Demon Race Progenitor made himself happy.
Countless years of planning are finally coming true!
Demon Race Progenitor raised his hand and grabbed First Demon God's head, intending to suppress it in one fell swoop, swallow it completely, and then seize Black Giant Sword.
The shadow of death instantly enveloped his whole body.
First Demon God felt despair and endless regret.
However...
These did not break First Demon God's last thoughts, but instead completely ignited all the remaining blood and anger in his heart.
His eyes suddenly turned red, his rickety body suddenly straightened up, and blazing Fighting Spirit burst out from his old eyes.
Even if everything is a calculation.
Even all sacrifices are in vain.
Even if the road ahead is lifeless.
He will never accept his fate.
Never surrender.
Whoosh!
First Demon God suddenly took a few steps back, his rickety body tensed up forcefully, his hands tightly clenched the heavy Pitch-Black Giant Sword, and he stood in front of the horizontal sword, ready for battle.
With that look, even if the oil is gone, even if the lamp is dry, even if he is on the verge of death, even if his fighting power is reduced to ten, he will still be proud and unyielding, fighting to the death.
Demon Race Progenitor frowned slightly, a trace of impatience and surprise flashed in his eyes, and he sneered lightly.
"Huh? Now that things have happened, you have run out of gas and energy, and you have run out of Lifespan, and you still want to fight stubbornly, using your arms as a chariot?"
"Why do you stop me? With your broken body, exhausted Divine Power?"
In his eyes, First Demon God at this moment is already a candle in the wind, a turtle in a urn, which can be easily crushed and killed, and does not have the slightest qualification to resist.
However...
"Even if everything you say is true, even if everything is your calculation, even if Second Demon God is misled by you, even if we are all your pawns, even if all the sacrifices are a farce!"
"But... so what?!"
First Demon God's voice was old and hoarse, but at this moment he was extremely determined.
His eyes were fixed on Demon Race Progenitor, his eyes were burning with anger, Fighting Spirit was overwhelming.
"Since you covet this sword so much, you even plan to take it for yourself at any cost!"
"That means this sword is strong enough! It's strong enough to make you afraid!"
"Since it's strong enough to make you crazy, greedy, and unscrupulous!"
"Then why can't it be my Demon Race's life?!"
"Since you regard me Demon Race as Livestock, regard my brothers as nourishment, and regard all things as ants!"
"Then today! I will use the sword you have dreamed of! Try to see if I can...God Slayer!!"
Try if you can kill you, the eternally hypocritical, selfish and cunning old Monster.
Try to see if you can cut off this eternal slavery and the fate of eternal support.
Try to see if you can, die as a martyr with your broken body, and defy heaven with your lone sword.
With a mortal body, he fights against the supreme God-Demon!
"Bold!!"
Demon Race Progenitor's face suddenly darkened, the amusement faded from his eyes, and a trace of real anger and fear filled his eyes.
"You still want to do something to me?!"
Even so, deep in Demon Race Progenitor's heart, deep fear emerged for the first time.
Even he was afraid of the backlash from this sword and did not dare to touch it.
Now that it is in the hands of First Demon God, who is on the verge of despair and completely crazy, no one knows what kind of terrifying power will explode.
Without any hesitation, First Demon God's eyes were red, Fighting Spirit was boiling, he held Pitch-Black Giant Sword tightly with both hands, and stepped out suddenly!
"Buzz--!!"
Pitch-Black Giant Sword cut through the Blood Sea, enveloping endless Blood Fiend Qi, and thrust out fiercely towards Demon Race Progenitor with the determination to move forward in an indomitable, life-or-death manner.
This sword has no fancy moves, no majestic phenomena, only pure killing and pure God Slayer ambition!
Demon Race Progenitor looked stern, not daring to be careless, and instantly activated High God Origin Law. He raised his hand to condense a layer of thick Blood Color divine power, blocked it with his cross arm, and took the Killing Blow sword forcefully.
But the moment the sword blade touched Shen Gang!
It was extremely harsh, like thousands of evil ghosts from hell roaring at the same time, and billions of innocent souls wailing at the same time. The shrill sound suddenly exploded in Demon Race Progenitor's ears.
The shrill ghost cry, Annihilation Dao sound, the fateful cry, superimposed layer by layer, penetrate Divine Soul.
"Pfft!"
The High God Divine Gang, which was so hard that even the peak Demon God bombarded it with all its strength, could not move at all, was torn apart by the blade in an instant and shattered!
Immediately afterwards, Demon Race Progenitor's entire arm that was blocking trembled violently, the muscles tightened, and an extreme burning pain and tearing feeling that he had never experienced before instantly swept through the arm and penetrated Divine Soul.
It was like a hot soldering iron burning Divine Soul, and the power of Annihilation eroding Origin. The pain was so painful that High God's arm couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
He is High God, and he is High God with an extremely profound background.
