Chapter 133 The Name of Ozma! (Two updates, 4000 word chapters)

   "Dusk, always dark, come here."

  High above the sky, in the black battlefield, a soldier from the main army chanted solemnly

   "Let me see my true face and drink it all down."

  A dark red bowl appeared in his hand, in the bowl...

   is condensed darkness.

   He poured the darkness into his mouth and continued

   "After drinking, life will spread its wings and fly high."

   "The way of the dead, the flowers bloom, and they bloom."

   "Where is the delicious food, dye it black."

   "split into eight, dark flames."

   "Burning in the dark, eating it."

   "The rest, the pale bones, are set up as tombstones to pay tribute to."

   "I hope you will never be my sacrifice again in the next life..."

   It seemed extremely long, but it was only a split second, and the chanting by Yibingwei, the main soldier, finished.

   "Don't turn too much to kill the mausoleum!"

  Behind him, the endless darkness began to squirm. It was a temple-like tombstone made of black bones.

   "Take a hundred nights from the world of corpses and souls hundreds of years later to serve as your tombstone, absorb all the blackness on your body, paint all your flesh and bones black, and even reincarnation is not allowed."

  Xianghe's whole body was covered in black, and the endless blackness echoed the mausoleum behind him. The dark power in his whole body surged and he remained motionless.

  Ichibinge of the Bingzhu Department hit with all his strength, and even Xianghe really felt the pressure.

   But he still doesn't dodge, dodge, or dodge!

   "Just let you see."

   Xianghe said in a deep voice

   "The strongest power in the old world will be trampled under my feet. Then, in despair, I will meet the new world that is even more desperate."

  In order to demonstrate his absolute strength, he actually wanted to take the strongest blow from the main army, Ichibei?

   "Arrogant person, the world of Lord Lingwang will never stand still...and you..."

  The monk is neither happy nor sad, he puts his hands together, solemn and solemn

   "Will fall into a pitch-black hell."

   Poof! !

  Xianghe could only feel his whole body being squeezed crazily! His body was cracked everywhere! One after another bloodstains appeared from the skin of the body, but the blood flowing out of them was also black.

   "Why go to hell?"

  However, under such pain, Xiang He laughed wantonly, and his laughter almost echoed throughout the Soul Soul World!

   "I will create **** myself!"

  After being covered by darkness, it will lose its original name, and this is even more so after being corroded by the blackness that does not turn too much.

  At this moment, Xianghe should have been completely trapped in the 'nameless' by a force dozens of times stronger than the usual Yizi, but he laughed wantonly.

   "Yes... cover the name. I heard that the name contains all the power, so without the name, there will be no power, right... Indeed, my current power is dissipating..."

   "But! Past names don't mean anything to me anymore."

  A name suddenly popped up in his mind, and the moment this name appeared, he felt refreshed, as if a problem that he hadn't thought of for hundreds of years was solved at this moment!

   "Yesterday all kinds of things died yesterday, and now my name is..."

   "Ghost of Chaos, Ozma!"

  Boom!

  When he said the word 'Ozma', the power of darkness that had been reduced erupted like an erupting volcano!

  Ozma, Ozma…

  When he uttered these three words, he felt like he knew who I was today!

   "You should be honored."

  The erupting power of darkness pierced through the heavens and the earth, distorting the space on a large scale, and at the center of the distortion, Ozma said softly

   "You will be the last person to die in the old world, and the first person to die in the new world. The leader of the old world will die before the king of the new world..."

  The monk suddenly widened his eyes, because he didn't know when there were purple stone tablets all over his side.

  It is similar to the tombstones of Buzhuan Taisha Mausoleum, but each one is smaller, but there is more than one in the sky?

Too much…

   There are so many stone monuments that they cannot be counted, and it is roughly estimated that there are thousands of steles!

   "This is your tomb."

  Ozma waved his hand lightly, and thousands of steles were lined up, trapping a soldier from the main army.

  Thousands of small stone steles formed a huge purple tombstone. The tombstone was tens of thousands of meters high and nearly 10,000 meters wide!

  Subsequently, a huge eye emerged from the tombstone, and that eye almost occupied most of the space in the tombstone, as large as 10,000 meters!

  In the infinite high sky, an 'x' appeared in the huge eyes, and huge power poured into it!

  Boom!

  The power enough to be called the ultimate erupted in an instant, the space where the tombstone was located was shattered in an instant, and countless dark red thunderbolts fell from the sky.

