MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 206
"No one wants to be killed like this."
Wu Rong said indifferently: "Can you hear what he is saying?"
Just now Luo Shiyi said to Guitong, "Now, do you still use the language of Tiankeng to curse?" He thought Guitong's vague words of resentment were cursing. Wu Rong heard it clearly, so when piercing Luo Shiyi's heart, he said, "He didn't curse you".
Guitong was indeed not cursing, although others would subconsciously label him as terrifying and cruel when they first saw this twisted and terrifying incarnation of resentment. Even when Wu Rong saw through the eyes of the Qingling Gu that the people in the entire Hongya safety zone fell into an inexplicable lethargy, his first reaction was that something happened in the crack of the Great Tiankeng, and ghost children were causing trouble.
But many times, the truth of the matter is not the case.
Wu Rong's words made Luo Shiyi's face even more contemptuous and cold. He sneered and said, "Don't speculate on heroes, it will only show your narrowness and insignificance. The reason why heroes are heroes is because they can do things that ordinary people can't do." Things that ordinary people can’t do.”
"Heroes are not afraid of death, and you cannot be a hero if you are afraid of death!"
Luo Shiyi turned into a black shadow and suddenly attacked Wu Rong before he finished speaking. His speed was extremely fast, and he was in front of Wu Rong in an instant. Wu Rong did not hesitate to raise dead branches in front of him to resist, the sound of clanging and metal impacts was sharp and piercing, Luo Shiyi and Wu Rong faced each other while sparks were flying, less than a bar away. He didn't know when he changed the mask on his face!
The upright mask with red, black and gold patterns was replaced by a dark, pale and ghostly mask. Drooping eyes, two lines of dark ghost tears dripping from the corners of the eyes, revealing an indescribable evil nature. Just like the black Buddha statue that Wu Rong had seen in the abyss of the tiankeng. The more solemn and sacred something is, the more evil and gloomy its backside is.
This kind of evil energy is higher than yin and yang, and Luo Shiyi's weapon for cutting dead branches is a strange-looking axe. The wooden handle was shiny and oily, and covered with brown stains, like the color of dried blood. The blade of the ax is sharp and sharp, and can easily cut off a person's head. Obviously it is a matching weapon with the black and white mask, just like the bell that Luo Shiyi wore when he wore the black and red mask.
Please God can make people possess extraordinary and powerful power, and matching them with suitable weapons is no less than adding wings to a tiger! The ax blade was firmly stuck on the dead branch, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a while. But Wu Rong's complexion became paler and paler, with an ominous blackness faintly rising, Yintang turned black, and evil spirits entered his body, which was a sign of great misfortune. This evil energy was extremely difficult to deal with. Wu Rong's body was still human after all, and he hadn't reached the strength of his soul. After a few breaths of stalemate, he stepped back half a step, which was already a small defeat!
'Fu...Qingnan...'
The talisman rope swayed, and Wu Rong was already approaching the core of the talisman array. After retreating half a step, he was a little closer to the ghost boy who was deeply trapped in the talisman array. Half of Guitong's body fell into the talisman array, as if swallowed by the red swamp. His face was distorted in pain, and the eerie resentment was constantly being purified and shed by the talisman fire, making him smaller and smaller. But even so, the ghost boy was still struggling, and his face did not have the slightest sense of tranquility, but the resentment grew deeper and darker.
He was unwilling, unwilling to be purified like this. He didn't get what he wanted, and the resentment that was forcibly cleared will only come back in a more terrifying posture next time! The raving sound became weaker, but still clear. The words that Luo Shiyi thought were curses were actually nothing more than a confused child calling out a name engraved in the depths of his soul unwillingly.
'Fu Qing... Nan...'
It may be because the blood soaked into Kukuka's relics and soaked the rune yellow paper, and the two sides had a subtle connection, so Wu Rong could understand Guitong's words, and Guitong's strong resentment also affected Wu Rong. Wu Rong was originally a person with cold feelings and indifferent emotions. For the first time in his life, he felt somewhat indescribable resistance and disgust towards someone he had never met.
Fu Qing is very good, and Nan is also good, but Fu Qingnan really caused too much trouble. Especially Luo Shiyi's words just now, under the influence of Guitong's emotions, made Wu Rong faintly angry.
"Seven emotions are not complete, taking advantage of others' danger?"
He took another half step back, and the thick black evil spirit spread to his forehead, but Wu Rong smiled. He glanced at the sky, and when he looked back, he curled his lips wantonly. The black and evil spirit contrasted sharply with the pale face, and the half-faced skeleton did not damage his beauty at all, but added a thrilling and evil charm. It seems that Satan, who tempts thousands of angels to fall from heaven voluntarily, is not a weak and pitiful canary in a cage, but a demonic charm brought by incomparably powerful strength, which can make thousands of evil ghosts willingly surrender and worship.
