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Chapter 435: Hunting the Fourth Order

When the night moon is in the sky, the forest wind is swaying, the willow shadow is mottled, and between the pavilions in the middle of the mountain, the two figures of an old and a young are quietly facing the mountain, listening to the cicadas and frogs, and drinking silently. (The fastest update speed is in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info) book mí group 4∴ (8) 065

The old man is the hero, and the young child is the child emperor, these two characters who were once brilliant and endless, making the people of the rivers and lakes frightened, now the momentum and majesty on their bodies are gone, and there is only an indescribable atmosphere of depression and twilight.

"Male Gang Master, you and I don't seem to have the leisure to drink tea and enjoy the moon for a long time. The child emperor opened his mouth first, and his voice was still as sharp as a child.

"The old man should have never had such an interest. Xiongba sighed leisurely, "Success or failure, in the end it is a void, and now we have nothing, only a blood debt, even if we want to return to the ordinary, it is also impossible." ”

The Tong Emperor was silent for a moment before nodding and saying, "People like you and me, wanting to end up with a good ending is just a luxury, I just hope that I won't be too ugly when I wait for the final curtain call." ”

At this moment, the cicadas in the forest died down, and the frogs in the fields stopped chirping, replaced by a burst of sāoluàn and uneasiness of beasts and birds, and all living beings seemed to be avoiding something in panic.

The wind gusted, sending bursts of rustling, dense and stiff friction sounds, from far to near, sounding like ten thousand ants devouring bones, making people feel sore and terrifying, double yù battle!

The miserable green phosphorus fire was floating in the night sky, and countless méngméng black shadows in the distance were slowly coming in a staggering, slow, and stiff attitude, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over the mountains.

The smell of dampness and decay became stronger and stronger in the night wind, reflecting the white moonlight, and countless white bones and rotting corpses could be seen pouring slowly but firmly like cháo water. In addition to those similar moving skeletons, those corpses were dead, many of them obviously came from the battlefield, and it was difficult to complete them when they died. It is this that makes the scene in front of you even more terrifying. A smoky stench permeated the entire sky. Seeing this kind of scene in the howling wind is simply a living purgatory on earth, which is enough to break anyone's heart.

Some voles and wild dogs that like to eat rotten ròu are difficult to stop the sky, and they don't know how thick the sky is high and they run out to have a good meal, chasing the corpses that still have ròu on their bodies and tearing the corpses, and those corpses only care about moving forward and don't stop them, but after eating a few bites, the bodies of these animals become stiff, and the corpse poison turns them into necromantic creatures, and they follow the zombie team in a daze. Not to be outdone, the ants crawled out of the ground, but their tiny bodies obviously couldn't withstand the erosion of the rich corpse qi, and in a moment they became hard and fell like raindrops.

Now that nearly a month has passed since the Demon Team entered the Fengyun World, this terrifying scene of zombie marching is staged everywhere in the land of China at night, ranging from dozens to tens of thousands. They move slowly, day and night, in addition to walking aimlessly, they generally do not attack living people and live animals, but everywhere they go, many corpses that have been buried in the ground, both humans and animals have automatically joined their ranks, so although the official, civilian, and martial arts are trying their best to organize encirclement and suppression, but their ranks are growing more and more. It makes people all over the world shocked and unspeakable, rumors are spreading, people are panicked, and the Dongying Wokou who are wandering around are now completely called the world's big luàn.

"It seems that the old man's last cup of tea has no chance to be used. Xiongba sighed, leaving only the right hand of the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger pointed forward, and the brilliant brilliance woven by the green, red, and blue sèjiāo instantly crossed the sky, sweeping the tens of thousands of skeleton zombies that were surging like cháo water with the momentum of ploughing.

This finger is both rigid and soft, and it is extremely powerful, and it has a sharp dòng piercing momentum like a sword qi, first penetrating into the limbs and hundreds of bones of the zombie skeleton like a weak water floating cloud, and then suddenly exploding, turning the target into countless completely irremediable bone rots. For a moment, I saw a finger sweeping across a radius of 100 zhang, and everywhere he went, the wind and clouds surged, flying sand and stones, and the skeletons and walking corpses that bore the brunt of it had no room for resistance and collapsed one after another.

