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- Chapter 14 Larta¡¯s Wail
Strictly speaking, Larta is not the Chaos Demon God born in the early days of Hongmeng, but the Queen of the Three Demon Lords, the first creature born in the Great Chaos Realm. Moreover, in its early days of birth, it did not belong to any of the three races. Any clan, but a real creature of flesh and blood, but the Demon Lord of Disillusionment later found it and transformed it with the power of his body.
For this reason, it is destined that Larta's loyalty to Disillusionment will not be too high. If the Demon Lord of Disillusionment holds the Avenue of Death Stone and is a super strong man among the heavenly demons, the master is strong and the servant is weak. , it will not be rebellious, but once the master is weak and the servant is strong, rebellion will still occur even if there is a spiritual contract to recognize the master. []
After all, the rules of death involve the soul. It is not difficult for Larta to get rid of the control of disillusionment by relying on it.
At this moment, the Demon Lord of Disillusionment really lost his wife and lost his army. He was originally inspired by a junior who said, "The magic weapon is good only when it is really good." He temporarily lent out the Death Avenue Stone that can strengthen the bone dragon. Who would have thought that the bone With the help of the power of his treasure, Long actually had the ability to resist.
"Howlalta, I will crush you to ashes." The disillusioned helmet flew out when it fell from the bone dragon, revealing the pale skull hidden inside.
The blue eyes of the bone dragon flashed with a trace of panic and struggle, but feeling the fighting spirit of the man behind him, the bone dragon's expression moved, and the power of the soul began to approach Zhang Zilong.
Zhang Zilong was still dazed by the sudden change, and suddenly felt a cold soul trying to contact him. After a little exploration, he found that it was Larta under his feet. Even if he didn't know the specific details of what was happening now, It can also be guessed that it is eight points, so Larta wants to communicate with him, and he has no objection.
The Chaos Clock released its restraint on Larta's soul, and soon he heard a cold and old voice: "Fellow Taoist, Larta has been offended a lot just now."
¡°Well, this guy actually admitted his mistake right from the start.
Knowing that this was a sign that the other party wanted something from him, Zhang Zilong collected his thoughts and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, fellow Daoist Larta was also forced by the old devil Disillusionment."
The two were having a friendly meeting, and over there, Disillusionment had already come over to kill the general with his sword in hand. Although his expression could not be seen from the pale skull, the blue soul fire that shot straight into the sky from the back of his head showed the overwhelming anger of its owner.
"That's it, let's go together." Larta roared in a deep voice. His huge body faced the disillusionment and rushed forward. Apparently, he wanted to rely on his own defense as a human shield to let Zhang Zilong look for an opportunity to kill him.
Larta¡¯s rebellion was a rare chance of life in the Pangu world. Of course, Zhang Zilong did not dare to neglect it. He calmed down, slowed down and followed Larta.
Although the Demon Lord of Disillusionment looks like a skeleton, the strength of his body is surprisingly terrifying. The death energy condensed by Larta collided with the Demon Sword of Disillusionment. Circles of scarlet energy fluctuations shook the surrounding chaos. Stirring into a pot of porridge, fortunately, there were no other people in the area where they fought, otherwise even a quasi-sage would fall with this single blow.
Zhang Zilong jumped high from behind Larta, roaring loudly, and the intertwined light of gold and silver from the God-killing Spear illuminated the void. Zhang Zilong was too lazy to use any moves. The Demon Lord of Disillusionment has been studying the Great Stone for many years, and he must have learned more than himself. Much more, it is basically impossible to hurt him with exquisite moves. Now the only option is to use violence.
"Howl the God-killing Spear, go." The veins on Zhang Zilong's forehead stretched. The God-killing Spear carried him with the energy and the gift of the Great Dao Stone, and flew towards the Demon Lord of Disillusionment who was confronting Larta.
