Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 891: Head-to-head confrontation (3)
"This is not the attitude that a prisoner should have."
Wu Tie began to untie the chain of runes entwined with Qing Mist, unraveling all kinds of vicious restraints and imprisonments on his body.
"Prisoner under the order? Me?"
Qing Mist allowed Wu Tie to do it, laughing'jokingly': "The deity is still high above the sky, overlooking you and other ants. I am just one of the billions of incarnations of the deity... You have imprisoned a single hair of the deity. Dare to pretend to imprison the deity?"
Wu Tie smiled and knocked Qingwu's head: "Naughty...A hair is not you anymore? Haha."
Qingwu suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at Wu Tie's weird smile, and suddenly remembered the unexplained deaths of the gods that had happened at the observation outpost.
Especially not many years ago, the Ice Spirit Protoss was inexplicably cursed and killed.
And the source of those cursed killings seems to come from the Three Kingdoms Continent... After they were clones descended on the Three Kingdoms Continent, they were inexplicably killed by the supreme magical power curse.
"Hey, a few years ago, those of the Ice Spirit Protoss, didn't you do it?" Qing Wu asked Wu Tie hurriedly and slightly.
"Ah? What are you talking about? Oh, you mean, those guys with fish tails?" Wu Tie raised his head and said thoughtfully, "A few years ago, there was a cold body Big beauty, tut, and one of her... what kind of brother?"
"Oh, yes, she also said that she was the princess reserved by a certain Ice Spirit Protoss?"
"Hehe, but that's it... an altar, one sacrifice, one archaic curse... She should be dead, right?"
Wu Tie let out a relaxed whistle: "She was with us, but she didn't do a good thing, hehe, killing people and looting girls, it's not a good thing... What's her name? Anyway, she died. Right?"
Qingwu's face suddenly turned pale.
A certain big figure of the Ice Spirit Protoss has reserved the identity of the "Princess", that's correct.
The one who was killed by the curse was seriously killed by the Wu King Wu Tie curse in front of you... But according to the information obtained by Qingwu, according to the information analysis conducted by Qingwu's deity summoning the great wisdom in the clan, this Wu Tie, the king of Wu, who is now receiving special attention, should have been just an unknown little person at that time.
At that time, Wutie didn't have much ability.
How can he be? At that time, there is the power to curse and kill a god?
"What do you want to do? What do you want to do to me? What do you want to do to my deity?" Seeing that all the restraints and all the restraints on her body have been released, Qing Wu did not feel happy or happy, but instead She screamed in horror.
"You... let me go, let me go!" Qing Wu hissed and screamed.
Suddenly there is an exquisite shape on the center of his eyebrows.
Waves of strange spirit fluctuations spread to the surroundings, and Qing Wu's body suddenly collapsed inward. He resorted to the Secret Art of the Wisdom Protoss, preparing to explode his body, allowing his distraction to escape.
The frontal combat power of the Wisdom Protoss is not good, but the various soul mysteries are all-encompassing and ever-changing. It is strange and ruthless compared to the Dark Souls Protoss, but when it comes to the magic and changeable, the Dark Souls Protoss is also inferior to them.
A clone of essence and blood is not worth mentioning to them.
self-explosive avatar of essence and blood, this strand of Qing Mist's distraction can easily escape with ten percent certainty.
Around the Sui Dynasty, Qing Wu prepared no more than 10,000 copies of essence and blood. He could change his face at any time and reappear in the world.
Otherwise, the last time he besieged the Yin Palace, Qingwu was completely shattered by Feng Chen's punch, how could he come out so quickly?
Just, as soon as his body converged inward, Wu Tie pointed his finger at the center of Qingwu’s eyebrows, and a terrible withered force swept through Qingwu’s body. All the energy, blood, and mana in his body were all destroyed. This withered force swallowed cleanly.
A bomb was removed from the explosives, leaving only a layer of iron shell, you still blew yourself a ghost!
Blue Mist screamed, and his distraction was about to escape from this self-destructed clone.
Wu Tie pointed his finger, and circles of black light lines rushed out from the fingertips, and quickly sank into Qingwu's body. Ever since, every cell of Qing Wu's clone seemed to be covered with sticky glue, firmly sticking Qing Wu's distraction into his body.
No matter how Qingwu struggled, howled, how panicked and screamed and cursed, his distraction was firmly stuck in this clone, and he couldn't break free anyway.
Qing Mist has used dozens of divine and soul secret techniques in a row, and even used three taboo techniques, in order to burn the distraction, and completely eliminate this distraction.
