Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 289: Huo Meilin shot

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After solving the headless corpse, Wharton sneered and slowly approached Ron with the blood-stained sword.

"It's over!"

Ron groaned in his heart and closed his eyes. His last card has expired, and he no longer has any strength to resist Wharton. At this moment, his mood is like falling from a peak to a valley.

"Huh?"

At this time, Wharton's brow furrowed slightly, he punched in the air, suddenly bent into claws, and grabbed the void on the side.

"Who is attacking, get out of me!"

Wharton shouted, while his hands kept moving. At this moment, a figure slowly appeared in the air.

Ron had already closed his eyes and was waiting to die. He opened his eyes and discovered that the person was Catherine. Wharton pinched her neck and lifted her into the air with an expression of pain on her face.

"Hmph, a little assassin who dares to attack Lao Tzu, it seems that you are impatient!" Wharton said with a cold snort.

"You--you let her go!" Seeing Catherine being caught by Wharton, Ron was startled and angry.

"Huh, I don't know whether you live or die, you should take care of yourself!" Wharton said coldly, but his hands were not loose at all.

"Let me go!"

Wharton's hand was stuck tightly, and Catherine struggled desperately, but it was a pity that she struggled in vain in front of the sanctuary powerhouse who was so powerful that it surpassed everything.

"Huh? Where's Catherine?"

Julianna has been away from Colored Stone Castle for a while. At this moment, she inadvertently looked back, only to find that Catherine by her side had long since disappeared.

"Huh? It's strange that she was here just now!" Elfa replied with a groan.

Julianna was frightened when she heard it.

"Could it be"

She suddenly thought of something terrible. She gritted her teeth abruptly, turned her horse's head, and ran towards the Caishibao.

"Miss Big Miss"

The exclamation of Elfa and Lauchran came from behind, but Juliana seemed to have not heard her, and she ran all the way on her horse. She soon walked away and dropped Ethiopia. Rebel soldiers.

"What to do?"

Everyone in the Ethiopian rebels looked at each other. The eldest lady who was the leader left like this. She didn't even leave a word of explanation. They didn't know what to do next.

"I am worried about her, I will go back and see her"

Elfa gritted his teeth and chased after him with the horse's rein. He knew very well that the sanctuary powerhouse was terrible, and he might not be able to return once he went.

But Elfa is still a little sure, he is Miz's grandson, maybe the other party will show his grandma a face.

Looking at Elfa leaving, Lauchlan also made up his mind, and said, "I'll go and see too!" After that, he followed and dropped the army of nearly 100,000.

Julianna is galloping, her face is getting more and more anxious. At this moment, she regrets it very much. Why? Why do you want to leave? Although leaving is the most correct choice from the perspective of war, it hurts my sister's heart. Catherine's feelings for Ron are not unknown to her.

"Katherine, don't have anything to do with you"

Julianna was riding a horse, almost crying, she pressed her lips desperately, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Roar--"

Seeing Catherine falling into Wharton's hands, Ron roared like an angry beast, resisting the pain of his body, as he turned his hand, his soul power surged wildly, and a bone spear pierced out suddenly. Knowing that it had no effect, he still took it without hesitation.

There was a smirk on Walton's face. He liked to watch the prey struggling desperately. He didn't see how he moved, and his body burst into flames.

"Boom--"

Ron's body was bounced off and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Looking at Ron, who was covered in blood and trying to get up, Catherine's eyes flashed with deep regret. If it weren't for her, Ron would have already returned to the Roland Empire and would not have fallen into this. End.

"Roron, I'm sorry" Catherine opened her mouth slightly, and uttered a word with difficulty, in a soft voice.

The voice was not loud, but Ron heard it, his eyes flushed, and he whispered, "Catherine, I never blamed you!"

"Really?" Catherine smiled reluctantly. "Maybe maybe I am really going to die. I must tell you before I die."

Because of her neck being pinched, Catherine spoke intermittently, coughing a few times from time to time.

"I like you" Catherine finally uttered a difficult sentence, her voice as thin as a gnat.

Ron's mind "boom--" and it became blank. He sat there blankly, as if losing consciousness. Before he died, he heard a beautiful girl's true love confession.

The encounter in the royal capital of Sao Paulo, the affectionate encounter in the sewers, this scene, scene after scene, appeared in Ron's mind like a movie, and for a while, Ron's tears filled his eyes.

"Hehe, Ron, I can’t see that this little girl is very affectionate for you!" Wharton laughed, and he glanced at Catherine, "But there is one thing that you are wrong and fall in love with. A heresy is not a good choice."

"I don't regret it!" Catherine said with a sad smile on her pale face.

"Very well, then, I will send you to **** together. What I can guarantee is that you will be buried together." Wharton's eyes became more and more murderous.

