My Master is a God - Chapter 2154

[Chapter 2154: Sea of Blood]

Down The blood mist that covered the sky and sun turned into a river and came towards Yang Yiyu. At this moment, Yang was really a little scared.

Because it was useless to face Mo Ao with his powerful strength. He was just a ball of blood mist. No matter how powerful the attack was, it would only hit the blood mist. It could not pose any threat to him at all. This made Yang Yiyu very depressed.

How could the battle continue like this?

On the other hand, Mo Ao’s blood mist magic energy could cause harm to him. If it was just magic energy, Yang Yiyun would not be afraid at all, because Qiankun Creation Skill could refine magic energy, but Mo Ao’s blood mist was strangely a kind of evil and vicious magic skill, which was different from magic energy. If it stuck to Yang Yiyun, he was really not sure whether he could refine it. He could not afford this risk.

Facing this long river of blood mist from Mo Ao, Yang Yiyun knew that he was not in good shape. Even if he flew away with a sword, it would only be like hitting water with a big stick, and the effect was not great.

Was he really going to run away like Zamao Niao said?

If it really doesn’t work, then we can only run away, but Yang always feels that running away is very aggrieved.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind. No matter what, he wanted to fight desperately. He didn’t believe that Mo Ao, a demon at the level of Immortal King Great Perfection, had three heads and six arms and no weaknesses?

After all, he was not an Immortal Emperor, so he had the strength to fight.

“Red Clothes~”

He gave an order to Red Clothes, and the next moment Red Clothes rushed directly to Mo Ao. Although Red Clothes might not be able to cause damage to the demonic energy, it could still affect Mo Ao.

On the contrary, Red Clothes was a sub-saint body, and Mo Ao’s blood-transforming magic skills might not be able to hurt Red Clothes, and Mo Ao didn’t dare to fight Red Clothes head-on.

Thinking of this, Yang Yiyun’s inner fighting spirit was ignited.

“Dharma-phase~”

As he opened his mouth and spoke, his whole body was shaking, and the next moment Yang Yiyun turned into a Dharma-phase body that was a hundred meters tall.

With another thought in his mind, the Donghuang Bell appeared again, and the golden runes formed a defense. No matter what, the Donghuang Bell was pure yang power, which was very good at restraining the blood mist of Moao.

Then Yang Yiyun spoke again:

“The Gate of Youdu – appeared.”

There was no light behind him, forming two kinds of gray and black airflows, and a huge portal appeared in rotation. He still didn’t know what the Gate of Youdu was, but he remembered that the Gate of Youdu could swallow everything in the extreme yin.

“Law aura~”

Yang Yiyun roared as his huge golden body of Dharma was in operation. His millstone-sized fist was raised, and the energy between heaven and earth gathered. Invisibly, the great power of heaven and earth was blessed on him.

“Disperse~”

“Boom boom…”

The huge fist smashed into the blood mist river of Moao. The momentum formed in all directions of heaven and earth within a radius of one kilometer. The power of the law aura gathered on his fist and smashed down suddenly. The

deafening roar resounded in the space of the cave.

When Yang Yiyu’s fist hit the blood mist river of Moao, this huge river of 100 meters also became turbulent.

The original momentum of the galloping began to collapse when facing Yang Yiyu’s huge fists of Dharma…

This scene made Yang Yiyu happy.

It turned out that he underestimated his own strength. He remembered what Liu Er Mihou said to him. When facing the enemy, you have the will to fight in your heart, then the will to fight will be your momentum, and it will become part of your fighting strength. The higher the fighting consciousness, the stronger the power.

Now it seems that this is right.

At this moment, he used all his strength, and when he punched over with both fists, Moao, a blood mist river that poured into the sky, was still collapsing.

On the other side, the attack or disturbance of the red-clothed enemy also arrived. Facing Moao hidden in the blood mist of the fist, the red-clothed rushed straight in.

“Boom~”

After the dullness, the demonic energy dissipated, and the figure in red appeared in the original place, but Moao was gone. It was indeed as the magic bird said. Facing Moao who was transformed into the blood mist demonic energy, the powerful force might not be able to play a role.

Obviously, the red-clothed man’s attack seemed to hit a ball of air.

Although Moao was not injured, the impact was definitely there, because Yang Yiyun felt that the blood mist river had some turbulence.