Even if Xiongba's strength is dwarfed by Wu Invincible, Nameless, Naked and other masters, he is also worthy of being the best among the innate masters, although he once abandoned his skills two months ago, but now his skills seem to have been completely restored, and there is also a sharp sword power that is cut off and dòng wears a qiē. This is obviously the Emperor Shakti used the method of "Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect" to help him recover his power, and transformed the true qi of the whole body into a more offensive sword qi, and used it on the "Three Points Divine Finger", multiplying the power.

In just half a cup of tea, the army of thousands of zombie skeletons that spread over was destroyed by the hero, and nearly half of them were destroyed, but the remaining zombie skeletons did not escape, but accelerated and surged, and

But every time a zombie or skeleton is destroyed, there will be a wisp of gray dust that is imperceptible to the eyes slowly rising, more and more, permeating the air, gradually dyeing the entire night sky into a kind of dripping sèze, all sides are dim, and the cold breath of the bone-chilling yīn spreads everywhere along with the smoking corpse stench.

An ancient well by the pavilion suddenly emitted bursts of strange sounds that seemed to cry but not cry, seemed to laugh but not laugh, whimpered, and complained about it, accompanied by bursts of oozing nail scratching sounds, and then a figure in tattered white clothes slowly crawled out of the well. On the white clothes is a long black sè hair that is scattered, the long hair is completely open into a perfect circle, black and white hún is confused, lifeless eyeballs are looming, bloodshot hideous, emitting a nightmarish faint cold light, and the skinny hand stretches out to crawl straight towards the pavilion.

Deep in the pale mist, a slender NV child sat on tiptoe and swirled and danced, getting closer and closer, she had no face, replaced by a giant leech-like mouth covered with spiraling jagged teeth. Beside her, a red-clothed n.v. figure whose body was visibly twisted into an unimaginable form was using both hands and feet, and quickly approached the skeletal rot that was all over the ground. In the air, there were also several translucent ghosts that fluttered around like a few tattered white cloths, letting out a terrible howl of soul-searching. Floating in the air with the ghosts is a large yellow melon, a twisted smiling face sunken into the surface of the melon, and a mysterious flame leaking out......

Zombie skeletons are slow, lethal, and stinking everywhere they go, and they don't pose much of a threat to ordinary people except for panic, as long as they aren't too numerous, and a group of daring farmers with hoes can take them down. But in the past ten days, the situation has changed again...... Once too many zombie skeletons are destroyed, and the pale and dead qi accumulates to a certain extent, all kinds of more unimaginable, mysterious and bizarre, nightmarish ghosts will appear, which are more offensive than zombie skeletons, more unguardable, and more like maggots on tarsal bones, which is the infinite horror that really makes countless people go crazy and die alive.

But as the best of the Fengyun warriors, the two of them would not be shaken by this, and the Tong Emperor immediately sounded the drum in his hand, and wherever the sound bō containing strong internal force went, the ghost in front of him suddenly appeared unstable and distorted.

"The old man's 'Yunlai Wonderland', how can it be inferior to the ghost?"

This kind of formation really can't threaten the existence of the level of the Emperor of the Emperor, but there are a few martial artists in the entire Fengyun World who have reached this level, which shows that the situation has reached a certain level.

And for the masters who can't be solved by the corpses and ghosts alone, the demon team has another way to deal with it. When a martial arts master lets go and releases a strong murderous aura and martial arts fist intent, he will inevitably be unable to hide the induction of a fourth-order powerhouse.

A faint and brief scream was accompanied by the crisp sound of a blade, followed by two heavy objects falling to the ground, and an old man dressed in black and a flat-sized middle-aged man holding a paper sword fell to the ground at the same time from their hidden corner. A handsome young man, who was more unaware than a ghost, was frowning at the corpses of the two of them, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that he had killed someone but still made a noise.

