All My Skills Are Picked Up

Within the Devil City, there were a lot of Devil Cultivator coming and going.    

    

On the altar, Fulong was already standing.    

    

"Quick, quick!"    

    

Fulong was still shouting when a group of Devil Cultivators spectral cultivators started to light up the altar. The skulls that were emitting green flames let out miserable howls.    

    

On the sacrificial altar, blood energy, devil energy, and ghost energy began to gather together. Behind Fulong, a terrifying whirlpool of energy was formed. It was deep and dark, and no one knew where it led to.    

    

Below, Hsu Yiheng was carried by a group of Devil Cultivators to the center of the battlefield. Since Su Mengxian wasn't here, he was the final candidate to receive the void.    

    

Hsu Yiheng seemed extremely restless at this moment. Perhaps, he had never thought of this before. In the end, this matter would fall on his head.    

    

"Young Master Xu, please!"    

    

Fulong said in a clear voice.    

    

Hsu Yiheng looked at the other Devil Cultivator around him. The two leaders were an old lady Ling Ya and a Corpse Demon. Both of them were one of the twelve heads of the Devil Cultivator. Which one of them wasn't above the Martial Profound Stage?    

    

It was impossible for them to escape. Only by agreeing would they be able to survive.    

    

Fortunately, this matter was just like what he had said a few days ago. It wasn't as if he would die without a doubt. He might still be able to survive if he gave it a try!    

    

Gritting his teeth, Hsu Yiheng looked at Fulong and said, "My master, Corpse King, will not let you go."    

    

Fulong said loudly, "After I defeat Lo Tian, I will take down the northwest once again. Your master, Corpse King, will only beg me to give him a piece of land. Secondly, he will not come back to cause trouble for me. Alright, there is no point in talking anymore. Please! "    

    

Hsu Yiheng was thrown onto the altar, and Fulong grabbed him.    

    

The sound of cannon fire could be heard from the outside, and it was the moment when it would break.    

    

"Begin!"    

    

Following Fulong's furious shout, the altar began to operate completely.    

    

The blood pools on both sides turned into blood-red whirlpools, and the altar beneath their feet started to shake crazily as if it had come alive.    

    

The black whirlpools behind them grew bigger and bigger. Fulong pressed his palm on Hsu Yiheng's head.    

    

"Power of Devil King of Destruction, quick!"    

    

Hsu Yiheng let out a miserable shriek and started to release his mental energy.    

    

Something special was immediately attracted by the dark whirlpool behind him. Two streams of blood flowed out of the blood pool and flowed into the dark whirlpool.    

    

Terrifying energy was seeping out of the dark whirlpool.    

    

Fulong's entire body began to tremble in excitement. This reminded him of the mysterious existence he had encountered in the prison.    

    

Could it be that this power came from the void?    

    

Come on, let's enjoy this one more time!    

    

...    

    

Outside the city, Lo Tian was commanding the siege to reach its climax.    

    

The first section of the city wall had already been charged by the human soldiers. All kinds of siege weapons blasted open a gap in the city wall. However, the heavily armored cavalry were unable to charge in for a moment.    

    

At this moment, the spectral cultivators and Devil Cultivator were all using methods to look at their belongings. The fresh blood on the ground, the corpses that fell, and even the severed limbs became their means to defend against the enemy.    

    

From afar, one could see that every time a heavily armored cavalry charged into the city wall, countless ghostly hands would extend from the ground and drag him along with his horse onto the ground, making him unable to move.    

    

With such a method, even if the city walls were to be destroyed. The Devil Cultivator Ghost Cultivators were not instantly broken through. Instead, they still had the energy to fight a war of attrition with Lo Tian and the others.    

    

How could Lo Tian tolerate this? He roared furiously, "Where's the black dog blood? Spread it all over the city wall! Luo Ling, you command! "    

    

After shouting, Lo Tian rushed out himself.    

    

At this critical moment, Lo Tian had nothing to hide anymore.    

    

Activating the advanced demonization talent, transforming into a demon dragon!    

    

His body expanded with the wind. With Fulong's Saint Sword in his hand, he transformed into a huge human-shaped demon dragon.    

