Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 303: Consumption
One gem, one token, two soul defense treasures firmly hold Simaquan and Simashan's soul.
The two were panting, sweating profusely, attacking the surrounding magma sea with all their strength, their bodies flashing and might escape through the air at any time.
An old man with a rough face and rough clothes made of linen, holding a large wooden stick in his left hand, strode through the sky of magma and rushed through. He walked to Simaquan and Simashan and picked off the orb and token.
Simashan and Simaquan roared with mixed anger: "This...unfair..."
The old man hit one by one, smashing the two of them to pieces.
"Yes, I bully the children. This is unfair, shameless, nasty, and nasty." The old man grinned, turned into two streams of light, and hurried to the distance. The two spirits in the direction smiled and said: "But I did it, what's the matter?"
Wu Tie shook his head speechlessly.
This old man is the first room of the Witch family, and an old monster of the main line of the Witch family. He is the only old monster on the face of the Witch family who sits in the Wuyi cave all the year round and protects the peace of the tribe.
His seniority is several times higher than that of Wudou. The children of ordinary witches don't know how to call him exactly. In short, if they meet vaguely, they will respectfully call him "Ancestor." This is always true.
"Ancestor!" Wu Tie and Wu Zheng simultaneously saluted the old man deeply.
"Well, I don’t have time to procrastinate here... the young boys in the clan, all have to be pulled out to experience and experience. These two guys are waiting for you to pick up things slowly. It’s too time-consuming." The old man wiped. He took a big beard on his face and smiled heartily.
"Although Lao Tzu's shot is indeed a bit invincible, but the so-called... people are shameless, and the world is invincible; there is also something to say that being old and not dead is a thief... Lao Tzu, an old thief, do something extraordinary Isn’t it just right?"
The old man's left-handed wooden stick released a turbid and arrogant aura, and he slammed it into the void, smashing the magma sea.
The originally small grotto has been turned into a large grotto with a radius of hundreds of miles, and the dome is nearly a hundred miles high. In several places, the rock wall suddenly exploded, and yin rivers roared in, forming a rushing waterfall on the rock wall.
The ice-cold river water washed the reddish ground, and the steam rose and quickly filled the entire grotto.
There are strange fishes, shrimps, turtles and crabs in the river, and various aquatic products come downstream. Soon there is a small lake in the grotto. Various aquatic creatures swim in the lake freely, and the lake water washes the surrounding area. The rock wall, looking for a way out.
The old man sang a folk song with a big stick and strode away.
His random stick just now not only smashed the sea of magma, but also cracked the various auras remaining in the void.
No matter what restrictions or spells Simashan and Simaquan have on them, it is impossible for the people behind them to know what happened to them, and they can no longer track them for thousands of miles or hang on them.
Wu Tie licked his lips.
The supernatural power used by this stick of the old man, after he breaks through the yoke of the thirty-three-folded building, he will also do it. It's just that he just knows, and he hasn't realized the usefulness of this magical power to'disturb the secrets of heaven'.
"Would you destroy the corpse..." Wu Tie nodded thoughtfully.
On the altar, the soul-falling flags and the Big Dipper Spirit Sword emit a dazzling light, and the soul-falling souls are flying in a staggered manner, and the killing aura of the nether Huangquan criss-crosses, uninterruptedly bombarding the Sima Mountain and Simaquan. Spiritually.
The two have already caught a glimpse of the mystery of the God Realm, and they have almost mastered a avenue, their own breaths are integrated, as strong as a golden pill, and there is no leakage of brilliance.
No matter how dozens of Xuanming clan members urged, the Falling Souls Banner and the Big Dipper Slaughter Spirit Sword are after all just treasures just refined by Wutie. The climate is too shallow and the lethality is limited, just like Sima Xiu. Divine Soul still has a lot of lethal power, and it has almost no effect on Simashan and Simaquan.
When Wu Tie and his party arrived, an ancestor of the Xuan Ming clan was about to shoot with two black wooden nails.
Seeing Wu Tie coming, the ancestor of the Xuan Ming clan smiled and nodded: "This set of fallen souls fits the way of my witch family, and the method of refining is very clever. , The great avenue inside is mysterious, tusk, ancestors, I actually don’t understand it a bit."
Shaking his head, the ancestor of the Xuanming clan laughed in a low voice: "Anyway, my Wu family emphasizes blood inheritance. I don't understand and don't care."
