Chapter 263 Farewell
"Karala--" The red moon shattered like a jade plate without any suspense, and the overflowing red light was soon buried in the depths of the surging black light.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up in the darkness, and the electric light was deeper and colder than the black storm. It tore open the light and call the rain flag in the light.
"Bum!" The holy whip and the magic flag shook together. Bei Xixue's body was thrown up, and Mr. Sun's body couldn't help falling down involuntarily, and his legs were inserted into the permafrost layer like a javelin and almost straight to his knees!
A penitent appeared in the night like a ghost, and the black bamboo stick in his hand was as sharp as a gun and quietly stabbed the back of Mr. Chuan. It was silence.
He hid in the trebe and crossbow array like an ordinary demon warrior, and restrained all his breath. Therefore, in the fierce battle, even Mr. Sun did not notice the existence of such a top-level figure in the field. Although there is still a gap in the realm between the strength of the dead and the power of Mr. Chuansu, even the master of Nirvana is unwilling to provoke him easily because of the characteristics of the ascetic and the strange power of the evil spirit.
At this moment, he stabbed out a stick that had been unreserved for a long time, and condensed all the power and evil grudges in the black bamboo stick. There was no leakage at all, and even the breeze did not bring up a wisp!
It is said that Mr. Son is secretly awe-in, and he is eager to pull out the black bamboo stick from the frozen soil to avoid the withered silence.
Unexpectedly, as his body moved, he felt that the frozen earth under him suddenly flashed with enchanting blue light. The stars were like the rippling fire on the sea, and the sand squeezed together from all directions like a tide. The huge force suddenly condensed his body in the soil!
"The back soil cage--" There was a lightning flash in Mr. Son's mind. His left fist hammered hard on the permafrost layer and shouted harshly, "Get out!"
"Boom!" The frozen earth overturned and rushed to the high altitude on all sides like a storm. With Mr. Chuansung as the center, it suddenly presented a huge pit with a diameter of more than 30 feet and a depth of more than 5 feet.
The blazing shadow's figure was forced out of the depths of the frozen soil like a sharp arrow. His right hand held the stick of the blue night to stimulate the flying sand and aura, and condensed into a rune peak and fell down.
"Wow--" A wind shadow black snake suddenly appeared on the back of Mr. Son's son, and he took the opportunity to wrap around the thorned bamboo stick.
The silence whispered coldly, and a dead gray light burst out from the body, and then it was injected into the black bamboo stick like a stream of water.
"Bang!" The wind shadow black snake broke off like a weathered rock layer, and the black bamboo stick freed from the confinement pierced the left side of the back of Mr. Son.
Unfortunately, he was disturbed by the wind shadow black snake and finally failed to hit the back of his head.
With a "poof", the black bamboo stick pierced into Mr. Chuan's muscles.
But the feeling from the end of the stick is not so much piercing a person's body, but more like saving hard gold and iron. Mr. Chuan's back muscles contracted rapidly, which delayed and dispelled the momentum of the black bamboo stick to the greatest extent. The two forces of Peiran Moyu violently hit the saw, causing the black bamboo stick to keep arching up to form a huge arc.
"Wo!" The silence bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of black blood on the bamboo stick.
A trace of light lit up on the bamboo stick, and countless violent resentment and persistence were released, pouring into the body of Prince Son.
"How dare you hurt me?" Mr. Chuan's eyes surged with the chaotic and crazy cold light, and the Moyuan burst out thousands of sword-like black torrents from his body, and "boo-boo" penetrated the withered gray robe and hit his dry body.
"Wow--" His body was like a round of demon moon shooting thousands of black awns and rushed to the sky. The rushing torrent suddenly cut the Fushi Mountain that fell down into pieces of rubble the size of a fist, bursting around.
Bei Xixue frowned and sighed, "It's just a game. Why bother to make such a big move? It will take a lot of effort to clean it up later." The nine divine light of the holy whip condensed into a bundle, like an invincible thunderstorm gun slashing through the thorns and swung to the eyebrows of Mr. Chuan Sun.
"Go to hell!" The wound on the back of Mr. Sun was violently impacted by the violent magic gas gushing out of his body, constantly cracking and expanding, but he did not feel any pain at all. He turned his hands to call for the wind and call the rain flag to fly the holy whip.
"Bang!" The holy whip turned from rigid to soft, wrapped around the flagpole like a vine, and the divine light directly attacked Mr. Sun's arms like a rainbow.
Between the rise and fall of the rabbit, Chu Tian flashed with the help of Xumi Dongtian's body shape, and pinched it into a seal with his left hand and hit the twelve-type sky machine seal.
It is said that Mr. Sun had to distinguish another wisp of magic knowledge when he saw this, and the phantom of the ghost aura turned into a black giant spirit palm and pressed down towards the sky machine seal.
In a series of explosions, the sky-machine printing, the light and electricity flashed and shattered in the sky, and escaped from it, the nightmare, injury, shock, rest, death, separation, scattering, chaos, violence, loss, extinction, extinction... Twelve gloomy negative emotions such as mercury dripping into the body of Prince Son, as if pouring oil on the fire and the silent nightmare heart work reflect each other. A terrible power broke out.