Even Luo Shishi was influenced by him, he was dazed for a moment, and Wu Rong raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile the next moment:
"He took the initiative to form a bond with me, you know."
"Fu Qingnan took the initiative to kiss me, you know, Luo, ten, one."
"You, you, shameless!"
Luo Shiyi's breath stagnates, and all kinds of emotions are mixed together and finally turned into shame and anger. He suddenly exerted force, forcing Wu Rong to take a few steps back. But in the next second, Luo Shixi thought something was wrong. Please ask God to have a high degree of similarity with God in your emotions, so that you can exert your strongest strength. But Wu Rong's words just now made him feel unstable, he couldn't control all kinds of emotions, it seemed that he was still suppressing Wu Rong, but in fact his divinity was weakened, revealing his flaws!
What Wu Rong caught was the flaw. His eyes sharpened, and the flames suddenly burned from his hands, and spread to the weapon in the blink of an eye. It was useless, quickly suppressing his emotions, his eyes returned to the frozen and indifferent Luo Shiyi expressionless. Don't say that what Wu Rong used was only the eclipsing yin fire, even if he used the positive yang fire, or even the fusion of yin and yang fires, it was impossible to cause damage to the axe.
The evil **** is also a god, which is a higher level of power than the two forces of yin and yang. If Wu Rong hit Huo Huo's attention, then he was completely wrong!
But Wu Rong was not naive enough to intend to hurt Luo Shiyi with flames. The yin eclipse fire was burning on the dead branches, and the dead branches that had been attacked countless times were easily ignited by the flames. Those who can resist the corpse puppet's attack and injure the Queen of the Gods, of course, will not be ordinary dead branches, but that weird, powerful, ubiquitous scepter!
It can read people's hearts very well, when Wu Rong used it as a dead branch, it didn't make a sound, as if it was just a common dead branch with a little harder root. But when Wu Rong burned the bark and showed his intention to use it, the scepter immediately became active. Carefully expressing his joy and excitement, and humbly hinting to Wu Rong that if he can accept its submission and merge with it, it can kill the dwarf opposite with one move.
Regarding the allegiance of the scepter, Wu Rong was noncommittal. Compared with him, Luo Shiyi immediately felt an extremely strong sense of death crisis and killing intent! He has a very strong intuition, and this is the first time he has felt this completely irresistible killing intent, which even makes the mask tremble slightly, and this comes from the weapon in Wu Rong's hand!
Without any hesitation, he retreated decisively and returned to the edge of the cliff in an instant. Nervous, he immediately saw Wu Rong throwing down a dead branch that turned into a silver pole, obviously throwing it to the ground, but the silver pole flew up to the ground as if it had a soul, heading straight to kill him!
The feeling of being locked was extremely terrifying, but Luo Shiyi didn't retreat any further, instead his whole body condensed and became quiet. This is something from the Great Tiankeng! The token around his waist is hot, which is the reaction that will only appear after encountering something in the Great Tiankeng. Such a strong and terrifying evil spirit must not let it leave the range of the talisman array, otherwise it will cause many murders! At this moment, Luo Shiyi has made up his mind that even if he sacrifices himself, he will definitely destroy this silver staff!
He also pointed to the wound on his chest like a knife, and drew a strange and eerie pattern on the mask with his heart and blood. The original silver hair turned into pure white in an instant. Facing the approaching scepter, Luo Shiyi recited the mantra silently. His own anger continued to flow away. His whole body was like a corpse, and his aura gradually merged with the mask. , A terrifying and thick shadow casts down, as if the evil **** of the underworld is about to descend.
Can't let him read any more!
Standing on the talisman rope, Wu Rong could see clearly, her brows were furrowed, and she shouted decisively, "Fu Qing/Nan, do it!"
Still want to use this trick to shake his mood?
Luo Shiyi's expression was calm, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his human aura was getting weaker, but his evil nature was getting stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to sacrifice his whole body to the evil god!
But in the next moment—
boom!
The golden red flame burst into flames like the rising sun, and the dazzling light instantly reflected the night as bright as day! In the flames, the Qingjun Taoist held a mahogany sword, his robe sleeves fluttered in the wind, and slashed at Luo Shishi's mask with a sharp sword. Behind him, the blood-clothed ghost followed like a shadow, his black hair was flying in the flames, and the sword with his pale spine pierced the ever-growing black shadow of the evil **** behind Luo Shiyi!
