Chapter 262 Photo into Meat Foam

[The third update, please collect, ask for tickets, ask for bricks └(^o^)┘]

Sixteen breaths of different colors are like sixteen slender divine snakes, rubbing the track that rushed out of the ground, raising their heads high, making a bow-shaped posture that is about to attack, ready to go towards the lonely Wang Wu sword on the seven-star platform.

"..." Mian Xilong roared loudly. As it jumped up in an instant, the sharp energy barrier burst, the hexagonal column suddenly turned into ashes, and the surging tsunami-like energy spiral nest instantly moved around the seven-star platform, holding it to death.

The spells recited by the sixteen undead are even more urgent, as if they have expected to lose the last wisp of divine thoughts. They try their best to recite spells at the maximum speed, change gestures, and form phantoms with their hands in advance. They can't see what kind of patterns they play. They can only feel that there are countless pure essences. Energy gushed out of them and, under the control of some mysterious spell, it turned into a panacea to promote the son of darkness.

At this moment, the dark son was almost crazy. After being seriously injured, he fell into a deep sleep. He was supposed to rest slowly and wait for Wang Wujian to provide him enough energy to continue to grow up. However, under the call of the spell, he was forced to wake up and wanted to control Wang Wujian again according to the instructions of the spell, so as to use the energy of the dead and then use it. All kinds of breaths in Wang Wujian's body.

But the fact is that even Mian Xilong and God of War and others did not realize that the breaths of the sixteen undead were turned into his own use by Wang Wujian with turbid gas, blocking his energy source. Therefore, the dark son dragged his weak body and competed with the "strong" body - Wang Wujian, even if his head broke the blood, it was useless.

Sixteen bow-shaped energy bundles launched "attacks" one after another, trying to enter Wang Wujian's body with the explosion of breaking through the void. Wang Wujian frowned. The energy contained in these sixteen energy bundles is so powerful that it even exceeds the power of the earth ghost king. It is impossible to transform so much strange qi with turbid qi in an instant. However, if these dozens of breaths are allowed to enter the body, it is bound to make the son of darkness add wings like a tiger. If you want to save it, I'm afraid it will be a daydream. The recovery speed of the son of darkness is not worse than that of the god of war. What's more, there is a jade root in his body, which is enough for any strong man who lacks aura to return to the peak state.

And the God of War on the other side finally can't stand the subtle fear in his heart. He was once defeated by the Son of Darkness. He is well aware of the horror of the Son of Darkness. Once these sixteen extremely huge beams of energy enter the body of the Wang Wu Sword, he may immediately make the Son of Dark grow to the middle stage. Although he is sure to defeat it, It is inevitable to consume a lot of energy.

It is thick and gloomy, which is enough to make the fresh flowers and plants wither in an instant. The spirit of death has become the open general and armor of Ares. The dark and thick black fog rushes like a hill, and the invisible tiles and stones on the ground are forced to scatter

"Wow..." Wang Wujian took a heavy breath and clenched the mysterious object wrapped in black cloth with his hands. His handsome and beautiful face could no longer maintain that calmness and calmness. The corners of his mouth rose, and he shouted ferociously, "If you don't succeed, you will become a ghost... Treasure mirror, it's up to you... Ah..."

chi chi...chi chi...chi chi......

More than a dozen powerful energy beams hit the mysterious objects held high with Wang Wujian's hands in a certain order. The powerful wind almost pressed Wang Wujian down from the hard jade table, and the leg bones and cervical vertebrae creaked, as if they were being compressed. I was shocked to hear it. But Wang Wujian didn't feel it at all. He was overwhelmed by the strong wind over his head and almost lost consciousness.

When the first energy beam of light fell, the ordinary black cloth instantly turned into clouds and smoke, revealing a dark round thing. If you look carefully, it is indeed a mirror, a simple mirror, but its face has been completely covered by the splashing light spots. From the outside world, it looks like Wang Wujian's brain. It's exploding.

When the last energy beam of light disappeared on the top of Wang Wujian's head, the Ares of War also came, and the strong fog of death in front of his body poofed. In the smoke, there was a pair of strange pupils as big as fists, and the ferocious eyes made the whole air still.

Wang Wujian clenched the treasure mirror with his hands, and his thick eyebrows condensed into a pimple. Two extremely hateful expressions bloomed in his eyes. A bone-to-out chill surged from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, and his whole body was paralyzed for a moment. The corners of his mouth grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, word by word, he said, "Spin...la..."

"Wo..."

A faint breath was stimulated from the mirror, without any signs, without any energy fluctuations. Just like in the dark abyss, it shot out the irresistible mysterious repulsive force. A huge figure pattern was washed out by the thick smoke. Then, the hill-like fog of death dissipated in an instant. .

"Ah...ah..." The Ares of War screamed harshly, and its figure finally appeared at this moment, but it floated quickly into the distance like a flash of lightning, as fast as Jinghong, and could not be seen at all.

"Touch..." The ground trembled slightly, as if there was a mountain falling from the sky, which shocked the distracted Wang Wujian on the seven-star platform. He trembled all over and stared and looked forward with wide eyes.

After exhausting the last beam of energy, the sixteen undead finally completed blindness. The spell incontinence immediately turned into ashes. In the impact just now, with the aftermath of violence dissipated on the ground and disappeared.

In the distance in mid-air, Mian Xilong stared at the treasure mirror in Wang Wujian's hand in shock, and then looked at the God of War flying hundreds of meters away. After a while, he was stunned and muttered to himself, "The mirror? ...How could it be in his hands? ......”

Wang Wujian took back his thoughts and looked at the treasure mirror in his hand in surprise. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak. His face and heart were also paralyzed by shock. Unexpectedly, he didn't know how to show this excitement. He couldn't help stepping forward and walking forward. The breath that belonged to the treasure mirror solidified in the air at this moment, and became To guide his way forward.

A few hundred meters away, the Ares of War smashed a big pit that was as deep as ten feet. There was no breath around the pit, and it was calm and terrible. Wang Wujian played a mouthful of saliva, holding the treasure mirror with both hands and moving forward cautiously.

In the big pit, it is terrible, and there is no awe-inspiring righteousness. The high and fierce god of war on the appearance of Shenwu, and there is no golden armor, and the magic gun. Some are just a pair of pieces mixed with flesh and blood, just like a pile of pork stirred by a meat grinder, without a piece of meat foam larger than the size of a nail cap.

"Gods?" Wang Wujian widened his pupils and couldn't believe the current tragic scene. Is it enough to starewarns the whole land of China to turn into meat foam because of a "light" of the precious mirror?