Chapter 279 Wind and Rain Zhaoling Mountain

"The last time I almost died in your hands, this time you are the only one left in the Yinshan people, and you are about to go to Huangquan to find your dead partner. This contrast must be very special, right? Hahahaha." The demon hunter smiled unscrupulously, and there was no existence that could pose a threat to him on Zhaoling Mountain. The two distracted monks chose to escape as early as they realized the arrival of the demon hunter, and the result was one dead and one seriously injured.

The aura all over his body was imprisoned, and the spirit body of the black sickle fell into weakness. With his rapid progress these days, coupled with his innate physical advantages, the black sickle should not have been so vulnerable. Unfortunately, he faced the demon hunter in the combined period. No matter how many advantages he had, he appeared in front of absolute power. Powerless and pale." Who said it must be me who died today? After a while, a fire from the heart of the earth hit you directly. You have to see the Lord of Hell earlier than me!"

It's not that his mouth is hard. The black sickle just doesn't want to put on a pitiful appearance before he dies. There are no bastards, let alone people who are afraid of death. Even if his black sickle dies today, he will have to die hard and achieve the legend of the ambition of Yinshan!

"Very good, are you still stubborn? I have decided to torture you well before killing you, so that you can understand the end of being my enemy! You guys, go to find the unearthed treasure. All the people on this mountain are limited by me, and no one will disturb your actions. The demon hunter has long regarded himself as the leader of the demon generals. According to his strength, he is indeed qualified, but for some reason, the fantasy demons are fond of the fallen sky, but he refuses to replace the leader of the demon generals.

He turned around and left without saying a word. He believed that the demon hunter had this strength. The masters of the divine period on the mountain have been defeated. The remaining small fish and shrimp are busy dealing with the fire of the earth and are not afraid at all. Instead of worrying that the demon hunters can't do his promise, it is better to find the strange treasure that may have been unearthed quickly. , to avoid making more mistakes in the long night dream. There are also succubuses, white cranes and mad demons who leave with the fallen sky. They also don't like the overly arrogant guy who hunt demons.

The fire in the center of the earth is still gushing, rising crazily like a fountain. If you are not careful, you will be destroyed by the burning gods. After entering the distraction period, the monks are better. They can rely on the strong true power to form a barrier from the inside out to resist the attack of the strong fire force. Unfortunately, none of the distracted monks on this mountain can still stand, and the remaining monks can't join hands to fight against the enemy even if they are afraid of this group of powerful demons.

The continuous pressure acts on the black sickle's body, almost breaking every inch of his body, but every time at the most critical time, the black sickle constantly feels the huge pressure. It's like Prometheus, who stole the kindling of fire, endured the pain of his heart day after year. The black sickle was also tough. He suffered from such severe pain. His whole body had been wet with sweat and said nothing.

The hunter's face gradually became gloomy, and he did not see the expected black sickle's begging for mercy, and even the painful performance was reduced as much as possible, which made the hunter unable to satisfy his perverted sense of superiority. The power in his hand suddenly changed, and the overwhelming pressure was applied to the black sickle's hand. Looking at the black sickle curled up in pain, the demon hunter's face showed a crazy smile again.

People who are still alive mostly focus on self-bao and try their best to avoid the fire of the heart of the earth. A few people who are not afraid of death are still trying to find strange treasures. At the same time, they have to keep a distance from the demon generals. Otherwise, it will not be better to accidentally hit the fire of the earth than to hit the fire of the earth. How much. The demon generals have already dispersed and tried their best to observe the changes in each piece of land in Zhaoling Mountain. Once there is any wind and grass, they will be able to find it as soon as possible.

No one noticed that not far from the black sickle, a plain pestle on Hu Ji's waist, which was also weak, was emitting an extremely weak red light, and this red light was surprisingly similar to the vision on Zhaoling Mountain, as if it were a force from the same place, but it was cut into two large and two small. Part.

"It's almost done, let's end your life now! It's really funny that the humble spirit tries to be my enemy!" The murderous intention was revealed in the eyes of the demon hunter, and the strong murderous spirit exploded, and an invisible pressure enveloped the 100-meter area centered on him, in which he was the supreme existence. Everything is going according to the expectation of the demon hunter. As long as he gently drives the power in his body and gives a fatal blow to the black sickle, today's trip has been successfully completed for him. But the world can't fulfill people's wishes, let alone he is not even a human being?