Larta's expression was also full of madness, its wings flapped crazily, and streams of black energy poured out of its body and dissipated in the chaos. It stands to reason that a strong person like it would not use energy in such a wasteful manner, but Now it is activating its mana crazily, and its whole body is like a rushing wave, unable to concentrate on controlling the violent mana.
The God-killing Spear pierced the void and stabbed at the Demon Lord of Disillusionment. It was about to pierce his skull. This way, he would not fall but would lose his fighting power.
One person and one dragon stared at the God-killing Spear. The originally extremely fast God-killing Spear seemed to have slowed down time and space in their eyes, getting closer to the person they hated.
Suddenly, Disillusionment laughed twice, and Larta's heart suddenly suddenly gave up her confrontation with Disillusionment, and she turned around and ran away. Hundreds of figures suddenly appeared around Huan Ke. Each one was similar to Huan Hui's size and extremely huge, and there was a strange black mist surrounding his body.
The God-killing Spear came with the power to open up the world, but after sinking into the black mist, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, silently. Zhang Zilong, who was connected to the God-killing Spear, clearly heard the cry of his baby.
"Corrosion" The cold and hoarse voice of the Demon Lord of Disillusionment came out from the black mist, killingThe black mist around the magic gun instantly began to swallow up the mana that Zhang Zilong poured into the gun, like a group of ghosts that had been hungry for hundreds of years.
"Wither" was another command-like voice. Zhang Zilong, who could still sense the situation of the God-killing Spear, felt that his soul sank and he lost contact with the God-killing Spear.
"What's going on?" Zhang Zilong, with red eyes, turned to look at Larta, who had fled back in embarrassment, and saw Larta's expression was low: "They are the three hundred puppets of the devil, each one represents a kind of magic, and regardless of the opponent, How powerful he is, he can make magic take effect by sacrificing a puppet."
Zhang Zilong's pupils shrank violently, but he saw that the black mist shrouded the space slowly dissipated. The Demon Lord of Disillusionment and his remaining more than 200 puppet monsters stood proudly in the chaos, and his God-killing Spear was quietly Lying quietly in the chaos and chaos, there was no luster.
This scene reminded him of what Chang Xi said about the appearance of the Weeping Blood Flute when it was discovered.
¡®God-killing God-killing¡¯ Zhang Zilong called for the treasure that seemed to have been abandoned through his soul, but the God-killing Spear, which was originally extremely psychic, did not respond at all at this moment.
"Don't waste your energy. The soul you attached to that treasure has probably been wiped away by the decay of disillusionment." Larta's cold voice sounded from the side, leaving Zhang Zilong speechless. The God-killing Spear was his biggest support. Countless years of friendship have almost become his most important partner, and now they have lost contact for no apparent reason. How can he be reconciled?
Larta seemed to have noticed the man's thoughts. She stopped talking and instead quietly confronted the Demon Lord of Disillusionment and the three hundred puppets.
"Gagalalta, I will give you one last chance to return the Great Avenue Stone. I will spare your life, otherwise," Disillusionment said at the end, his expression getting colder and colder.
Larta sneered and went back? Could I let you control my soul and body again and be that immortal monster for tens of thousands of years?
"Don't waste your efforts. I will not surrender. Even if I die, I will not be that monster for you to drive."
Zhang Zilong withdrew his mind from the God-killing Spear. Fortunately, Huan Mie did not snatch the magic weapon. He seemed to look down on it. As long as he killed Huan Mie, he could refining the God-Killing Spear.
"Do your best." Larta sent a message to Zhang Zilong. He did not expect that the Demon Lord of Disillusionment would also bring his three hundred puppets. With the cultivation levels of him and Zhang Zilong, the Demon Lord of Disillusionment would lose at most a hundred puppets. It can make them die without a burial place. If they still take chances, they have no chance of winning.
