Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 40
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At that moment, Chu He's complexion was almost pale.
The fire of the Phoenix burned a huge amount of death air, so the death air seawater corroded him extremely slowly; but even so, the burnt black continued from his serious injury to his shoulders and neck, so that his cheeks slowly extended.
He looked embarrassed and tired, but his eyes were filled with calm tenderness.
That is the most beautiful pair of eyes Zhou Hui has ever seen.
Zhou Hui stretched out his hand, and the two clasped their fingers. In the next second, the water swept them up quickly, rushing out of the water!
Shakti screamed: "Be careful!"
Jiang III suddenly avoided, but the moment Zhou Hui came out of the water, a long knife broke through the air like a meteor and chopped off his arm cleanly!
With a bang, the three generations hit the rock wall, and the stone chips burst out with a roar, shook the remaining two heads and seven arms, and slammed into him at the moment when Zhou Hui was out of the water yet to stand still—he was huge The figure is no different from that of a tank. Zhou Hui threw the zombies ashore with one hand, and embraced the semi-conscious Chu He with the other, and immediately fell into the dead sea after the impact.
But the next moment, the soles of Chu River's feet touched the water——
The snow-white lotus bloomed instantly from under his feet, like a magnificent to the extreme, supporting Zhou Hui in the dead sea!
"Step... step by step grows lotus..." The Snow Mountain Goddess hardly believed her eyes, "He, does he have this kind of cultivation for Buddhahood?!"
Zhou Hui took the pure blue single-handed sword from Chu He, and the moment he started it, a flame ignited on the cracking knife, "Dang!" A loud slam blocked the oncoming halberd of King Jung III!
Shards of two weapons splashed, and no one stepped back under the unimaginable gravity confrontation.
"It seems that although he has been with you for so long..." Ming Wang shifted his gaze from Chu He to Zhou Hui, and said coldly: "But he still didn't give up the possibility of becoming a Buddha. Leave a way out for yourself?"
Zhou Hui's face changed slightly, but then Chu He was hoarse and full of provocative voice due to his serious injury: "——What did the enchanted King Ming say?"
Jian III's two faces sank at the same time. Just as he was ridiculing each other, Zhou Hui drew his knife sharply. Gravity forced him back a few steps!
"Don't talk nonsense," Zhou Hui pointed at the black blooded body of King Jiang III with the tip of a knife, his face was cold and expressionless:
"——Which phoenixes were holding hands just now, prepare to say goodbye to them."
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At the same moment, Yingtai.
The guards densely protected the central building. Everyone looked up at the dark sky, their faces full of panic and anxiety.
On the open space in front of the door, the goddess Tiansi sat cross-legged, reciting the scriptures silently, with one hand folded, and the other hand holding the vajra, the Tibetan robe was flying in the wind like a **** descending into the world.
In front of him, the death spirit fell from the sky like a dragon, and the **** hungry ghosts were engulfed, and the next moment the golden eight-character Buddha tactics flashed in the void in front of him, like an indestructible shield, instantly turning thousands of souls into ashes. !
Aoyu Bridge.
The armed police with guns isolated a military no-man’s land within a few kilometers. Hu Qing became a real body. There were two green monster pupils on the face of the snow-white fox, and nine hundred-meter-long white tails stretched out into the sky.
It lay down on the ground, its towering body like a snow-capped mountain trembling with its breath, inhaling a large amount of dead air every time it was transformed into the hot energy around the body.
A steady stream of carrion crawled towards it from the ground, and a mocking expression appeared on the face of the nine-tailed fox. The next moment it opened its mouth, the demon pill spewed out a flame that burned the yin spirit away, and instantly turned all the carrion into black bones.
Under the Great Hall, Zhou Hui's office.
Zhang Shun looked at the tens of thousands of criss-crossing red lines, and each red line rolling like a planetary orbit in the universe, and wondered: "But... I have never guarded this or something... what universe array Huh?"
"It will work if you stand here," Yan Lanyu stood behind him and said, "I will protect you."
Zhang Shun turned his head, the boy was wearing a hunting suit, and on his chest was the flaky chain pendant he brought back from Japan. The all-pervasive black air stopped abruptly around him, as if blocked by a transparent glass cover.
Zhang Shun suddenly remembered that the Peacock King Maha had eaten everyone in the underground grotto last time, but he picked up Yan Lanyu, glanced at it, and threw him away. He couldn't help but examine the gray fragment carefully, and finally couldn't help but ask for a long while: "What the **** is this?"
"A fragment of a mirror that you must have heard of, but never seen before." Yan Lanyu smiled slightly: "Don't tell others, it's very valuable."
