In the ancestral court of the sharks, the Milky Way is roaring.
"If you don't want to live a good life, then go die."
Looking down at the ancestral court of the Sharks, Ao Quan's eyes were full of coldness.
At this moment, under the control of the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea, the Lost Heart River went berserk and evolved into a whirlpool, trying to annihilate everything. The brilliance of the ancestral palace of the sharks was constantly dimming, swallowed up by gray, and the vegetation, earth, rocks, corals, snail houses and other physical objects were all destroyed.
When it transforms into stone, it is like a rock that has experienced vicissitudes of life and falls apart when the wind blows.
"pity!"
Looking at such a scene, the six figures stood side by side and couldn't help but let out a sigh. They were all demon saints from the South China Sea Dragon Palace. This time they invaded the Sea of Bitterness, the South China Sea Dragon Palace not only invited out the great saint Ao Quan but also eight saints.
There are nine transcendent saint-level beings in total. This is already most of the power of the South China Sea Dragon Palace. It is not disrespectful.
After hearing this, the demon saints remained calm, but they did have their own thoughts in their hearts. In this way, the ancestral palace of the sharks would be destroyed, many treasures would be destroyed and turned into ashes, and even the sharks would be buried with them.
Among them, very little can be left behind in the end.
It can be said that the ones who suffered the most in this incident were the demon saints, because these were their trophies, but it was hard for them to say anything, because this was the decision of the great saint Ao Quan. In addition, Ao Quan
The unexpected deaths of Jian and Ao Yan also stimulated them, especially Ao Jian.
Because they seized the opportunity and poured the River of Lost Heart into the ancestral court of the sharks, the South China Sea Dragon Palace had an absolute advantage from the beginning. Most of the strength of the shark clan was wiped out in one battle, even if there were one or two demon saints outside.
It is difficult to shake the overall situation, and it is precisely because of this that Nanhai Dragon Palace has not suffered any major losses since it invaded Kuhai.
But not long ago, Ao Jian and Ao Yan died. In an instant, only seven of the nine saints in the South China Sea Dragon Palace were left. They suffered unprecedented heavy losses. How could this not make them feel shaken.
So after Ao Zhong revealed that someone had broken into the ancestral home of the sharks, they all expressed their support for Ao Quan's decision.
"From today on, the backbone of the Shark race has been completely broken. From now on, we need to implement some protective policies for the Shark people, and we cannot go too far."
Sighing, a tall and burly dragon-man, like an iron tower with only one single eye, turned his attention to Aozhong. The meaning is self-evident.
Hearing these words and feeling the one-eyed dragon man's gaze, Ao Zhong felt a surge of anger in his heart. The shark man brought him back to the shark ancestral court not entirely out of good intentions. In the process
He suffered tremendous torture, and the sequelae still remain, but fortunately, in the end, he came out on top.
"I can still tell the difference between selfish desires and the foundation of Dragon Palace."
Ao Zhong spoke with a deep voice. The number of sharks he had tortured to death in recent days was indeed the largest.
Seeing Aozhong like this, the one-eyed dragon nodded with satisfaction.
At the same time, deep in the ancestral home of the sharks, some strange changes were taking place.
"Having experienced nine hosts and spanned the ages, this wishing heart has only now been truly forged."
Holding the wishing heart in his hand, ignoring the earth-shaking outside world, Mo Yu's old face was full of sighs. He carefully looked at the wishing heart in his hand, his eyes were full of joy, as if he were looking at a treasure, while Lingyou had already fallen into a pool of blood.
, one cannot live without a wish, and she, like the previous hosts of wishing hearts, did not end well. This is almost a curse, and overdrafting hope ultimately brings despair.
"This era belongs to me. I will break the shackles and become the Demon Emperor. When I am here, the Shark Race will be here."
With his magical powers operating, Mo Yu activated the true power of the wishing heart in his hand.
Over the long years, under the consumption of a total of nine hosts, the original power in the wishing heart has been exhausted, but this is not a bad thing, because the power in the wishing heart actually comes from the Hope in the Cape of the Sea.
The star, or the wishing jellyfish, is very magical, but it comes at a huge cost and has many restrictions. If you are not careful, it will harm your family, friends and even your tribe. For this reason, the Sharman tribe has always been very fond of using the wishing heart.
restraint.