"It's just that, this long banner and seven-handed sword, the climate is too shallow, just like a towering sacred tree that has not grown, but when it is just a seedling, how much power can it exert?" The ancestor of the Xuanming clan said to Wu Tie: " So, Wu Tie boy, go with you this time."
"This kind of lost soul is to use the souls of countless creatures and countless killing auras to nourish him. Only in this way can he grow quickly."
Throwing the two black wooden nails in his hand, the ancestor of the Xuanming clan smiled particularly proudly: "Let’s say that these two'sangmen nails' are inherited from my forty-ninth generation of ancestors. After coming down, I have participated in many crusades, and have been crucified by them, and I don’t know how many demons and evildoers, and this is how the climate is today."
The Xuanming ancestor bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a little blood on the two wooden pegs.
Two sharp and strange howls of "Woo" rose into the sky. Wu Tie felt that his eyes were dark, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground. Behind him, the children of the Wu family who followed to watch the excitement, there was already a large group of people staggering back a long way, and then sitting on the ground.
Two black lights rushed out and slammed on the spirits of Sima Mountain and Sima Quan.
Simashan and Simaquan snorted, the whole body of pale golden glaze-like spirit was broken through a transparent hole, and then strands of spirit power quickly flowed out, turning into a large cloud of light and lost souls. The streamer swallowed it in one bite.
The aura of the Fallen Soul Diaspora banners has obviously increased a lot, the power of the Soul Erupting from the Souls of Sima Mountain and Sima Quan has become more and more intense, and the Fallen Soul Soul Divinities released by the Fallen Soul Soul Flags The power of the light is stronger, and the breath of the two of them weakens slightly.
"How dare you, how dare you?" The two finally panicked and began to scream hysterically.
"Why don't we dare?" Xuan Ming's ancestor said indifferently: "Not convinced, let your masters of the Demon Temple come to us for revenge... You kill me, I kill you, this kind of thing, again Not once or twice."
A group of Wu Clan members laughed at the same time.
They laughed extraordinarily brilliantly, but with a trace of hideousness. At this moment, Simashan and Simaquan are like two little white rabbits surrounded by evil wolves, extremely weak and helpless.
Underground, in the Great Rift Valley, Wu Zhan, Wu Jin and his son stood in small crevices, staring blankly at the tide of poisonous bats and poisonous spiders flying upwards and climbing. There are even more inexplicable, weird creatures that they don't know much about, gushing out from those huge caves and climbing upward along the rock wall.
Gradually, the weird creatures rushing out of the cave are getting more and more weird. When a group of weird creatures that are shaped like octopus, all dark, and their long tentacles are densely covered with sharp poisonous spines, crawling out of the cave. When they came out and climbed upward along the rock wall, the four of them opened their mouths at the same time, and they couldn't close together for a long time.
"What is this?" Wu Zhan couldn't help but exclaimed in shock.
Several tens of meters away, in another small crack in the stone, another soldier from the Three Imperial Camp looked at the four of them, father and son, and muttered: "It should be a brain-eater... Legend, this stuff Children only thrive and thrive in the extremely deep seams that are absolutely dull, the most evil and vicious..."
It seems to have noticed that someone here is watching him. A brain-eater with a body length of nearly a hundred feet suddenly waved its tentacles, and the bucket-thick tentacles stretched strangely and rapidly, stretching to dozens of miles in an instant. 'The three emperor's camp soldiers who were talking were drew over.
The warrior of the Three Emperors' Camp gave a weird laugh. He roared in a low voice, and the whole body was full of yellow gas, and the phantoms of the peaks formed in front of him.
Then one of the peaks suddenly turned into a volcano with a height of one hundred feet, spewing out lava flames and smashing at the tentacle.
With a loud noise, the tentacles that were dozens of miles long instantly turned into fly ash, and the volcano continued to blast towards the brain-eater's body reluctantly.
There was a sharp howl like a bamboo flute from deep underground, and a voice came from afar: "Everyone in the Three Emperors Camp, please don't do it. These beasts are the forwards to consume the evil spirits of the Jin Dynasty... Don't let them die here in vain."
After that, dozens of bamboo flute-like shrill noises continued to be heard from the ground.
These howling sounds seem to have a great restraint effect on the brain-eating monsters. The ugly brain-eating monsters screamed sharply and suddenly accelerated along the stone wall, whistling upwards.
Several black winds continued to blow up from below the Great Rift Valley, and then Wu Jin and the others heard a strange ‘huhu’ sound.
