"What's going on in the outside world now? All of you are driven back. Is it because my human race is in full swing? Can you be your opponent?"

"There are not many innate kings, most of them are promoted after the day. It seems that many of the guys who walked out of here back then died."

"Hey, don't waste your energy. If I'm so easily broken, it's not your turn to take action. Let's take a break. Wouldn't it be nice to sit down and chat?"

"The one with a horn on the head over there, yes, it's you. Tell me how the situation outside is? In exchange, I can give you a fortune."

...

Cang kept chattering on his own, but the kings were silent. The power of Mo surged and attacked wildly. However, even if the twenty-four kings joined forces and tried their best, it would be difficult to shake Cang's identity.

The more he was nagging, the more fierce the kings attacked, as if they wanted to blow him up.

At some point, a surprised voice suddenly came from the depths of the darkness: "Can you control the power of sacrificing?"

Although Cang's actions were extremely concealed, there were still some traces to follow. Originally, he had concealed them very well, but at this time he accidentally revealed clues.

Cang smiled and said, "You discovered it."

The voice said coldly: "So that's it! No wonder you, an old guy, can last for so many years, and it turns out that you can control the power of devouring."

Cang sighed and said, "There is no way. This ghost place has been turned into a land of absolute spirits by you. If I want to survive, I can only go to your place from time to time to steal a little."

For countless years, it was because he had relied on the power of manipulating the devouring and occasionally devouring some energy from the darkness that he could survive until now, otherwise he would have died for many years.

The voice in the dark sneered, "Be careful, I haven't discovered any flaws for so many years."

"It's always bad to take it without suing it. I'm embarrassed to be discovered by your master."

"You are afraid you have forgotten how Vat died."

"There's no way. If you want to survive, you can only do this."

So how could Cang not know how Shi died? It was because he devoured too much of the power of ink back then that he had the risk of being transformed into ink in the end that he integrated himself into the ban at the last moment.

A powerful existence like them is difficult to completely resist the erosion of ink power.

The voice in the darkness sneered: "Very good, you want it, if you want it, give it to you!"

As he spoke, the calm darkness suddenly rolled up, as if violent energy surged and boiled in it, crazily impacting the inexplicable restriction from the inside.

Cang's face changed and he shouted in a low voice: "Mo, don't do anything wrong, what are you saying?"

The voice in the darkness was silent, and the power rolled even more fiercely.

Cang's body, which was originally thin and only bones, now expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an old man full of flesh and blood.

Before this was over, Cang's body continued to expand and soon bulged, like a blown ball.

"Enough is enough!" Cang shouted, his voice frightened: "Mo, stop. If you continue like this, I will be burst."

How could Mo stop? If he could really make this old guy burst, it would be a good thing for him.

In addition to the restrictions, the twenty-four kings were all overjoyed when they saw this scene and attacked harder.

After a while, Cang's whole body swelled into a ball, and even his facial features could not be seen clearly on his cheeks, as if he might explode at any time.

He shouted with difficulty: "No, I can't hold on!"

As he said this, he raised his palm and went toward the front seal.

Facing the kings who were bombarding him, they felt like a disaster was coming in an instant. A great crisis enveloped them, as if they could die at any time.

In the darkness, Mo's scream came: "Everyone can dodge!"

Where is it still time?

When Cang's palm was printed, the vast void in this inexplicable place shook slightly, and a layer of ripples appeared on the restriction that was covering the darkness.

The five kings who were the first to be blasted into blood mist in an instant, sweeping by violent force, and their corpses were gone.

More kings later suffered heavy injuries and bloodshed.

With one blow, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

Cang's body, which was swollen as a ball, was also deflated at this moment, shrinking rapidly, turning into an old man again, with a comfortable expression on his face, and breathed a long sigh: "It's much more comfortable now."

The still alive kings were all frightened, looking at Cang's expressions full of horror.

They are the king lords and the most powerful existence in the world. Twenty-four teamed up to bomb Cang Kuang for so long, not only did they not hurt him at all, but instead, under his counterattack, five people fell directly, and more than ten people were severely injured, and the rest were not intact.

The power of that blow just now has exceeded their understanding.

Such a powerful force should not appear in this world.

