blade of extermination of the Devil loses its horrific power.

No matter how Ophelia shouted and how she continued to condense her blood, the magic blade was no longer showing its fangs.

This also leads to Aufilia having no choice but to confront the enemy with a fierce blade in her hand until that cloaked web falls from the mask.

Besides, the blade drains her blood and drains her dramatically.

In a hurry, she returned to her ancestors in blood, condensed into the form of an ancient phantom, wearing a beautiful mysterious vest, also enlarged with it.

Unfortunately, when the bloodnet fell and the star beast's preying talent unfolded, her deep blood, some of her most fearful memories, finally shook her chestnut.

She sensed despair for the first time.

The bloodnet was completely covered, and after returning to their ancestors became huge Ophelia, which was also covered in it.

Ophelia, the enlarged body, is struggling in the blood web, but it can't be undone, and it's shrinking a little bit.

This shrinkage is not a spontaneous conventional form, but a dramatic loss of air and blood.

“The battle is over. ”

A loud and loud voice, coming from the fortress of the Demonic Nation, rumbled through the surrounding dead domains.

When this voice sounds, all the spirits that converge in the dead domain, no matter the race, no matter the kingdom, no matter the level of blood, are under tremendous pressure.

countless lines of sight, all subconsciously looking at areas where sound is coming from.

“Yuan Demon Great Venerable! ”

“It's the voice of the great prince of Yuan Demon! ”

“He actually came! ”

“ …… ”

A giant blood axe, coming from the demon's land.

An intense sea of air and blood, wrapped in a blood axe, and a majestic body.

“Blood Axe Great Venerable! ”

Someone shouted out loud and apparently recognized the great identity of the Demon Clan.

“In this battle, my people admitted defeat, and the battle need not continue.” The roaring sound of the blood axe majesty also rang out, "the star stream, will be served shortly. My clan chief agrees to fight Elder Mo! ”

“Demon Clan, proactively admit defeat? ”

“Ophelia defeated? ”

“The loser is Ophelias! ”

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