Chapter 197 Bloody Night

The great magic power launched by three people and one beast disturbed the true fluctuation of a hundred miles, and the sound of hurricanes resounded everywhere. The sharp sound of a bolt from the clear sky shattered the tranquility of the night, as if it were a volcanic eruption. The rolled up debris covered the whole sky, leaving the cold night nowhere to vent, and the only connection with the world was broken into two parts.

It is difficult for people to open their eyes. There are debris swept up by the strong wind everywhere. Dozens of feet high peaks are cut off, the long rivers are drained, hundreds of trees are absorbed by vitality, and the living things in the mountains and forests are constantly decreasing sharply. In the blink of an eye, this originally vibrant mountain forest has become In an empty place of death, the cold air prevailed. And all this is just a prelude to the beginning of the war.

The long ruler exploded several times in the most violent place of Zhenyuan. A mysterious magic weapon was directly blown into waste in the Zhenyuan explosion caused by the three divine monks. Before the overflowing Zhenyuan could do anything, it was swallowed up by the violent Zhenyuan whirlpool and turned into part of it.

The seven soul-eating formula supports the sharpest offensive of floating butchers. Even Hong Laojiu's extremely strong and thick earth formula is a little difficult. If it hadn't been for Hong Laojiu's abundant Zhenyuan, which was not inferior to the floating butcher, and had the same strong body, I'm afraid he would have been in the first few offensives of floating slaughterers long ago. In the middle of the battle.

Mr. Xiaoyao's fan covered the bright moon and cut off the cold air that the floating butcher kept sucking. It finally failed to form another magic skill and died. The palms of his hands clenched, his fingers clucked, and the murderous spirit in Mr. Xiao's hand soared in an instant, like a sharp cut to kill people, locking the neck of the floating butcher from afar.

The ghost elephants turned into all kinds of demons. If it can be free enough to resist Mr. Xiaoyao or one of Hong Laojiu, unfortunately, the white deer is a natural monster nemesis, and the magic spirit of the demon elephant is swallowed up by it. It can only barely rely on the sincere demonized body to fight with the white deer, and the magic spirit is getting weaker and weaker.

On the other hand, its situation is not much better. After all, there is only the cultivation of the spiritual elixir period, and even if it can swallow the magic gas transformed by the paganic period, it is difficult to carry such a huge scale. The white complexion has turned dark gray, and the change continues. I don't know how much it will last.

The continuous true power of Futu's butchers instilled the power to maintain the power of the seven spirits, forcing Hong Laojiu to be a little embarrassed. On the other hand, he also has to take into account the strange offensive of Mr. Xiaoyao. He is not used any magic as a medium, but is actually a monk who fights with the flesh! The floating butcher's body was entangled with black gas, resisting the erosion of Mr. Xiaoyao. Several places of black gas fell, and Mr. Xiaoyao could immediately seize the gap and attack the weak place.

The black gas of the floating butcher was broken in many places, and there were several bloody wounds on his body. You should know that although the floating butcher did not practice the unbad body like several high monks of Buddhism, his body is also close to the realm of Dacheng, and there are only a few ways to hurt him. No one would have thought that Mr. Xiaoyao could do this with his skinny hands.

"Drink!" The floating butcher's arms burst out at an amazing speed, clenching Mr. Xiaoyao's left arm like crab's pliers, and then the strength between his palms continued to increase, crushing Mr. Xiaoyao's left bone. If Hong Laojiu hadn't launched the thick soil condensation formula to block the space of the floating butcher, I'm afraid Mr. Xiaoyao's other arm would not have been spared.

"Hmm." Mr. Xiaoyao hummed and retreated. When the floating butcher fought on the three sides, he could still spare his strength and smash his arm bones, which was indeed beyond Mr. Xiaoyao's expectation. However, Mr. Xiaoyao only changed his face slightly and did not show too much panic. From this point of view, his inner tenacity is not inferior to the other two.

For the time being forced back Mr. Xiaoyao, the pressure of the floating butcher was greatly reduced, and he immediately went all out against Hong Laojiu. Once hit by the seven souls, the wound will immediately reveal the white bones. If the same person is hit seven times, the soul in the body will be pulled away. Even if Yuanying is repaired, it is also useful. Losing the soul is equivalent to losing the command power to control the brain, and all that is left is a skin bag.

Five white bones have been exposed on Hong Laojiu's body. If he is accidentally hit twice, his life will come to an end. Hong Laojiu, who is usually cautious, would choose to strike anyway and retreat. But today he can't, because he promised a person, so he must be thorough and risk his life to do it!

The debris wrapped the floating butcher again, and countless earth Yuanli was aiming at the floating butcher and sticking up like crazy. Like a snowball, the floating butcher's body formed an increasingly large piece of soil, which was also mixed with withered flowers and plants, broken into several trees. With this free time, the white deer can finally take a breath.

