Chapter 12 Believe in the second article

The blood color is boundless.

Countless bloody ghosts came to my face, with a stinging roar, which made people's hearts break.

Sadness, sadness, killing............

Countless negative emotions poured in, and it seemed that there was no residue left to devour Wu Pengwei's soul.

At the same time, the sad ghost crying wolf howl seemed to be a soul song from hell. Countless huge white skeletons broke out of the ground. Some of them held weapons, and some were tiger or leopard skeletons. The shapes were different, but without exception, scarlet light was dragged out of the dark eyes.

Bloodthirsty and scarlet flame.

These huge white skeletons rushed over like wild bees. Unlike bloody ghosts, they have real forms, which will bring huge physical damage.

The ghost is responsible for the spiritual level, while the white bone is the physical form.

There are two forms of damage.

I have to say that the power of the blood witch is indeed powerful and weird.

Wu Pengwei invaded the blood, and the boundless sadness swallowed him up. For no reason, his heart was full of sadness. In the face of the bloody ghost and cruel white bones, the only thing he wanted to do was to give up resistance and life.

So that the right hand of the Red Army was slightly loosened.

There are too many negative feelings in life in the bloody ghost, which evokes Wu Pengwei's painful childhood experience, and his heart is silent.

At this moment, the silver light man suspended in his mind suddenly opened his eyes and burst out a ruthless light.

In an instant, a layer of silver light appeared in Wu Pengwei's heart.

These lights and fires are just like the yellow spring fire in hell, which will burn away the negative feelings in a single finger.

At this time, the attack of the white bone has arrived.

Wu Pengwei suddenly drew his sword, and the sword momentum brought a domineering "red fire and mad gold spirit". The slender blade was like plum blossoms blooming in the cold wind, transforming countless golden sword shadows, sweeping away the white bones all over the sky.

The golden flame cracked, and the white bones turned into ashes.

"Okay, it's not bad to kill that fool Mu Hexin. There is some material."

In the blood color, countless fog condensed together, showing the slender and sword-like body.

He stepped on the ground and snapped his fingers. Countless white bone tips pierced the ground, intertwined and turned into a huge white bone seat.

Feng Moli sat on the white bone seat, raised his legs, and an elegant smile appeared on his long and narrow pale face.

"Generally speaking, if the person who practices martial arts does not reach the realm of the master, it is difficult to resist spiritual attacks. You only have the realm of thousands of people, but you can block my 'blood soul song', which is a little interesting." Feng Moli waved his hand. In the bloody fog, two slender wind whirlwinds were forming, turning into two bloody graceful figures, each holding a wine pot and a wine glass made of amber, half kneeling in front of Feng Moli.

"You have such magical power, why do you have to work for Anchen? I don't understand. With your ability, you don't need to obey anyone's orders.

Wu Pengwei stood with a sword, as quiet as water.

Feng Moli smiled and picked up the maid holding the kettle beside the glass and filled the glass. What was ripps was not the yellowish wine, but the blood-red **.

Raise your glass and drink it all.

"Ah, human blood is really the most delicious thing, with infinite power." Feng Moli narrowed his eyes slightly and then looked at Wu Pengwei: "First, I have strong power, but my identity will also bring me endless pursuit. I am a quiet person. I don't like the life of publicity. The dark Chen can sweep away all my tails. Second, the dark Chen is very powerful and powerful beyond your expectations. It's not what you can imagine.

"Your luck is actually very bad." Feng Moli glanced at Wu Pengwei and continued, "Two days ago, my strength only stayed at the level of the blood witch, that is, the level of Chen 29. Unfortunately, yesterday, I happened to break through the bottleneck of the big blood witch. Now my strength can rank in the top 20 among the 100 killing stars in the dark. Therefore, there is no possibility of rettability today. I am an emotional person. You have ruined my toy 30 days. You have to pay for this pain.

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently: "With these bloody ghosts and white bones?"

