MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 563 devour

  Chapter 563 Devour

  The huge green bull shook the sky and the earth, and produced an unstoppable impact force with its four hooves.

  Even though it was a city of white bones, it still looked extremely fragile in front of the Great Sage of Peace.

  The foreign races in the castle of death are still pouring out continuously, as if there is an endless stream.

  In this huge pass, there are more than a million aliens stationed there?

   And all of them are martial kings or above, even if there are more than ten martial saints, it is difficult to kill them all.

  The most important thing is that behind this great pass, it is not known how many other races can supplement it.

  Thousands of years ago, Jietian Peak had a large-scale encirclement and suppression plan against alien races, massacring three million alien races in the entire Fort of Death.

   He also suffered heavy losses, and several martial saints fell.

   But within two days, the Castle of Ten Thousand Deaths in Jietian Peak was full of aliens again, and the number was only a lot more than before.

   also launched a counterattack against Tianfeng.

  Jietian Peak's defense was even weaker due to the fall of several saints, and it was extremely difficult to resist.

  If it weren't for the starry night rush of other major holy places to help, Jietian Peak might have fallen that year.

   Therefore, before the major holy places are absolutely sure, they will never launch a devastating attack on the castle of death.

   Even if they have enough power, they dare not.

  Because no one has crossed the Castle of Ten Thousand Deaths and seen what it is like in the depths of the world of alien races.

   Just when the sharp horns of the Great Sage Pingtian were about to hit the bone wall, a little green light suddenly appeared on the wall.

  Some mournful howls emanated densely from the green light, making people's hair stand on end.

  Those green lights glued together one after another, forming a huge grimace, which actually blocked the charge of the Great Sage of Peace.

   It's not that the Great Sage Ping Tian has no ability to break through this grimace, but that this grimace is composed of countless green light spots.

  And the green light spots are the innocent souls who died at the hands of alien races.

  No matter how much the Great Sage Ping Tian hated him, he couldn't bear to take action against these compatriots who had suffered so much and could not be reborn after death.

  Mo Fan gradually approached, and saw distorted human faces flashing above the green dot, and there were also many monsters such as wolves, tigers and leopards in pain.

  These are the horrors before their death.

"It would be great if there were martial saints from the Buddhist sect here! If these unjust souls can be saved, the defense of this castle of eternal death will be greatly weakened." A green grimace made up of wronged souls.

  The foreign race has no humanity and is extremely sinister. After learning that the Tianhan Continent respects the sages who died heroically, they prepared this move.

   So much so that every time the Tianhan mainland side counterattacks, it will bear great moral pressure.

   "Is there any wind!" The Great Sage Ping Tian shouted!

   Only a great sage whose prototype is a giant bear came out of the crowd.

  His name is the Great Sage of Moving Mountains, and his strength is infinite. When a person stood up, he was tens of feet tall, even stronger than the Great Sage of Pingtian.

  The great sage who moved the mountain beat his chest hard, and took a deep breath with his back to the sky.

  One breath is like a dragon absorbing water, sucking the air in a radius of several miles into a vacuum.

  Countless amounts of air poured into the chest of the Great Sage Moving Mountain, making the already huge upper body even more inflated!

  Then the great sage who moved the mountain let out a roar that shook the sky, shaking the grimaces that were glued together to loosen.

  Then, the air in his chest was blown out violently, like a strong wind, blowing the entire grimace away for tens of miles, and a large number of green light spots were blown away, flying all over the sky.

  Seeing this, the Great Sage Ping Tian also charged again. His huge horns pierced into the thick bone wall, and violently lifted a section of the thousand-meter-long city wall.

   There are no houses, let alone streets, in the Fort of Doom, there are only densely packed potholes, dark and bottomless.

   These are the places where the alien races live. There are countless ghosts of alien races emerging from the ground, rushing out with incomprehensible ghost howls!

   Their language is so strange that almost no one can understand it.

  It seems that the communication between them is through the touch of spiritual force, rather than substantive sound.

  In the deepest part of the castle of death, there is a deep pit with a radius of more than a thousand meters. There are no ghosts gushing out of that deep pit, and it looks extremely quiet.

  Mo Fan followed closely behind the Great Sage Pingtian, and charged into the Castle of Ten Thousand Deaths.

  They have been surrounded by tens of thousands of ghosts, and the dense crowd around them is the howling of ghosts.

  Mo Fan swung his big stick and swept away thousands of troops, breaking up hundreds of wandering souls.

  But these wandering souls were glued together again in the next moment.

  The number has decreased slightly, but it has become stronger!

  Although Mo Fan only used the Golden Cudgel to sweep away, its power was not something that a Martial King could bear. Even aliens with strong physical immunity could not bear it.

  However, the dispersed energy of the wandering soul never passed away, but merged and devoured each other to become a more powerful existence.

"This will only make them stronger and stronger! Their energy source must be destroyed, otherwise they will take this opportunity to devour and regenerate a more powerful existence. If the number is enough, it will be enough to evolve into a martial saint-level existence!" Pingtian Dasheng An urgent reminder from the side.

   Then he shook his huge body, and countless hairs shot out from his body, piercing into the bodies of every wandering soul with precision.

  Under his control, every hair exploded, and those wandering souls disappeared without a trace even before they could utter any howls during the explosion.

  Mo Fan understood that the power of each explosion could easily level a hill.

  And such an extreme internal explosion can completely destroy these evil things.

"Also, remember, the space of alien races has no aura, so we don't have to replenish and restore. We can't stay here for a long time. If the infuriating energy consumed by the war is exhausted, we will be here forever." Ping Tianda Sheng reminded again, and rushed towards the biggest pothole in the depths.

  Mo Fan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, the alien space has no aura and cannot be recovered?

   But what he practiced was a creation-level technique, and recovery can not only rely on aura, but all the origins of the world can be used for his own use.

   There is a special energy in this world, which is extremely murderous and contains a trace of blood.

  Pingtian Dasheng and the others cannot absorb this energy, but Mo Fan has no such worries.

  Under the operation of the creation-level exercises, this extremely sinister energy will also be transformed into the purest energy for him to absorb.

   It can be said that among the more than ten great saints present, Mo Fan's continuous combat power is the strongest.

  However, Mo Fan also has doubts in his heart. In this way, the foreign race does not rely on spiritual energy to recover, so what do they rely on?

   Or in other words, after they invaded the Tianhan Continent, how should they continue to maintain their combat effectiveness?

   As if seeing Mo Fan's doubts, the Great Sage Pingtian said coldly: "Swallowing, alien races can't digest spiritual energy, but they can swallow everything and turn it into the purest energy for themselves."

   "Especially the warrior monsters of our Tianhan Continent, they are the most delicious blood food!"

   Just as he was speaking, the most cumbersome mountain mover let out a painful roar.

  A group of Martial Emperor-level wandering souls clung to him by surprise, and black mist wrapped his thick arms like mountains.

  His body, whose defense was so strong that even the Great Sage Ping Tian would have to work hard to break it, actually melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  But the group of wandering souls grew wildly with their breath.

  (end of this chapter)