But all the secret techniques are completely ineffective.
"This is the prisoner soul curse of the Dark Soul Protoss!"
Qingwu suddenly discovered the roots and feet of these black light patterns, and he screamed hysterically: "This is the soul curse of the Dark Soul Protoss... You are just a humble human race, how can you cast the soul curse? ?"
Wu Tie smiled and looked at Qingwu.
From the deep blood of the Witch clan, he got the inheritance of countless alien roads in the aura that accompanied him when the saint Pangu opened the world.
Those strange avenues, Wu Tie can only comprehend a little more than 30%, and it has reached the extreme. Neither his body nor the soul can bear the pressure of more avenues. Even if there is one more one, it will cause a total collapse of the body and soul.
Among those avenues with a little over 30%, Wu Tie selected all avenues related to soul, wisdom, life, and death.
Other avenues that are more "down to earth" such as the more basic five elements, yīn yang, strength, and blood qi, Wu Tie has a little pride, and did not choose these avenues that are too "basic" for enlightenment. , Fusion.
Therefore, Wu Tie now has a deep understanding and mastery of the various soul avenues contained in the blood of the Dark Soul God Race.
The Prisoner Soul Curse is not difficult to cast.
"Impossible, unless you are a dark soul protoss...otherwise...you, you...no one can cast the soul prison curse."
Qingwu is already a bit incoherent.
Then, he suddenly calmed down. He stared at Wu Tie firmly, and muttered: "The thief who stole the glory of the Protoss from me, is it you?"
The green mist said in a deep voice: "The thing we worry about the most has finally happened... Among the Pangu survivors, someone got the **** thief and took it... from our gods..."
"What did Pan Gu take away from you?" Wu Tie asked Qing Wu curiously.
"Why should I answer you?" Qing Wu looked at Wu Tie, his face became extremely distorted and ferocious: "Although this question is irrelevant, after all, he has already succeeded... But why should I answer? What about you?"
"You got what he stole...you damn...thief!"
"Well, I don't need you to answer anything." Wu Tie said with a light smile: "I probably know what it is, the mystery of your bloodline, your original origin, the source of all your supernatural powers...or rather , You gods, "Mother of Good Fortune"."
"Look, I know something." Wu Tie hummed a little tune easily, and picked up Qing Wu: "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't answer, anyway, I just want you to be distracted. ."
"Your deity does not want to come to see me, then I will force him to see me." Wu Tie looked down at the green mist in his hand and grinned: "Guess, whether I can pass you, calculate Your deity?"
The green mist's face was twisted, his lips were pale, his body was trembling slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He is quickly judging Wu Tie's strength, judging his own strength, and all the information he knows about the human race is rolling in his mind.
Can Wutie pose a threat to his deity?
The blue mist that overuses the brain, sweat immediately oozes out of the forehead, and then it turns into white mist and rises up.
Wu Tie smiled, and left this prison which is located thousands of miles underground with the green mist.
Three days later, on the southwest border of Suizhou, there was no grass at the Burial Ground.
This is the land of hundreds of battles between the Sui Dynasty, the Western Demon Kingdom, and the Southern Demon Kingdom. On average, about a hundred years or so, a tragic battle is bound to erupt here. The ghost country dispatched more than a hundred times.
On weekdays, there are often small frictions here. Every day, three parties are killed here.
Countless evil and fierce curses flooded the Burial Junyuan, making this field of tens of thousands of miles without any grass, no ants, ordinary creatures stepping into one step, being contaminated by fierce aura, at least one serious illness. At every turn will die.
This is also the most dangerous Jedi that Wu Tie can find around Suizhou.
Hundreds of elders of the Witch Clan came here through the teleportation formation from the Three Kingdoms Continent. They were walking on the funerary ground with bone sticks in their hands, chanting ancient and obscure spells, and strange waves of mana were enveloped. The entire burial army original.
The entire Burial Junyuan is like a zombie hidden in the ground for trillions of years, suddenly awakened by these elders of the Witch Clan.
The ominous air of gray sè, red sè, black sè, and dark green sè snaked up from the ground, and gradually condensed into a piece of land thousands of miles thick, stretching hundreds of thousands of miles, almost in substance. The yīn Feng Xieyun.
Along with the deep roar, the ground of the funeral army cracked open. Pieces of large and small, mottled, full of monstrous hostility, evil spirits, evil spirits, yīn qi, as well as various deaths, diseases, and mildew. Lucky and ruined skeletons flew up from the ground.
