C197 (1/2)
Bang bang bang, countless chains were broken one after another, and the corpse slowly threw the shackles in his hands and slapped them to Hongling's feet. It turns around, that some dry and can not open the eyes, showing a trace of fine light, grinning at Hongling.
”Leave a life, or, die!”
This hoarse voice, like the old man's mouth, with a sense of decay. But it is this that makes people feel more creepy.
The young man ignored the furious corpse. The man and the sword had already rushed to the monster. His long sword quickly cut off some bald heads of the corpse, and the sharp sword spirit cut open the void, with a sharp shrill sound.
Roar, the corpse roars, and grabs the ghost claw full of corpse gas towards the blade of sad God. Keng, a bright spark flashed, the claws and the sword hit each other, the two produced a terrible force, Hongling shock back quickly.
His body hovered in mid air, trying to cushion his body. However, the wisdom of this mummy is far beyond imagination. Its ghost claws toward the front and close again. A phantom ghost claw formed by corpse gas is grasped towards Hongling.
Hong Ling's face was awe inspiring. She was staring at the ghost claw which suddenly came out of the void. A trace of dignified color flashed in her eyes. With a roar of rage, the blazing thunder of the end of heaven suddenly set on his sword. Hum, a clear sound of sword chant sounded, but saw in the void a sword awn suddenly born, hit the ghost claw.
Boom, the ghost's claws are smashed. Hong Ling's body shape flashed. Between the electric light and the flint, he had already passed through the broken claw shadow. He came to the corpse and cut it again and again. It's also a straight sword, but it's more powerful and has the power of splitting mountains and stones.
The corpse screamed, and a ghost claw grabbed it up again and directly grasped the blade of Hongling. It roared, and the corpse gas on the ghost claw rolled up like a poisonous snake along the long sword. It took Hongling's hand holding the sword.
”Hum!” The young man snorted coldly, and his armor was filled with a scarlet blood mist, which obviously aroused the swallowing breath of the demon mines. Hishishi, the strong corpse gas, once met this enchanting blood gas, instantly was torn to swallow, disappeared.
However, the corpse gas in the dry corpse is as endless as a vast ocean. It roared, and once again there was a more sinister and sinister air of corpse. These icy corpse gas, like countless horrible leeches, constantly wriggling, toward Hongling shrouded.
Hong Ling looked at these violent corpse gas coldly, and her mind moved. All the magic tools on her suddenly filled with scarlet mist. The terrors of the goblin mine began to appear. These dark red mists, like cobras spitting out their message to the sky, with a brush, stabbed at the impact of corpse gas.
As soon as the corpse Qi and the blood gas fight each other, they are in a standstill. Obviously, the corpse gas released by the corpse is too strong, even the corpse can hardly swallow it in an instant. However, after all, the sky erosion demon mine is still a chess player, slowly assimilating these corpse Qi, and bit by bit devouring it.
Roar, the devoured corpse gas is obviously something that can affect the corpse. At this time, the corpse was engulfed and roared with pain. Correspondingly, Hongling felt that the faster the spirit power consumed in the magic weapon was, the faster the spirit power was consumed.
If it goes on like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to swallow up the corpse Qi at all, and all the magic weapons will fall into a deep sleep because they lose the blessing of spiritual power. This is not what Hong Ling wants to see. He doesn't want his magic weapons to fall asleep. If it's OK in the outside world, but in the dead sea of the nether world, especially on the Tianzhong of Beiming, once the magic weapon sleeps, it will be difficult for him to face the next crisis alone.
After biting her teeth, Hongling forcibly stops the power of tianero demon mine, making it slowly silent. He looked to the ground, where the broken chains of bondage were constantly reconnecting. Although the mummy destroyed the body of the sacred instrument, it could not destroy its spirit. Therefore, the shackles of God can be recovered by itself.
Hong Ling took out the soul capture bell, and the huge breath poured into the dark red bell and shook it gently.
”Ring the bell!” A strong sound wave came out of the bell and swept towards the corpse. Moreover, a wisp of dense streamer, slowly atomized, into the brain of the corpse. The original rampant mummy stopped all activities in this moment. In its body, there is an indescribable great power, in a stalemate with the power of the Dementor bell.
Holding the hand of the Dementor bell, she trembled slightly. Hongling's eyes were full of dignified color. As a sacred weapon to attack the soul, the Dementor bell is naturally powerful. But in front of a corpse of the fifth robbery, it is still not enough to see. The ghost in the corpse's body is struggling to resist the power of the Dementor bell, so that Hong Ling, who controls the Dementor bell, has to pour genuine Qi into the bell.
If he cut off the true Qi a little, the corpse might break free in an instant. Therefore, at this time, he can only be regarded as the two functions of heart, one hand is controlling the soul catching bell, the other is controlling the sad God sword. Seeing that the walking corpse was frozen on the spot, Hongling's pupil was locked, and his vast divine consciousness drove the sad God sword to shoot at the corpse's throat.
Keng, a flash of bright sparks in the neck of the walking corpse, Hongling face a coagulation. The walking corpse, without the support of corpse Qi, was so terrible that it was hard to be wounded by a sharp weapon like the God of mercy. He didn't even know how to erase this horrible corpse here.If you can't solve this guy, I'm afraid all of them will have to account here. Hong Ling was not reconciled to this, and once again took control of the sword and fired at the corpse's eyebrows. Hiss, another flash of sparks, the corpse is still intact, the youth some disappointed want to take back the sword.