He walked to the office door and gently closed the door that had just been scratched by the carrion and opened a gap.
Behind him, Zhang Shun's handsome face couldn't hide the anxiety: "I don't know where my brother is, don't you worry about Deputy Director Yu?"
Yan Lanyu turned her head and raised her hand to him, and saw that her thumb and little finger were pinching a red thread in a very unusual posture, and another very delicate and complicated knot was tied on the red thread: "——I have me Way."
The underground office cannot see the outside, but the crawling corpses and the ubiquitous black air in the corridor are still enough to let the two of them know how tense the situation is at the moment. Zhang Shun sighed and sat down in the chair.
...Where are my brother and the hapless surname Zhou now?
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Zhang Shun didn't know, just when he thought so, a manhole cover in the suburbs suddenly shook, and then it went out like a cannonball!
The earth roared and cracked, gravel and mud were lifted up like huge waves, and the Emperor Ming Wang was embarrassed and rushed into the air, roaring: "You monster--"
Before speaking, Zhou Hui appeared in front of him from under his feet, and Xue Liang's blade cut off the fifth arm in the air!
Jian III had never been so depressed before, with only two heads and three arms left with three heads and eight arms. His whole body was like a weird black boulder, falling heavily on the mud, rolling and twitching constantly.
"Painful?" Zhou Hui held Chu River in one hand and landed from mid-air. Shi Shiran stood on the ground, facing the tip of the dripping black blood knife against Jiang III's neck.
"I will cut you to only one head and two hands, so that you can feel the pain of the phoenix, so that you can't forget my anger even if you die..."
The tip of his knife is down, and the blade of the burning flame is like a hot knife cutting butter, easily piercing the left skull of King Kam III.
"Stop!" The Snow Mountain Goddess roared angrily, leaped from the crack in the ground behind him and rushed over: "Stop it for me——!"
The next moment Zhou Hui turned around abruptly, and the blade took the opportunity to completely lift the left skull of King Ming Wang. At the same time, he kicked the goddess of the Snow Mountain more than ten meters away. In the loud noise, seven or eight concrete telephone poles collapsed!
The wires fell to the ground with a bang, and the crackling current splashed out a dazzling blue light; at the same time, the left head of King Ming III fell to the ground, and the black blood splashed out instantly and splashed on the ground with a crash.
The Snow Mountain Goddess's body convulsed, and she barely got up and said with hatred: "You are abnormal..."
Zhou Hui said coldly: "You have a godhead, I can't kill you, just stay there and don't move."
He turned and looked condescendingly at King Ming III, his blood-red eyes filled with excitement and bloodthirsty that could not be missed.
——It's the monster's desire for killing and flesh and blood. It is an instinct deeply rooted in the soul, whizzing up from every blood vessel like a strong wind.
"As for you..."
He stepped on King Jiang III with one foot, and in a slow motion arrogant gesture, almost enjoyable, little by little he cut off his terrifying sixth arm.
"I heard that those who killed you at the level of the five kings of the Ming Dynasty can gain your power while making you fall into the six reincarnations... Although your power is not in my eyes, complete victory always allows People are relaxed and happy..."
Jiang III King Ming roared and rolled, but all his struggles were firmly crushed by Zhou Hui's feet. The blade brutally cut the muscle fibers little by little, and then pierced them out of the armpit. The muscles at the broken arm immediately spasmed into a terrifying curl, and blood spurted out and splashed Zhou Hui all over.
He licked the corner of his mouth with enjoyment, and smiled: "With one head and two arms, you look much more normal. You should be able to cast a good tire during the six reincarnations."
"Stop...Stop!" King Jiang III roared intermittently, his chest screamed like a bellows, "You can't kill you, you will offend the heavens, you will--"
"Heaven is expecting me to kill the demon," Zhou Hui said relaxedly: "I only seal and not kill him. Tiandao has been dissatisfied for a long time because I only get paid and not work."
He wickedly curled up the corner of his mouth: "I didn't follow the wishes of the heavens. It's actually quite good to see you being anxious and depraved. After thousands of years, you will reincarnate as the King of Ming, and then go to Mount Xumi to cry and cry. Go ahead."
His fierce blade pointed at the heart of King Jiang III. He probably had a foreboding of death, and King Jiang III broke out with unprecedented struggle and roar: "You can't kill me—"
At that moment, his mutilated body suddenly changed, turning it into the appearance of Sakyamuni in the illusion!
"Phoenix King!——Can you kill you in the face of this face?! The Sumeru who gave birth to you and raised you! The way of heaven who raised you--!"
