The night is like ink, the moon is gone, and it is the darkest time of the day. Quest and Wu Hongjun were separated by a distance of 50 meters and confronted each other for more than ten minutes. The invisible pressure made the transformed werewolf gradually become manic, accumulated the strength of his whole body, and was about to pounce up, but saw a whirlwind suddenly blowing on the ground in the originally dead venue.

Quist's heart was startled, and he calmed down, stopped his body and stopped attacking, only staring at the enemy who was fading in the wind with a pair of blood-colored wolf eyes.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, like a long dragon, and circled up on the flat ground, blowing away the black clouds that filled the sky. A faint morning light began to slowly poke his head out.

It's almost dawn.

A whirlwind howled over the venue. The strong wind slowly hovered over the venue with the blood that had not yet completely dried up, the heads that had fallen everywhere, and the stumps and leaves in the woods beside the field.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, but everyone felt a very strange aura.

Divine, irritable, soft, joyful, but with a hint of death! Even the eastern sky, which should have been reddish, has become a white scene.

The blood clans in the field began to panic, especially those senior blood clans, who had already knelt on the ground trembling all over, and their mouths trembled repeatedly:

"Satan has come! It's the breath of Satan......"

The other dark creatures, although there are also races that are not afraid of the light, no matter which camp they are in, they can't suppress the panic in their hearts, and they all raise their eyes and want to flee!

The wind gradually faded away, carrying the blood, skulls, mud and stone branches and leaves in the wind, far away from the venue, and slowly headed west. But the smell of slaughter and death in the venue was even stronger. It was so intense that even Quest wanted to pull his foot out and run away.

The creatures who had surrendered to the gods gradually settled down behind the spread wings of the WindClan. The opposition, on the other hand, can only tremble and dodge in fear...... Even remorse.

Wu Hongjun slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, in his eyes, this is still the world just now, but it is also a new world!

He saw the faint soul emerging from the ant's body that had just died, and he also saw the soul of almost every individual in the venue. He said "almost" because he didn't see Kim's soul!

Looking around, Wu Hongjun saw the murderous looming in the calm and quiet of the sea; Looking up at the sky, Wu Hongjun saw the love, hatred, joy, anger and anger between heaven and earth.

Of course, he saw Quest on the other side more clearly.

Wu Hongjun had a clear understanding in his heart, and he no longer took it to heart, smiled slightly, and walked away.

Quest looked at the other party in horror, all his thoughts seemed to have been blown away by the wind just now, and there was only a blank in his mind!

"Who is he? Why does it make me feel afraid? ”

Seeing Wu Hongjun getting closer and closer, the pride of the werewolf patriarch made Quest suppress the confusion in his heart, roared hard, and pounced on him with a huge mouth.

The transformed head wolf, with lightning speed, with the sound of whirring wind, arrived in front of him in an instant.

Wu Hongjun was unmoved, and as soon as he turned around, he avoided this all-out blow.

Quest missed, but he was not discouraged, turned his head, and stared at Wu Hongjun. The mania in his eyes is still there, and his mouth is full of fangs.

But seeing Wu Hongjun laughing, the folding fan didn't know when it appeared in his hand, and with a slight swing, the fan opened immediately, and the whole person was protected tightly.

Quest was confused as to where to start, but saw his opponent's head stick out of the edge of the white fan, grinning, and the little bat depicted on the fan flicked its wings and shot out, and before Quest could react, it landed on the head of the huge wolf - to be precise, it stopped at the tip of Quest's nose!

The little bat tilted its head and looked at him innocently, but in Quest's eyes, it was a smile of death.

He hurriedly raised his front paws, eager to extinguish the damn little thing, but the little bat flew nimbly under his stormy pounce, and even had time to grab Quest's pointed ears and swing quickly......

"This bat is so cute!" Zhao Feifei looked at it and smiled backwards:

"Husband, will you let Wu Hongjun give it to me?"

Han Feng glared at her angrily, grabbed it and touched it on his buttocks:

"That thing is the embodiment of the joy and anger of heaven and earth, and no one can control it except the judge of the underworld. What are you going to do? When to eat? It's really worth fighting! ”

Tang Yue'er immediately made a vomiting expression and exaggeratedly exclaimed:

"When did Feifei stop eating her husband and eat bats instead?"

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The more he couldn't catch it, the more anxious and angry Quest became, and the force of the punch gradually increased, and even the roar in his mouth gradually turned into a wild bark.

The little bat flexibly tossed and turned in a catch, and from time to time scratched the werewolf's eyelids and bit the tender flesh on the tip of the wolf's nose. It's like a child who gets a toy and shares the joy of his heart.

It's been five hundred years, and now I finally have a little time to let off steam, and the little bat won't miss it lightly.

Wu Hongjun quietly put away the folding fan and stood quietly aside, silently feeling all the little guy's senses.

It's a wonderful feeling of being connected by blood and heart.

Although there is no official hat and wings, python robe and jade belt, in Wu Hongjun's heart, just after the breakthrough just now, Zhong Kui has already integrated with himself. And the secret of judgment given by Yan Jun has only been practiced to the fourth level, and if you want to have the ability to truly judge the two worlds of yin and yang, you still need to work hard!

Thinking of the long road ahead, Wu Hongjun lost his interest in playing Quest. As soon as his mind moved, he folded the fan one by one, recalled the little bat, and then laughed loudly:

"So far, do you still think that this 'Wind God Festival' is a place where you can walk if you want to?"

Quest was already weak.

The damn bat didn't hit it, but with strong force, he beat himself out of the bag mercilessly. As soon as the hateful little thing was gone, the wolf immediately lay on the ground and snorted.

In other words, to exert so much effort to abuse yourself, you need not only to be ruthless, but also to consume a lot of physical energy!

At this time, listening to George's gloating translation, even if the werewolf patriarch was unwilling, he could only hiss weakly, and then softly recovered his human form, and under the service of the clansmen, he hid in the crowd to recover his strength.

Wu Hongjun put his hands behind his back, looked at the pterosaur Lunka tightly, but said coldly in his mouth:

"Next!"