The two people who died were the ghosts and paper detectives in the Twelve Evils of Tianchi, as the masters who frightened countless people in the rivers and lakes in the past, they can only do it now to keep themselves from dying too silently, so that Xiongba and Tonghuang are enough to guard in advance.

Glancing at the corpses of the two, the Tong Huang's face flashed with a trace of sadness and helplessness, but neither he nor Xiongba ran away, because they knew that they were now just two involuntary chess pieces, just like the chess pieces that they had driven and abandoned in their hands back then, only by solving the target, they could have the possibility of survival.

Seeing the images of Xiongba and Tonghuang, Zhao Yukong's eyes lit up: "It seems to be a well-known person! I have killed too many unknown people these days, and it's time to change my taste, I don't know if you can bring me any unexpected surprises?"

The child emperor didn't say a word, the drum in his hand shook violently, and the "Childlike Heart Sutra" was launched with all his might, the drum sound was crisp and pleasant, full of innocent and cheerful childlike fun, but it was like thunder in the ears, making people's hearts surging and intoxicated, and full of illusions. Zhao Weikong heard the sound of the drums, and his eyes and movements were stunned for a moment.

At the same moment, the three sè qi of the three-point god finger burst out more than a dozen blood huā on Zhao Fukong's body, and the male tyrant's body followed the air, almost flying extinction, and the "Fengshen tuǐ" kicked Zhao Fukong's brain directly, and immediately kicked his brain like a rotten watermelon.

But in the next moment, Zhao Fukong's corpse and the blood splashed everywhere were turned into countless broken lenses and dissipated in all directions, and he was shocked that something was wrong, and the male tyrant changed his moves very quickly, and a wave of cloud palms was shot out in the unpredictable hidden power of wind and thunder, but then there was a sharp pain in the wrist, and the left hand that was shot out was already broken at the wrist. The wound was bleeding non-stop, and what was even more terrifying was that the body showed signs of crumbling and spreading like a broken mirror.

"How can this be? I originally wanted to wipe your neck......" Zhao Yukong made a helpless and regretful expression, such as the cruel killing, but he did not show the slightest killing intent, as if he had cut the birthday cake with the wrong knife. With a flick of the mirror blade, the blood on the Xiongba's body was sprinkled again, and half of the right tuǐ flew out of the air.

In an instant, his body was severely disabled, but Xiongba ignored all his injuries, and kicked wildly in a row, and when it was really like wind and blood like rain, it rolled a huge cyclone with a tragic momentum like a storm. Xiongba's body did not touch the ground, his body moved with the wind, and his speed suddenly increased more than three times, not only avoiding Zhao Fukong's mirror blade, but also trapping Zhao Fukong in the core of the whirlwind.

At the same time, in the 108,000 máo holes around the hegemon, a misty cloud erupted at the same time, merging into the whirlwind, and the wind and clouds were one, forming a huge tornado in the vast white land!

"Do you want to trap me, and then let the Zhongzhou team lead people to surround and annihilate me?" Zhao Weikong was still laughing, even if he was a master like Xiongba, he was still an ant who could be tortured and killed at will. And the male tyrant is now crippled, how long can he support himself by driving the dragon spin in one breath to keep himself from landing? Although the other party confused the qi machine with some kind of mysterious technique, so that he could not catch the other party's location for a while, he actually didn't need to chase and kill the other party, just leave the whirlwind range and wait for the other party to fall to the ground with all his strength.

Therefore, Zhao Yukong just casually drew a circle in the air with the mirror blade in his hand, and a round mirror in the void was generated in an instant, and then divided into more than a dozen pieces, one remained in place, and the rest flew into the distance like electricity, he stepped into the mirror, and disappeared in place in a blink of an eye.

This is the "shuttle mirror", Zhao Weikong divided the created mirror into two, even three, ten ...... He can then move freely between the mirrors, teleporting. It's just that the distance between the two mirrors cannot exceed two hundred meters at a time, and if the mirror is broken at the moment of shuttle, his body will also be cut in half and left in one place. However, with his speed and mirroring ability, he has never been able to capture this opportunity by any enemy, making it an excellent escape and offensive skill, and it is just a dream for Xiongba to trap him with a whirlwind.

