Chapter 400

At the beginning, hundreds of millions of dead souls were put into the death array, but almost all souls were either crushed to pieces by the death array or dispersed by the space storm.

In addition to the specific demon general soul, there are only very few soul fragments, which can escape these two disasters very fluently, and almost completely come to the blood cloud wasteland to fuse and regenerate with one of the corpses and white bones on the ground.

Moban is such an alien. When you awaken part of your memory, you will grow extremely fast and powerful.

At this time, Moban was sitting on a throne built by thick white bones, holding his jaw with one hand, closing his eyes and meditating. On his head was the simple stone top of the stone hall, rough and primitive.

He can't remember when he woke up. He just knows that when he woke up, he fought, fought and devoured in this desolate land for survival and evolution!

Gradually, Moban knew how to subdue his subordinates, and then rely on their strength to further expand. Gradually, there were more and more Luocha demons under him. He didn't need to go out to fight in person. Naturally, fresh flesh and power were sent to him. So he slowly got used to another thing and thought!

The huge war boats and towering temples in the sky, the heaven and earth collapsed under one blow, and all kinds of vague or clear pictures like memories of the past came to mind from time to time because of long-term quiet meditation; But with the emergence of this picture of past memory, there will be a pain of tearing the soul.

So he still couldn't find a clear answer. He only knew that he hated this damn wasteland, this group of damn Luocha demons and this damn killing.

A Luocha devil hates killing. It's really black humor.

Bang bang, a heavy and hurried footsteps came, which interrupted Moban's meditation. He stared at the bloody Wuwei level Luocha devil in front of him, and there was a flame rising in his blood red eyes.

Disturbing Moban's meditation is a very serious thing. The blood devil repeatedly bent over to beg for mercy and stated the context of the matter to Moban vaguely and quickly.

Moban stared at him, looking at several half meter long wounds on his body and a huge penetrating wound on his waist. The flesh and blood around the wound was laborious and futile, but there was no sign of recovery.

Moban waved impatiently and stopped his statement. He grabbed the white jade bone spear on the side of the throne. The bone spear quickly caught a layer of miserable green flame. With a wave of his hand, he pierced the subordinate who had no hope of recovery. With a grasp of the huge scale and claw void, a golden light mass slowly emerged from the head of the dead blood demon. He looked at the light mass for a while, Wave to break the light.

His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to denounce Marquis and prey were secretly attacked in more than 200 miles, and only one of them escaped!

Shameful Raider!

Moban roared angrily, and the gathering place of the whole tribe suddenly moved. Four or five hundred Luocha demons soon gathered in front of the throne.

Moban stepped down from the throne, held the white jade like bone spear in one hand, and threw the poor corpse into the demons. Although there are more food now, the flesh and blood essence of the fighting spirit can not be wasted. When the corpse of the seven or eight meter high corpse is not long, it is eaten clean.

Moban pointed to the direction recorded in the soul fragment, the earth shook, and all the Luocha magic soldiers followed him and rolled away.

Chen Hai's huge puppet sat on the ground, scattered with the remains of more than a dozen Luocha demons. When four or five hundred Luocha demons stepped into his sea of knowledge, he grabbed the battle spear and ran quickly to Gufeng valley with eight blood guards such as Yao Laogen. If there was no breath along the way, he would ensure that these Luocha demons would not be lost behind.

When Mo ban arrived at the place where Chen Haigang sat cross legged, he only saw a messy battlefield, a broken body with Luocha devil scattered everywhere, but the murderer had disappeared.

Moban was furious. He had never suffered such loss and insult since he began to know how to accept his men.

Of course, in his view, avoiding war is an insult to him.

Just before he ordered his men to scatter to look for the traces of these provocations, he keenly noticed that there was a faint smell. This breath is the breath of those cowardly sneakers, which is exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragments.

At that moment, he took the lead and went in the direction of Chen Hai's disappearance. Behind him was the wolf smoke rolling magic soldier.

After running for a long time, he could feel that the cowardly sneaker was not far in front of him, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

Fortunately, Luocha devil never lacks time in the blood cloud wasteland. He must catch up with them, and then screw their heads off to make wine glasses.

Wait, what's a wine glass? There was another burst of tearing pain in the depths of Moban's soul.

Don't think about what you don't understand. This is the advantage of Moban. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of splitting the soul cut by memory fragments is too painful and makes him subconsciously afraid.