    

Upon seeing this scene, many human soldiers cried out in alarm. But right after that, Luo Ling followed suit and shouted, "The commander has used the deacon's ultimate move. Everyone, attack!"    

    

Hearing that it was the deacon's ultimate move, most of the people pressed their doubts into their stomachs.    

    

Seeing Lo Tian running wildly all the way, all the Devil Cultivator spectral cultivators immediately gathered their people and gathered towards Lo Tian's side.    

    

"It's him, the bastard who broke into the camp last night!"    

    

"Kill him!"    

    

"Ah, I'm going to eat him alive. "    

    

Lo Tian sprinted towards the broken city wall, and with a single glance, he saw all kinds of colored devil energy and ghost energy swarming towards him.    

    

Want to kill him?    

    

Dream on.    

    

The recent increase in attributes had strengthened Lo Tian's strength once again, giving him even more terrifying combat strength. The Perfect Level Incarnation Spell was unleashed, and the primary lightning talent was activated!    

    

Boom! The heavens and earth rumbled, and dark clouds began to strike.    

    

Under Lo Tian's powerful Incarnation Spell, the primary lightning talent suddenly rose to a higher level.    

    

Lightning flashed and cleansed the demonic devils.    

    

"Argh!"    

    

With a furious roar, Golden Tiger Howling Mountain and Angry Thunder were released, followed by a loud explosion.    

    

All the Devil Cultivator around Lo Tian were destroyed by the lightning. The city wall in front of Lo Tian was also destroyed by the explosion.    

    

"Charge! Charge!"    

    

"Follow the commander!"    

    

"For the northwest, kill!"    

    

Lo Tian's attack had created a huge gap. Luo Ling could even feel his heart trembling.    

    

"Martial Qi Cannon, scatter, suppress!"    

    

"Longbowmen, cross the city wall, cover and shoot! Release!"    

    

After a series of attacks, the fire arrows lit up the battlefield.    

    

After breaking through the enemy in one move, Lo Tian did not hesitate at all and continued to charge forward.    

    

After passing the first city wall, the first thing he saw was a ring of cities. Countless Devil Cultivator spectral cultivators were roaring, dodging the rain of arrows and retreating at the same time.    

    

After the ring of city walls, there were even more towering city walls in shock.    

    

The current Devil City was no longer the same simple city as before.    

    

Instead, it was a few cities that were stacked together. However, there were three or four defensive walls.    

    

There was still another layer after breaking through the first layer. This type of disgusting defensive method really made the attackers feel despair.    

    

But it was impossible for Lo Tian to retreat at this moment. No matter how many city walls there were, he had to brace himself and continue charging.    

    

In today's battle, if he did not retreat, then the Northwest King would win. If he lost, then the Northwest King would die.    

    

"Ah!"    

    

With a furious roar, Lo Tian continued to charge forward. On the second city wall.    

    

A ghost cultivator raised his eyes and looked at Lo Tian.    

    

"Stop!"    

    

The ghost cultivator roared furiously. Lo Tian suddenly felt the world spinning in front of him.    

    

En? There was an expert!    

    

The ghost cultivator on the city wall opened his arms. His five fingers were like claws, and his eyes were bloodshot.    

    

He was one of the Twelve Demon Heads, Illusory Demon. He was a rare genius under Fulong's command, and had always been regarded as a trump card.    

    

Today, he was in charge of guarding the second city wall. This was his killing move, the Illusory Demon Realm.    

    

This move contained a bit of mental energy attack as well as a move to confuse the soul.    

    

He wanted to give Lo Tian a good show of strength!    

    

"I got hit! Then go to hell!"    

    

Seeing Lo Tian's footsteps slow down, Illusory Demon jumped up.    

    

But before he could fly to Lo Tian.    

    

Lo Tian suddenly raised his head. A high level mental strength talent, suppressive suppression!    

    

Boom!    

    

The surrounding mental energy shook and Illusory Demon's figure suddenly stopped.    

    

The terrifying rebound of mental energy caused his body to instantly stiffen.