In fact, the words of the ancestor spirit are not wrong. Mo Yu is facing the situation now, and it is indeed extremely dangerous. The killing of the ancient altar has caused serious damage to him. The power released by this altar, which was born in whom it has been around for many years, was actually annihilated.

Annihilation, aimed at all attributes, all powers, and anything covered by them, will be completely transformed into nothingness. In particular, there is obviously some unknown contract between the ancestor spirit and the ancient altar, so that the power of the ancient altar is completely directed at Mo Yu's soul. Eliminate consciousness, and the soul will still be preserved intact and become an empty shell.

Especially now, the fog of the undead released by the terrifying creatures madly invades the physical body, destroying Mo Yu's vitality. The two attacks are superimposed together, and internal and external attacks almost make a death dead end. Even the super-strong people in the extreme realm are difficult to resist under this superimposed attack, and they will eventually be unable to escape the decay of their body and their consciousness, and they will only participate in the consequences of the blank soul.

And this is the best result that the ancestor spirit seeks. What he wants is Mo Yu’s soul, which merges with him, breaks the shackles and makes life more complete.

"Give up, you can't escape. Let me merge with you. You and I will release a light comparable to the sun in the world! I promise you that as long as you agree to be merged by me, I will forgive all your relatives and friends. Otherwise, after you die, I will sacrifice them one by one in the cruelest way, and the soul will suffer forever!"

Swish-

Mo Yu's eyes were dull, and a sharp light flashed deep in his dim eyes, and it turned into coldness. He closed his eyes, and the murderous intent rolled in his heart like a sea of ​​anger!

The threat of the ancestor spirit was like boiling oil poured on the fire, igniting all the violence in his heart. Because Mo Yu knew very well that the ancestor spirit could do it. He could not give up and put his hands on others to swallow it. Then there was only one choice, break free from this confinement and kill the ancestor spirit!

Now, the situation is indeed extremely dangerous and is on the verge of the shadow of death, but the same also represents an opportunity that no one can notice.

In the ancestral land of the Great World, on the Butian Peak, Mo Yu released his breath to attract the ten-color heavenly thunders outside the world. His three auras, foreign land, overseas sky, and great world, produced a strange fusion.

At that time, there was a fourth aura, which was Mo Yu himself, and it was his aura that helped him smoothly and brought down ten thunders. But at that time, this aura of self was forcibly stopped by the ancestor spirit without being able to merge.

Today, in the desperate situation of life and death, Mo Yu and the ancestor spirits entangled each other, the suppression of the eternal altar, the erosion of the fog of the undead, the bombardment of terrifying creatures... All kinds of factors merged together, which made the idiot breath ready to move, and then slowly, little by little, merged with the roughly blended foreign land, overseas sky, and the great world breath!

This kind of fusion has never appeared in the world, because the light of the law outside the world has never shone on Mo Yu, the second person. But intuition tells Mo Yu that this fusion will be produced, with extremely incredible changes, and can even help him break the desperate situation at this time!

Mo Yu closed his eyes and blocked the fog that grew deep in his eyes. They were like undercurrents stirred deep in the sea. They seemed weak but eventually they could cause tremendous waves in the sea!

The annihilation power of the ancient altar permeated every inch of Mo Yu's soul. If someone could see this scene at this time, he would find that his soul was like a slowly extinguishing nebula, swallowed by darkness bit by bit. Soon, when the light turns into eternal darkness, Mo Yu's consciousness will completely dissipate.

At the same time, the invasion of the undead fog, due to the loss of soul suppression, the power of the extreme realm has been greatly weakened and has become more and more terrifying. In the weak and undulating chest, the strong and powerful heart gradually becomes weaker, and the sound of blood flowing is almost inaudible. The surface of the skin that has lost all its luster has piled up large pieces of wrinkles, and pieces of dark tones have begun to appear. Each piece exudes a terrifying aging atmosphere, as if the old man has reached the end of his life.

I have seen the dawn of victory, and countless years of hard work, and it is time to reap the harvest. But now, the excitement and joy in the ancestors' hearts have faded away little by little, turning into a lingering hidden worry.

It went too smoothly, everything went too smoothly, without any unexpected twists and turns, I put Mo Yu to death and changed his established destiny. Although this is something that makes people extremely happy, I always feel a little uneasy. It’s not that the ancestor spirit is humble, but that he has to find trouble, but that he knows too well how terrible it is to arrange everything today!

Although he kept telling himself that he could survive, he couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong. In fact, the ancestor spirit's uneasy worries were not wrong. His plan did have problems and was very fatal!

Mo Yu, who closed his eyes, was like a dead tree, suddenly opened his eyes by the ancestor spirit. The next moment, the ancestor spirit screamed suddenly, shocked and angrily, filled with disbelief.

boom--

The terrifying aura that made the world tremble, like a million huge volcanoes erupting at the same moment. The powerful imprisonment that Mo Yu endured collapsed and shattered in an instant.

The rolling blood and energy were forced out of the body from the pores of the whole body, surrounding the body like flames, and in the endless fog of the undead, the screams of pain echoed and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Mo Yu took a step forward, and with his movements, his waist slightly bent down and straightened again. The muffled sound of bones sounded like thunder exploded. The old and rotten body seemed to have reversed time, recovered as before in the blink of an eye, and was exhausted with amazing vitality. With the extreme realm of cultivation, it was instantly replenished.

The extreme realm is inherently transcendent to everything. If you have cultivation, you can last forever!

One punch.

The terrifying creature who was suppressed and did not return to the world made a shrill howl. The eight giant arms "cracked" sounded randomly, and countless black scales collapsed, and the bones broke into countless pieces. His whole body was forcibly bombarded, and a scarlet color overflowed between his blood-colored eyes, making his whole face particularly hideous!

Swish-

The figure of the ancestor spirit appeared, and he stopped the terrifying creatures with his sleeves, dispelled the power that was bombarding into his body, and was destroying everything crazy! Under the black robe, his eyes stared at Mo Yu, revealing a shock, "The ultimate mid-level..."

Despite the vibration, his expression faintly showed a hint of relief. Because this is normal, how could his layout be easily broken?

But is the existence of the ultimate middle realm really as expected? If he is defeated in the end and Mo Yu is qualified to merge and merge with him into one, his cultivation will inevitably be able to jump to another level, that is, the ultimate upper realm! At that time, even he may not be able to suppress him.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the Zu Ling's mouth. He found that at this moment, he was not afraid, but was extremely happy. He even had some vague expectations, what kind of expression would he look like when he saw his layout and eventually became this state.
Chapter completed!