If there is really no other way, he can only inspire the power of the previous generation of demon lords.

"How about we make a deal?" Blood Prison God of War suddenly said.

"What deal?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.

Although the other party said that they wanted to trade, Aye Swastika's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, with no intention of weakening at all.

"Give me all the ten magical powers in your body.

If I were to waste my cultivation.

I can let you go and save your life," the Blood Hell God of War replied.

"Do you think I will believe you," Xu Zimo sneered.

"If that's the case, then go and die," the God of War of Blood Prison shouted softly.

The Aye Swastika came flying directly.

Tearing the sky apart, with the decomposition of the swastika, this font seemed to be formed by the condensed sea of ​​blood.

"There's no way to escape," Xu Zimo judged immediately.

Just when he wanted to activate the power of the previous generation of demon lords.

Suddenly a figure stood in front of him.

This figure is moving very fast.

How fast is it?

Even a holy king like Xu Zimo didn't see how he appeared.

There was no tearing of the void, nor any afterimage.

It was as if he was originally in this world.

It seems like he is everywhere in the world.

This figure appeared among them and immediately startled everyone.

When Aye Swastika appeared, he saw this figure standing in front of Xu Zimo, blocking the blow for him.

The figure waved his hand.

Directly annihilate the Aye Swastika seal in the palm of your hand.

It was as if there was a shadow of a kingdom flickering in his palm.

"Who?" The Blood Hell God of War shouted in surprise.

He looked at the figure in front of him.

I saw him wearing a Confucian robe, which made him feel very elegant.

Just like a teacher.

"The world praises me, the heaven and the earth call my name, this is what God does."
Chapter completed!