"Death?" The inexplicable voice said these two words.
Whether it was in the depths of silence or the collapsed true and false cemeteries; everyone who entered Tiannunu Cemetery, living or dead, heard this sourceless sound. The demon hiding in the darkness suddenly jumped out in ecstasy after hearing this voice.
The appearance of the cemetery outside changed drastically. All that could be seen at a glance were endless treasures. Deep in the silence, Mu Ziyun's violent aura broke away from Mo Chaozhen's shackles and stepped heavily onto the ground. His face would twitch every few breaths. In his own consciousness, he seemed to be floating, but his true body was moving.
Mo Chaozhen's body began to swell like a water balloon, then continued to change and stopped when it reached a height of five or six feet. A finger is like a big tree root, which looks like it will break if you poke it.
"No," Tie Luohan and Luqiu Gongliang shouted at the same time, "Run quickly." It seemed that Mo Chaozhen was going to take action. If he stayed here, he would definitely be affected. A group of people fled here, and the people in the dark corner The mysterious master also quickly found a place out of the wind.
Mo Chaozhen's giant-like body began to shrink and squeeze, his limbs tightened as much as possible toward his torso. It was filled with gas, and the explosion produced under high pressure was equivalent to several tons of explosives.
Mu Ziyun didn't know how to deal with it. He was completely casual now. He opened his arms and the left half of his face twitched violently. He slowly grinned, and the breath he exhaled turned into a cloud of fire, floating upward in lumps. .
He was in terrible pain. His body was his own and he was not deprived of consciousness, but he just couldn't control it. He twitched again and again. His ferocious face exuded turbid air, his nose, ears, mouth, and even his eyes, and there were large areas of fire and fire. The clouds circled around Muziyun.
There was a buzzing in the throat, and Mu Ziyun's stomach swelled three or four times. At this moment, Mo Chaozhen's giant body made of Qi was torn open, without any cracks to accompany the prelude, and it was released with such a bang, almost at the same time Mu Zi The clouds erupted into pillars of fire.
His head was lowered at first, and the fire pillar first cut the ground. When he raised his head, the fire pillar collided with the surging air. In an instant, all the darkness was illuminated by the flames. If you compare that scene to art, it is really beautiful. , in this spacious enough space, every area is filled with Qi carrying yellow Mars, and each Qi is blended and reborn in the flow.
In the center of the art venue, Mo Chaozhen wrapped himself airtight with visible white air. On the other side, Mu Ziyun was like a crazy monster, with his two nostrils spraying fire breath downwards, and his face was full of pain, waiting for him to howl. When he screamed, his open mouth suddenly spit out flames, followed by two pillars of fire from his eyes, and then his heart, navel, palms and soles, like a furnace with holes drilled out, he plunged himself into the fire.
"It's so painful, I want to die." Mu Ziyun's consciousness was still very clear. Those flames were like his blood, being drawn out. In fact, he could control and stop what he was doing, but he couldn't.
It's like there are two completely different instructions in the brain, both of which are the awareness of the true existence of the self, but they cannot negotiate and merge, and can only let the two instructions be implemented randomly.
The gas in the space turned into four streams and flowed towards Mo Chaozhen, regrouping his body. Perhaps he had swallowed up too much fire energy. Exquisite and clear internal organs and blood vessels appeared in his five to six foot tall body. With a trembling sound, this His body fell straight towards Mu Ziyun.
Exploding again was nothing more than the same art, but soon Mo Chaozhen started a new round of bombing. Different from the methods used in previous assassinations, this time it was vigorous, and it didn't matter whether the body would reach its limit, as long as it could kill It’s worth it if you get Mu Ziyun.
Mu Ziyun stopped spitting fire, maybe another command in his brain came into play, but as soon as the fire went out, his thin body was hit by the oncoming air waves and hit the stone wall, and he could no longer spit out blood. His internal organs were numb. With a kick of his legs, Mu Ziyun stood up.