Physical body Law, Origin defense, Divine Soul barrier, all are strong.
Ordinary Middle God attacks, even if they use all their strength, can't even hurt him at all, they can't even touch the corners of his clothes.
But this seemingly ordinary Pitch-Black Giant Sword, with just a slight touch or a slight brush, it tore his defense, injured his body, and stung his Divine Soul.
This kind of strange killing and defying ability to break defenses simply overturned his cognition!
The pain was bone-piercing, and fear abounded.
Demon Race Progenitor's face was completely gloomy, he no longer dared to stand up, his figure quickly retreated, and he retreated continuously, instantly opening a safe distance for several Ten Zhang, his eyes were full of solemnity and fear.
He stared hard at the Pitch-Black Giant Sword, and for the first time he truly felt threatened, feeling the terrifying power that could shake his supreme status.
On the high platform, First Demon God, who was originally on the verge of despair, instantly realized Demon Race Progenitor's fear.
I can see clearly... he, he actually hurt Progenitor!
This Progenitor, who overlooks Demon Race, controls Demon Race, and plays with Demon Race, actually...
He even retreats, feels scared, and feels pain!
Will be suppressed by the sword in his hand!
In an instant, the ecstasy and hot Fighting Spirit washed away all the sadness, all the despair, and all the regret in my heart.
First Demon God threw his head back and laughed. The laughter was desolate and tragic, but domineering and resounded throughout the Blood Sea.
"Hahaha!! It turns out that you feel pain too! It turns out that you are afraid too! It turns out that you, the eternal old Monster, have something that you can't stop!"
"You said everything was your plan! You said we were all your pawns! You said our struggles were in vain!"
"But you never expected it! You had all your plans and tried to reap the benefits, but you personally delivered the sword that can kill you into my hands!"
"You think this is your chance of creation, but in my opinion, this is my Demon Race's true vitality!"
"The sword that can kill you, the sword that can subvert your rule, the sword that can break the eternal slavery, is the only way for me, Demon Race, to survive!"
As long as Demon Race Progenitor is killed, what if he imbues Demon Race with Blood Sea Mark?
A brand that no one controls is nothing more than a dead thing!
Kill him and Demon Race will live!
First Demon God's body is old and withered, and his age is dying. His hand that can hold a sword is as steady as Taishan, and his eyes Fighting Spirit are like a prairie fire, and his sharp edge is revealed.
"Old Monster!"
"Suffer death!!"
First Demon God's eyes were as sharp as a sword, Lock-On Demon Race Progenitor with a gloomy expression in front of him, flipped his wrist, Pitch-Black Giant Sword's cold light surged, covering the entire Blood Sea, Scarlet Baleful Aura stabbed out with a crash!
Quick!
Extremely fast.
The sword edge broke through the air, the void tore apart, and the pitch-black Sword Light penetrated layers of Blood Mist, approaching Demon Race Progenitor in an instant.
On the opposite side, Demon Race Progenitor retreated continuously. His face, which had always been calm and calm, was full of solemnity and gloom.
He subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the arm that had just been swept by the sword. The strange pain that penetrated his body and eroded Divine Soul was still very clear and lingering.
It was this unknown restraint that made him fearful, and he did not dare to play as casually as before. Instead, he kept retreating when the First Demon God sword in front of him moved.
And Progenitor's concession and fear fell into the eyes of First Demon God, which was a shot in the arm!
Second Demon God's calculation is actually correct!
Demon Race's vitality indeed lies in this sword!
Just kill Demon Race Progenitor, just kill Demon Race Progenitor...
The sword move in First Demon God's hand was even more fierce, piercing directly between Demon Race Progenitor's eyebrows.
At this moment the outcome is about to be decided!
"Buzz--!!"
A circle of crystal-white, flawless, warm and sacred light suddenly exploded out of thin air in front of Demon Race Progenitor.
Twelve snow-white, Flowing Light and Splendor, and endlessly dense balls of creation Dao Rhyme are suspended in the void, connected end to end, forming a circular array, and steadily covering Progenitor's body.
Twelve Creation Pearls!
Demon Race Progenitor stole from the Blood Sea, and also created Demon Race Progenitor, and even Twelve Creation Pearls, who created the entire Demon Race, appeared!
At this moment, the supreme creation Dao Rhyme poured out from all directions, and the sacred and vast coercion instantly suppressed the entire Blood Sea. All the Blood Fiend Qi that were originally raging with Frenzy were stagnant and surrendered.
At the same time, an unsolvable, overbearing, and overriding force of imprisonment suddenly descended, locking the entire void.
"Poof!"
Pitch-Black Giant Sword, who was stabbing forward at a very fast speed and with great momentum, instantly froze in mid-air, motionless.
First Demon God's whole body was stiff, his limbs were disabled, and his whole body seemed to be sealed in the cracks of Spacetime.
