This power carries the momentum of destruction. Wherever you go, the air is compressed instantly, making a deafening roar, as if it was the death bell of the end of the world. As this powerful force came, Ling Xiao felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if the whole world was frozen by this force.

Under the pressure of this force, his body seemed to be heavily pressed by an invisible mountain, and his lungs seemed to be tightly pinched by an invisible hand. Every breath became extremely difficult, and his heart also beat violently in his chest, as if it would stop at any time.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face were twisted by force, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down from his forehead. He knew very well that he was in a desperate situation of life and death, and had no way out.

His hands moved quickly, holding the bloodthirsty knife tightly with one hand, and the blade was flashing with a dark red light, as if longing for the nourishment of blood, and the light was filled with endless greed and desire; holding the God-killing Sword in the other hand, the sword body exuded a cold and cold light, as if it contained endless sword intent, and the cold light was filled with bone-broken coldness and solemnity.

He moved his own power to the extreme, and the magic image of the demon god slowly emerged behind him. The magic image exuded a mysterious and ancient aura, as if from the ancient demon gods came to the world, carrying endless majesty and power.

At the same time, the power of the ancestor surged in his body, like a rushing river, providing him with a steady stream of power.

He also used the Five Dragon Technique to the limit. Five lifelike dragons flew around him, and the dragon roars resounded through the sky. Each dragon roar seemed to declare his indomitable and struggle to the heaven and earth.

He perfectly integrated these forces into the attack in his hand, and then exerted force with both hands at the same time, combining swords and swords to slash out towards the powerful force.

Although this move was not a terrifying killer move like Burial Soul, it was also amazing when combined with a variety of powerful forces. Two brilliant and sharp lights were like two lightnings that cut through the sky, slashing straight down with endless power and momentum.

Wherever the light went, the space seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "hissing" sound, as if the space was moaning in pain. Then, a loud "boom" sound was like the sky collapsed and the earth was broken. The space in front of Ling Xiao was directly annihilated, forming a huge black hole, and everything around was ruthlessly swallowed by the black hole.

Ling Xiao himself was shocked and retreated repeatedly under the influence of this powerful recoil force. His body drew an arc in the air, like a falling meteor, with endless unwillingness and anger.

This retreat took hundreds of meters away. His feet drew two deep gullies on the ground, and he barely stabilized his body. The dust raised up enveloped his figure, making him look extremely embarrassed.

The magic wisdom naturally stood firmly without retreating, like an unshakable mountain. A smug smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen Ling Xiao's death, and there was endless contempt and arrogance in his smile.

He was about to raise his hand to attack again and completely kill Ling Xiao, but his face suddenly changed. Because another Ling Xiao suddenly appeared beside him. Ling Xiao appeared without any warning, as if he had suddenly emerged from the void, carrying a mysterious and powerful aura.

Seeing this, Mo Zhi was slightly stunned at first, then a sneer appeared on his face and said disdainfully: "I dare to commit rashness in front of me and destroy me!" After the voice fell, an invisible force instantly appeared around him. This power was like an invisible big net, wrapping him tightly, as if it was his invincible shield.

With a casual wave, the invisible power instantly turned into a terrifying torrent of power, sweeping towards the second Lingxiao. Wherever this power passed, the space was distorted again, and everything around it was ruthlessly destroyed by this power, as if everything in the world was as fragile as an ant in front of this power.

However, at this moment, Mo Zhi's face suddenly turned pale as paper. His eyes were wide open, his eyes were filled with shock and fear, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He shouted in horror: "No, this is not an ordinary clone, this is..."

That's right, the other Ling Xiao who suddenly appeared was of course not an ordinary clone, but an ancestor clone born by Ling Xiao using the true body of the Heavenly Soul and the Demon Soul Beast. This ancestor clone has powerful power and unique abilities beyond ordinary people's imagination. With a thought, it releases a huge soul power.

This soul power was like a substantial sharp blade, with an indomitable momentum, stabbed into the depths of Mo Zhi's soul. Mo Zhi only felt that his soul seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and a severe pain came, as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and his face showed a look of pain, and his original pride and arrogance disappeared without a trace.

In an instant, Mo Zhi's face turned dead. His face, which was originally arrogant and complacent because he was sure to win, was twisted almost ferocious by fear, and his facial features were tightly twisted together, as if forced to be squeezed by an invisible force.

His eyes were as big as a copper bell, and his eyes seemed to burst out from his sockets at any time, with despair and panic in his eyes, as if he had seen the arrival of the end of the world.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream burst out from the depths of his throat. The sound was like the cry of a lonely and helpless night owl in the cold night, sharp and desperate, and directly penetrated the noise and chaos of the battlefield: "Save me, save me!"

At this moment, Mo Zhi deeply felt the pain and wailing from the depths of his soul. The severe pain was like countless sharp steel needles, piercing into the depths of his soul without mercy.

He felt that his soul was being tricked by an invisible giant hand from the dark abyss, and was moving inch by inch to the edge of collapse and disintegration, as if it would dissipate like a bubble at any time.

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This fear of destruction made him seem to have fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not find a glimmer of hope.

When the treasure demon and the book demon saw Mo Zhi's miserable situation, they were shocked. They knew in their hearts that Mo Zhi's situation was as dangerous as it was. If they did not provide help in time, Mo Zhi would lose his life.

The two of them looked at each other with understanding, and a resolute ruthlessness flashed in their eyes. They immediately gave up their fight with Ling Xiao without hesitation, turned into two black lightning bolts, and rushed towards the clone of the ancestor who suddenly appeared.

They were surrounded by rich black magic, and the weapons in their hands emitted a cold and cold light. Each cold light seemed to contain endless murderous intent. They obviously planned to do their best to rescue Mo Zhi from this life-long desperate situation.
Chapter completed!