Volume 2: Urban Legend Chapter 65: The End of the Immortal Emperor

"Here, she looks like an ordinary woman, but it doesn't matter, as long as it's alive, it's enough!" said the Immortal Emperor overjoyed, and rushed straight to the woman.

The Emperor of the Underworld covered the knife mark on his chest with his right hand, grabbed the woman's right shoulder with his left hand, and shouted in a deep voice that could not be refuted: "Look at my eyes!"

This deep drink had a bit of hypnotic nature and spiritual effect, and as the eyes of the Immortal Emperor darkened, the corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly......

The consciousness of the Immortal Emperor forcibly intruded into the alien consciousness that he thought was defenseless, and because his physical body was severely damaged, the ideology could not maintain its original form, and could only appear in the form of a black mist.

"Huh? It's pitch black...... Damn, is this woman so weak that she doesn't even have ideology? With my current body, I don't have the mental strength to find a second living body...... There is no way, but to consume a little consciousness power to build a new consciousness space......" As soon as the Immortal Emperor thought of the pain that his body was suffering, he didn't want to go back, and immediately sank his heart, ready to draw out his consciousness power.

"Well, why can't you mobilize the power of consciousness?

Realizing that the ego had lost contact with consciousness, he initially thought it was the negative effects of physical trauma, so he tried to reconstruct the connection.

After five minutes, the Emperor began to sense that something was wrong, and when he looked around, it was still pitch black and empty.

"Isn't it?"

The Immortal Emperor suddenly shifted his vision upwards, and the scene that caught his eye made him completely desperate:

A behemoth hung in the sky in a way that obscured the sky and the sun, and the Emperor couldn't see the whole thing clearly, and could only vaguely see a corner of the edge moving slowly.

"It's ...... A mountain, my consciousness is dwindling...... It's the mountain that refines my consciousness!"

The Immortal Emperor was shocked and frantically wanted to escape, but in the consciousness space of a different person, how could he come and leave as soon as he said?

"This woman has been in the trap since the beginning! She deliberately let me into this consciousness space! Damn! This woman! Who the hell is this woman!!"

The Emperor of the Underworld suddenly realized at this time, but he had no chance to repent, the behemoth hanging in the sky refined the last trace of consciousness, and began to move downward, ready to completely crush the Emperor's self-consciousness!

"No !!"

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In reality, Qi Xian'er glanced at the purple flames that were gradually extinguishing at her feet, and muttered, "The underworld......? It seems that we will have to pay attention in the future. ”

By refining the Immortal Emperor's self-consciousness, he also obtained some useful information from his memory.

Qi Xian'er helped the frame of the mirror, and saw at a glance that thousands of meters away, Ye Xiao's strength alone was against hundreds of Sacred Domain powerhouses, as well as Han Zhen and others, and he did not fall behind in a short period of time.

"This battle has dragged on for too long, Xuanyuan Sword has become the target of everyone, and there will only be more and more people who rush to hear the news, and it is really unwise to participate in the competition...... " Qi Xian'er's thoughts changed many times, and finally chose to turn around and leave......

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At the same time, the vampire metropolis of New York, Queens, USA, an entertainment venue for vampire clubs, is usually closed during the day and open at night, and its business is tepid, and it has a lot of fame among certain people.

At this time, in the bedroom room on the fourth basement floor of the metropolis, a high-end and luxurious black coffin suddenly made a slight movement in the darkness, and after a while, the coffin lid slashed, and a pair of red eyes slowly opened.

"Morbius died in China...... Not even a single piece of information was sent back...... The eyeliner planted in the sanctuary was completely broken...... Unfortunately, the long-term plan came to an end...... Poor Morbius, he doesn't even know at whose hands he died. ”

The man in the coffin slowly got up and dressed himself in the darkness without hindrance.

"Underworld: Ace Killer, Blood King activates Ace Killer Certification. ”

"The underworld has accepted it, welcome back, Blood King. ”

"It's time to send blessings to the mysterious kingdom of the East......"

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At eight o'clock in the evening of the same day, Zhao Feng left the Fuyuan community, and after an afternoon of exploration at home, he had basically refined the first layer of the "Getaway" body method, Imperial Water, and through the initial setting, the ten square meters of land was filled with five meters of live seawater, which means that his private illusory space has become an "ultra-small" sea area covering an area of ten square meters.

Zhao Feng completed the initial cultivation of the first level of leisurely swimming in his own private sea area, and now he has evolved from a landlubber to a diving high.

If I can make the water adhere to the surface of the skin, but it will not wet the skin and hair, then it can be regarded as the highest level of the first layer of water resistance. Zhao Feng has just groped in the private sea area, and has been able to rely on the dark energy Yu Wei running in the skin veins to block the sea water outside the skin surface by one centimeter, but he can't take care of the hair, and once he moves a little fast, the dark Jin Yu Wei may not be able to maintain the pressure of the sea water, and then "break the gong".

"If I can completely refine the first layer, I will already be invincible in my private sea area, and I don't know how to fight against other players who have private space......" Zhao Feng thought as he came to the eighteenth warehouse, of course, he was not wearing a black light ring on his hand at this time, but wearing the black wood ring given by Zhuang Chongyang on his left index finger.

"Zhao Feng, there is your letter!

As soon as Zhao Feng arrived at the door of the management room, he was pulled in by Bai Ze and handed him a courier letter.

"The letter from the head office?" Zhao Feng was shocked, thinking that it was because he met Lu Ming before and didn't have time to punch in, so the company wanted to dismiss him, right?

"If you lose this job, you can't afford to raise a girl...... Zhao Feng opened the courier with a nervous mood, and briefly browsed the letter, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after two minutes.

Seeing this, Bai Ze took the letter and looked at it, and said in disbelief: "The invitation for team building from the head office? Zhao Feng, shouldn't you have someone covering it from the head office, right?"

"Nonsense, if I had someone covered, I wouldn't have squeezed an apartment with you, I think it should be that the head office thinks that I was injured in the line of duty before and wants to compensate me, in fact, it's not necessary, it's time for a holiday, it's time for a salary increase, or ...... I still wrote back and said I couldn't go. Zhao Feng is not interested in the so-called team building, after all, he is just a small staff member of the branch, he has just joined the company for less than a month, and he can't even be called a colleague with the people in the head office, and he doesn't know how to get along with those people.

"Don't! You look at the name of the payment, that is the boss of Shangshan Group, the boss personally sent you an invitation letter in his personal name, if you refuse, don't want a job!"