Zhang Zilong nodded solemnly. He was not afraid of fighting for his life, but he was afraid that there was someone among the three hundred puppets who could seal him: "Come on." He said, taking the Chaos Clock into his hand. God Killer could not use it for the time being, so he could only rely on it. The Chaos Bell. After he obtained this magic weapon, it was mostly used for defense, but that does not mean that its attack is average. On the contrary, among the three innate treasures split into by the Sky Axe, the Chaos Bell is the most powerful one. Attack and defense are integrated, the attack is not weaker than Pangu Banner, and the defense is not inferior to Xuanhuang Linglong Tower.
"Roar" Larta was indeed determined to die. After roaring, his soul burned, stimulating the avenue stone between his eyebrows to emit bursts of faint light, which seemed to add to his determination. Zhang Zilong did not neglect either. At this moment, with the help of the power of heaven, his mana had already been restored. However, he also learned from Larta, burning part of the soul and stimulating the Dao Stone in the soul. The golden energy containing the power of panic rules instantly throughout his body.
"Kill!" The two men shouted loudly at the same time, turned into two meteors, and rushed into the three hundred puppets.
Disillusionment controls three hundred puppets, sniping and killing one person and one dragon that are constantly passing through.
"Fear", "Space Collapse", "Death Seal" orders came out from the mouth of the Demon Lord of Disillusionment. Each time, a puppet would turn into little stars and scatter into the chaos, and then it would attack like rules and tightly entangle the guerrillas. Two people.
The Chaos Bell is worthy of being the treasure that allows Donghuang to compete with the Saint. Even though these attacks contain the power of rules, it is difficult to break through its defense for a while. The clear bell keeps ringing, and every time it takes away a puppet, so After dozens of times, Zhang Zilong's face began to turn pale. After all, even though his magic power was replenished by heaven, the loss of his soul could not be recovered so quickly. Every time he rang the Chaos Bell, it was as painful as peeling off bones and removing flesh.
Larta was much miserable. Without any magic weapon, it could only rely on its body to resist the attacks of disillusionment. After a while, the dragon's body, which had grown bloody flesh, was riddled with holes, and many places had begun to rot.
However, under his desperate attack, he also destroyed dozens of Huanhuai's puppets. In this way, including the ones used by Huanhuai himself, there were only more than a hundred puppets left.
Zhang Zilong, whose eyes were red from the killing and whose spirit was dazed, suddenly felt a familiar stone approaching him. He subconsciously reached out to pick it up. When he looked again, he saw that it was the Avenue of Death stone embedded between Larta's eyebrows.
?Zhang Zilong cheered up and turned to look at Larta, only to see pieces of flesh and blood falling off his huge body, and his remaining eyes were exhausted.
"Take it and go quickly." Larta's dry voice reached his ears. Zhang Zilong keenly felt a hint of danger, mustered up his last energy, and fanned Fang Cun crazily. Zhang Zilong turned into a meteor, rolling up and almost falling into silence. The god-killing spear in the chaotic flow fled far away.
Seeing this, Disillusionment was willing to let him go, and he roared angrily: "The thief gives me back my magic weapon."
"Save your own life first," the cold voice roared from Larta's mouth. Zhang Zilong felt a strong energy coming from behind. Even if there was no way to block it, his saint's body felt pierced. The burning of the soul.
A picture flashed in the soul: Disillusionment wanted to control the remaining hundred puppets and chased him, and Larta's rotting body helped him block Disillusionment. After that, its huge body exploded, The chaos, the energy that destroyed the world and destroyed everything opened a gap. At a rough look, it was comparable to the Pangu world
Zhang Zilong, who retreated in embarrassment, fell into a coma as soon as his soul sank. Before he fell into coma, he seemed to hear the wails of Larta's dissipating soul, weeping and complaining.
From the moment it was born, it was captured by disillusionment. After that, it was immersed in the torture of disillusionment day and night. Finally, it died, thinking that it could be freed. It never thought that it was made into an immortal body by the disillusionment that controlled the rules of death. Skeletons.
Dragons are proud, and so are they.
It is better to die than to perish.
Chapter 14 Larta¡¯s Wail
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