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This result surprised Roger because even without that magical face, Meng Tong still had endless blood and essence. He at least had the power to fight, but his mental energy suddenly disappeared.

Roger soon understood the reason for it.

"The most perfect artificial creature turned out to be just a flower in a greenhouse. Haha, such a small blow will make you unable to recover."

Roger laughed sarcastically and said, "No matter how powerful you are, you are just a body."

Meng Tong gritted his teeth. His just plainness and confidence had long disappeared. Now he is like a furious wild dog.

Yes, Mengtong has never tasted the taste of failure since the moment he was created. As the sixth level of hell, he has endless blood essence, power beyond the limits of ordinary people, and the ability to swallow the source. He is the nemesis of the monster here, and his life only has victory.

But when there is only victory in a person's life, he will find it difficult to accept the bitterness of failure.

Meng Tong is like this. He will never accept failure. His self-esteem does not allow it, and his identity does not allow it. He is by far the most successful artificial life.

"Bastard, I will never fail." He shouted angrily and bloody light burst out on his body. He stepped on his feet and made a "kup" sound under his feet. He shot at Roger like a meteor.

Roger sneered and swept out, and the spreading light wings made him reach the extreme. Even Meng Tong, who had endless blood essence, could compete.

The roar continued to sound, and the blood essence that Meng Tong had shot out of his body with each punch burst out, the ground continued to crack, the blood pool surging, and even the wall made a roaring sound.

But his fists rarely fall on Roger.

It is completely different from Meng Tong. Roger grew from a naughty apprentice to a strong man of the current generation. He can be said to be step by step. He has experienced countless battles. He has been at a disadvantage countless times, in danger, and even desperate situations.

No matter what situation he is, he can always face it rationally and adapt to the situation and come up with a way to break the enemy.

The same is true now. Meng Tong was shocked by words and completely lost his mind, and the blood and semen on his body were consumed at a terrible speed.

Roger did not fight hard, but temporarily avoided his edge. He knew that the more angry Meng Tong was, the more beneficial it would be to him.

Roger alone restrained Meng Tong, and both of them were soon injured. Roger seemed to be struggling to resist Meng Tong alone, and Meng Tong's superiors were left by Ying and Yuan. The three puppet masters joined forces to kill the enemy. This is probably the first time in the mainland in two hundred years.

"Do you have the only one who can stand the momentum just now?"

Even in the face of Meng Tong's storm-like attack, Roger had the time to mock him.

"I have been thinking about how to defeat Luo Jue with your strength. Now I understand that they must first enter the heart, be injured by the Blood Ancestor, and then let you pick up a hole. Are you not sure of your identity at all? The only thing that matters in this place is the heart, and you are dispensable."

This is not a provocation.

But it seemed to hurt Meng Tong's heart suddenly.

His violent fist became slow.

Roger blocked his fist with a silver shield, and under the impact of the huge force, he took three steps back and sneered: "The destruction of life is defined as the heart stops beating, not the brain no longer exists. You know this, right?"

Four eyes met. Roger saw his clenched teeth, his resentful eyes, and his almost twisted face.

"The moment I saw Lolita, I should have thought that the most existential soul in hell should be the soul. But I walked in this maze for five days, and I didn't see any other soul except the transformed soul in the wall, nor did I see it here."

"So, where will the soul of hell be? The seventh level may be, but it is more likely to be in the heart of the maze. Maybe you are more familiar with hell than me, but I can make the most reasonable inference."

"So, Luo Jue and the others suffered injuries when snatching Lolita's soul in their hearts. You are not Luo Jue and the others' opponents at all."

"It's not our opponent,"

"Peng", Yuanli and blood essence stormed violently in front of the two. Meng Tong's hair suddenly rushed back, and he was forced to take a step back by Roger.

wisdom

In Roger's eyes, his so-called wisdom only seems ridiculous.

young

Roger is equally young.

powerful

Have there ever been a powerful person in this world who never failed

Maybe there is, but for Roger, all the strength can be defeated.

"laugh",

Meng Tong had a muffled sound from behind, and the female Xing pressed tightly against his back, and the short knife in her hand had already penetrated his back deeply.

The white doves and birds of the warblers fell on his shoulders, and the flames burned on his shoulders.

A red light flowed out of Meng Tong's body and flowed along the silver thread to Roger's body.

And the swaying bell appeared in front of Meng Tong's eyes.

With the same tactics and the same opponents, Meng Tong once again tasted the taste of failure.

"Let go",

Mengtong's eyes were red, and blood and semen were the lifeblood to him, but at this time Roger was taking his life.

Although the ability to transform the source is not as domineering as the source of swallowing, it can definitely be fatal under Roger's use.

The blood in the blood pool behind is getting less and less.

Endless blood sperm

The infinitely reborn immortal body

Roger never believed from the beginning that nothing in this world is endless, and no creature can survive.

"Peng",

"when",

Feeling the passing of blood and semen on his body, Meng Tong was even more furious and his violent fists kept falling. However, Roger, who had been avoiding it just now, finally faced the battle head-on. Every heavy punch fell, he undone his strength and turned his strength. Although his body was also hurt, his silver thread never left Meng Tong's body.

Roger's resistance became stronger and stronger. When the blood essence flowed into his body, it did not conflict with his source power. On the contrary, the two forces converged together and flowed in his body. As one went up and down, he felt that Meng Tong's power was getting weaker and weaker, and weaker.

"Meng Tong, you have lost",

"puff",

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a muffled sound, and Ying and Yuan in front of him suddenly changed his expression.

Roger's face also changed.

He had heard this slightly dull voice not long ago.

That day, when Elizabeth pierced Jilan's back heart with one hand, he had heard of it and had a deep memory.

He turned around and saw a dry arm piercing through Sith's chest, covered in blood.

Sith's face was twisted, blood kept coming from his mouth and pressing his hands weakly on that arm.

And behind him was an old man.

An extremely terrifying old man. To be continued. ~Search the basket colors and read the following chapters in full text
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