"Roar!" A low roar was like a torrent that shook the earth, low and far away, hitting everyone's heart, and the whole Zhaoling Mountain trembled, as if an invisible force was involved in this historic mountain. All people did not know what had happened, and the demon generals, including the demon hunters, stopped at their hands, because they also felt the powerful power contained in the low roar.

His mind almost exploded, and countless pictures filled it, and familiar voices jumped in front of him. At this moment, Hu Ji's brain was like an old projector, playing high-tech products with superpower. While barely carrying out, the overloaded part was constantly tormenting him. The body was cleaned by a violent force, which almost split Hu Ji, and the pestle on his waist was still shining red, but this red light was much more dazzling than at the beginning!

"I am Zhu Rong, and the one who blocks me will die!" After holding his head and shaking for a long time, Hu Ji finally stopped being strange. I don't know when his face turned red, which reminded people of Second Master Guan in the Three Kingdoms period. The majesty in his eyes is self-evident, and Hu Ji's body exudes unshakable power. The eight simple words seemed to come from the bottom of Huji's heart and from the distant sky. Even Huji himself couldn't figure out why he said it so naturally.

The interest of demon hunting was swept away, which made me very unhappy. Now I can't help but be angry and funny when I see a defeated general pretending to be a ghost. A black thunder ball in his hand is rapidly condensing. Zhu Rong? Hahaha, if you are the ancient god of fire, I am the ancient god of thunder! Split eight thunderstorms, get it!" The black thunderball in the hunter's hand soared several times in an instant, and the sound of cutting through the air made people shudder.

The split eight thunderstorms almost drained the thunder power within dozens of miles. It seems to be very powerful, but the actual power is actually better. The cultivation of demon hunting itself has advanced rapidly for some special reasons and has surpassed the forest river. The blow under anger is enough to collapse the mountain and crack the rocks and raze a small hill directly to the ground. It can't be said that Hu Ji's strong and limited body is. I'm afraid that even if Lin He is here today, his body, meridians and heart have been greatly refined, and he dare not take it.

"The light of rice grains also dares to compete for glory, eight wild thunder and fire secrets, explosion!" Hu Ji's body seemed to have another soul, directing him to make a different tone, a different look in the past, and a strong power different from the past! Hu Ji's hands quickly formed a complex fingerprint, which was a fingerprint that the monks had never seen before. As we all know, the more complex the fingerprints are, and the power behind them is also huge, but the preparation required for complex gestures is often very long. The completion of profound and complex fingerprints in a very short time is a powerful symbol of a master who has been immersed in ** skills for a lifetime.

A red and blue thunderfire collided fiercely with the unparalleled thunderball. The red light and blue light blended with each other and burst, and the rising wind almost broke through the sky. Fortunately, there was a thick red cloud that covered Zhaoling Mountain, otherwise I'm afraid it could be the remnants of the scattered explosion. Destroy the monks all over the mountain.

The hunter covered the huge blood hole in his chest with one hand, and his pale one-handed hand supported the ground, looking embarrassed. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the bursting sound of the sky. No one noticed that the thunderfire not only offset the thunderball of the demon hunter, but also passed through the blockade of the thunderball, leaving shocking scars on his chest at an unexpected speed. How, how can it be, how did you gain such a powerful power in such a short time? No, it's impossible!" The hunter roared hysterically, and the crazy look was frightening.

The red light on Hu Ji's face gradually faded and restored his original face. The pestle in his hand was held in his hand, like a majestic god. I know, so it's like this, hehe, demon hunting, my previous life has given me strength, and the resentment of this life has come. I'm afraid it's you who will die today!" The pestle in Hu Ji's hand was inserted into the ground by him, and then a huge force kept pouring out from the inside of Zhaoling Mountain, and the whole mountain could burst at any time.

"Old man, come out. I'm awake. You and I have been separated for so many years. It's time to get together again." Hu Ji had an indifferent smile on his face and spoke slowly, as if he had regained his previous calm. Only Huji himself knows best that the changes he has taken at this moment are not visible to ordinary people with the naked eye.

Zhaoling Mountain shook violently, and the land under Huji's feet began to slowly separate, forming uneven cracks, and Huji and the pestle floated in the air, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, the surrounding air condensed briefly, and the world near Zhaoling Mountain fell into absolute silence, and a touch of red rushed to the sky from the cracked ground!

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First update, I'm sorry, it's a little late to upload.