The most important thing is that once the original wish is directed towards living beings, especially life and death, the backlash will be extremely serious. Based on Lingyou's previous situation, if she directly made a wish to make a dragon man fall, the backlash would be enough to make
She fell into the sea of misery forever, and even affected the entire Sharman race. The importance of life and death was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
It is precisely because of this that the wishes Lingyou made before were all directed towards dead objects or vague things. As for the living beings involved in the process, they are not that important, even if they are dead, but this is obviously not satisfactory.
Mo Yu's request.
Because the reason why it is difficult for the Sharks to become Demon Emperors is not external, but internal. Original sin flows in their blood, and they have been cursed by this world.
"A messy bloodline is sin, but a bloodline that is pure to the extreme is sacred."
As soon as a thought came to mind, the whole ancestral court of the sharks was reflected, and the clay puppets were reflected in Mo Yu's heart. They were all sharks.
"Today, the Shark clan is about to be destroyed. I want to unite the blood of the clan and return to my ancestors. Please help me!"
With a solemn look on his face, Mo Yu bowed and bowed. This bow was extended to all the Sharman tribe members.
The next moment, blood filled the air, and the endless power of blood came across the void and continued to converge on Mo Yu's body. At the same time, the clay puppet transformed into a shark began to collapse and weather. They were really dead.
Even those fleeing sharks had their bloodline power drained out at this moment.
With the blood of a clan in his body, Mo Yu's true body continued to rise, and his momentum continued to grow, but with it came madness. The blood of a clan was not easy to digest, and the backlash it brought was enough to even make the Demon Emperor fall, let alone
Talk about a great saint.
But even though death was right in front of him, Mo Yu didn't panic at all.
"I am tired of the heritage of the Three Ages. Whether I can break out of the prison depends on today. I also ask the heroic spirits in the clan to help me!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With a ferocious face and bulging veins, but his eyes were still clear, Mo Yu held the wishing heart in both hands, bowed to Jinghu Lake again, this
The one I paid my respects to was the deceased sage of the Sharman clan, and his attitude was extremely pious.
The next moment, the mirror lake was in turmoil, and a dusty mirror came to life. Its mirror surface was as dim as copper, and its body was as textured as stone. There were two similar but different flowers intertwined beside the mirror. The aura was ancient and mysterious. This was the inheritance of the Shark people.
The Emperor's Soldier Ming Xinjing came down.
Buzz, I felt the call, the seal was broken, the mirror of the bright heart shook, the aura belonging to the imperial soldiers began to rise, and at this moment, the color of the world changed.
Seeing such a scene, Mo Yu's eyes were full of expectation, and the outside world also caused huge waves.
"Emperor's Arms? How can the Emperor's Armed Forces of the Shark Clan be revived? The ancestral palace of the Sharks has been sealed off, and those Sharks have turned into clay bodies. How can it be possible to activate the power of the Emperor's Armed Forces!"
The imperial soldiers revived, the terrifying coercion penetrated the Lost Heart River, and the colors of the demons in the South China Sea Dragon Palace changed.
"Could it be that little miscellaneous fish that sneaked in before?"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ao Zhong guessed a certain possibility. As soon as he said this, the faces of the other demon saints became ugly, and at this moment, Ao Quan spoke.
"So what if the Imperial Soldiers are revived? Are the current Sharks really capable of driving the Imperial Soldiers to break the ban? It's just a desperate struggle."
Looking into the depths of the shark's ancestral court, Ao Quan's eyes were dim and there was no fluctuation at all.
Hearing this, looking at Ao Quan who was as motionless as a mountain, the hearts of several demon saints were instantly relieved. The emperor's weapon indeed has the ability to destroy heaven and earth, but after all, it is just a weapon. What can it show?
The choice of color still depends on who is using it, not to mention that the Imperial Army Nanhai Dragon Palace is not without it, and in order to promote this plan, Nanhai Dragon Palace has made sufficient preparations.
"With the current situation, if the Sharman tribe wants to make a comeback, they can only get rid of a demon emperor."
With a sneer, a Nanhai Dragon Palace Demon Saint spoke.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the other demon saints also had a bit of smiles.