"How can this be?" This time, Zhao Fukong was not joking, but really shocked, because even if he was two hundred meters away in the blink of an eye, he still couldn't get out of the scope of the whirlwind, he just came out of the mirror, and in the blink of an eye, he was pulled back to the center of the eye by an unimaginably strong wind, and he couldn't help but leave the ground...... This whirlwind seems to envelop a radius of a mile or two,

The top of the tornado was soaring into the sky, and the clouds in the sky were attracted by the tornado, converging on the upper end of the tornado from all directions, and then they were sucked into the tornado, causing the volume of the tornado to continue to expand! The wind and clouds in the tornado kept rubbing. It gave birth to a small blue and purple arc of the debut road, becoming more and more dazzling, more and more quenching and hideous, faintly giving birth to a behemoth of tearing the sky and tug-of-war mountains!

The sound of the Tong Emperor's drum sounded again, and with the help of the wind in the whirlwind, the power increased, and for a while the whole world seemed to be vibrating with the drum, making Zhao Fukong also feel a slight vibration of qi and blood, and his heart was not smooth. Immediately after that, more than a dozen sharp and waveless three sè fingers came from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was full of holes, and even the "shuttle mirror" around him was shattered.

This kind of injury is only healed in an instant for the fourth order, it is not an injury at all, but the strength that contains the martial arts fist intent is a little troublesome, so what Zhao Fukong cares about most is not his own injury, but the power realm of the other party's expression - it can be so long-lasting, majestic and immense, resonating with heaven and earth, and almost controlling the power of nature, which is obviously what he extremely dislikes - "Heaven and Man Realm"!

These two out-of-fashion villains in the original plot, the puppets of the Zhongzhou team, when can they also have this kind of power, and how can they have this kind of power?

Feeling a little ominous in his heart, Zhao Shukong had changed his attitude towards playing nòng, and began to get serious, and his body shape turned into two, two into four, and four into eight...... In the blink of an eye, countless figures of Zhao Fukong exploded densely in the whirlwind, flying like locusts......

The howling wind and thunder were accompanied by dense fierce blows and the sound of mirrors shattering, and Zhao Fukong's countless mirror doppelgangers continued to shatter and regenerate in the whirlwind, which showed the fierceness of the battle situation. Half a minute later, the child emperor was thrown out of the whirlwind by the corpse that had been divided into several pieces, and it shattered like a mirror when it landed. After another half a cup of tea, the whirlwind finally subsided. I saw that all the limbs of the male bully had been amputated, and only a bare torso remained, which was extremely miserable in Zhao Wei's empty hands.

"It doesn't seem to be as strong as a celestial being...... But when did this guy's strength rise to such a point?" Zhao Weikong felt that there were already seven or eight directions in all directions, or cold as the wind, or ethereal as a cloud, or as sharp as a rainbow, or faint and dusty, or unpredictable momentum to close around him, knowing that the other party had successfully won the opportunity to besiege him, since he couldn't escape, he had no fear in his heart at all, just curiously thinking about the mystery of nòng Qingxiong's hegemony realm and strength improvement.

Under the subtle sensing ability, Zhao Fukong suddenly felt that there seemed to be countless qi veins hidden in the void, which were connected to Xiongba's own meridians, communicating inside and outside, and continuously transmitting the power of heaven and earth to him, which made Xiongba have the ability of heaven and earth to control the vitality of heaven and earth, float in the void, and pass through with one blow when he was obviously not a celestial.

"Zhongzhou team, what the hell are you doing?" Through Xiongba's body, Zhao Fukong sensed that countless invisible qi veins in the void were thousands of miles long, jiāo were intertwined, and they were hidden mysteries, as if countless meridians had faintly turned the entire heaven and earth into a person's body, and Xiongba was part of this meridian system that was so huge that Zhao Fukong also felt a little frightened and inexplicable!