He grabbed his hands in front of him like a fool, then covered his mouth and nose with both hands, exhaled into the closed palms, exhaled, then opened a hole in front, and a stream of flames and sulfur turned into a nearly 180-degree flame. Mu Ziyun's hands and mouth were filled with black smoke as the pulp exploded out. He did not inhale but exhale, and every exhale was a wave of fire.
"die?"
It was that voice again, saying those two words, but the emotion it carried became very excited. Elsewhere, Yao Yu (Youmian Xiaosheng) was laughing, and there were dozens of fresh masterpieces around him. Those masterpieces were already Unable to hide their anxiety, they desperately wanted to run into the depths of the cemetery and find that thing.
When the fire wave subsided, Mo Chaozhen disappeared. Mu Ziyun knew that the guy would not be easily killed, so he was prepared to be hit again. The temperature of the ground under his feet was extremely high, so he was not afraid of Mo Chaozhen. The fire was emerging from the ground, and Mu Ziyun deliberately restrained the spread of fire. He was afraid that it would get out of hand and cause a catastrophe like before. After all, Mo Chaozhen was not the only one here.
Suddenly, the stone above his head peeled off quickly, and in a few breaths he reached the place where he was standing. Sure enough, Mo Chaozhen was still alive. Just when Mu Ziyun was wondering how Mo Chaozhen would take action, a crack appeared on the left side of his neck.
Mu Ziyun's reaction was quite fast. Before his neck was torn open, he used his fire energy to grab the invisible air blade. At the same time as he grabbed it, Mo Chaozhen's figure appeared, and his mouth was still stained with blood. If he hadn't got into the ground in time before being swallowed, he might have been burned to ashes.
However, he won the duel. Mo Chaozhen's left hand was still in the state of Qi and could not be withdrawn because it was wrapped in fire Qi. However, his right hand and even most of his body could move freely, and he could cut off Mu Ziyun's head by turning it into a stream of Qi.
"Don't move," Mo Chaozhen said coldly, "Answer me and I might be able to spare your life." Mu Ziyun lowered his head and closed his eyes, without responding.
Mo Chaozhen continued: "Where is the White Lotus Crying Son? Are you using it? Where is it?" "Oh?" Mu Ziyun opened his eyes and replied teasingly: "Do you want it?"
"So, the White Lotus Crying Son is really still there, what kind of treasure did you give those monsters?" "It's a hundred times better than the White Lotus Crying Son." "A hundred times better than the White Lotus." Mo Chaozhen muttered a few words, and then said sharply: "Give me!"
"Is it you who wants it? Or Chang Ke Zong?" "Mo Chaozhen didn't reply. Mu Ziyun chuckled and said, "So you are not exactly a dog. How about we make a deal? I'll give you the treasure and you kill Lu Huazhuang. Anyway, you won't always be their leader. How about that?"
"Jie Jie Jie," Mo Chaozhen said with a sinister smile: "How naive. I want you to die just in one thought, make a deal with me? Haha, I know why you died today, that's because"
"Death?" That voice again
Mo Chaozhen and Mu Ziyun were both startled. They raised their heads and looked around. Mu Ziyun shouted, "Who is it? Is it the senior just now?"
Mo Chaozhen didn't shout. He transformed half of his body into Qi and scattered into various passages. He quickly searched for the source of the sound. In half a stick of incense, he found that in addition to the previous few people, there was also someone who had also returned from the dead. Mo Chaozhen There was no other face except the surprised Zuozhiwei.
Withdrawing his body, Mo Chaozhen whispered dryly: "Who is there? Come out and speak."
When the flames extinguished, the depths were shrouded in darkness again, and the fear that still arose in their hearts was entangled in their hearts. The voice should be a human voice, but it seemed to come from all directions. Who would have such ability? According to Chaozhen's investigation, the man should be ten miles away.
Could it be Tiannunu?
