The star of death condensed, like a dark cloud, and was directly hit by the Demon Ancestor.

At the same time, the eighth heavenly tribulation began, and endless blood-colored power surged out of the catastrophe cloud, instantly covering the entire battlefield. Although there was no sense of any attack power, the strange aura was even more terrifying.

When the Death Star was finally over, the world became quiet, as if time had stopped. The power of emptiness and vastness actually made everyone see the master of the world at this moment.

"call!"

A sound of howling wind appeared, and blood suddenly soared into the sky, as if a waterfall flowed backwards, pouring into the disaster clouds.

This sudden change shocked everyone. I had never seen such a heavenly tribulation, but I heard Zhaoming moan in pain in an instant.

The whole body was tense like a stone, and the blood vessels on the arms seemed to emerge like vines, wrapped around every part of the body, and it felt like it was resisting a powerful existence, or it seemed that a powerful existence was about to rush out of his body.

"call!"

The painful feeling made him unable to help but take a breath. The cloud of death came like a shadow, as if the air was sucked into Zhaoming's mouth.

At this moment, it seemed as if the boiling oil was ignited by an open flame, and crackling sounds followed one after another. When Zhaoming was goodbye, countless wounds appeared on his body. Although they were only the size of a needle tip, they were rapidly expanded in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, infinite blood and energy spurted out from the needle tips, and with the strange blood-colored power, it poured into the catastrophe clouds in the sky.

And all this is just an opening. Under the dual action of the power of blood and the star of death, the gushing blood and energy was like the river of Jueli, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

In a trance, a blood-sucking man seemed to appear in the sky, crazily absorbing Zhaoming's blood and energy.

Or rather, it is not just blood and energy, but in the moment, you can feel a force full of life breath. It is Zhaoming's vitality, which is the blood-burning heavenly tribulation, which directly extracts the blood and vitality of the person who responds to the disaster.

The demons couldn't understand it. Only the Demon Ancestor understood it and said loudly: "To become a powerful man who is against the sky. He may be talented or lucky, but he will never be able to succeed with powerful power. No matter which one is the basic thing, it is a powerful vitality."

"No one can be born invincible. If you can't resist various crises. If your vitality is not strong enough, no matter how talented you are and how powerful your potential is, it will be just a topic of conversation among others."

"People who cannot survive are not qualified to say how strong they are."

It was said to be ridiculous, but it seemed to be a more instructive point. Zhao Ming understood the secret of this heavenly tribulation, but it was helpless. At this moment, he could only resist desperately and could not do anything at all.

The Blizzard Calamity alone can already erase him. Coupled with the methods of the Demon Ancestor and the erosion of the Death Star, he is worried about external troubles and internal troubles at this moment. I am afraid that he will be completely collapsed if he can't stand it for a moment.

"You are killing him!" Marshal Baihu at the double-eared pot said with a sad face.

Luohu beside him sneered: "Kill? The so-called test, the so-called crisis, is there another time when not killing him? Don't expect that the opponent will give you a chance every time, and don't expect that every danger can be within your own tolerance."

"He should be glad that I did not use the power to directly erase him. Those trials that do not constitute death are just ridiculous ways for the weak to improve. To achieve the strong, you should bathe in death."

"The real killing situation is not a life of nine deaths. It is a life of ten deaths. If you want to survive in the killing situation, there is only one path, which is to improve yourself, sublimate yourself, and steal a way out of ten deaths."

"You should have understood these things better than me in the past. Did you forget it after being a hero once? Or did you feel confused because of concern?"

The smile on the corner of the mouth made Marshal Baihu froze, but he couldn't say anything. The corners of his mouth squirmed for a moment, and after a long time, he spoke in confusion: "There is no instability in the Demon Realm, but you used the fate of suppressing luck to obtain the twelfth grade black lotus. Now you are anxious to clear the cause and effect, why do I feel like you are explaining your funeral!"

Luohu smiled faintly: "No one can be born invincible, and no one can guarantee that he can be immortal. Wuji, Chen Pan and my master can all die. What is the Demon Ancestor whom they created by quick-acting methods? It is always good to prepare early."

"Be prepared early?" Marshal Baihu frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Let the twelfth-grade black lotus suppress the luck, and then hand over the entire demon world to Wanjiang for management?"

Luohu shook his head: "The twelve-grade black lotus can suppress luck, but Wan Jiang cannot be the real king of the demon world. He is a casual person and is suitable for being a wandering cultivator. Now he is forced to be the king of the demon world."

"I also intentionally reduced his influence on the demon world, because my master said that there will be later generations who can inherit all this."

"Your master!" Marshal Baihu's voice suddenly became a few more tones: "What are you planning again?"

Luohu seemed to feel the words wrong, smiled, and stopped continuing the matter, but looked forward and said, "This fruit is really time to come!"