The soil is getting bigger and bigger, which makes Hong Laojiu see a glimmer of victory and seems to be able to win? This idea just flashed in Hong Laojiu's mind and could not take up much weight. Hong Laojiu did not believe that the momentum of the floating butcher's previous great progress would be defeated on this small condensed earth formula. Of course, the power of the small condensed earth formula above Hong Laojiu also has also made a qualitative leap.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, as Hong Laojiu expected, the floating butcher could never be defeated so easily. The thick soil was barely destroyed by the overflowing power of the floating butcher, and the domineering power shocked the white deer who was peeping aside into a serious injury, like a monster with unstable power. The floating slaughterman raised his hand. The power shown between the feet also contains the same instability. At the same time, he began to have a hard time dealing with Dogo's opponent and letting the floating butcher control his own power. He simply completely let go of all the shackles and swallowed the power of destruction like a wild beast.

Since the fierce battle, Hong Laojiu has not used his real skills, which is also the fast spread by the outside world! He doesn't know what he will use, so he is always waiting. Even if he is killed without waiting, he will never complain, because there is only one chance of killing. If he waits, there is hope for a global victory.

There was no trace left. Hong Laojiu moved to the floating butcher almost instantly. He had an extra nail in his hand, a dark brown nail like earth and stone. From the beginning of the earth and stone fragments wrapped in the floating butcher, Hong Laojiu was ready for this blow. He held his breath and entered a state of concentration. At this moment, he was not the three scattered Hong Laojiu, but a dangerous beast. At the moment when the buoyator hurt Bai Lu, Hong Laojiu moved. He had never been so fast in his life. He believed that it was impossible to survive this time and do so fast again, as if he had confused time and space. The dark brown nail in Hong Laojiu's hand pierced the left chest fiercely in his fingers. There is a beating heart, which is also a fatal place for monks.

The pupil contracted rapidly, and the floating butcher couldn't believe that he looked at the nail that went into his chest and the little dark red blood overflowed. The first thought that flashed in his mind was not pain, but to admit Hong Laojiu's reputation. He was indeed very fast. However, the floating butcher did not die like this. The two fists that gathered the power of the seven spirits, mixed with the fierce momentum of breaking the air, hit Hong Laojiu's temple fiercely.

As if he had lost his eyesight, ears, ears, nose, and tactile nerves, Hong Laojiu slowly fell down like a bleak dead leaf. His world is losing color until it falls into an endless darkness, and all the scenes that were once active in front of him disappeared. The wind gradually faded away, and until the end of the world could no longer find its trace. Whether it was pleasant or annoying, he said goodbye to Hong Laojiu.

Along his cheeks, blood flowed all over Hong Laojiu's body. While his body fell, one foot had stepped into the changing ghost gate. For the first time, Hong Laojiu felt that he was so close to death that he could step into the silent mysterious world by raising his feet. Knowing that he was bound to die, Hong Laojiu was not afraid, but vaguely relieved. At least, I tried my best, little nephew, uncle, I'm going to go first.

"Little Lin He, you saved my little nephew Hu Ji once. This time, I gave up my life to save you as if I had the right to pay off your friendship. Hahahaha, I can fight with Futu in this life, and I have no regrets." Hong Laojiu used up the last bit of life in his body and shouted out this tragic last words. Suddenly, Hong Laojiu felt that he was not at a loss this time. Although he lost his life, he returned other people's feelings and fought fiercely with the peerless master. Although he could not defeat him in the end, it was also his wish.

"Huji?" While Lin He's consciousness gradually recovered, confidence related to this name flashed in his mind. At the foot of Xifang Mountain, the corpses are driven away, and the earth is gloomy. Several keywords formed the picture completed in Lin He's mind. Hu Ji was the little apprentice of the corpse driver who he rescued together with Jiang Yuanchen and Sheng He that day. However, Hu Jiming is just an ordinary corpse driver who doesn't know any magic. Why can he have something to do with Hong Laojiu, one of the three scattered practitioners in the real world?

With puzzlement in his heart, Lin He still stood up and bowed deeply in the direction of Hong Laojiu's fall. Senior, you can rest assured that I, Lin He, will definitely not let Hu Ji suffer any damage in his lifetime. Have a good journey. The firm voice echoed in the valley, as if a powerful hammer was constantly chiseling.

Hong Laojiu's last vitality made him hear Lin He's words clearly, and the purpose of his last words was thanked by Lin He. Presumably the safety of Huji's little nephew will be guaranteed in the future, right? The catastrophe is coming, and no one can stay out of the matter. The rest depends on their own creation. Hong Laojiu's body gradually became cold, and his soul left his body. Finally, he looked at the dark night scene and disappeared.

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Second update, 365 days a year, how many days can you maintain a full and positive state? Or is it full of otaku and plain?