  A soldier in the main army waved a word, and a large amount of black was splashed out by him like ink, but under this force, it was like a mantis holding a cart.

  The unstoppable destructive force destroyed his body in an instant, and even Wang Jian couldn't resist this force.

  The monk's body was completely broken, and blood splashed from the fragmented body, sprinkled on the huge tombstone.

   "Hahahahaha!!"

  So, the end of the battle in the sky, only Ozma's shocking laughter remained!

  From now on, no one can stop him anymore, and the strongest bodyguard of King Ling is nothing compared to his current strength!

  Below, Liang Yue and others were still fighting against the pentagram arranged by Ozma.

  When they sensed that the monk was killed in battle, they could hardly believe it, because Ichibei, the leader of the army, was definitely a 'symbol' whether in the world of corpses and souls or in the Palace of the Soul King.

  A royal bodyguard who has survived for millions of years, enough to symbolize the history of the Three Realms itself!

  Monk…

died?

  Even when he played against Bacal, he was not killed!

   But at this moment, the demon crushed his strongest blow and killed him back.

   "Is it... really going to end?"

  Despair...falls

  Unprecedented and unprecedented darkness shrouded the world of souls

  The captain whispered in fear

  They were deeply shocked by the power leaked from the previous battle. It was no longer a battle in their own dimension, it was simply...

   is not a level.

   "No, it won't end!"

  Liang Yue's eyes became determined

   "I will not let Jinglingting become history."

  His voice was quiet, but mixed with unquestionable determination.

   "Liang Yue, you can't..." Qilin Temple stared

   "Your current body is simply not strong enough to support the use of Lord Spirit King's power!"

"Different."

  Liang Yue was knocked back hundreds of meters by a flash of light from a pentagram, and he raised his gaze to the unrivaled demon.

   "Master Spirit King's will is responding to me..."

   "The power of Wang Jian spreads in my body..."

   "My name is Liang Yue, and I will be named... Mimi Haji..."

  Liang Yue opened her mouth, and black blood flowed out together with endless force...

   "Master Mimi Haki..."

   "Master Mimi Haki..."

   "Respond to..."

   "My calling..."

   "Abandon Liang Yue's name for now..."

   "I will become..."

   "The right arm of the Spirit King."

  Following a soft moan, Liang Yue's whole body was covered by something like a black stream of water, and a hand spit out from his mouth, and that hand was also pitch black.

   Dark as night...

  One eye is watching the demon in the sky on the back of the hand, which symbolizes the opening of the three pupils of God, which are full of divine indifference.

  After Wang Jian was shaped in the body, Liang Yue had understood the meaning of the Spirit King. At this moment, he was not only the right arm of the Spirit King, but also the right arm of the Spirit King driven by the will of the Spirit King!

  A huge hand gushed out of Liang Yue's body. This is really an exaggeration. A person who is about 1.8 meters tall spits out a giant black hand that is tens of thousands of meters high!

  It went straight into the sky, forming another pitch-black beam of light in the soul world, echoing the dark beam of light generated by Ozma.

  The stagnant force brought by the huge power of the right hand stopped the vibration of the Three Realms, and the people in the Reality Void Circle of the Soul Realm finally stopped from the violent shaking.

  Besides the soul world, the darkness above the reality and the virtual circle is also gradually dissipating. Real people kneel down and pray on the ground, grateful for the blessing of the gods in the dark.

In the virtual circle, only the instinctive Daxu is trembling, the rational Daxu and Pomian are looking at the sky solemnly, even the most bloodthirsty and crazy Xu knows that a certain corner of the Three Realms has happened enough to determine the fate of the world war.

  In the world of corpses and souls, two huge black beams of light confronted each other above the sky.

   "Are you...the Spirit King?"

   Ozma looked at the huge black hand in front of him with some doubts. He frowned and looked at Liang Yue below.

  In an instant, something flowed through his mind again, the truth of the Three Realms, the true face of the Spirit King, the betrayal of the five nobles, everything about Master Mimi Haji appeared in his mind.

   His pupils shrank instantly, and then he laughed again!

   "The despicableness of the five nobles is as usual! It turns out that this is the truth of the world, no wonder it is full of lies and betrayal, it has been based on this from the very beginning!"

   "Spirit King...Old God, let me free you! Free yourself from the cursed name 'Spirit King', and from the shackles of the Three Realms, which is essentially hell!"

  With a wave of his hand, there was thunder, countless dark purple thunders descended, and then a large amount of dark purple energy condensed from the air, rushing towards the right arm of King Ling.

   "..."

