Boom!

A huge figure exploded under the thunderous fist shadow.

Tie Zheng's eyes were red, and his face was like broken porcelain forcibly glued together, which looked extremely terrifying, but this horror was full of sorrow.

Ling Chong is dead! I also don't have much time left.

However, the culprit who killed him had been chasing him for months, but it was still difficult to grasp his whereabouts, and every time he was about to catch up, the dementor would disappear like a wave.

Only by following that slightest fluctuation, with God-like intuition, did he not chase after him.

Rumble! With a step on his feet, sixteen superimposed spiritual power erupted, roaring deafeningly, and his figure disappeared in an instant, and a little blood bead sprinkled into the starry sky.

The body was extremely painful, and the spiritual power all over his body seemed to be roaring, constantly impacting his body, causing Tie Zheng's whole body to be covered with cracks.

Spiritual power is rampant!

This is an extremely scary thing!

Any monk, under normal circumstances, spiritual power is subject to the spiritual buds, and when needed, it instantly bursts out to form an attack, but the path of cultivation is full of ruggedness and unpredictable, and in some special circumstances, a terrible special phenomenon will occur.

The spiritual power will lose the restraint of the spiritual bud and flow into the meridians of the whole body frantically, then the monk's body will not be able to withstand the long-term impact of the spiritual power, and gradually collapse, until he dies!

This is the spiritual power rampage, also called demonization! In that short period of time, the strength of the monks who have entered the demon will strangely increase dramatically, much more than before, but it is only a flash in the pan, and once it begins to decline, it will be close to death.

In the moment of enchantment, ten deaths are lifeless!

Tie Zheng is now a demon, but his physical body is far beyond that of ordinary monks, and although he has been in pain for several months, he is still suppressing with his mountain trick and an endless hatred, he wants to catch up and kill the dementor!

He had already seen that after the battle between the Dementor and Ling Chong, he was already at the end of his crossbow, and his strength had dropped greatly under a serious injury, otherwise he would not have been able to explode his arm with one blow.

But he also knew very well that if it was still possible for him to avenge Ling Chong, it was only now that there was one chance, and once the Soul Envoy recovered, or if his demonic state began to fade, there would be no hope.

Because the fact of entering the demon can no longer be changed, and you must catch up with the dementor before you die, otherwise you will really die! Not only himself, but also Ling Chong.

The soul bones trembled slightly, as if to point him in a faint direction......

……

Dark starry sky.

The embarrassed figure staggered and fled in a hurry, and it was the dementor who Tie Zheng was desperately chasing.

He had become different at the moment, the black strange lines that had originally covered his face were now only three or four left, and they were all extremely dim, looking like an ordinary thin monk.

"How is that possible? Why is he always on track of me? "What was once blue eyes is now gray.

The Great Witch Inscription is his foundation, it is extremely difficult to condense, in order to avoid pursuit, he keeps burning the inscription, in exchange for the opportunity to escape, but now the inscription is about to be consumed, and the last few will last for half a month at most, is he going to die in the hands of that crazy guy in the end?

Thinking of the monk, the dementor gritted his teeth, revealing a fierce hatred.

His escape technique is strange, and it stands to reason that no one should be able to track him, but at this weakest time, this myth has been shattered!

At this time, the dementor faintly regretted that the Shadow Yuan was not obtained, the Golden Tyrant Spear was not captured, but instead lost dozens of war puppets, and the slightest connection with Hercules was also broken, indicating that Hercules-Monarch was dead.

In addition, he lost an arm, his consciousness was seriously damaged by the golden spear entanglement to death, the Great Witch Inscription was exhausted, and he was hunted down and killed so far, this trip can be described as an extremely heavy loss!

Why is this the result......

……

In Tie Zheng's eyes, there is no color, the starry sky, only black and white.

He looked at the edge of the meteorite field in front of him, a familiar black shadow loomed, and the killing intent suddenly surged out from all over his body, rushing towards it with a roar.