Not to mention swinging a sword to kill enemies or walking forward, not even a finger or a wisp of Divine Sense can be mobilized.
He watched helplessly as Killing Blow's sword stopped just inches away from Progenitor.
But it is so far away that it is difficult to make any progress.
The hope of starting a prairie fire that had just been ignited in my heart was instantly extinguished by a basin of ice water, and the cold despair swept through my body again.
"Move! Move for me!!"
First Demon God roared crazily in his heart, desperately urged the remaining Divine Power, and struggled to mobilize his physical body, but everything was in vain.
The confinement field formed by Twelve Creation Pearls is simply a supreme cage, locking Spacetime, sealing Law, and imprisoning Divine Soul.
His remaining combat power is ridiculously insignificant in front of the absolute Creation Authority.
Looking at the sacred and flawless Twelve Creation Pearls floating silently in mid-air, endless gloom and confusion filled First Demon God's old eyes.
It turns out...Demon Race Progenitor actually has such a trump card.
It turned out that he had been holding back, not because he was afraid of the giant sword, but because he had no intention of seriously taking action.
"Haha... After struggling for so long, you finally know how weak you are?"
Demon Race Progenitor chuckled, his posture was high, as if he was overlooking ants.
He walked forward slowly, with a calm demeanor, and the fortune Dao Rhyme was flowing around him, just like a Heavens saint.
"Boss, do you really think that with a giant sword, a passion for blood, and a broken body, you can make a comeback and kill me?"
"Are you drifting too much? How dare Middle God, who has exhausted all his skills, dare to wield swords and guns in front of me?"
"I just wanted you to hurt me, let you take action at will, and let you show off your abilities to your heart's content. I just wanted to test the true power of this Creation Greatsword."
"Give you a little sunshine, do you really think you can shine on the earth? Give you a little chance, do you really think you have changed your destiny against the will of heaven?"
"In the final analysis, you are still the ant that can't escape from my grasp and is allowed to be controlled and harvested by me."
Fatal Blow!
First Demon God's newly ignited fire of hope was completely crushed into nothing by Progenitor's few light words.
At this moment, First Demon God only felt that his mind was shaken, Qi and Blood was going backwards, his eyes were full of Scarlet, and the feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him again.
"See clearly? This is the true power of Twelve Creation Pearls."
Demon Race Progenitor raised his hand and caressed the snow-white bead ring flowing in front of him, his tone full of pride and satisfaction.
"Creation Pearl is in charge of Heavens's creation. With this treasure in hand, let alone a broken Middle God like you who is running out of gas and running out of energy. Even if Divine Realm's top God King is here again, you can't even think of breaking through my creation's defense and hurting my Origin at all!"
"What you called God Slayer's sword just now was just a joke that I deliberately condoned."
"If I had released Creation Pearl earlier, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to draw the sword or the chance to take action!"
Demon Race Progenitor is sure of winning, so attack like crazy.
First Demon God, on the other hand, felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with bone-deep despair permeating his limbs.
Yes, how could High God's background be penetrated so easily?
The chess game is still the same, and I am still the chess piece that can be manipulated by others, and I have never jumped out of half a point!
Demon Race Progenitor smiled coldly. Seeing that First Demon God had been almost beaten, he simply stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand and stretched out his slender white palm, and grabbed First Demon God's wrist that was holding the sword hilt tightly.
His purpose is very clear... to take away Creation Greatsword and complete his own destiny.
Take that final step completely.
As long as the sword and beads are united, he can make up for the last shortcomings of Dao Foundation, break free from the shackles of the Blood Sea, and truly control the supreme Creation Authority from now on!
First Demon God's pupils shrank suddenly, his mind was in confusion, he struggled desperately and resisted, but his whole body was still imprisoned by Creation Power, unable to move.
He watched helplessly as the hand that represented death and the end kept approaching, and unprecedented panic surged in his heart.
It's over!
Once the great sword is taken away, all sacrifices will be in vain, and all resistance will be reduced to empty talk. Demon Race will completely become the captive blood food of Progenitor, and will never be able to stand up again.
My own Burning Lifespan, Thirteenth Brother's deeds of poisoning, the third brother's martyrdom of burning a lamp, the fifth brother's death in a bloody battle, and the second brother's eternal plan will all become stepping stones for Progenitor to reach the top!
Never!
We must not let him succeed!
Blood and tears rolled in First Demon God's eyes. He used up his last Divine Soul strength to tighten his grip on the hilt of the sword. His knuckles turned white and veins popped out. Even if his body was shattered, Soul Annihilation he would never let go.
It seemed that First Demon God's faith was felt, just when Progenitor's palm was about to touch the hilt of the sword!
"Buzz--!!"
Black Giant Sword, which was tightly held in First Demon God's hand, suddenly started to tremble violently, the sword body buzzed, and the blood marks on the sword body Scarlet flashed crazily.
An extreme power of resistance, rejection, and disgust suddenly broke out.