  However, the black right arm didn't say a word, but the surrounding spirit king's power rushed out, and an eye appeared in the high-density black spiritual pressure, making the spiritual pressure spread around like a monster.

  The power of the two confronted each other, and the sky and the earth turned pale and the situation changed suddenly. The vibration that had stagnated before reappeared in a more violent form in the world of corpses and souls.

   Immediately, the darkness shattered, and the right arm of the Spirit King pierced through, and the five fingers spread out like a big net covering the sky, covering Ozma.

  The black wings behind Ozma flapped and retreated, and two black forces soared high above the sky, drawing two dark tracks.

  The enormous force shook the heavens and the earth, and the brief moment of contact resulted in several collisions in the air, leaving a broken space and pitch-black ink in that place.

  Then separated, moved again at a super fast speed, and collided again. Black ripples spread out in the air, forming a scene like a large black disc.

  Boom!

   Another collision, this time the huge darkness completely enveloped Ozma's figure, and soon after, a dark purple figure broke out from it and fell to the ground.

  Blood was dripping from the corner of Ozma's mouth, and his body was also stained like ink. He stood on the ground with his legs and looked at the huge god's hand in the sky.

  The right arm of the Spirit King also fell at a very high speed, with five fingers spread out and pressed down in the sky, before reaching the ground, the land of the Soul Realm sank to a depth of hundreds of meters.

  Ozma was at the center of the collapse, and he was also the one who suffered the most. He blocked the front with his arms, and the power of chaos and darkness gushed out again.

  He couldn't believe that he, who possessed such great power, actually fought with one arm of the Spirit King and became like this.

and…

   (My power...my power is falling!)

  Ozma knew that this was inevitable after he sold his soul to the **** of death. He squeezed out this power from his soul, and consuming power was consuming soul!

   But he doesn't care!

   As long as time still has meaning, as long as life still exists, as long as he still has a sliver of power, then his revenge will not stop!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

  However, just when he was about to deal with it with all his strength, there was a huge howl of pain from Liang Yue in the distance!

  His body is covered with black, the ink-like black seems to be squeezed out from every cell, even with the king key, such violent use of the power of the right arm of the spirit king will reach the limit after all...

  As he howled, the right arm of the Spirit King that emerged from his mouth also began to falter, almost dissipating.

  Ozma looked at the palm that descended from the sky, and after being overjoyed, turned the power of darkness into a huge ball of light.

  The ball of light soared up, as if it was going to confront the right arm of the Spirit King who was gradually becoming illusory.

   "I can't fall..."

  However, amidst the severe pain, Liang Yue forcibly stabilized her body, and his spiritual pressure was released...

  The Zanpakuto beside him jumped up, as if responding to the master's will, the body of the thunder sword surged out, stabbing Ozma like a flash of light.

   "Storm Wind Style!"

   At this time, the huge black palm has been pressed down, and Ozma gathered a lot of power together. At this time, an even bigger self appeared behind him.

  That Ozma was several thousand meters tall, and besides the black wings, there were a lot of black silk threads behind him. At this time, he stretched out a hand.

   One hand seems to be holding a galaxy...

  Bright starlight floats slowly, and countless stars release endless light and heat.

  Then the Milky Way compressed crazily, and all the brilliance and starlight turned into pitch black, and a huge black hole appeared in an instant!

  Boom!

  The two kinds of pitch-black collided head-on, and suddenly a black ripple continued to spread from a thousand meters above the sky.

   "That's it!"

  Ozma roared, the black hole spun sharply, and the darkness above dissipated with a bang!

  The right arm transformed from the power of the spirit king quickly retracted, and the original stagnant power of all things was also wilting. After a great battle, it finally reached the limit of going out from Liang Yue's body.

  The moment he returned to Liang Yue's body, the darkness all over his body dissipated, and he was no longer able to support his body.

   Just when he was about to fall, Unoka, who had recovered and had been by the side, had already rushed over, supported Liang Yue's body, and quickly injected Huidao's spiritual power.

   "Huh? It doesn't hurt or itch!"

   One side loses, the other side triumphs!

   Ozma emerged from the deep pit, and the virtual image of the demon **** thousands of meters away also dissipated. He defeated the symbol of the soul world head-on!

  What else in the world can stop him?

the answer is…

  A sword!

   Coming at a gallop, Liang Yue's sword!

   Thanks to my friend, Falling Leaves, Sifei Village, I don’t think about anything, and I will reward you with a reward of 100 starting coins!

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  (end of this chapter)