Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

At this moment, an eye emerged with a strange pattern, as if it was a mockery of Su Yan. The eye had a mocking taste.

Even if he laughed at him, there was nothing Su Yan could do. He could not change this situation, and the attack was really ineffective.

After two attempts, Su Yan felt a little bit decadent in his heart. At least he now believed that this path was unworkable and could not target the weird patterns at all.

Bruce sat back on the throne again, looking very relaxed, except that he was slightly sweating just now.

"Mr. Su Ba, don't you understand the futility of your efforts? If you have to be like a clown, you will end up exhausted and like a dead dog!"

Bruce's voice was cold and biting, no longer as pleasant as before. Combined with his unique hoarseness, this voice was extremely unpleasant to hear.

But Su Yan looked at Bruce, the evil aura all over his body had not dissipated, and the murderous intent in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

"Do you think you can defeat me? Even if I can't hurt you, you can't do anything to me."

"Yeah?"

Bruce showed a faint smile, full of sarcasm.

At the same time, the entire underground palace seemed to have changed. Wisps of black breath filled the walls, and the underground palace became a black world.

These wisps of black aura gathered together to form a group of terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, turning into a group of ghosts.

"I'll try to see if I can kill you."

Bruce said with a smile, and at the same time, the ghost-shaped black spiritual power also bombarded Su Yan with the intention of killing.

Su Yan could tell at a glance that this Bruce was a Taoist with perfect strength, almost the same as Wentian.

The reason why he was so arrogant, and the reason why he compared Su Yan and Wentian to a praying mantis, while he was a fisherman and an oriole, was all due to that weird pattern.

At least that's what Su Yan thinks. Unless he can display a more powerful secret technique, that's another story.

Facing this ghost-shaped black spiritual power, Su Yan did not retreat. The golden spiritual power immediately surged out and transformed into an unruly blue dragon, attacking and killing him.

Wherever Canglong went, the black spiritual power was ignited and turned invisible, leaving golden light behind.

At the same time, the blue dragon and the ghost form were fighting against each other. Both sides were fighting fiercely and desperately. The golden light and black spiritual power complemented each other and illuminated the entire palace.

In the end, both of them died together. Blood overflowed from the corner of Su Yan's mouth, which he couldn't control. Canglong was transformed by his essence and blood, and had a certain connection with him.

Of course, Bruce didn't feel that well either. Like Su Yan, blood and essence leaked out, but he swallowed it.

"Yes, yes, your Taoist realm is perfect. No wonder you can kill Wentian. There are so many magic tricks that even evildoers can't do."

Bruce licked his red tongue, feeling a desire for Su Yan's magic and the urge to take it for himself.

This was the first time Su Yan had encountered such a situation. Someone was peeping at his Immortal Art, which made the anger in his eyes rise and keep burning.

"If you have the ability, come and get it!"

Bruce smiled and said: "Of course, I will get it. I don't think you will give up your group of subordinates outside, right?"

Su Yan's expression changed, and he was furious. This Bruce was really cunning.

"What, are you scared? This is not Su Baxian."

Bruce looked at Su Yan and became more and more amused. How could such a person who values ​​love and justice be so strong? This is unscientific.

Strong men have always been bloodthirsty and cold-hearted people, which has already been defined in Bruce's mind.

"If you and I are fighting, it won't be good if other people are involved."

"Okay, in order to study you, I don't need to use bait."

Bruce said cheerfully, which made Su Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

In Bruce's eyes, Mao Shiba and others were absolute ants who could be destroyed with a wave of his hand. Su Yan was naturally worried about them.

"There are strange patterns protecting me. You know I am invincible."

"It doesn't matter if you know, you can't defeat me either."

Su Yan is not afraid at all. He has not found a solution yet, so if he resists like this, at least he will not lose.

A trace of coldness flashed in Bruce's eyes, and he said coldly: "Do you think I really can't kill you?"

Black blood flowed all over Bruce's body, and the blood vessels all over his body suddenly bulged and finally ruptured.

Black blood splattered everywhere, but he didn't care at all. He even dipped a little of it in his hand and put it in his mouth.

“Just right, rich and flavorful.”

Bruce looked like he was enjoying himself and was very satisfied with his black blood.

"Bloom the Blood Demon!"

Bruce looked up to the sky, raised his hands to the sky, and roared out.

The entire underground palace seemed like his world at this moment, with countless black demons swarming around, making soul-stirring sounds of terror.

Su Yan has been watching this with a cold eye, but he wants to see what kind of evil tricks this Bruce can perform.

All evil ways are just ants in his eyes, and they will never win against him.

At this moment, those demons gathered together and formed the same ghostly shadow as before, but they did not attack Su Yan.

This is just a base, not an attack technique. What follows is really terrifying.

There were wisps of black spiritual energy emerging from Bruce's forehead, which meant that his whole body was contaminated by black spiritual energy at this moment, looking like a black robe in the mist.

He did not stop, still looking up to the sky, but his lips kept moving, as if chanting sutras.

This process does not take long, it only takes a moment. After all, if a secret technique takes a long time to perform, the enemy may strangle it before it is performed.

When Bruce stopped chanting, his eyes now only had black pupils without any white, just like jet black graphite.

A unique spiritual power filled his body at this moment. Although it was black, it was different from before, more powerful and terrifying.

This black spiritual power gathered together to form a human figure, very strong, like a fat man.

It's so big, at least ten meters high, like a giant, and this is just a shadow.

At the same time, the strange pattern turned into an eye. It no longer looked at Su Yan, but shot a ray of light towards the giant's shadow, which was extremely pure.

This ray of light acted on the giant's shadow, and suddenly a chemical reaction seemed to occur, merging so tightly that it was difficult to describe.

After more than ten seconds, the shadow became more and more real, but it was still as dark as an African brother.

But then it expanded, getting bigger and bigger, and was about to touch the top of the palace, which made Su Yan's face look increasingly ugly.

This is a giant baby, not a giant, just like a baby that has been expanded countless times!

This is a giant baby covered in pitch black!

At the same time, Bruce looked up to the sky and shouted: "Saint Child's Art, revive!"