Feng Mo Li laughed.

He snapped his fingers, and endless blood fog rose from him, like surging waves.

"And these."

As soon as the sound sounded, the boundless blood fog condensed into a huge ghost, which was five meters away and huge. It had no face and limbs. It was a blood mass that kept squirming. There was a dark mouth in the blood mass. Between the opening and closing, it was more than ten times that of the original "blood soul song" and suddenly spread out. It covers the whole space.

Wu Pengwei has been on guard for a long time, and the idea of life stands out. He surrounds himself into a round milky white gas mask, blocking the invisible "blood soul song". Two completely different spiritual forces collide, making a "sizzle" sound of flames and water impact, and a trace of smoke rises.

"The power of divine thoughts?" Feng Moli was a little surprised, but then he smiled strangely, "And this."

He snapped his finger again, and some of the blue and black soil on the ground suddenly cracked, and the blue and black blood differentiated from the soil and suspended in mid-air.

Countless huge white bone spikes emerged from it, wrapped the blood in it, then constantly changed and rubbed, and finally turned into a slender bloody man.

The man held two huge bone spurs and grinned sadly, revealing his teeth like jagged teeth.

"Chen 29th, did you save me?"

Feng Moli nodded and said in an indifferent tone, "What is in front of you is the enemy who killed you. Within half an hour, you can survive if you devouring his flesh and blood. Otherwise, I can't let your soul stay in this world for a while. Remember, it won't be a second later."

"Don't worry, I still want to live longer."

The bloody man smiled miserably, and a blue-gray flame appeared in his dark eyes, and turned his head to look at Wu Pengwei.

Wu Pengwei's heart sank.

This bloody man is not someone else, but Chen 30 who was killed by him with a sword - Mu Hexin.

He did not know what Feng Moli had. Unexpectedly, with some dry blood, he could reshape the human soul, or pull it back into the world. What a terrible power. In the level of divine thoughts, this is the power that the Lord of "creates the world" can have.

There is only a slight difference between the two. The former is to pull back the lost soul, while the latter is to shape a new soul.

But it is undeniable that such forces are contrary to the real world.

It was not until this moment that he began to face the wind.

Six hundred years ago, the big blood witch was able to wash the world with blood and was unparalleled. It was indeed a powerful capital.

At the thought of this, Wu Pengwei no longer retained it. His body sank slightly, the long sword in his hand pointed horizontally, and the wireless murderous spirit spewed out thinly. The white skeleton of the wooden heart and soul was locked,

He wiped his fingers on the blade of the sword, and a golden fire burst out. When the fire wrapped around the tip of the sword, the ground under his feet exploded.

Wu Pengwei flew out like a cannonball.

Mu Hexin was stunned for a moment. After the return of his soul, his strength was only 40% of the past, which was only equivalent to the peak of thousands of people, and most importantly, this white bone body was not very sensitive. Compared with his own flesh and blood body in the past, it was astringent and difficult to control.

It's just a little slow.

The other party's sword came, and a little golden light was like a bean, which almost stabbed in front of his face in an instant.

If you are hit by the sword and stained with a little "red fire and mad gold", it will also turn Mu Hexin into ashes again.

Mu Hexin is a martial arts master after all. Even if this body is not very good at using, it still dodged this fierce blow.

But at this time, the space behind Muhexin was torn, and a slender and huge figure pressed down, and a flashing cyan shiny metal arm waved in the air, suddenly smashing the white skeleton of Muhexin's soul into pieces, and there was no scum left.

"Lord, it's too late to kill."

Half of him knelt in front of Wu Pengwei, his face was like iron, and his body exuded a deep pressure like a sea.

Feng Mo Li's eyebrows suddenly frowned.

"What, what other last words do you have?"

Wu Pengwei took a soft breath, and his eyes were like gurgling spring water.

Feng Moli is just a strange smile.

The blood color of the sky suddenly darkened.

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