Chapter 607 scuffle
Even in the eyes of the beaver, the red ink is just a small bug, a small bug that is not worth caring about, but when the lightning gun hundreds of meters long appeared, the beaver unconsciously noticed the red ink.
Human!
The hatred flashed in the eyes of the beaver. In the final analysis, the last time the beaver was beaten and almost disappeared, which was the result of the joint efforts of human beings. After all, for human beings, such an unstable bomb is too harmful. And because of that unpleasant experience, the beaver can be said to be very resentful to human beings. If it weren't for his special life form, it would probably not even have the possibility of reappearing, and it would definitely be the end of a complete fall.
In fact, it is rare for Hongmo to be so publicized, but there is nothing we can do. The difference in the size of the two is too big. Compared with the original thunder and lightning gun of Hongmo, it is estimated to be similar to a needle. Even if it pierces the civet, it is estimated that it will only hurt like this.
[Death Grievance • Ghost Night]!
The resentment against human beings in his heart made the beaver use a big move without hesitation. The virtual shadows of countless humans and animals suddenly gushed out around him. These virtual shadows were like real resentful spirits, flying and twisting, and then connected together, forming all kinds of terrible ghosts, and constantly rushed towards the red ink.
As soon as these ghosts appeared, the whole sky suddenly became dark, as if they had entered the night.
Countless ghosts followed the beaver and rushed towards the red ink. After touching these ghosts, those trees completely collapsed silently and became countless powders. Red ink can clearly find that not only these withered trees, but also those inanimate objects such as stones that block in front of ghosts are also completely turned into powder like weathering.
The red ink eyes condensed, the holy garment, spiritual shield, spiritual barrier, 64-digit matrix simulation in the body... All the messy defenses are turned on.
At the same time, the red ink disappeared directly in the air, and the whole person completely turned into a flash of lightning, integrated into the long gun, and stabbed directly towards the civet.
There is no fancy at all. It's such a straight thorn. Hongmo doesn't have much experience in dealing with this kind of large ancient warcraft, but Hongmo can also judge it more or less. There is no doubt that it has no effect on such a big guy. What he wants is such a direct attack without fancy.
"Die!" The beaver's eyes began to shine, as if he had seen the moment when the red ink was completely annihilated.
At this time, Hongmo has also completely put aside the problem of hot blood, and all the spirit has been integrated into the body, just for this time. The red ink integrated into the whole body began to emit crystal light from the body, as if the whole person was transforming.
[Reintention • Reinforcement]!
It's a lot to say, but from the beaver rushing over to the red ink counterattack, it was just a moment, and the two collided with each other in an instant. A large lightning gun about several hundred meters long and the claws of the beaver suddenly hit each other. The real resentment on the civet's claws suddenly stiffened with the thunder and lightning spear. However, it can be clearly found that with the flow of the law on the long gun, the breath of resentment is being broken through.
Damn it!
The beaver's body was slightly sideways, and his claws were patted, and the long gun was deflected. Hongmo couldn't control this huge force at all. He was involuntarily patted by this paw, and then the long spear stroked along the side of the beaver. The long gun scratched the side of the beaver, and the resentment like a shell on the beaver's body suddenly hissed harshly.
As soon as Hong Mo heard this hissing, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his whole body suddenly shook.
[Death Grievance • Ghost Claw]!
The civet's small eyes were shining, and its claws were raised again. Countless ghosts were shrouded in the claws and patted the red ink heavily. There was no explosion or sound. The beaver's claws seemed to have been patted into tofu. It easily left a deep claw print on the ground. At the edge of the claw print, there were wisps of black smell.
Oh no!
The three people suddenly thumped. Hong Mo is the owner of the Red Devil Hall. Now the ancient Warcraft is still cooperating with the Red Devil Hall. If Hong Mo dies... Not to mention this, the attitude of the Red Devil Hall towards the ancient Warcraft alone makes this group of big guys satisfied, not discriminate, not flattered, just like treating the same intelligent life. They rarely feel this attitude in human beings. It can be said that the Red Devil Hall and the Ancient Warcraft are friends!
[Prystal Rock • Heavy Cannon]!
[Prison Fire • Star Fall]!
The bully and the disaster have taken advantage of this moment to react and launched an unreserved attack on the beaver. The huge crystal column pulled up from under the beaver's body and heavy on the beaver's stomach. On the top of the beaver's head, there was also a large fireball like a planet.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Suddenly, there was a scream in the beaver's mouth, and then the huge crystal heavy cannon collided with the prison Mars. Just like a comet hitting the earth, it burst again with a bang. The violent waves swept everything away. After the prison Mars fell and exploded, black flames splashed everywhere, and even the rocks on the ground were completely melted, and countless red magma kept flowing.