As his hands tightened and tightened, Catherine suddenly had trouble breathing, her pretty face turned purple liver-colored, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

"Let her go!"

At this time, an old voice sounded, shocking Walton who was killing.

"Who?"

Wharton turned his head and looked around, but did not see anyone. At this moment, he saw Ron. Ron, who fell to the ground badly injured, stood up sometime, his cold eyes staring at him coldly. .

"Is it you?"

Wharton glanced at Ron. He was a little surprised. What he was surprised was not why Ron could stand up, but he felt that Ron who stood up was a little different than before, but what was the difference? Can't tell.

"Ron" stood there quietly, with the black soul power rising on him, and the hoarse voice said again, "I said! Let go of her"

"Who are you?"

Wharton asked subconsciously, because he felt that Ron was like a different person, the same thin figure, but his childish face showed a hint of majesty.

Majesty, yes, Wharton was right. He actually saw majesty in the eyes of "Ron". This is a temperament that can only be possessed by people who have been in the top for a long time. It is absolutely impossible to appear in a 17-year-old child. .

"Ron" didn't answer, because he showed what he wanted to do with his actions, and he did it.

"Frost Rising Star!"

A frost nova came out at once, and a layer of frost was condensed under Wharton's feet, and his body was instantly frozen.

Walton was startled. At this moment, a sharp bone spear arrived instantly, and the target was his eyes.

"Not good!"

Walton screamed in his heart, no matter how big he was, he didn't dare to make jokes about his vitals, his head was slightly to the side, and he escaped the attack of the bone spear.

"Good risk!"

Because the distance between the two is too close, Wharton still has some lingering fears. Although the eye injury can be treated by the priest, a round of pain is inevitable.

At this moment, he felt a light in his hand, and the girl he was holding in that hand had long disappeared.

With Wharton's chance to dodge, "Ron" rescued Catherine, a "fog shadow technique" stepped aside and asked, "Are you okay?"

Catherine coughed a few times, smiled barely, and said, "Thank you, I'm fine, Ron, you saved me again!"

"Ron" smiled, did not speak, let go of her hand, pointed in the other direction, and signaled her to leave.

Catherine nodded obediently, and her figure slowly faded and disappeared into the air. She knew that it would be a burden to stay, and she was very satisfied to be able to help Ron.

Being able to save people from the power of the sanctuary and point to the key, this mind and experience is very difficult. Although the power is still the same, Wharton feels that he is fighting with a dangerous man who has experienced many battles. Fight.

This feeling made him very uneasy.

"It feels weird! You are not Ron, who are you?" Wharton asked in a deep voice.

It was Huomerin who controlled Ron's body. He felt that he had to make a move. Of course, he himself admitted that even if he made a move, the chance of defeating Walton was very slim, because the difference in strength was too far.

Ron's current strength cannot accommodate his powerful power, so Khomelin can only compress his strength as much as possible to balance with Ron's strength, otherwise Ron's body will definitely collapse.

However, the same power has been greatly different under the use of Homelin.

Homelin did not answer his question, "Since you like **** so much, then go to **** and ask!"

Speaking, he raised his hand casually, and a cloud of cyan mist blasted away at Wharton, which was the proud skill of the Necromancer-Death Coil.

Wharton sneered, "It's a big breath, I will beat you half to death, and then slowly ask you"

With a wave of the long sword, a sword split the "Death Coil" in half, but the broken death coil was wrapped up again like thousands of strands. Wharton frowned, and the flames on his body shook. The death coils all shattered.

"Pediatrics!"

Wharton snorted coldly, and his body flew out flat and slashed at Homelin.

"Hehe! Good time!"

Huo Meilin smiled, his body turned into a cloud of mist, and disappeared directly, and Wharton's long sword cut into the air.

"Where are people?"

Wharton was definitely a god, but he saw that the person had disappeared, and he was stunned to see more than a dozen magic bullets suddenly appearing, which shocked him, but the other party did not know when he called more than a dozen. The skeleton magician caught him off guard.

"Boom boom boom"

The destroyed Caishi Fortress reignited the flames of war again. The sound of soldiers and iron cried, and the sound of explosions fluctuated with each other. For a time, the two sides fought hard to distinguish.

Homelin is like a professional conductor. He used the same undead magic at his fingertips, which made him fascinated. Ron, whose soul was contained in his body, was dazzled and admired.

Walton became more depressed as he hits. "Ron" in front of him is like a slippery loach. He can't get close to him at all, but he can only be beaten.

I don't know how long it has been, in an inconspicuous corner on the battlefield of Caishibao, a heavily wounded headless corpse was lying on the ground, shaking constantly.

At this time, its body suddenly changed.

"Papa Papa" came out a crisp voice.

With every sound, the body of the headless god's corpse trembles, and the dense spider web-like pattern on its body begins to break inch by inch, exposing the dark white skin inside