Chapter 2782: The Desperate Stabbing<div>


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    The eye-bloodline technique was used twice in a row, and both skills were left behind by Senior Three-Eyed, the ruler of the Netherworld, in Song Shuhang’s divine third eye. This was equivalent to the ruler of the Netherworldunching a move from a distance, and its power was only slightly weaker than the eye-bloodline technique that the three-eyed young senior had personally released.


    Even an Immortal would feel as if his body had been hollowed out if he were to take two blows from the ruler of the Netherworld.<div>


    Moreover, the ancient god fossil egg in front of him was in an extremely weak state.


    The moment the power of the Eye of Melting swept across the location of the ancient god, all the tentacles that extended from the eggshell were reduced to ashes. Then, the eggshell of the ancient god melted into liquid.


    Seeing the power of the eye-bloodline technique in front of him, Song Shuhang’s mood improved.


    After all, it wouldn’t be long before he could master the Eye of Melting.


    Once Ma’am Long Luo analyzed the data of these two eye-bloodline techniques, his eye-bloodline techniques would be able to turn into abo.


    First, he would use the Immortal Sealing Eye to solidify space and freeze the enemy, followed by the Schrly Sage’s Expert Appraisal Eye, then the Embryonic Gaze, and finally the Melting Eye. Four consecutive eye-bloodline techniques were simply perfect.


    “Is it done?” Zither Master Fengyi asked with lingering fear.


    Whether it was the Immortal Sealing Eye or the Melting Eye, their power was extraordinary. It gave her the illusion that the Celestial Thearch was personally taking action.


    Could it be that this masked fellow daoist’s true strength had reached the level of a Heavenly Emperor?


    “Not yet… It won’t be killed so easily,” Song Shuhang replied.


    He wasn’t sure how tenacious the vitality of this ancient god was, but Song Shuhang knew that it wouldn’t be so easy to kill him. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be an unknown White 1-33 in charge of sealing this ancient god in that man-made ‘giant’s small world.’<div>


    Therefore, Song Shuhang didn’t stop.


    After the Eye of Melting was released, he did not stay idle. He formed the seal of the Overlord God Pir.


    The effect of the Eye of Melting was still wreaking havoc on the ancient god’s body when Song Shuhang’s next move arrived.


    Longevity Pir, More than a Pir!


    This was the most powerful offensive pir among the many ‘overlord divine pirs’ that Song Shuhang had mastered yesterday… Today’s second strongest!


    The fifty-meter-tall pir materialized in the air. Demonic mes surged into the sky, and it was domineering.


    There were intricate drawings on the pir. This was the Demon Emperor’s ‘Demon Country Map’ from back then. Wherever the Demon God Pir was inserted, it was more than just a Demon Country.


    At the tip of the pir, there was a ferocious statue of a great demon. This was the true body of the Demon Emperor!


    The appearance of this overlord divine pir was like the arrival of more than just the Demon Emperor.


    As an existence who fought with Father Goudan for the position of the Heavenly Dao in the immemorial era, the Demon Emperor was the pir of the Demon Dao that stood at the peak of the myriad worlds.


    In the final battle of the Immemorial Antiquity Age, Father Goudan was the invincible king of the eastern myriad worlds. It wasn’t just the Demon Emperor, he was the peerless Demon Emperor of the western myriad worlds!<div>


    Zither Mistress Fengyi’s ws involuntarily tightened around Song Shuhang’s arm.


    “Go!” Song Shuhang used his right hand to throw the huge pir at the melting ancient god.


    Boom—the pir of light pressed down on the ancient god.


    On the pir, the Devil Country Picture materialized and turned into a true Myriad Devil Country that crushed the ancient god.


    At this moment, the pir was not just a pir, it was a demon nation formed by thousands of pirs!


    Ear-piercing screams kepting from the melted space.


    It was the roar of an ancient god who had been deeply hurt by the Eye of Melting and the technique.


    “Such tenacious vitality,” Zither Master Fengyi said in a deep voice.


    The life force of the big shot in the fossilized eggshell was terrifyingly tenacious.


    She ced her main body in the position of an ancient god and deduced the scene of her main body being hit by the Immortal Sealing Eye, Melting Eye, and Strange Demon Pir. The result of the deduction was… The odds were against him.


    Unless one could avoid the Immortal Sealing Eye in the beginning, anyone would be a target when the space was solidified, and they could not move.<div>


    The creature in the fossil shell was in an extremely weak state, but it could still withstand the damage and continuously roar with full energy. If the other party was in aplete state and not weakened, how terrifying would it be?


    “Unsheathe!” At this time, Song Shuhang shouted again.


    In the pir, with the statue of the Demon Emperor as the hilt, a huge Demon Head Zhanmadao was pulled out from the pir.


    The pir was just a scabbard. Not only was the pir’s true attack hidden in this de.


    As the de was drawn, the monstrous demonic will gathered on the de.


    The more than one pir represented the more than one Demon Emperor’s ‘Myriad Demon Kingdom,’ and the more than one saber represented the more than one Demon Emperor’s attack method. The strongest attack power of the Demon God Pir was condensed in this saber.


    The spiritual energy of the various cores in Song Shuhang’s body was continuously extracted and merged into this saber move.


    The de fell, and the world seemed to be split apart by this de.


    In the melted space, the ancient gods’ roars and screams stopped abruptly.


    It’s not just the de returning to its sheath.


    The pir slowly dissipated.


    The melted space also began to slowly recover.


    The blurry space returned to normal.


    There was only a pool of green liquid and some eggshell fragments left where the fossilized ancient god had been.


    “You’re still alive?” Zither Master Fengyi stared at the ancient god with her ws. “You’re still alive?”


    The pool of melted liquid was still filled with tenacious vitality.


    It was still wriggling and trying to fuse again.


    “I can’t reverse cut its source,” Song Shuhang said.


    Thest sh of the saber not only cut the body but also secretly used Song Shuhang’s Primordial Spirit Splitting Scripture to cut the primordial spirit and cut off the root.


    However, the final sh that targeted the primordial spirit failed.


    “What is this? Not good!” Zither Master Fengyi’s ws suddenly cried out, and her body instantly started to burn with raging mes, enveloping her and Song Shuhang.


    The mes turned into ayer of defense, burning everything near the mes.


    Song Shuhang’s divine third eye carefully scanned the area, and he discovered that there were many cells in the air that were so small they couldn’t be observed. Even the small cracks created by the battle just now were hiding small cells.


    These cells had a strange and special concealment method. Even a cultivator’s divine sense couldn’t detect them. In fact, if the divine third eye wasn’t focused on observing, it would ignore these small things.


    Under the focused observation of the divine third eye, he could see that these cells were sprouting in a short period and growing into hairy tentacles. It was creepy.


    To be able to deceive the divine third eye of the ruler of the Netherworld, such a method could perhaps be used as a tool in the bet with Senior Three-Eyed? At this time, Song Shuhang suddenly had an idea.


    Zither Master Fengyi had ignited heryer of true fire in time, blocking the small cells that were approaching Song Shuhang in the air. But before she could sense these little tentacle cells… Many small cells had alreadynded on her and Song Shuhang’s bodies.


    Ayer of white hair instantly grew on Zither Master Fengyi’s ws.


    Song Shuhang was no exception.


    After these small cells finished growing, they tried to take root in Song Shuhang’s body like parasites.


    Zap, zap, zap…


    However, no matter how hard the tentacles made of these small cells tried, they couldn’t even prate Song Shuhang’s skin.


    The tentacles on his face were filled with despair.