At the first time, Yang Yiyun roared again: “Cut~”

The Dragon Slaying Sword and the Panlong Sword suddenly chopped down on the blood mist river. Yang Yiyun moved his fists and moved forward. There was a rumbling roar, and the hundred-meter-long blood mist river was completely destroyed by him.

Under the powerful momentum of heaven and earth, these blood mists did not touch him, and even if they touched him, he had the Donghuang Bell and the Golden Body of the Gate of the Nether City to protect him, but he was not afraid.

In a blink of an eye, Moao’s figure was nowhere to be seen. The blood mist transformed by this demon head was nowhere to be found, which made Yang Yiyun frown.

If he continues like this, he will be led by Mo’ao by the nose, and he will be very passive.

However, he cannot sense the breath, nor can he catch Mo’ao’s body. This is not a solution.

The next moment, Yang Yiyu activated his spiritual sense, and the soul in the sea of consciousness opened his eyes. The spiritual sense turned into a straight line and looked over, but he still did not see Mo’ao’s trace.

However, just as he was looking for it, the red demonic energy reflected on an iceberg in the sky appeared. Yang Yiyu immediately used his spiritual sense to go there, and immediately entered a group of demonic energy.

The next second, Yang Yiyu was overjoyed. After his spiritual sense condensed into a straight line, his soul saw Mo’ao in a blood mist.

“Let’s see how you can hide now?”

Yang Yiyu cursed in his heart.

His spiritual sense is not an ordinary immortal sense, it is much higher than immortal sense. As long as his spiritual sense condenses into lines and stares at him, it is equivalent to locating him and leaving a location on him.

So even if Mo Ao jumps again and again, he can’t escape the tracking of the spiritual sense…

After the spiritual sense positioning is successful, there is a surprise that Mo Ao doesn’t seem to find anything unusual and has been stared at by his spiritual sense.

Of course, Yang Yiyun knows that it is one thing to lock Mo Ao with spiritual sense, and it is another thing to win.

At this time, it is found that Mo Ao’s whereabouts have become strange. It is like teleporting, and a ball of blood mist is floating. If it weren’t for his powerful spiritual sense, ordinary immortal senses would not be able to see him at all.

Just as the magic bird calculated, Mo Ao’s blood-transforming magic skill has been cultivated to a small extent. He can turn his body into a ball of blood mist, or even a stream of air. Who can see a stream of air?

When it flows, there is no trace at all.

Only Mo Ao’s floating voice was heard, “Ha ha ha…boy, you are really interesting. You can actually dissolve my blood river. Your magical powers also show the power of the yang and the strength. You are also a person who has transformed the aura of the law. I am really happy!

However…it is far from enough if you want to fight with me. I have to say that the power of the yang and the strength will indeed have an impact on my magic power. But, hehe, your cultivation is too weak. If you become an Immortal King, perhaps you can have some ability to affect me, but now your ability is not enough. Use whatever means you have.

Haha, I will be serious next time. Be careful. I don’t want to kill you at once. It will be so boring to die~” He

still had an incomparable mocking laugh, which made Yang Yiyu hate him so much.

Then, Mo Ao roared: “Blood turns into sea, blood sea domain – appear~”

The next second, Yang Yiyu felt the sky and earth darken, air currents rolled in all directions, and countless crimson demonic energy appeared out of thin air.

What made Yang Yiyu’s face change drastically was that Mo Ao, whom he was staring at in his consciousness, disappeared. He thought he had locked onto him, but at this moment, the blood mist demonic energy was transformed into countless, and he actually lost his target.

Moreover, the surrounding world also underwent earth-shaking changes. In the blink of an eye, he was in a sea of blood…

It was no longer a world of frozen crystals. The sky was extremely dark, and there was a sea of blood under his feet. He was floating on the endless sea of blood.

Is this a magical environment?

Yang Yiyu’s heart sank.

At this time, Mo Ao’s voice sounded again: “Haha, kid, you should feel honored to be able to let me cast the blood sea. A little immortal king let me cast the blood sea, and you can be proud of it. Of course, although you are a titled immortal king, in my eyes, you are no different from ordinary immortal kings. It’s just a title, that’s all, hahaha… Now… I can let you know how powerful I am.” After

Mo Ao finished speaking, Yang Yiyu heard a gloomy voice: “Blood sea is boiling~”

The next moment, the surging blood sea was boiling.

(End of this chapter)