In the past countless years, countless Sui Dynasty soldiers have died here, and countless masters of the demon country and ghost country have died here.
The soldiers from the Sui Dynasty and the logistics personnel were responsible for collecting the corpses. Ten percent of the dead in the war were transported back to the Sui Dynasty for burial. Only about 30% of the remains were here.
Where is the burial of the demon country and ghost country?
Those who died in the battle were just discarded here, letting the wind blow and the topography change, all of them were buried deep underground.
For countless years, countless negative auras have accumulated under the Burial Junyuan. At this moment, these negative auras have been induced by the witch clan elders using witchcraft, and pieces of bones that soar into the sky rise into the sky and slowly piece them together.
‘Kacha, Kacha’, countless bones flew all over the sky, slowly pieced together into an evil altar.
Wutie stood on a small hill on the edge of the funeral original, and beside him stood the imprisoned green mist.
Qingwu watched the elders of the Witch Clan do everything, his face became more and more bleak and pale.
He trembled and said: "Witch clan...they...are the witch clan..."
Wu Tie cast a sideways glance at Qingwu: "My name is Wu Tie, I ask the elder of the Wu clan for help, isn't it just a matter of course? What's all the fuss about?"
Qingwu gritted his teeth, and said with a trembling: "It is recorded in the war secret files of my race that the war that came back that year, the Witch Clan’s killing and wounding of the gods, surpassed the tribes of the Human Clan... They can fight melee. , Can attack from afar, witchcraft is secretive and evil, the most cruel and ruthless."
"If it weren’t, the Manchus Protoss and the Witch clan secretly competed with the Witch Clan. The spell broke the Witch Clan’s luck and made the Witch Clan weak in the follow-up... In those few wars that came, the sacrifices of the gods, I’m afraid it would make people Unacceptable."
Green Mist murmured: "However, because of the cursing and killing of all curses, the He clan was cursed back, and it will be completely extinct after ten thousand years."
"Instead, it is the Witch Clan, how come you... have multiplied and grown again?"
The cold sweat is constantly oozing out of the green mist. He looks at the busy elders of the Wu clan, the hundreds of thousands of Wu clan erlangs gathered in the funeral army, and then the Wu iron and the witches standing next to him. Behind the iron stood a row of elite Wu clan elites with big cows and horses.
Qingwu suddenly wanted to cry.
"You, it's impossible." Qing Wu said in a deep voice: "My deity, his soul is protected by a three-page book of wisdom. It is the supreme artifact of my wisdom protoss. You can't do anything to him. Threat."
"That's not necessarily." Wu Tie released the avenue furnace, and the flame in the furnace rolled and condensed into the appearance of three utensils.
A skull crown, a magic mirror, and a sickle with a long handle.
"Is this also a supreme artifact? This king, this furnace, is based on swallowing them and fused with countless other rare materials."
Qingwu's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils first shrank to the size of a needle, and then suddenly spread out like a dead man, showing how violent the horror he had received in his heart.
"Xupao that...that...idiot!" Qing Mist roared like a cuckoo, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.
"Dark Soul Protoss’s three most powerful supreme artifacts, he actually brought them all...Moreover, he actually dared to fall into your hands these three supreme artifacts?"
Qingwu's body trembled violently~IndoMTL.com~The Avenue Melting Pot, it was actually made by swallowing the three supreme artifacts of the Dark Soul Protoss. Then, the avenue melting pot is definitely more powerful than the book of wisdom.
Such a simple problem as one plus one equals two, Qing Wu can figure it out with his toenails.
And Qingwu has only three pages broken down from the Book of Wisdom, not the entire book of Wisdom. The power of the three-page book of wisdom is roughly equivalent to...one ten thousandth of the entire book of wisdom?
Then, facing the vicious spells and vicious witchcraft of the witches...especially the vicious spells and vicious witchcraft with the crucible of heaven as the core and this vicious altar as an amplifier. ...
"I think we can have a good talk." Qing Wu rubbed his palms vigorously: "His Majesty King Wu, we should talk carefully... For our wisdom protoss, fighting and killing is the most important thing. The most boring, most shameful thing...all the contradictions in the world, all the causes and effects, we can settle peacefully, right?"
"War is only the last resort..."
"Our Wisdom Protoss, the most despised, is the war."
"We should sit down, enjoy a cup of tea, enjoy singing and dancing music, communicate on an equal and harmonious basis, and then make decisions that benefit both of us, right?"
Wu Tie just snorted coldly, and grinned, "Your deity may not think so. So, let your deity learn something and talk about other things."