Chapter 152 Xiao Lengdu Robbery
Haisen, outside the temple, the tall figure of the blood unicorn stood there, staring at the door of the temple, feeling the continuous transmission of the temple, and his eyes were full of piety.
Long Yun's departure could sense that he was a friend of the little master, so the blood unicorn did not stop him.
And from Longyun's body, the blood unicorn felt a breath that made it palpitate, which was a kind of pressure from the blood, which made it unable to help but worship.
While secretly guessing Long Yun's identity, he was also a little worried about the little master. This time, he accepted the family inheritance in the temple, and he didn't know where he could go.
"Wow--" On the temple, a huge breath suddenly permeated, and a huge mushroom cloud flew up to the sky, which was completely condensed by a special breath.
is not power, nor is it aura. This breath, with a high divine power, is the breath of killing. As it rises, the color of the mushroom cloud gradually turns blood red.
The boundless killing appeared in the mushroom cloud, as if it came from the battlefield of ancient times, and there was a bloodthirsty killing atmosphere everywhere.
The blood unicorn's eyes stared at the mushroom cloud, showing a trace of excitement and joy, looking up to the sky and roaring through the sky!
"Hung--" dark clouds rolled, and in an instant, a dark cloud enveloped the mushroom cloud in an instant, confronting the bloody mushroom cloud without mercy.
Soo, the dark cloud gradually turned into blood, red and red, and even the lightning conceived in the dark clouds turned into enchanting bright red.
Cross the disaster! This is a symbol of the arrival of the disaster. Only those who have reached the realm of disaster can attract the power of the disaster. The dark cloud is the cloud of the disaster that carries the thunder disaster.
but I don't know why it will turn into blood red.
"Kka!" Thunder and lightning dance, a huge bloody lightning shuttled down from the dark cloud and hit directly on the mushroom cloud. The mushroom blood cloud did not seem to dare to show weakness, and the huge fan became more and more solidified.
The bloody lightning hit the top of the mushroom cloud's head fiercely and made a shocking roar. The lightning dissipated the mushroom blood cloud and dissipated, revealing a firm and upright figure.
This figure is Xiao Leng. At this moment, he stood on the top of the remaining mushroom blood cloud, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, and his eyes became colder and colder.
"Boom--" The second blood cloud fell, and countless rays of light flew up into the sky and turned into rolling waves of anger, roaring in the wind, and the bloody lightning rolled and boiling, as if to crush everything that dared to provoke its majesty.
Xiao Leng looked at the lightning approaching and said slightly: "The essence of killing is not only killing, but also why it is killed. Some people are for greed, some people are for lovers, but I am just killing! My way is killing. In my world, there is only the way of killing, which can't be simulated by natural disasters. Break it!"
Xiao Leng suddenly raised his hand, and an invisible murderous spirit permeated. The murderous spirit seemed to solidify, turning into a huge knife light, cut out through the air, and collided with the roaring bloody lightning!
"Boom--" The world lost its color, and the bloody shock wave spread wildly around, gradually turning into red stars and floating between heaven and earth.
Xiao Leng stood in the wind, with a faint electric snake flowing around him, and a trace of red blood appeared at the corners of his mouth.
My way of killing is still not perfect, otherwise this time, it will be a complete victory, and unlike now, my meridians have also suffered some damage.
Xiao Leng looked down at the temple. Only he knew that the real situation in the temple was a statue. The statue was holding a long blood-colored knife, but stood there without any movement, but the murder was daring.
He quietly observed the statue for a long time. Later, under the reminder of the sword of killing, he felt the gap of the way of killing and realized this peerless way of heaven from the statue.
And the baptism of the killing statue directly soared to the realm of disaster, triggering the disaster!
If you don't have a killing sword, you will definitely not open your sense of murder, nor will you enter this artistic conception. Of course, your cultivation will not be so increased.
