At the same time as the blood-red eyeballs emerged from the flesh and blood, Zhicang Dongye felt a more terrifying aura than before.

"So that's the case, the power you hold is also very interesting... Although it is somewhat similar to the origin of our Fujin Sword, it is not... Let me think about it, this should be the power left in the world by some 'destroyed god' falling from the seat?"

The blood-red eyeballs were unable to speak, but at this moment a wave of thinking penetrated his mind, which also made him hear the voice from the evil sword.

"Even the power of the Abandoned God... it cannot deny the identity... However, the time is similar. Besides, this action cannot be said to be a failure..."

The blood-red eyes blinked twice again, and a wave of thought came through.

"Let's leave today! It won't take long to meet again under the guidance of "Black Moon"!"

As soon as the words came, the eyeball suddenly turned into a bloody light and tried to break through the air. Unexpectedly, before flying a few meters away, one of the palms was slapped in a "slap" like a flies and a mosquito.

"It's really dangerous. If you let 'it' run back to the original body of the Heifang Cheying Show, things will be troublesome. Do you think this is the case..."

It seemed as if a figure appeared in the dead corner created when he looked away. This was Ping He Weixin, who should have been imprisoned.

The moment he appeared, there was no breath or sound, but the blood-colored eyeball had been slapped in the palm of his hand by Ping He Weixin.

"——The winter night of Zhikuang."

The man smiled.

His thin lips spasmed to both sides, and his smile was completely different from his past temperament.

"It's you, Hiraki!?"

There was a hint of surprise in the winter night of Zhicang.

Hira He Weixin is an extremely mysterious person, but now, the feeling this man gives him is not only a simple "mystery", but also a strong threat.

Just when this person stood there, he felt an invisible sense of oppression, which surged from the other end with an overwhelming momentum. Moreover, it was not a pure deterrence, but a more essential...yes, it was the darkness that lingered in the heart. At this time, the atmosphere entangled around the man could freeze the viewer's heart.

"Higa...what do you want to do?"

Zhicang Dongye did not remove the "black Vajra power" state, and looked directly at Hira He Weixin with vigilance.

Hirae Weixin's appearance was too strange, and he couldn't help but be alert. What's more, he noticed that there was a figure lying at the feet of the big charlatan - Iwaki Sect Valley. This man, who was as strong as a brown bear, didn't know what was wrong, but now he fell softly at Hirae Weixin's feet like a pool of mud.

"Swish!"

A sword light that bloomed like an arc of moon broke out from behind Pinghe Weixin, which was the blanket algae holding the "fishing cage bottle" in his hand.

The result of her sword was like a phantom, and Ping He Weixin's body dissipated like mist.

Disappeared...?

A trace of confusion flashed across the eyes of Ji Zao Xiaoju. She had no idea that the enemy would disappear under her nose, and a more strange scene appeared in Chikura Dongye's eyes.

The girl with two ponytails suddenly rushed out for some reason, holding the samurai sword in her hands and slashing towards the empty position. She didn't even look at Hira He Weixin, and a ball of air locked in her eyes fell down with force.

"Bang!"

She patted Jian Zao Xiaoju's shoulder with one hand. She quickly turned her head and was about to wave the knife. A finger pointed to the blonde girl's forehead.

"Sleep a little girl."

He Weixin's fingertips a little, and Jian Zao Xiaoju's eyes turned black, and her body fell backward without control, and the fishing cage bottle fell to the ground.

"Damn it!!"

Zhikura Toshiye was also startled by his actions. He then let out a low roar, and suddenly the scales of his hands bloomed. His arms, which had already expanded, suddenly expanded again, and his fierce and boundless fist hit Hiraga.

Hiraki was still moved, and two big fists hit him behind him, shattering his spine.

(Wait a minute...this feeling is not right!)

The moment he hit the target, Chikura Tomoya felt some dissonance and he quickly retreated.

Snap.

Hirahi Weixin pressed her broken spine and slowly turned around, revealing a rotten and swollen face.

It was not the face of a living person, but the face of a dead person, and it was highly decaying to present the giant's face. Even when a strong stench of corpse came out in the air.

"It's a pity... Zhicang, your research on tangible arts is quite limited. You can't hurt me who has mastered the power of "Nine-Phase Pictures". The tangible arts can indeed restrain the intangible arts, but that is also hierarchical. You, who can't even be called "public" at this stage, are still quite a distance between you and me."

As he spoke, Weixin's body was rotting faster. His skin was broken and his flesh was constantly peeling off. The flesh and bones mixed with red, black and white were also exposed, looking more and more like a corpse. However, no corpse could speak as if nothing had happened like Heihe.

"This guy talked about the "Nine-Phase Picture"... fat swelling, bruising, broken cracks, blood smearing, insect feeding, can it be that Hirae's ability has anything to do with the Changshi Sect? No, it may also be hallucinations or something. At least the ability to deal with the carp agar just now should be close to the illusion and confusion..."

Zhikura Tomoya did not fully believe Hiraki's words. At this time, his toes were a little on the ground, and the knife that was lost to the ground by Carnemao Xiaoju was kicked in the air.

He reached out and grabbed the fishing bottle transformed by Dao Ji in his palm. He sucked, and the handle of the knife released a strange force as if it was discharged. He wanted to bounce his hand away, but was grabbed by his five fingers covered with scales.

(Wait a minute...Mr. Zhikura, don't be so tough, and you are not my sheath master, so you can't use mine if you do this...)

The sound of fishing for the cage bottle was directly transmitted to Zhicang Dongye's consciousness, but he didn't have time to fish for the cage bottle with "Dao Ji".

"Stop talking nonsense, the handle of the knife is a bit prickly, but if you can hold it, just use it!"

(No!! Mr. Zhikura, even if he barely holds me like this, he can only use me as a stick, and it is not that the Lord of the Sheath will move at all--)

After Wurong Daoji finished speaking, Zhikuang Dongye's figure suddenly flew at a terrifying speed. The fishing bottle swung forward a silver arc that cuts the air, turning into a killer piercing through Hira He Weixin's body.

“Hey?”

Zhicang was very surprised by the feel of this knife, and what was even more surprised than him was the fishing cage bottle in his hand.

(No...Impossible! How could anyone other than the Sheath Lord be able to use me?!)

At this moment, the tone of fishing for the cage bottle was like a virgin who found himself losing his virginity, full of grievances and resentment.

At the same time, Hira He Weixin, who was cut from his right shoulder by the sword, suddenly exploded from the middle, like a bomb stuffed into his body, and his whole body was blown into countless blood mud and flew everywhere.

But the next second, just like the video was reversed, the flesh and blood fragments scattered in the air were automatically rewind and condensed into a human form again in the center.

"'In fact, if I don't want to die, no one can kill me now.' - I said this to Du Ruoyou people before, and now, I can say it again..."
Chapter completed!