The hell race is irritable and easily angered.
Mo Luo was stimulated by the verbal provocation and had just had a big fight with Mingzui, so how could he hold back at this moment?
The demonic energy in his body boiled and transformed into nine demonic black dragons.
Each one is a hundred thousand feet long.
Flying and roaring, the aura of each demonic black dragon is like that of a world-destroying beast.
Nine black dragons intertwined and rushed towards the tiny Zong Shen.
The underworld crime is more restrained.
Take the opportunity to move aside.
He wished that Moro would fight to the death with this mysterious human race, and then he could reap the benefits.
Regardless of whether this human race appears or not, this demon has already launched a full-scale war between the two prisons.
A deep blood feud has already been formed, and it is impossible for him to hand over the Seal of Ascension.
There is no worse outcome.
These nine black dragons are nine magic dragons condensed by the supreme magic power of Mara using the Purgatory Magic.
Each one has the strength of the first level of the Divine Realm.
This move alone is enough to show the profound foundation of the Mo family.
Ordinary martial arts cannot possess such power.
Speaking of Mo Luo, he is actually one of the direct descendants of the Mo family. Although he is not a core member of the family, his father and grandfather both have a high status in the Mo family.
That's why he was appointed to be in charge of the Demon Soul Prison, a small hell plane with an area comparable to that of the Middle Thousand Worlds.
Unlike Mingyu, the first person Zong Shen came into contact with, he was just a collateral branch of the Ming family, and his talent was average.
Even in the Blood-Slaying Prison, a small hell in the Small Thousand Worlds, one needs to lie dormant for millions of years before waiting for an opportunity to seize the position of prison master.
But Zong Shen doesn't care about these.
This vast dimension of hell is independent of the continent of all gods.
Like the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods, it is a large foundation plane with countless small thousand worlds and middle thousand worlds.
The laws of nature are not interconnected, and there is no cause and effect relationship.
In addition, the seal of the Dragonless God King is still solid.
Except for a very few space cracks, there is no possibility of passage at all.
Therefore, Zong Shen acted in hell with complete confidence.
Even if it pokes a hole in the heaven of hell, it doesn't matter.
The nine black dragons are extremely fast.
It happened almost instantly.
They swirled and entangled with each other, transforming into a nine-dragon pillar that crushed Zong Shen.
Zong Shen shook his body, but found that there was a lot of resistance around him.
This magic skill is indeed quite famous.
His expression became a little more serious, he took a horse stance, and moved his hands.
Like a startled bird taking flight.
The two fists were like fluttering butterflies, leaving a trail of afterimages.
If the God of Time was here and slowed down the flow of time by a million times, he would be able to see Zong Shen throwing a million punches in an instant.
At this moment, time seems to stand still.
Each punch is ordinary, seemingly clumsy but contains rich changes, straightforward, using the simplest force to break the countless technical changes in the world.
Establish a firm belief to move forward.
This punch is not the most powerful, nor the most exquisite, nor the toughest.
But it has a sense of being enterprising, self-reliant, and never giving up even in the face of difficulties.
Hope is born in despair, and light is born in darkness. This is the fist of ordinary people and also the fist of clumsy people.
Among all living beings in this world, there are few strong ones and many weak ones.
Between heaven and earth, from top to bottom, no matter how weak you are, there is always a way to make progress.
As the saying goes, there is always a way out, and this punch is that ray of hope.
"Clumsy Fist, the Fist of All Living Things!"
Zong Shen shouted softly, and time began to flow again.
Millions of clumsy punches, carrying the power of all living beings, completely destroyed the nine demonic dragons.
It is like a raging fire burning the earth and destroying everything in its path.
Even all the magic power that escaped was crushed with each punch.
Moro's expression changed instantly.
He did not hesitate to consume his divine essence and blood to once again launch the secret technique of devil claws all over the sky.
This secret technique is enough to resist the magical power transformed from the origin of the Sin Demon Prison.
But in the face of clumsy punches, he couldn't resist at all.
If one punch is not enough, then a hundred punches.
If a hundred punches are not enough, use thousands or tens of thousands of punches.
Millions of punches gathered together, like a storm between heaven and earth, sweeping away everything.
"No!"
"senior!"
"Please spare my life, Senior. I am Mo Luo, the descendant of Mo Wushuang from the Mo family."
"If you spare me, the Mo family will reward you handsomely!"
"No! No..."
Moro looked at the countless fists coming at him, begging for mercy while using various defensive artifacts.
It could be a big bell, a small shield, or a throne made of endless bones.
The plea for mercy was not yet finished.
These defensive artifacts were overwhelmed by millions of clumsy punches.
The next second, Moro was knocked into nothingness by the clumsy punch.
Even the powerful demon soul could not escape.
The magical properties of those artifacts were greatly lost and they fell to the ground.
The miraculous thing is that although the clumsy fist destroyed the body and soul of the demon, it left behind his clothes, armor, belt, rings and other external objects.
Floating alone in the air.
After Zong Shen finished his clumsy punch, he put away his horse stance and gently exhaled.
A look of reminiscence appeared on his face.
This clumsy punch was the first martial art he checked in when he traveled to the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.
It is the martial art that the Dragonless God King practiced in his early years before he entered the Tao.
At first, Zong Shen was confused and disliked the clumsy punches of ordinary martial arts.
Until one dangerous moment when he was surrounded by a small sect and had to use his weak strength to defeat the strong, he suddenly realized the clumsy yet tenacious and enterprising spirit of boxing contained in all living beings.
In an instant, he threw out thousands of punches, and with the body of a mortal martial artist, he jumped three levels and directly killed the headmaster of a small sect who was at the third level of the Dharma Realm.
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