Marshal Baihu looked in the voice and saw that Zhaoming was already sucked like a person's fucking, and his strong body was gone, like a piece of thin paper, dancing and flying in the void, struggling hard.

I no longer saw blood flying out because the blood in his body had been sucked clean. In this state, I should have died, but a fruit appeared in his chest, shining with golden light, and a continuous stream of life power surged out of the fruit, pouring into Zhaoming's limbs and bones to maintain vitality.

It is the immortal fruit. It has cured Zhaoming's injured soul in the past, but it has not been completely absorbed and has been hidden in the body. At this moment, under the touch of the power of the Star of Death, it is actually Zhaoming's own livelihood.

This is a divine fruit that is enough to maintain the huge vitality of the entire Zuzhou. Even if Zhaoming was extracted, he could survive without death.

The heavenly tribulation aims to kill the responder. The power is terrible, but the time is limited. With the help of the Immortal Fruit, Zhaoming survived the bloody heavenly tribulation.

When the blood and energy dissipated, the vast vitality fell from the sky and fell into Zhaoming's body, which was exactly the ones that had been absorbed before.

The moment he was in anger, Zhaoming, who was dying, recovered completely. Before his breath became even better, his already powerful vitality and the life energy of the immortal fruit made his energy reach an indescribable peak state.

All his mind was recovering from the turmoil, and his spirits were refreshed, which made him unable to help but let out a long whistle.

At this time, in the sky, the catastrophe clouds roared and faintly faded, as if they were about to dissipate.

For a moment, everyone was shocked and confused. It was obviously the eighth heavenly disaster.

The white-haired Demon Ancestor opposite Zhaoming laughed: "You are indeed good, but you have led to the strongest heavenly tribulation in the demon world."

"The strongest heavenly tribulation?" Marshal Baihu looked at Luohu in confusion.

Luohu smiled faintly: "The strongest heavenly tribulation in the prehistoric world is Hongjun's move. I am the Demon Ancestor of the Demon Realm, and the strongest heavenly tribulation in the Demon Realm is naturally my move."

As soon as he finished speaking, the catastrophe clouds dissipated, but a huge figure appeared in the void, looming and gradually becoming clear. When he looked closely, he was the white-haired Luohu.

But the eyes were empty and there was no emotion at all.

"I am the Demon Ancestor, and my energy is connected to the entire demon world. The so-called strongest heavenly tribulation is to attract my energy and transform this Demon Ancestor Void image to use a thunder attack. If I resist the past, it will end here. If I cannot resist the past, the future will be wonderful."

Luohu explained, and the smile on the corner of his mouth shocked Marshal Baihu. At this moment, he believed with great certainty that even if it was Master Luohu's order, the white-haired demon ancestor also hoped that the heavenly tribulation could kill Zhaoming and make everything even more chaotic.

"Haha!" At this time, the white-haired Demon Ancestor who was fighting against Zhaoming also roared loudly: "The Nine Heavens of Demonic Luo are originally the star of the inner demon, but you are different from others. You are not just passing through the illusion of karma fire, or even without the inner demon. The strongest move is the most useless move for you."

"But this doesn't matter. My Nine Heavens of Demonic Luo corresponds to these Nine Heavens. Since you have led to the strongest heavenly tribulation in the Demon Realm, I will transform into your inner demon and let your body and soul experience the Nine Heavens tribulation at the same time."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body flashed, and he had already rushed into the heavenly tribulation, floating in the air, echoing the huge demon phantom behind him.

"The true body of Morala!"

With a light shout, the white-haired Demon Ancestor triggered the aura of the Nine Heavens of Demon Luo, and was connected to him. Then, through the body of the white-haired Demon Ancestor, they formed an air with the phantom behind them.

The white-haired Demon Ancestor floated his hands, making a virtual grip, and took all the power of the Nine Heavens of Demonic Luo into his hands.

This action led the shadow of the Demon Ancestor behind it, and also made a virtual grip. For a moment, the wind was howling, the heaven and earth roared, and the infinite demonic energy came like the collapse of the four seas and bursting into the dam.

In a trance, it seemed that the aura and power of the entire demon world were pulled by the shadow of the Demon Ancestor, turning into a huge energy ball of light that covered the sun and shrouded the world.

A terrifying pressure fell from the sky. At this moment, everyone seemed to have seen the great killing god above the nine heavens in the past. Without real action, the aura alone could make the heroes lie dormant.

Challenging the Demon Ancestor in the Demon Realm is like resisting the power of the Dao Ancestor in the prehistoric world, and he will be punished by heaven.

Zhaoming gasped, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he held his breath and concentrated, clenched his fists, urging his magical powers. His body flashed, and with a flame, he rushed towards the sky with huge pressure. He actually wanted to take the initiative and not give in.

"So brave, see if you can survive!"

The white-haired demon ancestor laughed loudly, and a beam of light fell overwhelmed by the sky and instantly submerged Zhaoming.
Chapter completed!