At this time, Chen Hai had gathered his breath and lurked on a lonely peak only ten miles away from Hulukou in the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them and hid the huge devil body behind the bushes as much as possible.

Chen Hai also deployed a small array prohibition to completely cover up their breath.

Whether it is the heterogeneous blood devil in the valley or the leader of the group of blood devil soldiers lured by them, their strength is a little higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the puppet's extremely powerful sea awareness and the phase of demons and gods condensed by the fundamental secret of Luocha blood refining secret method in the sea awareness.

Chen Hai's divine knowledge extends out. Although there are no sun, moon and stars in the blood cloud wasteland, it is at the peak of heaven, earth and Yuan Sha, and heterogeneous blood demons can't completely cover the aura of the spirit spring.

At this time, bursts of energy fluctuations in the gourd shaped Valley seemed to gently lift the hazy veil, and a wisp of bright and solid energy fluctuations spilled out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared an oasis in the desert.

At this time, Moban also chased outside the valley. The breath of sneakers had been lost between heaven and earth. Suddenly, a new breath full of secret vitality came. He stubbornly stopped his castration, and his feet drew two deep ditches several meters long on the hard land.

Hundreds of Luocha demons who followed him also stopped, staring at the leaders who were deep in thought.

What kind of breath is that? It's so familiar?

Moban abandoned the pursuit of the Raider and went to the valley.

Chen Hai was relieved at this time. He also spent some time to confirm that the heterogeneous Luocha devil could not completely cover the breath of Lingquan at this time. He found such a moderate Luocha ethnic group and lured them to sit and watch them fight.

In the valley, Chiyuan walked around the Lingquan anxiously.

In the sea of knowledge, hundreds of Luocha demons, like a sharp arrow, came straight to their position. The leader's breath was as strong as a flame, and his strength was even equal to him.

At this time, the aura surge of the Lingquan had weakened, but it was useless for him to cover up his breath again.

Maybe it's time to abandon Lingquan and leave this place with dozens of subordinates, but on the side of Lingquan, he can cultivate the true yuan of orifices and veins. After luring other Luocha demon masters with Lingquan as bait, it's convenient for him to swallow the spirit and quickly improve his magic function, so that he can't give up the sweetness he has tasted.

Zeng jingcanghai is hard to be water. If he is allowed to abandon Lingquan and return to the environment that requires fierce fighting to slowly improve, he would rather be destroyed.

While he was anxious, he deeply regretted that he had lured a large number of blood demons before and after, but he was blinded by his strength. In addition to leaving his subordinates who were necessary to serve himself, all the others were destroyed by him to enhance his spiritual power.

If we can gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we don't need to be afraid of the coming poloxa demon soldiers.

But power, damn power -- what is real power?

But why did so many blood demons plunge in just now when they clearly perceived the emergence of several similar animals?

Just relying on his instinct to improve himself, he can't understand the meaning and power of the word conspiracy too much. He doesn't realize that all this is set by the same kind just now.

Because of swallowing too many souls, Chiyuan's six senses become extremely sharp. It seems that they feel the inner anxiety and anxiety of dozens of subordinates. They are no longer low-level demons who only know killing, but also know fear and anxiety.

Hundreds of similar species have entered the valley mouth, getting closer and closer to this side.

The idea of whether to go or stay rotates like a wheel in Chiyuan's mind. The pain of difficult choice almost tears his distinctive soul apart.

Suddenly, he stopped, and a new word jumped out of his mind. A word that had never appeared in Luocha devil's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce the word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to persuade the blood devil leader who broke into the valley to share the spiritual spring with them.

The closer he got to Lingquan, the stronger the breath full of vitality of heaven and earth. The familiar feeling in Moban's memory was going to make him crazy. He accelerated his pace and ran wildly, leaving hundreds of magic soldiers behind.

Not long after, Moban went to the depths of the valley and looked at dozens of demons like iron towers, surrounded by a Chiyuan one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking his way.

The more than 30 people of the same kind would not be taken seriously by Moban, but Chiyuan, who was thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a feeling of danger. Moban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, pulled back hundreds of meters, opened the distance between the two sides, and he had to wait for the magic soldiers behind him to come.

Mo Ban's caution and a trace of fear in the demon pupil shook Chiyuan's decision just now, and his greed to occupy the Lingquan alone was ignited again.

Hesitation has never been the style of Luocha devil. Greed defeated the rational Chiyuan. With a meal on both feet, he waved a pair of dagger like bone spikes and roared to the Moban.