It's just that the dementor seems to have gotten used to being caught up again and again, and before Tie Zheng can get closer, his figure has begun to ripple, and soon disappears again.

"Ahh

Tie Zheng roared angrily, he didn't have a way to escape from the soul envoy, even if his mental strength swept out, he still couldn't affect the soul envoy.

In the distance, a group of monks seemed to sense the movement here and roared.

"Daozi, it's him!" A woman's voice screamed, "If he hadn't been seriously injured that day by not being affected by the heart of the altar, we could have rushed to assist Daozi in fighting for the Shadow Yuan earlier!" ”

"The entourage of the Golden Tyrant? It's already dying! The golden-armored man sneered disdainfully, "A rebel who kills the lord, I am interested in doing chivalrous righteousness, and it just so happens that no one is paying attention here, so let you try your hand and give him a ride!" ”

"Remember, practice slowly and familiarly, and if you have a chance in the future, don't do it again like last time!" Speaking of this, Tong Hao seemed to think of something, and gradually showed a trace of anger.

"Yes, Michiko!" Everyone bowed their heads and trembled.

Tong Hao!

Tie Zheng also saw the person clearly at this moment, and his heart was terrified, but when he thought of Tong Hao's pursuit of Ling Chong back then, his heart began to stir again, and a pair of red eyes glared at the group of people who were approaching quickly.

"Boy, suffer death!" Tong Hao was far from moving, but a group of people around him roared.

"You bastards!" Iron Zheng's heart was full of anger, and Ling Chong's death made him look at anyone who was hostile to him with a strong killing intent.

What's more, there are still a lot of old friends here, most of the people who were thrown down by him in the blood wall a few months ago are actually there, and when the two sides see each other at this moment, they are all very red.

However, Tie Zheng has not yet reached the point of losing his mind, if Tong Hao kills, he will definitely turn around and leave immediately, he will not send him to death, but these people ......

His current state is special, and he has a strong desire to kill a few people and vent his grudges.

"Kill!"

Tie Zheng drank violently, took the initiative to greet him, and a thunderous punch blasted out.

"You're going to die today!" The stout monk at the front laughed wildly and raised his fists to attack.

He had the bottom in his heart, and Daozi said that this guy only has special means or special things to ignore the suppression of the blood wall, and the reason why Hercules, the Golden Spear, and the Soul Messenger were defeated one by one was only because they had already suffered heavy losses and were about to die, and the true strength of this monk was just at the level of his followers.

His heart was extremely refreshed, and the humiliation on the edge of the blood wall could finally be recovered today.

Boom! The dull clashing was followed by a scream.

Yes! The sturdy monk actually spurted blood like a meteorite, and one of his arms had been shattered, and a group of people showed shock.

"Idiot! He's already in the devil, and he's not in the formation yet! Tong Hao clasped his hands in front of his chest and watched from afar, as if he really had no intention of making a move.

"Quick, formation!"

At this moment, a group of frightened monks reacted, and their bodies flickered and surrounded Tie Zheng.

"Huh? Battle formation? When Tie Zheng heard Tong Hao's words, he felt that something was wrong, and was about to retreat, but the encirclement had already taken shape in an instant.

He glanced at it, and his heart sank slightly, the more than thirty monks were very particular about their ranks, although they seemed to be scattered around, but between each of them, they were actually showing horns to each other.

This kind of battle formation is also different from the rushing battle array of the imperial army, which belongs to a small range of trapped killing formations composed of a small number of people, and is generally not widely circulated in the outside world, because the vast majority of monks still advocate individual force.

"Kill!"

There was no more time for Tie Zheng to think, more than thirty monks had already begun to move, and a burst of spiritual power burst out.

Rush out!

Tie Zheng felt more and more deeply inappropriate, and his figure flashed, avoiding the edge, and rushed towards a monk with a strange face.

"Go back!" The long-faced monk shouted, and the golden hammer in his hand boomed and smashed down!

Rumble!

Tie Zheng only felt as if he was fighting with Hercules, and the terrifying force struck, and his chest churned, and he flew upside down in an instant.