"Uh-" It is said that Mr. Son's spiritual platform trembled, and all kinds of disturbing emotions came to affect the air, which made the whole body's magic storm around and was on the verge of getting out of control.
"Kara, Kara--" At the trance, the holy whip divine light attacked the arms of Prince Sun along the wind and the rain flag. His arms were like roasted glass, crackling golden red blood, and climbed up like earthworms.
The deep-to-bone pain made Mr. Sun's mind reflect on the waves of the spiritual platform, and his hands suddenly let go of the wind and call for the rain flag to rush to Chu Tian!
The roar of the sky is like thunder from the oblique stab, and the heavy light and shadow of the epee is like a mountain like the sea.
It is said that Mr. Son turned a blind eye to it, and the top of his head suddenly became angry. Zhang actually sacrificed his own yuan god!
"Puff!" The epee sword of Zhan Tian split into the body of Mr. Son, and the light and shadow in front of him flashed the latter's genh to fly by.
No one expected that he would give up his body to sacrifice the genital god. Even if he can successfully kill Chu Tian later, his body will definitely be dismembered by everyone.
Although the heavenly master has no worries about the explosion of the golden elixir, even if the body is damaged, as long as the yuan god does not disperse, he can still survive. But if you want to find a body that fully fits you again, it is not easy to use the secret method of seizing the magpie nest.
However, it is said that Mr. Son has completely fallen into madness, and he is not willing to admit that he will fall under Mu Chengxue's hands. You know, that coward is the well-known laughingstock of the four divine punishment families!
"Lord Mu!" Xi Ya, withered silence and others were all desperate to rush to Chu Tian, but they were delayed by the black stream released by Mr. Sun, but the whip was out of reach.
In an instant, there was a plump between Chu Tian and Mr. Chuan Sun, as if there was only a life-and-death duel between the two direct descendants of the four divine punishment families in the world.
Chu Tian's figure was still, and his spiritual platform suddenly set off a storm, awakening the sleeping magic knowledge of the underworld emperor. All kinds of memories and ideas are like the resurrected frozen soil, and the thriving spiritual buds are full and exciting in a flash to burst the spiritual platform.
Chu Tian strongly pressed the cone heart's piercing pain in his head, and his left hand hit the Type 12 sky machine seal again.
However, what is contained in the seal this time is the supreme will and immortal majesty of the Netherworld Emperor!
The flood has been boundless for thousands of years, like the resurrection of the demon king in the flashing light, and the fate is reborn.
There was an uncontrollable surprise on Mr. Son's pale and ferocious face, and his heart couldn't help trembling. Although he was the direct son of the divine punishment family, under the pressure of the demon king, he couldn't help but feel that he was so small...
When he lost his mind, he was as if he had forgotten that he was only facing Chu Tian, not the coming demon king.
"Hum!" Cangyun Yuanchen's sword flew out of Chu Tian's hand, and a kind of fairy flew through the long rainbow.
Except for Mr. Chuan and him, no one knows what happened at this moment.
Even Xi Ya, Zhan Tian and others can only vaguely guess a little clue, but they are still deeply shocked by the sudden scene in front of them.
I'm afraid that no one would have dreamed that the son of sacrificing the yuan god would be deterred by an understated seal. Even Chu Tian himself did not expect that the demon king's will combined with the heavenly seal could be as powerful as that.
Fortunately, Mr. Sun was successively hit by the magic evil heart and the heavenly machine seal. The spiritual platform has been flawed, and the thoughts of the ancestors of the wolf and demon clan contained in the holy whip made Chu Tian's adventure a great success. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for this "magic king seal" to completely shake the mind of Mr. Son.
"Wh!" Cangyun Yuanchen's sword fell on the neck of Chuansun Gongzi Yuanshen, splashing out clusters of dazzling flowers.
The magic sword swirled back to Chu Tian, and the figure of Mr. Sun shook his neck and cracked a silver-white scar, emitting black air.
He seemed to wake up, and a sad look appeared in his eyes and stared fiercely at Chu Tian and said, "You really--"
"Bang!" The nine-tailed light whip thunder bombarded Mr. Chuan's back and cut off his words.
His genshin fluctuated violently, and then cracked a black gap from his back, as if it had been cut by an invisible blade and continued to extend down.
"Bum, bang, bang!" Xi Ya's Redemption Moon, the blazing Shadow of Blue Blood Sands, and the epee that cuts the sky, the withered black bamboo stick, the magic knife of Luo Prison...
It is said that Mr. Son's whole body was chilly, and the yuan god couldn't help trembling.
His mind became more and more blurred, and he looked at the many colorful lights around him flashing and bursting.
He tried his best to open his eyes and vaguely saw Chu Tian's face, as if he was far away.
Suddenly, he seemed to be aware of something. He turned his eyes, but saw that Xue Liancheng was standing in the distance and staring at himself in a daze.
"Help me--" He stretched out his hand to Xuelian City.
A gust of wind blew, and he was horrified to find that his hands were melting and loose, and then his arms and chest... until his mind was cold and completely fell into the darkness.