"Hehehe...... Ahem...... The old man has dominated the rivers and lakes for many years, enjoyed all the glory, and killed countless people, and now he has ended up like this, it is not a humiliation!" While smiling sadly, Xiongba suddenly urged his internal force, and desperately absorbed the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that far exceeded what his body could bear.

He wants to blow himself up and end his life of sin in the most tragic way, in exchange for the peace of his life of love NV Youruo, which is also the promise given to him by the Middle-earth team through the emperor.

Zhao Weikong had already sensed, frowned, and with the strength of his hands, he immediately crushed the neck of the male tyrant. The heroes died and died, and the vitality of the bō finally subsided.

It seems that although the invisible qi veins in the void are extremely large, they still have to follow the laws of nature, and they cannot attack directly, but can only exert their power through the martial artists who can communicate with them. Zhao Wei's hollow heart was a little relaxed, and he saw several martial artists from all directions directly coming into the air, and several fierce and mysterious sword qi, sword intent, and gun strength had completely blocked him.

"Blood Slaughter Maniac, you will definitely not be able to escape justice today!" Seeing Zhao Fukong, Qin Fukong said in a loud voice, in the past 20 days, Zhao Fukong has killed tens of thousands of warriors in the Central Plains, and he has already had the name of "Blood Slaughter Maniac".

"Things seem to be getting more and more interesting...... "The shape in front of him has obviously begun to threaten his safety, but Zhao Fukong has instead let out a sinister smile of excitement, the more tricky the enemy, the more he feels the sting, the more he can feel the incomparable pleasure of killing......

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Hundreds of miles away, in a deserted valley, where the sun does not come all year round, makes it dim and surrounded by miasma, a place of death, filled with a smell of decay.

Suddenly, a thunderclap fell, illuminating the entire dark valley as bright as day, and thunder and lightning everywhere, a towering tower, a hundred feet high, the whole body seemed to be made of crystal towers showing its original shape.

This is not a Chinese-style pagoda with eaves and corners, but a mage pagoda that is round and straight like a chimney. On the crystal surface of the Mage Tower, countless grotesque and terrifying images are constantly being staged: "Midnight Bell", "The Grudge", "Bloody Mary", "Murder Puppet", "Pumpkin Head", "Scarecrow", ...... Countless well-known nightmares from horror movies can be seen in it. Although these sexist bosses are a headache and terrifying for low-level teams, for high-level teams like Demon Team, they are nothing more than a group of imprisoned and enslaved puppets!

"Very powerful super-large range necromancy!" Qi Teng was dressed in a Taoist robe, his big sleeves fluttering, and the whole person stood in the void, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the treasure light was overflowing, like an immortal coming to the world, condescendingly observing the crystal tower in the valley.

He could see that the terrifying ghosts that were constantly staged in various parts of the Central Plains were all caused by this crystal tower, but in fact, those ghosts were not real ghosts, but ghosts formed by the dead spirits. This crystal tower is like a movie projector, projecting the images of ghosts and ghosts imprisoned in these towers to places where the aura of the undead is strong enough, forming those ghosts that are extremely terrifying and have some of the abilities of the main body. Even if the ghosts are destroyed, the real ghosts in the crystal tower will still be unharmed, and as long as there are enough undead spirits, they can replicate the ghosts infinitely.

Originally, there were no ghosts in the Fengyun world, and the strong martial arts ideas were not conducive to the existence of ghosts, but the qi of the dead spirit was transformed by the abnormal transformation of the vitality of the creature after death, and it would not be swayed by the martial arts thoughts, so it was also possible to drive the "sword of defeat" of the skeleton and the "silence and ferocity" of cultivating by the dead qi of the deceased. Just by taking advantage of this, this crystal tower can create a scene of a hundred ghosts rampaging in the entire Central Plains World, which is already quite remarkable.

"You were able to find my mage tower so quickly...... In fact, I'm not interested in those warriors who only have muscles in their heads, and it makes the most sense to defeat a strong enough peer, enslave his soul, and squeeze his wisdom and inheritance. Ukedes' hoarse voice came from the tower, as if he was looking forward to his opponent's next appearance.

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