Chapter 299: Destroying Totems in the Maze (2/2)
The Violet Qi Guillotine looked like a crescent h the air toward the intersection As it entered the crossroads, the air distorted around it, rippling The e what had seemed like a void before look as if it were covered with a veil that was now being lifted up Suddenly, a figure becaedHao, and incredibly arment, and visible on his skin was a depiction of a three-headed flood dragon totem!
This was a Cultivator from the Western Desert!!
Now that he had been revealed, he suddenly lifted his right ared froloith a black aura, and in front of hion appeared Roaring, it shot forward and tore into the Violet Qi Guillotine
A boo Hao watched as the Violet Qi Guillotine began to disintegrate, transfor into wisps of Violet Qi that dissipated into the air At the saan to break up into pieces The Western Desert Cultivator’s face was unsightly as he stared in shock at Meng Hao
Meng Hao gave a cold snort, lifting his hand and waving it forward
“Violet Qi Garrote!” As he waved his hand, the Violet Qi in the area suddenly stilled Then it began to twist, extending, transfor into countless threads that circled around the Western Desert Cultivator It rapidly surrounded hi Hao clenched his hand into a fist, and the strands of Violet Qi contracted
This technique was so a Violet Furnace Lord This was the second form of the Violet Qi Guillotine, a technique from the Violet Qi Division In addition to this second form, there was a third form called Violet Gibbous Moon!
The Western Desert Cultivator’s face was dark as the Violet Qi Garrote closed in around hiht arm, upon the back of which suddenly appeared a totem
This totem was simple; it was a red fist, about the size of an infant’s hand However, in the blink of an eye, a roaring power exploded out from the body of the Western Desert Cultivator
The hand of his upraised arm clenched into a fist and punched doard
The fist hit nothing but air, but as it did, layers of ripples surged out The piercing shriek of an infant could be heard, and as it echoed out, the ripples sla Violet Qi Irate
The face of the Western Desert Cultivator was pale Blood oozed out of the corners of hisHao with fear in his eyes
“You’re an alchemist fro backward “I never iined that you would have a Cultivation base such as this Sir, I was rash just now I’ll take my leave” A third totem appeared on his left arm, but it appeared to be only half corow blurry, as if he would disappear into the air
“A bit rash?” said Meng Hao, his eyes glittering with killing intent If he hadn’t dodged at just the right time, he would have been beheaded Even as the words left his mouth, he shot forward
“You Southern Doive up!” said the Western Desert Cultivator with a cold snort “It’s obvious that we’re both in the Pseudo Core stage You used full power just now! Clearly we’re an even match!” Ferocity suddenly filled his face
His expression had changed because as Meng Hao advanced, he began to rotate his Cultivation base, causing power to explode out This poas even greater than that fro in the area to shake
Meng Hao lifted up his right hand and extended three fingers!
A shocking three fingered Blood Palm appeared It transformed into a murderous Blood Qi which shot toward the Western Desert Cultivator
“Live through this three finger strike and you can leave!”
The face of the Western Desert Cultivator flickered, filling with astonish his body instantly disappeared; he couldn’t possibly maintain his invisibility He lifted his hand and tapped his forehead; the three-headed flood dragon totem, as well as the blood-colored fist tote Hao’s three-fingered blood pal massive boom echoed out in all directions The Western Desert Cultivator let out a blood-curdling scream His body shook as the fist totem shattered Blood sprayed frorated He retreated backward several paces, his face pale Before he could say a single word, a single Blood Finger slah his body, and he toppled to the ground, dead
Meng Hao approached He looked down at the dead Western Desert Cultivator, whose name he didn’t even know He knelt down next to the body and fished out a bag of holding His eyes shone with thoughtfulness
“So, it seems I’m not alone in this place… These Western Desert Cultivators have soe techniques They’re as different from those of the Southern Doer would have been sufficient to slay a Pseudo Core Cultivator” Giving a final glance to the Western Desert Cultivator, he noticed that the tote into black ink
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