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Chapter 418 418. Even if God has destined me to die on the streets, I can guarantee that I will die only after killing everyone!
The heart is shattered. As the driving force of the strong's power, if it is completely broken, the strong will lose their power and die on the spot.

After that, the gods outside the human world continuously transmitted their divine power through Gallo to invade Mo Hao's body, destroying Mo Hao from the perspective of genes and even more fundamental things.

The divine power was destroying the body crazily, while also plundering something.

Mo Hao could clearly feel as if there was a straw inserted in his body, and behind the straw there were dozens of guys sucking hard to drain him dry.

Mo Hao, who has always been draining the blood and energy of his enemies, and has always been in the Taixu realm, finally experienced the feeling of his own enemies.

Although Gallo was seriously injured, he was not killed. With the power of the gods, even if he died, he would only die after devouring Mo Hao.

"If you lose, the gods will unlock the secrets from you and move towards a higher dimension of reality."

Only a small part of the neck was still connected, and the blood-red flames continued to burn Gallo's vitality, making his face horrible and hideous. "And I will become the eternal son of the gods, and step on your bones to become real."

Mo Hao didn't say anything because he no longer had the strength to answer.

The divine power was corroding his body, and the energy system in his body began to conflict completely because of the broken heart. Mo Hao could already feel his body beginning to swell.

It hasn't exploded yet, all because Garo and the gods are constantly draining away his power, his uniqueness, his existence.

Although he wasn't dead yet, he was only breathing his last breath.

"You outsiders, as well as the Yellow Turbans who follow you, will be thoroughly cleansed."

The Blood Demon Sword left an indelible wound on Garo's body. Even with the power of the gods, the knife scar on his chest was still burning with flames.

Even the power of the gods cannot extinguish it.

The blood-red flames were filled with almost endless resentment and negative emotions, even the Son of the Gods was affected.

The boundless pain made the Son of God, who should have been elegant, lose his composure.

"Those outsiders who followed you will die. Because of your actions, they will die miserably and inhumanely!"

"Should I leave a trace of your consciousness so that you can see clearly what kind of torture they will suffer?"

"How about cutting off their limbs and planting them in pots? Or splicing their bodies together randomly and letting them fight each other to become whole again? Hey, I have an idea, right?"

Among the gods, there are gods who are keen on torture and torment, and the sons of the gods naturally have corresponding knowledge. All kinds of tortures that sound horrifying come out of Gallo's mouth, constantly bringing mental torture to Mo Hao.

The gods need Gallo as a transit station to study Mo Hao's secret, so Mo Hao cannot die at this time.

But for Gallo, the pain brought by the blood flames was unbearable and he could not tear Mo Hao to pieces completely. He could only use this method to slightly relieve his pain.

"I will tear their bones apart and make them into harps, and then let them live to listen to me play music dedicated to the gods, and they will make beautiful wails under my fingers."

"How do you feel? Mo Hao, how do you feel?!"

How does it feel?

Mo Hao never bothered to answer such words with words. He preferred to answer in a way that was full of impact.

Suddenly, Gallo felt the hairs on his back stand on end. As the offspring of gods, born an extraordinary being, he now felt certain emotions like an ordinary person.

A certain emotion called "fear" that he dared not show up in him.

Instinctively, Gallo raised his fist and hit Mo Hao's temple. His body's subconscious reaction made him forget the orders of the gods.

For a moment, Gallo felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a waste with a broken heart waiting to die, but a ferocious beast with its eyes open and fangs bared. Gallo's punch was enough to blow up the wall, but such a powerful fist was held in a ridiculous way, like playing rock-paper-scissors, and could not move forward or backward.

The clenched fist was not worth mentioning. At this moment, the wind suddenly blew up in the sky and the wind and clouds fled the area as if they were running for their lives.

Even without any obstruction from the clouds, the sun's rays seemed to be fading on their own.

It was as if they were trying their best to reduce their presence, praying not to be discovered by some fierce and evil enough guy.

Mo Hao, who should have lost all ability to resist because of his broken heart and erosion of divine power, grabbed Gallo's fist at this moment. Blood-red lines emerged, and something called [War Mark] appeared on his face.

His pupils turned scarlet, a power that should not appear in the world, and also his craziest side.

At the same time, Mo Hao's fist hit Gallo's face hard.

Gallo was blasted hundreds of miles away by an infinite force. The sunlight weakened and stars appeared in the daytime, symbolizing the stars of the gods flickering continuously, as if they were communicating and transmitting stronger power to Gallo.

Mo Hao, who blew Garo away, did not pursue him. At this time, the power in his body had completely erupted, and even he, the master, could not calm them down.

Not to mention that there were many different forms of divine power in his body that were crazily causing destruction. After his heart was shattered, the big demon's heart that had not yet been digested took root and sprouted everywhere in his body, trying to take over his body.

Even in the cities far away occupied by the Yellow Turban Army, many disturbances broke out at this time. The originally stable Dharma began to collapse, and the incense, faith, and people's wishes began to backfire.

In an instant, the whole world was rejecting Mo Hao, and everything in the world began to be against him.

"Is this the manifestation of a comprehensive backlash?"

He didn't say it in words, but someone could hear it without Mo Hao saying it. Zhang Jue looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky and sighed, "When luck is gone, heroes are not free, even heroes are like this. The gods occupy the weather, the enemy occupies the terrain, and the Dharma that you and I have discussed that depends on the harmony of people will not last long."

"You should find a way to escape."

Constructing the image of Yama Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with incense and faith should have been a plan that would take years, but it was completed in just a few months.

To shorten the time to the extreme, one must naturally pay a corresponding price, which is that the Dharma phase has extremely poor anti-interference ability and does not have the same level of resistance at all.

The Great Sage Master looked a little lonely. If Mo Hao was defeated and killed, the Yellow Turban Army, with Mo Hao as its core, would immediately collapse and disintegrate.

This scene reminded Zhang Jue of the time when he was defeated and died.

Did the Yellow Turbans lose again?

"Run for your life! A bunch of losers want to kill me?"

Mo Hao had no intention of escaping, and the ferocious look on his face told everyone directly that he was going to fight today.

"Even if God has destined me to die on the streets, I can guarantee that I will die only after I have killed everyone!"

"Do you think that destroying the Dharma image I constructed will make it impossible for me to control the power in my body?"

“Dream!”

All the conceived plans were either broken down or unusable at this time, but Mo Hao still had a plan.

The original and most primitive plan, which was also what he conceived at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)