Chapter 62: Death (Part II)

Goethe was puzzled for a moment, but he didn't think much of it when he saw Sora die in front of his eyes. Turning around, he looked carefully at this Oriental who had asked the bishop to come forward to protect him, what was so special about him? After careful inspection, he did not see anything peculiar, Goethe sighed, and he was able to save him.

Suddenly, a burst of hot blood spilled from the sky, and red blood splattered on the ground and eroded deep pits.

Jiang sake They looked along the place where the blood fell, and saw that above, the white-haired old man was holding Lord Qing with one big hand. It's like a juicer, the blood is squeezed out.

Lord Qing's eyes burst, he looked at the situation below, and shouted, "Hurry up!"

Goethe realized that although the Bishop was hiding in the vicinity, since he himself did not choose to make a move, he should not choose to make a quick move. After thinking about it, he waved his sleeves, and the gems on his fingers shone brightly, stirring up a strange wind, enveloping Jiang Qingjiu and Li Yimeng as if fleeing from a distance.

"I want to escape!" the white-haired old man sneered, as if mocking an ant. He instantly stretched out his other hand, and the big golden hand reached out towards Goethe at great speed.

Goethe's face changed dramatically, and he said secretly: "Not good. ”

Just as the big golden hand was about to grab Goethe, a figure suddenly emerged from the side. It's an Odyssey, Goethe's eyes showed a different color, what did he want to do?

I saw that Odyssey was blocking behind Goethe with a righteous attitude, and the light blue light that rose enveloped his whole body. After all, the disparity in strength between Odyssey and the white-haired old man was so great that the light mask around him didn't last for a few seconds before it broke apart.

The big golden hand seemed to be invisible, piercing through Odyssey's body, and he didn't even have time to let out a dying moan, but only showed an extremely uncomfortable expression and then turned into a point of light.

A wave of anger rose in Goethe's heart, although he did not have a good impression of the Odyssey, but after all, he blocked himself for a moment, and at the cost of his life. He glared at the white-haired old man fiercely as he looked back.

The old man smiled slightly, withdrew his hand holding Lord Qing, put Lord Qing into a bottle and hung the clock on his wrist, his steps were flexible, like a ghost, and several figures flashed behind Goethe not far away.

Lord Qing endured the intense pain and said, "You can kill me directly." ”

"Do you want to have a good time?" said the white-haired old man, then shook his head, and said indifferently, "You can't waste such a good body, Qing, I have already given you a chance, but you don't cherish it, now I will take you back and make you a zombie." Presumably, zombies made with your body and strength will be powerful. ”

Lord Qing's eyes gradually drifted, and he looked at the fleeing Jiang people in front of him with a hint of despair, and suddenly smiled with relief.

The white-haired old man looked at Lord Qing's expression and withdrew the bottle hanging from his wrist into his robe.

"You think you'll be able to escape. A thin man stepped out from behind a large tree in front of him. He played with a bronze dagger in his hand, his eyes were sly, and he had a scar on his face.

Goethe quickly stopped. Jiang Qingjiu held Li Yimeng with one hand, and the three of them stood up, both in front and behind, how to deal with it.

The white-haired old man laughed, stopped not far away, and said loudly, "You finally said, Ah ghost." “

The thin man Ah Ghost snorted coldly, and saluted the white-haired old man with the armrest, "I've seen my lord." The white-haired old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "You and I don't need to say much, just do it and kill Jiang Ren!"

Ah Ghost nodded, his gaze cold.

Jiang Qingjiu and Goethe both sensed that the strength of the man who was called a ghost should be in Xiaocheng.

Jiang Qingjiu couldn't help frowning, the other party was menacing and well-prepared, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape today.

Goethe turned the ginger sake behind him and said, "I'll leave that ghost to you, that white-haired old man, I'll deal with it." ”

Jiang Qingjiu nodded, and the two sides rushed towards the middle, starting a fight.

The ring between Goethe's fingers shone brightly, and he threw several punches in a row, which was extremely domineering. But the white-haired old man just smiled indifferently, and dissolved his fist with a light palm.

"You're no match for me. The white-haired old man smiled indifferently.

A cold sweat broke out on Goethe's forehead, and he really underestimated the strength of the white-haired old man. Suddenly, the old man smiled strangely, stretched out his huge palm, and slapped it at Goethe.

An overwhelming palm stirred up a puff of dust, and the surrounding trees fell one after another.

Li Yimeng sat paralyzed, leaning against a big tree. The eyes were complicated, Lord Qing was defeated like this, and this foreigner couldn't parry the other party's attack. No one has been able to keep the ginger sake now.

At this moment, Jiang Qingjiu was forced to retreat by A Ghost and retreated to Li Yimeng. Jiang Qingjiu coughed up a burst of blood, looked at Li Yimeng and smiled, and asked, "You woke up." ”

Li Yimeng nodded weakly, unable to lift his strength.