Zhou Hui's complexion changed drastically, and the killing intent in his heart was like a basin of cold water poured into the boiling oil, bursting out!
——However, at the moment he furiously swung the knife, Chu He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the hilt.
"Can't kill him," Chu He said softly.
Zhou Hui has lived for thousands of years, and for the first time he didn't know how to describe his inner feelings.
It was like a pot lid slamming and suffocating the boiling oil that was about to explode. He remained motionless in that position, his muscles tense to almost trembling.
He turned his head inch by inch and looked at Chu He, because the neck muscles were too tight, this movement even seemed a bit stiff.
"There is no need to do this again." Chu He lowered his eyelashes and stared at King Jiang III, his pale cheeks bleeding without a trace of expression: "Go away."
Zhou Hui stood stiff for a long time, and then very slowly, a little bit loosened and stepped on the foot of King Jiang III.
Shakti rushed forward, helped up and down the Third, staggering back quickly. Because of her serious injury, she looked very embarrassed, she was not glamorous, and the eyes staring at Zhou Hui were even a bit hideous: "You humble monster..."
Zhou Hui broke out with a roar: "Get out!"
——The sound abruptly cracked the earthquake, and it stretched out more than ten feet from his feet!
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In the next second, Shakti assisted King Ming III, stumbled into the void, and the black gas boiling underground was finally swept away by the fire of the phoenix.
The dead sea water shook and roared unwillingly, but the sound became more and more exhausted and weakened, and eventually became the end of the crossbow, which completely evaporated in the high temperature, leaving only pungent black smoke.
The ground cracked under the scorching fire, and the concrete telephone pole that fell not far away was overwhelmed and crashed into a collapse.
Zhou Hui half-kneeled among the ruins and gently put Chu He on his knees.
The blood in Chu He's wound has dried up, his complexion is pale with icy gray, his lips are chapped and bleeding, and the eyes under his eyelashes are vacantly looking towards the sky. It took a few seconds before he reluctantly focused his gaze on Zhou Hui's face and said softly: "You can't kill the third world, because..."
"Shhh," Zhou Hui gently and irresistibly covered his mouth and said, "No explanation."
His pupils are still red, like a monster looking down at the dying prey, lowering his head and gently printing a kiss on the center of Chu River's eyebrows:
"——I haven't asked you to explain yet."
His blood dripped from □□'s chest and landed on Chu He's cold cheeks. In the next moment, he hugged Chu He horizontally, stepped over the black smoke that grew on the ground, and walked away.
At the farther end of the sky, the wind ceased, the death breath disappeared, and the soul screamed to the sky and disappeared into the vast void.
However, the dark clouds have not dissipated. They are still hovering above the city, like a huge dark eye, coldly looking down at the ground below their feet.
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Nine heavens and ten earths, **** road.
Shakti supported King Ming III and staggered across the Grey River. In front of him, there were the twin iron-wheeled mountains and the tens of thousands of peaks. The monks and monks' violent wind that has lasted for thousands of years is blowing from the valley, engulfing flames and stench, and whizzing toward the deeper hell.
Suddenly she paused in her footsteps, and she was surprised: "——Magic Lord?"
Mozun Fanluo was facing her back, a huge black shadow stood quietly in the gray river water, turning his head when he heard the words.
"It's been a long time for you," he said lightly.
Shakti made himself calm, but his cheek muscles trembled a few times that were not easily noticeable: "The Thousand Degrees Realm is broken, but I have other ways to compensate..."
"No," a cold sarcasm appeared in Fan Luo's eyes: "Phoenix King specially sent you down to find a way of compensation for me."
Shakti hasn't realized what it means, suddenly the devil drew his sword and raised his hand, and the gust of wind chopped off the last head of King Jung III Ming Wang!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shakti burst out screaming, and instantly the black blood rose, and the completely dead body of King Ming III shook and threw into the river!
At the same time, the demon flame ignited on the side of Vatican, and within a few seconds, he sucked away all the mana that the King of King Ming had nowhere to depend on, and then differentiated and dissolved in the black demon flame, becoming pure energy into the body.
At that moment, there was a long tearing sound in the depths of his soul. The seal under Zhou Hui that year finally broke out with terrible cracks under the continuous impact of powerful energy.
"——The devil!" Shakti furiously: "You treachery villain, you——!"
"You are mistaken," Mozun gave a joking smile: "It was not you who made a contract with me."
His face covered with black stripes was **** and cruel. On the Hell Ash River, he stepped on a boat made of skeletons and his hands and feet, turned and laughed.