Chapter 1110 Different Races, Mysterious Shadows

While flying, Shi Dudao looked around at his fellow travelers.

The lineup was very strong! But every powerful person had a bad look on their faces, because the powerful enemy they faced had left a very terrifying legend in the chaos, and a great master had already fallen in the mouth of the evil demon.

"Don't look at it anymore. We must go all out in this battle and never take it lightly."

Patriarch Xitian’s words pulled Shi Dudao back.

Ever since Huang Zuntian disappeared, the power of destiny has been depressed for a while. Li Daokong went to support Hongmeng again, and Patriarch Xitian had to support Shi Dudao to become the new master of destiny.

The current fate forces choose to support chaos. After all, those who determine fate are also a kind of great way, destiny and divine power of chaos. They are closely related to chaos, so they have to support chaos.

As for Li Daokong, they thought he was extremely stupid. He was willing to sacrifice his life for the so-called friendship between fellow disciples.

Shi Dudao said, "The aura of Hongmeng's despair is too strong. Can the ancestor deal with it?"

He could already see Hong Meng's desperate figure, and he was frightened just by looking at him from afar.

It was the first time that he felt fear just by seeing the other person's figure.

Patriarch Xitian looked solemn and did not answer.

How to deal with Hongmeng's despair is the biggest trouble Chaos is currently facing.

The nine chaos restrained Han Huang and the top disciples of the Hidden Sect, but even so, the Hongmeng Despair was still too much for the chaos to chew.

Lord Jingtian sighed and said, "If the Dark Lord was here, perhaps things would be different. Didn't the Jiuji Dao Sect claim to have a close connection with the Dark Lord? Now that the Great Dao is in a state of great catastrophe, why hasn't the Dark Lord appeared yet?"

During the long years, this former Jiejiao elder encountered too many troubles. Whenever he was about to give up, he would think of the Dark Lord.

He had been looking forward to the moment when darkness would envelop chaos.

This is also the expectation of all believers in the Dark Lord.

"It's just not the right time yet." Shi Dudao snorted.

The Dark Lord, he has already taken action. How can you guess the plan he has set?

Shi Dudao has always guessed that Han Jue is the Dark Forbidden Lord. Shenwei Tiansheng and the Dark Forbidden Lord, one positive and one negative, one white and one black, have formed a tripod with each other, and the sun, moon, and the universe are all in their hands.

Today, the Lord of Hongmeng is the son of the Divine Might and Heavenly Saint, and the Chaos Nine Extremes Taoist sect believes in the Dark Forbidden Lord. It is no exaggeration to say that the Great Dao Catastrophe is manipulated by the Dark Forbidden Lord.

This method is too extreme!

Because of this, Shi Dudao was not under that much pressure.

In his opinion, no matter which side he supports, he will not die.

The master will protect me! Ancestor Xitian couldn't help but shake his head. He was no longer able to persuade these two juniors. He didn't know what kind of magic potion the Dark Forbidden Lord had given them to make them so devoted.

Soon, the powerful men from the Chaos side came to the vicinity of Hongmeng Despair. They were ten billion miles away, which was already very dangerous. The terrible aura emanating from Hongmeng Despair was enough to scare them.

They knew they would probably die, but they had to fight! "There's someone on top of it!"

A free saint exclaimed, his tone of disbelief.

All the practitioners' eyes fell on the top of Hongmeng Despair's head, and they saw a black shadow whose true appearance was difficult to distinguish sitting on the top of Hongmeng Despair's head, with black flames seeming to be burning on his body, which was extremely weird.

"That is..."

Shi Dudao and Jing Tiangong opened their eyes wide and trembled all over, they were so excited.

Patriarch Xitian frowned.

The leader of the Supreme Dao is one of the ten most outstanding geniuses in the first Chaos Festival, Zhou Song Daotian.

Today, Zhou Song Da Daotian has already achieved the supreme and perfect cultivation of the Da Dao. He is an unrivaled all-powerful man famous in the chaos. He created the heaven and earth, understood yin and yang, and knew the past and present. He is nearly omnipotent.

There were several top ten geniuses from previous years around Zhou Song Avenue, and they were all very nervous.

Could it be that the existence that can sit on the head of Hongmeng Despair is the Hongmeng Demon God Han Huang? "Don't panic, Han Huang is still fighting with the Nine Chaos. This person is definitely not Han Huang. Get ready to fight!"

Zhou Song Datong was dressed in a black robe with red patterns and exquisite embroidered designs. His clothes were domineering and gorgeous, and his voice brought peace to all the powerful people.

Hong Meng's nine pairs of desperate eyes rolled wildly, and his body, which was larger than any star, moved slowly. Just a slight movement was enough to crush the invader.

The powerful ones all dodged and surrounded them.

The free saints quickly cast spells and formed a battle array, the Dao saints sacrificed the chaos magic treasures and set them as pillars for the battle array, and the Dao Supremes came to the top of Hongmeng Despair and used their magical powers to attack him. The terrifying magic power gathered together and shattered the space. Endless electric currents of time and space came down with a bang, as if the Thunder Prison was suppressing Hongmeng Despair, and a vast flood of light formed by the magic power followed.

Despite bearing the magical powers of several supreme masters, Hong Meng's desperate body did not tremble at all, and its eyeballs were still spinning wildly. All the powerful people who looked at it had their magical powers and souls frozen, and they could not move.

In less than three breaths, most of the free saints and great saints who were trying to form a formation cut off their magical powers one after another, and the formation was broken.

Han Jue sat on top of Hongmeng's desperate head and watched the battle with great interest.

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I have to say that this kid's fighting talent is still very strong, he inherited Han Huang's.

From this point of view, Han Jue and Han Huang are still two different creatures, both in terms of blood and thoughts.

Han Jue was also a Hongmeng Demon God before, but he still prefers to have children with his Taoist companions. After all, his original heart is a human. He was a human at first, and as a Hongmeng Demon God evolved from a human, he would take good care of his children.

Han Huang is different. He is a natural born Hongmeng Demon God. He does not care about his wife and children and treats them as tools.

The Hongmeng Demon God may not understand love and family affection at all, and they don’t need them.

Boom boom

Hongmeng Despair suddenly opened its huge mouth of the abyss, and the irresistible suction force sucked the free saints and the great saints into its mouth one by one. These preys turned back into their original appearance as soon as they entered its mouth. They were all huge in size, but still very small in front of it.

The familiar chewing sound rang out again, filling the entire void.

The Great Supremes were so frightened that they immediately began to rescue the practitioners who were unable to move.

A one-sided battle!

Their magic power can't hurt Hongmeng Despair at all.

Just at this moment.

Zhou Song Datong suddenly appeared behind Han Jue. He made a seal with his right hand and struck out with a palm. A golden light seal burst out from his palm and quickly grew larger, like a dazzling sun, crashing towards Han Jue.

Boom! The golden seal shattered, and the sky above Zhou Song Avenue was flooded with light. Many powerful people in the distance were dazzled and their senses lost function.

When the bright light faded away, everyone looked over there.

Hiss——

Zhou Songda was seen kneeling behind Han Jue, covered in blood, with disheveled hair and trembling body.

Zhou Songda looked at Han Jue's back in disbelief. The terrifying murderous intent locked onto him, making it impossible for him to recover from his injuries.

"You... who are you?"

Zhou Songda asked in a trembling voice. He had fought with Han Huang before. Although he was not his opponent, he would not be defeated so quickly. He did not even see clearly how the other party made his move.

(End of this chapter)