Except... an aura that he found inherently disgusting.
He exerted a little pressure and quickly discovered the mystery.
It's just a protective formation made of flames, with a layer of vague Buddhist essence underneath. There was no doubt that this was the work of Luo Chongming and the monk just now, but this kind of fragile seal like window paper made him sneer.
It turns out that it is this inconspicuous power that reduces the power of the blood mist.
Ghostly Howling Changyuan stepped forward. He slowly raised his hand, wanting to break this unpleasant shackles.
"stop!"
Suddenly, two loud shouts pierced the clouds and cracked the stone, accompanied by silver light, like silver fish galloping in the water.
The power of the waves and clouds came suddenly. When Gui Xiao Changyuan turned around, two sword lights crisscrossed and approached his back.
"Legacy Mei Tao! - Hao Yuan Qiong Mo Yin!"
The sword energy danced like a snake, piercing through the layers of blood mist and opening up a sleeve of ink dots.
Just as Gui Xiao Zhangyuan was about to raise his hand, he suddenly felt the earth beneath his feet. When he looked down, he suddenly saw a plum blossom coming out of the ground and wrapping around his legs, making him slightly sluggish!
Without luck, the sword energy was already approaching. "呲呲" Two sharp lights flashed across and broke through the tiger's mouth of his two palms.
Drops of blood immediately slid down his fingertips. Gui Xiao Changyuan felt a slight numbness pass into his spinal cord, and then he became even more angry.
Doesn't close the palm. He took advantage of the situation to raise his Qi, and without any time to release his energy, he shouted with one palm: "Shaking Spirit·Three Paths Palm."
A group of evil spirits suddenly roared out, making the poinsettia and plain branches unable to avoid it. The two of them worked together and raised their swords to block, but they were still unable to resist its power and both vomited blood.
Gui Xiao Changyuan followed with another snap of his fingers. Suddenly, the evil energy stabbed one after another, unstoppable, like black spots burning through the sky.
Subiezhi and Poinsettia were already out of breath, and when they received another blow from the coffin-opening finger, their internal organs were severely injured, and blood flowed out of the abdominal cavity quickly, like bright red cannonballs. Their bodies tilted and they immediately fell into the dust, their expressions in pain.
It can be seen... Gui Xiao Changyuan is already furious at this moment.
Obviously, this is not the end of Gui Xiao Changyuan's anger.
Casually stepping on the coiled plum blossoms, he raised his energy slightly, and the powerful sea of qi essence suddenly exploded behind him.
Raise your palms slowly, as before. He glanced at the white smoke flowing slowly in the sky, and his eyes showed impatience again.
"I'll send you two on your way first."
As soon as the verdict was announced, the ghost roar and Changyuan's ultimate moves gathered in mid-air. The giant axe was as huge as a hill, burning with hot flames at its mouth, aiming at the two of them.
Then, Gui Xiao Changyuan waved his hand, and the giant ax condensed into shape and suddenly flew down!
In an instant, a flash of golden light once again broke through the rocks buried in the ruins, connecting with the evil aura accompanying the giant axe. The mud on the ground was turned up like a rhythmless dance. Buried bones could be seen everywhere, and a fishy stench suddenly filled the air.
At the same time, Subiezhi and the other two took the opportunity to get up and put some distance between themselves and Guixiao Changyuan. Their bodies were covered with mud, mixed with blood and water, and they looked like extremely exaggerated pictures.
However, behind them, the brightest sunshine was shining brightly again.
In the blood haze, light suddenly shined towards the sky, shining in all directions. At the same time, a chill came down, and snow fell all over the ground, like a deep winter abyss.
There was rubble everywhere. But in an instant, there was only a roar, a body was hit hard to the ground, gravel was thrown up, and a flat road was opened.
Gui Xiao Changyuan squinted his eyes to take a closer look. Then, a faint look appeared on his face.
That turned out to be his ultimate weapon. He never expected that he, who was pregnant with Tushan's Hidden Veins, would be knocked down in such a embarrassing manner by these ants.
But despite this, the puppet still jumped up quickly. Even though he was covered in scars, he was still not affected at all.
The puppet gasped "huffing and puffing" like the throat of a tiger or leopard. Tushan's hidden veins were once activated, and every blood vessel on his body bulged high, looking extremely terrifying.
At this time, walking slowly from a distance was a group of righteous heroes headed by Yue Tianhan.
Zui Chenxiang, Hanging Deng Warrior Monk, Yue Shenchen and Kou Wufu. They were all injured to varying degrees, and Yue Shenchen and Kou Wufu were on the verge of serious injury.
After all, facing such a master, even a bloody bull like Kou Wufu would be unable to withstand the earth-shaking pressure.
Yue Shenchen's cough continued to echo in the air, and Kou Wufu and he walked at the end, supporting each other. When we got here, the pure white smoke hadn't arrived yet, and everything we could see was filled with deep blood mist, and the darkness was endless.
However, the light of hope has arrived.
Suddenly, the holy light filled the sky for a moment, and the bright clouds broke through the blood clouds. Where the aurora shines, Luo Chongming, covered in blood, appears again, carrying out the journey of the sky with one hand, without losing the brilliance of protecting the world.
Poinsettia and Plum then moved back to join the people who were coming.
Luo Chongming descended slowly, as majestic as a mountain, standing at the forefront of the crowd. Looking at Gui Xiao Changyuan calmly, even though his face was covered in bloodstains, he still felt a sense of awe from the bottom of his heart.
"Gui Xiao Changyuan...see the situation clearly." After a moment of silence, Luo Zhongming stared at Gui Xiao Changyuan and said calmly.
One sentence seemed neither light nor heavy, but in Guixiao Changyuan's ears, it seemed as if it was a critical sentence, and it made him feel angry.
The puppet came over with a rustling sound, and the ground was filled with bright red. Ghostly Xiao Changyuan clenched the scarred Jiuli Lushi tightly, his gaze hundreds of times more ferocious than that of a dying jackal.
"This sentence will also be returned to you." He suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.
Although there are many people in the righteous way, there is strength. But upon closer inspection, it was just a group of defeated soldiers. What did he have to fear?
"The skeletons under this land are just a few more of yours." He waved his halberd and frowned coldly, "You can't stop me. This is... eight hundred years of resentment."
The pupils of everyone present suddenly shrank. However, after a brief shock, Subiezhi shouted loudly: "Speaking of eight hundred years ago, wasn't that the disaster you created? Now it's the other way around, and the sinners have become us?!"
"Shut up." Gui Xiao Changyuan showed extreme disgust in the corners of his eyes, as if the wound had been torn open, "Innocent elves died under your hypocritical butcher's knives. How ridiculous is your pretense of justice?"
"More of our people died!..." Kowulf was about to shout, but Poinsettia raised his hand to stop him.
Luo Chongming looked back at the poinsettia crowd. He paused and said calmly: "Killing innocent people indiscriminately is what we did back then. But when it comes to anger, we are no less hurt than you. And all of this comes from the elves back then."
"Retribution of injustice, repayment of blood debts with blood, isn't this spiral forever endless?" Yue Tianhan agreed.
