Boom!!!
Ten thousand axes exploded, and the demonic dragon roared past, with Han Qianqian as the centre, and it would be no exaggeration to describe it as ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.
Han Qianqian's brow furrowed as he felt an extremely powerful demonic force coming at him. He was just about to use his Pan Gu axe to resist, but at that moment, countless demonic dragons made of black fire and black lightning had already opened their mouths to pounce on him.
No matter how much Han Qianqian struggled, the black Qi wrapped itself around his body, preventing him from moving at all.
And almost at the same time!
Bang, bang, bang!
As all the axes fell, countless explosions rang out from Han Qianqian's body!
In the midst of the explosions, the purple light of the Immortal Xuan Armour ceased, the Four Divine Heavenly Beasts also disappeared, and the golden stream of light on Han Qianqian's body also dimmed.
"Poof!"
A mouthful of fresh blood was directly spurted out by Han Qianqian, spraying like a blood mist all over the sky.
"How could this happen?"
Han Qianqian forced himself to endure the excruciating pain that was tumbling inside his body, his eyes staring blankly at the countless dead souls in front of him.
These guys, it was so unbelievable that they had copied themselves from start to finish, whether it was the Pan Gu Axe, or the Undying Xuan Armour, or even spell energy that only belonged to them like the Heavenly Fire Moon Wheel and the Four Divine Heavenly Beasts Totem, etc. How was this possible?
There was no way such a technique could exist in this world.
Even if it is a supreme mastery that combines replication, it is extremely limited in terms of replication, except for the direct replication of energy and techniques, those weapons, magic treasures and divine weapons are completely impossible.
The physical object of the body is inherently predestined, and this simply cannot be copied casually, otherwise it would be against the heavenly dao.
"Surprised, are you? But what's the use of being surprised? Save your surprise for when you go to hell and take your time." There was a soft laugh in space.
"You think that you're the only one who can copy, and I can't?" Han Qianqian smiled fiercely, forcing himself to endure the intense pain on his body, and with a release of his true energy, his body once again re-lit with golden light.
"Phaseless Divine Energy!"
As soon as the words fell, the four Han Qianqian figures moved at the same time, manipulating the four Phase-less divine kung fu to directly meet the thousands of dead souls.
"Roar!"
Thousands of unjust souls roared in anger, wielding giant axes and surging like a tidal wave.
"What?"
Han Qianqian fiercely froze, as soon as the Phaseless Divine Technique came out, it slapped the air as if it had lost its spirit, not to mention replicating any technique, or even trying to simply injure those dead souls was tantamount to dreaming.
"This is impossible." Han Qianqian looked at his palm in disbelief, really finding it hard to believe the facts in front of him.
The dead souls copied his, why couldn't he copy the dead souls'?
"Gryphon, in my Morrowind Hell, nothing is impossible!" Within the space, a cold laugh escaped.
Han Qianqian frowned and searched around, indeed not knowing where the voice came from, but he did not dare to let down any of his guard, forcing a golden light to barely ward off the dead souls, and said coldly, "On what grounds is nothing impossible?"
"Because I am the master of this place, because I want you to die and you cannot live. Break!"
Boom!
The ten thousand armies squeezed through the shield of golden light, directly smashing Han Qianqian's four figures like seawater, then transforming back into the original one, and lining up backwards in the same direction.
Han Qianqian felt his body was on the verge of breaking apart, it was like a man, suddenly being pinned on the horns of a herd of ten thousand bulls, constantly being toppled away.
"No, you can't be this strong." Han Qianqian gritted his teeth and said reluctantly.
"I am just that strong, mole, you have messed with the wrong person, go to hell and repent, weep, cry out in pain for what you have done today!"
"Roar!"
Ten thousand souls roar in unison!!!
Immediately afterwards, countless unjust souls from the rear jumped, climbed and pulled each other, like ferocious beasts that had not eaten anyone for a long time seeing food, desperately pouncing on Han Qianqian.
Soon, hundreds of ghosts had piled up on Han Qianqian, creating a "human mountain" of several dozen metres.
Han Qianqian felt that his body was being eaten away by these spirits, and pieces of flesh were being torn off his body, his feet, his body, his hands, and even his face, and nowhere could he avoid ......
"Farewell, ants!" With a faint smile in the darkness, the whole space became even darker and quieter.
Everything, it seemed, was coming to an end.
"No, it's not right."
Suddenly, Han Qianqian's eyes snapped open, followed by a fierce golden light leaking out from his body.
Boom!
The hundreds of unjust souls piled up on his body immediately bounced straight off, and without waiting for the densely packed dead souls on the periphery to re-surround him, Han Qianqian had already leapt into mid-air.
"I was almost fooled by you." Han Qianqian said coldly, "Casting an illusion in front of me? Do you really think I'm stupid?"
"Illusion?" In the darkness, because of Han Qianqian's sudden awakening, the voice froze slightly, but quickly returned to its mocking tone, "Take a good look again."
Han Qianqian frowned intensely, and only then did he pay careful attention to his body. Without looking, it was a shock to see that there was almost no longer any part of his body intact, and it could even be said that not even the slightest bit of flesh existed.
All that was left was a head, and a skeletal body frame!
"Does it hurt?" The voice laughed.
Han Qianqian felt it carefully, and only then did he feel the pain drilling through his entire body in various places.
"This isn't an illusionary realm?"
"Of course not, as I said, you're in hell, in Moro Hell."
"Is that so?" Han Qianqian frowned, "Have you heard of the Demon Buddha?"
"Demon Buddha? Does it matter if I know it or not?"
"Of course it matters, if you knew him, you should know that these tricks of yours are no different from him." Han Qianqian smiled coldly.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" The voice of the Devil Dragon's Soul spoke angrily.
"You will understand." Han Qianqian smiled fiercely, and even though he was only a skeletal body, he still held the Pan Gu Axe and bent down towards the thousands of unjust souls below.
"You, truly, are an ignorant fool." The Soul of the Devil Dragon laughed coldly.
But at that very moment, while Han Qianqian was flying downwards, with an unconscious movement in his hand, the Heavenly Eye talisman opened, and almost at the same time, a golden light flashed across the brow of Han Qianqian's body in the bloodlight outside.
Immediately afterwards, Han Qianqian snapped his eyes back to look.
In the darkness, a black dragon spirit stood still in the air, with a human body and dragon head ......
"That's you."
Almost at the same time, Han Qianqian suddenly turned around and accelerated with a reversal, charging directly at the black demonic dragon spirit in the darkness with his Pan Gu Axe in hand!
The spirit of the devil dragon did not expect Han Qianqian to make a sudden comeback, let alone that this guy could see himself, and while he was shocked, Han Qianqian's huge axe had already struck down ......