In the darkness sealed by the forbidden seal, the ink-colored ocean no longer rolls.

After a long time, Mo's voice came slowly: "You lied to me!"

Cang's virtue just now, he really thought that this old thing was going to be burst, and spared no effort to provide him with his own strength. Who knew that this guy actually used the power to directly bombard the violent power, causing heavy casualties among the kings.

It can be said that the power of that attack was not his real strength.

The kings did not know, but Mo knew that Cang's palm, with the help of his power and the power of the entire forbidden system, was able to exert such terrifying damage.

With Cang's own strength, he cannot achieve this level.

If he really has this ability, he will not be trapped here and be banned with his body.

"You actually lied to me!" Murphy growled hysterically, like a discarded young wife.

Cang's body shook for a moment, and he had goose bumps on his body: "Speak well, don't be so resentful, it seems like you are like me. Besides, it's not normal to lie to you. You are so stupid, who are you not lying to you?"

"You lied to me back then!" Mo roared, "You deceived me here, set up a ban, and imprisoned me for millions of years. You should all die!"

Cang sighed slightly: "That's nothing. Your power... is too domineering. If you don't imprison you here, these three thousand worlds will probably be gone long ago. Haven't we old guys been with you all the time? Until now, the old man is left alone, and everyone else is dead."

Mo sneered: "You are committing your own sins and cannot survive!"

With such a huge ban, those people would not be able to imprison Mo if they did not personally guard it, so they could only stay here forever.

But Mo Wu’s life is worrying, but they are not good at guarding people. No matter how powerful they are, millions of years will gradually pass without the supplement of energy.

"Forget it, the past is like smoke, I won't mention it." Cang waved his hand, looking indifferent, "I can't hold on for long. After I die, you will naturally be able to escape. At that time, this vast universe will have nothing to do with me."

After a long silence in the darkness, Mo's voice came: "I'll wait for that day."

Cang raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to do it yourself? Just like before, maybe I will do it a few more times, and I will really be overwhelmed!"

"Hmph!" Mo snorted coldly, returning to silence, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Cang looked at the nineteen alive kings again, raised his hand and signaled, "Let's continue?"

The kings had serious eyes, but none of them took action.

Since they knew that this person could swallow the power of ink and turn it into their own use, how could they still attack him? Without seeing that he had just a palm, the five kings died without saying a word.

If they come a few more times, they will probably be wiped out.

The next moment, the kings seemed to have received some order, bowed to the banned darkness, turned around and rushed out, and soon disappeared.

Cang let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although Mo has grown a lot of intelligence compared to back then and is not as easy as he used to deal with, he is still a bit stupid.

If he really got fucked by him a few more times, Cang felt that he might not be able to hold on.

After all, there were only ten people guarding this huge ban back then, but now he is the only one left.

Although he could use the power left by others, he was weak and not much could use it.

Looking at the direction of the kings leaving, he sighed in his heart, "Die, if you don't come back, I really can't hold on."

Can it last until that day?

Over the years, in this place of utterly spirits, there has been no replenishment. My old friends have exhausted their strength one by one and died. Before they die, everyone has integrated themselves into the ban and strengthened the ban's power.

The last one left was vour.

Before integrating himself into the ban, Shi once told him a plan that he would retain a trace of spirituality, travel through the void, and return to the Three Thousand Worlds.

Maybe there is still a chance to live again.

He wants to find a thorough solution to the problem in this life.

I have to say that this is an extremely bold plan, because even Shi himself doesn't know whether it can succeed.

But there is always a hope.

Now more than 100,000 years have passed, and Shi is still missing. Cang doesn't know if his plan will work.

Perhaps, the trace of spirituality that was eaten could not pass through the void and return to the Three Thousand Worlds at all.

After all, the road ahead is extremely dangerous, with thorns everywhere, and a trace of spirituality without any self-protection power. Any danger that you are involved in may be destroyed.

Even if you really return to the Three Thousand Worlds, you still have little hope to live again.

Cang was mentally prepared for this. The reason why he agreed to this plan was because there was no way out. It would be better to have a slight strait of hope than to sit and wait for death.

But after waiting for so many years, the plan of dying is likely to fail, otherwise it would not have disappeared for more than 100,000 years.
Chapter completed!