Thinking of Wan Killing Sword, Xiao Leng thought of Long Yun, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a trace of warmth. He really didn't know how much he owed him unconsciously.
Almost every time he was in trouble, it was he who helped. I don't know when Long Yun became the only friend in his heart and the only trustworthy person.
As he thought about it, the third lightning suddenly fell. Xiao Leng frowned and waved his one hand at the temple. The blood-colored knife in the hand of the temple statue suddenly buzzed and trembled.
Immediately, he took off the hands of the stone statue and flew up into a long rainbow. The endless blood-red light crushed around him crazily, and the murderous spirit at the bottom of Xiao Leng's heart was completely ignited.
He poked out, grabbed the handle of the advocated knife, waved a knife, and the blood-colored waves churled, and the murderous atmosphere tore the surrounding space apart.
"Killing knife, from now on, I will not humiliate the glory you once created with your ancestors!" Xiao said coldly, his voice was not loud, but he was resolute.
The killing knife seemed to feel Xiao Leng's intention, and the knife body buzzed!
"Okay, since you haven't fought for a long time, today I will join hands with you to fight with heaven and earth, and let the way of killing come back to the world!" Xiao said coldly.
The pride penetrated the sky! He held the handle of the knife in both hands, and his body and mind merged with the killing knife in his hand in an instant.
At this moment, Xiao Leng's emanating is exactly the meaning of the knife, which is the same feeling as the sword meaning that Long Yun felt, and Xiao Leng actually felt the meaning of the knife.
His sword intention is the transformation of the way of killing, so it also has a trace of cold atmosphere, which is the same as Long Yun, but Long Yun's sword intention has formed a sacred atmosphere because of the infection of blood power.
"Kill God's anger, slaughter the world!" Xiao Leng's eyes merged with the killing knife, and a dazzling knife soared out, straight 20 feet away, cut down crazily angrily, and collided with the third lightning.
"Boom--" Xiao Leng touched a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body seemed to have been electrocuted. The bloody thunder and lightning transmitted through the killing knife rushed into his body crazily.
Xiao Leng smiled angrily, which actually stimulated the murderous spirit in his body and condensed those bloody lightning into his body. He was refining his body with the help of the power of bloody lightning.
It was not until all the lightning was refined that Xiao Leng slowly opened his eyes. The power of thunder in the disaster is undoubtedly the best way to quench his body.
People who only do not transition to the disaster are very careful when dealing with the natural disaster. Who dares to attract thunder into the body so directly and refine the flesh? Yan Qingqing is a monster, and Xiao Leng is undoubtedly a monster.
With a long sigh of relief, Xiao Leng's face has returned to normal. After the quenching of blood and lightning, the strength of his body has increased dozens of times. Although it is not as good as Long Yun now, it is not far away.
The cloud gradually dispersed, and Xiao Leng did not lead to the fourth thunderstorm. After the triple thunderstorm, the cloud dissipated!
"Roar--" The blood unicorn raised its four hoofs, jumped into the air, and came to Xiao Leng. Looking at the blood-colored knife in Xiao Leng's hand, he actually lowered his body, as if he were kneeling down.
Xiao Leng's arm turned into a light and integrated into his body. He reached out and patted the big head of the blood unicorn and said loudly, "Blood unicorn, now I have been baptized by the temple and awakened the bloodline of the family in my body. Let's go to Longyun first and then discuss how to revenge!"
The blood unicorn seemed to understand his words and nodded his huge head to signal Xiao Leng to sit on its back.
Xiao Leng was not humble. He stepped on the blood unicorn, one beast, turned into a blood-colored light, and quickly disappeared in place!
At this moment, night has gradually come down in a small town. Yan Qingqing sat cross-legged in the inn, listening to the noise of drinking and chatting between Chen Chang and others in his ears, and her beautiful face flashed with a trace of struggle.
"Brother, where the hell are you! If something really happens, I will ask these people to bury you together, including me!" Yan Qingqing said quietly.