Chapter 158: Clumsy Fist, Fist of All Living Things
The hell race is irritable and easily angered.
Moro was stimulated by the verbal provocation and had just had a fierce 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.
It couldn't have been any worse.
These nine black dragons were nine magic dragons condensed by the supreme magic power of Mara using the Purgatory Magic.
Each one has the strength of the first transformation of the divine realm.
This move alone is enough to illustrate the profound foundation of the Mo family.
Ordinary martial arts simply 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 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 relatively 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 lord.
But Zong Shen doesn't care about these.
This vast plane of hell is independent of the Continent of Ten Thousand 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.
Plus, the seal that Dragonless God King had placed on him back then is still solid.
Except for a very few space cracks, there is no possibility of travel 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, and he took a horse stance and moved his hands.
Like a startled bird taking flight.
The two fists flew 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, we would be able to see Zong Shen throwing out a million punches in an instant.
At this moment, time seems to stand still.
Every punch is ordinary, seemingly clumsy but containing rich changes. It is straightforward and uses the simplest force to break the countless technical changes in the world.
Establish a firm belief and move forward.
This punch is not the most powerful, nor the most exquisite, nor the toughest.
But it has a flavor of being enterprising, self-reliant, and never giving up even in the face of numerous difficulties.
Hope is born out of despair, and light is born out of 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 above to below, 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, with the power of all living beings, completely destroyed the nine demonic dragons.
It is like a raging fire that burns the earth and destroys 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 and once again launched 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 approaching 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 smashed into nothingness by a clumsy punch.
Even the powerful demon soul could not escape.
The magical properties of those artifacts were lost and they fell to the ground.
The magical 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 breath.
A look of reminiscence appeared on his face.
This clumsy fist 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 before he entered the Tao in his early years.
At first, Zong Shen was confused and disdained the clumsy punches of ordinary martial arts.
Until one dangerous moment, when he was besieged by a small sect and had to use the weak 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 leapt three levels and directly killed the headmaster of a small sect who was at the third level of the Dharma Realm.
Intimidate those members of the Dharma Realm.
The difference between the Dharma realm and the mundane realm is like heaven and earth.
At that time, Zong Shen directly conquered that small sect completely.
Gradually expanding one's strength.
Becoming stronger step by step.
Now, Zong Shen is capable of throwing a million punches.
But all that was in the past is gone.
Every bit of memory from when I first came through came to my mind.
Those ten thousand years were his happiest time.
Although it is often accompanied by danger, he can always improve at a faster pace.
He sighed slowly.
He suppressed the memories brought by martial arts deep in his heart.
Step to the place where Moluo fell.
Pick up the Sumeru ring and belt he dropped.
He brushed his palm gently, removing the divine consciousness he had refined on it.
Start searching.
After a moment, he took out a dozen magical weapons of the level of divine creation.
He also took out a ghost head token engraved with the word "magic".
"These magic weapons are just right for Xiao Qitian, and they can also help increase the strength of the disciples in the sect who are practicing magic skills."
"As for this ghost head token, it should be related to the Demon Family that this beast mentioned. Maybe it can come in handy."
Zong Shen plundered the spoils.
Logically speaking, this Mara is the lord of a prison, and his wealth is not limited to this.
It is estimated that most of them are stored in the demon kingdom in his body.
With the death of Mara, his demon kingdom was exiled and wandered into the void of hell.
After dealing with Moro, Zong Shen retracted his gaze and looked at Mingzui who was standing in the distance!
(End of this chapter)
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