In about a quarter of an hour, they saw bunches of strange furry objects flying rapidly into the sky in the black wind and mist.
If Wu Tie was there, he would definitely say that these big furry creatures are like giant dandelion seeds. The ‘dandelion seeds’ with a radius of several meters soared into the sky as the hurricane soared. Below each seed, a dozen dwarf ratmen, lizardmen, dwarves, etc. were tied with vines.
These petite warriors are wearing ragged leather armor, and they look like shoddy weapons on their backs. The auras on their bodies vary in strength. The weakest is the base building, and the strongest is the level of the first step into the heavy building. .
They let out a sharp roar, their eyes reddened slightly, roaring like wild beasts, and along with these giant ‘dandelion’ seeds, they rushed high into the sky along the black storm.
There are clusters of luminous mushrooms and other fluorescent vegetation growing in the east and west of the rock wall. Under the dim light and shadow, Wu Jin and others can see it. I don’t know how many such huge furry objects are. Piece.
The fluffy hairs rushed straight up into the sky, and they ascended to the sky with unknown number of low-level warriors.
"These guys, I'm afraid they have been filled with secret medicine." Among the four, the witch warfare is still a bit experienced. After all, it is from the witch family, and the witch family's witch curses, witch drugs, etc., are also Very powerful ability.
He put his hands on his chest, raised his head and looked at the sky yelling, so that the sound was like thunder, and the rift was trembling low-level warriors: "This is for them to die... This secret medicine has caused them to lose their minds. Although they are not afraid of death, it is just for them to die."
On the battlefield, warriors who have lost their minds are undoubtedly terrible, but they are undoubtedly more pathetic.
In addition to sending to death, Wuzhan couldn't think of any use for these low-level warriors.
He stretched out his hand and Wu Zhan grabbed a hand in the air: "The smell is a bit weird."
Wu Jin also stretched out his hand and grabbed a virtual hand into the air.
A big fluffy seed flew past them, and a dwarf roared with exhaustion, and the saliva star sprayed on Wu Jin's palm.
Wu Jin retracted his hand, sniffed the drool on his hand, and nodded: "There are some weird spells and restrictions on them. I am afraid that killing their enemies will not be very good... these Guy..."
These low-level warriors who took the secret medicine and feared death have turned into moving bombs.
They were blessed with weird spells. The moment they died, some terrible changes would definitely appear in them.
"Then, they are pure consumables." Wu Zhan looked left and right.
I don’t know how long the Great Rift Valley is. Innumerable big furry seeds are flying upwards. Each big seed is tied to more than a dozen warriors. No one can tell how many low-level warriors there are at this moment. Flying towards the sky.
"Where did so many lives come from?" Wu Zhan murmured: "How many people are going to die here?"
‘Da’, ‘Da da’, a few drops of viscous juice fell.
The four Wujin people have been standing here for more than a long time, and no one knows how high the first wave of poisonous bats flying upward with the help of wind has reached.
None of Wujin had practiced special pupil skills and magic eyes. At most, they could see a distance of more than a hundred miles, and they couldn't see clearly farther away.
Across the black wind and fog, no one can see what is happening on it.
The viscous sap dripped, and gradually, the ‘patter’ sap fell like a light rain.
Wu Jin stretched out his hand, and the sticky juice fell on his palm. There were drops of black-colored and smelly plasma~ IndoMTL.com~ The plasma was mixed with some fine hairs, which clearly grew on those poisonous bats. Black fluff.
Wu Jin glanced left and right, and it was raining across the Great Rift Valley.
The light rain of blood plasma is constantly falling.
At first the rain was very small, but gradually the rain became stronger, and it quickly turned into a downpour, whizzing down.
Those big fluffy seeds suddenly emitted dim fluorescence. The raindrops formed by blood could not fall on the seeds. Instead, they were forced to slide away by the fluorescence, and the big seeds continued to hover to the sky.
The rain gradually increased, and after a long time, the blood rain gradually mixed with large and small poisonous bat limbs, and they continued to roar down from high altitude.
The rain of blood poured down, and Wu Jin and others stood in the cracks of the stone for nine days and nine nights.
The rain of blood keeps on, poisonous bats, poisonous spiders, poisonous snakes, poisonous insects and animals of various colors, and gradually there are countless low-level monks' stumps and broken arms mixed with blood and water.
The entire Rift Valley has turned blood.