At this moment, a strong wind came from behind him, and the white-haired old man lifted his huge palm, leaving a huge shallow pit on the ground.

Goethe stood up from the pit in a trance. The whole body has become deformed. He saw Jiang Qingjiu, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his voice was weird, and he shouted, "Run, run!"

The white-haired old man snorted coldly and scolded, "Noise!" The hand fell and the hand rose, and now, there was no movement in the shallow pit at all.

Li Yimeng turned his eyes, looked at Jiang Qingjiu, used all his strength, and asked, "What now?" “

Jiang Qingjiu smiled bitterly, since Li Yimeng said so, it seems that the back hands they prepared should have been used up. What else can I do. Jiang Sake quietly reached into his pocket and opened the Great Wizard's ring.

In fact, the white-haired old man and Ah Ghost both saw Jiang Qingjiu's movements, but both of them looked at Jiang Qingjiu with confidence, no matter what spell he took out today, he had to die here, in the face of absolute strength, any tricks were useless.

Li Yimeng looked at Jiang Qingjiu worriedly. I saw him take out a fiery red potion in his right hand. Is he still a wizard?Li Yimeng looked at Jiang Sake with curious eyes, although he didn't dare to imagine that Jiang Sake could defeat these two, but he still watched Jiang Sake's operation with a hint of fantasy.

I don't know what the effect of this bottle of potion given by the Great Wizard can do. Ginger sake gently twisted the lid of the potion bottle. A blazing heat came from within. There is also a surging aura. This thing is really capable of directly burning a few strong people.

Looking at the appearance of Ah Ghost and the white-haired old man, it seems that he is waiting for Jiang Qingjiu to make a move.

A thought rose in Jiang Qingjiu's heart. With a wave of his hand, the blood-red liquid poured out of the glass bottle, converging into a long strip of object that rolled under his sleeve. Even though they were separated by a certain distance, the ginger sake still felt the scorching heat.

At the same time, Jiang Sake offered eight charms in his left hand, shooting them in eight directions.

The spells glowed a pale blue, enveloping the red liquid and flying in eight directions. Although I didn't know what Jiang Ren planned to do, neither the white-haired old man nor Ah Ghost made any moves. The white-haired old man just laughed and said, "Jiang Ren, you think that you can kill the old man with just a little blood, it's really naïve." Because your old man died like this, now the old man wants to watch you die in despair. “

Jiang Qingjiu didn't reply, his body squatted down, his outstretched hand quickly retracted, and his fingers were inserted into the dirt.

The spells immediately fell downward, clung to the ground with the red liquid.

"Break!" Jiang Qingjiu withdrew his fingers and slapped his palm on the ground. The eight spells burst instantly, and the blue light wrapped in the red liquid instantly dissipated. The moment the red blood water touched the ground, the ground changed color in an instant, and a vision rose in the entire heaven and earth.

A low dragon roar was heard in the western sky, and the phantom of a flying dragon appeared next to the bright full moon.

Everyone was shocked, this dragon was too real, and its strength far exceeded itself, and Ah Ghost couldn't help but gasp. He regretted that he didn't do it in time, stepped out, pulled out the dagger, and was full of murderous energy, pointing directly at Jiang Qingjiu.

At this time, the red liquid on the ground instantly sublimated, it was the realm of a volcano, and bursts of flames began to erupt on the ground, which were more than ten meters high, and the surrounding temperature instantly increased. The green plants began to burn in an instant.

Even if all the monks present were present, it was unbearable for them to face such temperatures.

The white-haired old man was even more caught off guard by the sudden flames because he was standing on top of the red liquid, and he couldn't help the pain and screamed out of shape. "Jiang Ren, what kind of fire are you, I want you to die. “

I saw a burning man scurrying around in the flames, probably looking for ginger sake.

On the other hand, Ah Ghost's condition was not good, those flames were slowly spreading, hearing the screams of the white-haired old man, he knew that he couldn't resist this kind of fire, so he had to stay where he was, seeking a way to escape.

On the other side, Jiang Qingjiu frowned, but he didn't expect that this potion of the Great Wizard had such a powerful power, and he would have known that he would not use it out.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang. A faint call came from behind him.

Jiang Qingjiu turned around and walked to Li Yimeng's side. "What's wrong?"

Li Yimeng sighed and said, "Your potion has solved the current crisis, but these flames are slowly spreading, and it won't be long before we will be burned alive by these fires." “

Jiang Qingjiu looked at the overwhelming flames, and the blazing flames were reflected in his eyes, but he didn't expect this.

At this moment, a figure moved quietly in the flames, silently approaching Jiang Qingjiu.