At this time, the snake shadow also got rid of the resentment entangled around the body and fell beside the bully and the disaster. The three stared solemnly at the center of the explosion and were cautiously alert.
The beaver will never die because of this attack. It is estimated that it will be a little injured, but it is hard to say.
Sure enough, the civet jumped out of the center of the explosion in an instant, with a burning prison fire on its body. The black prison fire was firmly attached to the beaver's body like bone marrow, constantly burning. On the beaver's body, the black breath of resentment and the prison fire resisted, making a harsh hiss.
From the slightly embarrassed movements of the civet, it can be seen that the one that had the greatest impact on him was the domineering crystal heavy cannon.
No!
The claws used by the civet to pat the red ink have curled up together, constantly dripping black blood. Sure enough, the beaver didn't care about the three people at all, but stared solemnly at the big pit where the prison fire was burning and the magma was surging. The three people also looked over at the same time, and then saw a figure rising from the magma.
On the body of the red ink, countless black ghosts are devouring the body of the red ink, mainly the left body part, which is basically completely occupied by these ghosts.
[Heart • Burning]!
A transparent flame suddenly broke out on the body of the red ink. This flame seemed to have the effect of restraining these ghosts. It didn't take long to drive these ghosts to the left arm. But at this time, Hongmo felt weak for a while and seemed to be difficult to follow.
Hong Mo's eyes were blood-red. He glanced at the ghost that was grabbing his left arm and swallowing it. He grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand and suddenly exerted his strength. With a sneer, Hongmo directly tore off his left arm and threw it into the burning fire. As soon as these ghosts fell into the prison fire, they immediately let out a harsh scream. Before long, they were directly submerged in the black prison fire with the left arm of the red ink.
After all this, the red ink's left shoulder muscle twisted, and a new blood-stained arm grew out. Hong Mo moved his newly grown arm, clenched his fist, and looked at the civet again.
"Hahahaha, it's really interesting, human, you surprised me, sign up!" The beaver's black eyes looked at Hong Mo, smiled wildly, and suddenly asked.
"Red Devil Hall - Red Ink!" Hongmo said a sentence without being humble or arrogant.
"Red ink, I remember, then, you go to hell!" Before the words fell, the beaver's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious and rushed to the red ink again. This time, before the beaver's attack did not arrive, a huge 'potential' pressed on the red ink's body.
However, this time, the attack of the civet is destined not to be so smooth. The bully and the three people have been ready for a long time. This time, there will be no hesitation, and the same tyrannical attack will be launched at the same time. The sky and the earth were suddenly torn apart, and the four huge figures and savage scuffled together.
Hongmo did not continue to participate in such a battle, but retreated to one side and silently operated his spiritual power to speed up the recovery of the body. Just now, the civet's claw almost smashed the red ink. Fortunately, the red ink's body is relatively special, and the speeding regeneration ability is good. Otherwise, the red ink will lose its combat effectiveness in this way. Moreover, the power of mind seems to restrain each other with the resentful breath of the beaver, otherwise the result is really hard to say.
It's really unlucky. How could I suddenly meet this guy here?
Hong Mo complained in his heart and couldn't help thinking about countermeasures. But at this time, Hong Mo's eyes suddenly became confused, and his pupils gradually began to change, gradually becoming an eye that human beings could never have. At this time, in the sea of red ink consciousness, the huge eye also suddenly opened, and countless huge blood vessels have invaded the sea of consciousness of red ink like tentacles. In the demon city, the huge demon has also been bound by these blood vessels and slowly pulled in the direction of his eyes.
The uneasy factor in the red ink suddenly broke out at this time!
The four beavers who fought together did not notice the change of red ink until the red ink looked up again. At this time, the red ink eyes rotated slowly like a whirlpool. The corners of the red ink's mouth cracked, revealing a silent and ferocious smile. His tongue stretched out like a snake and licked his lips.
At this time, Amos, who was chasing Hongmo and their tracks, had received the following notification again and knew the battle on the mainland of Luzhou. Looking at the four horrible ancient warcrafts fighting together, Amos showed a lost look.
"What else is interesting? It's not interesting at all. This chaotic situation is not good at all." The sky dragon Omodora slowly flew through the sky, obviously flying over countless broken cities, but those bone demons and planetary consciousness splits seemed to look at the sky dragon.
At this time, Guoguo trembled all over and woke up from practice.
Looking at the broken arm of the corpse on the ground, Guoguo felt a burst of fear. This is what she has just practiced. Her mind has been greatly affected. Do she really want to practice? Suddenly, Guoguo stood up and looked into the distance, with doubts on his face.
In that direction, there is a deep and heavy bloody resentment. In essence, it is countless times stronger than her now, which is simply the gap between the bright moon and the fireflies.
Who is it!