Chapter 329: Dark Barrier II
The shemale battle is fierce and anxious, although the losses on both sides are quite serious, but this is a life-and-death decisive battle, at this time both sides have no room to retreat, either you die or I die.
A black-robed man standing in the back, his clothes were in tatters, his right hand was on the ground with a long sword, and his expression was aggrieved, as if he was not lightly injured. This person watched the situation nervously, seeing that there were fewer and fewer corpse puppets, and several people had fallen, and said to the black-robed man beside him with a worried face: "Master Tu, the situation is not good today, I didn't expect these demon beasts to be so difficult, there are only a few left, and they will not surrender." ”
"Yes, Left Protector. I didn't expect it, we have been fighting with the demon beasts for more than ten years, and I originally thought they were at the end of their rope. As long as we go out of our nests, even if they don't surrender, we can take them in one go. ”
The master of the slaughter hall was also worried, for today's decisive battle, this time he made a bloody investment, and brought all the elite backbones of the Blood Demon Hall.
Originally, they all thought that they would be able to completely calm down this dark enchantment without paying much price, and in the future, they would have one more cultivation holy place in the Youquan Valley, but they didn't expect to end up with a lose-lose situation.
"Left and right helmsmen, give me the Dharma protector!" After the hall master screamed, he bit the tip of his tongue, and with a "poof", a mouthful of essence blood sprayed onto the skull staff.
"Woo grunt...", the Tu Tang Master looked solemn, began to chant words in his mouth, left and right seals, his right hand kept circling the staff in front of him, and he reverently said to the distant sky:
"Something darker than darkness, something deeper than night, floating in the world of chaos, O golden king of the underworld, I petition you here,..."
Is this black-robed man about to make a big move? What the hell is he doing? Yang Jibin was puzzled, only to see the black light on the staff, the red light in the skull's eye sockets was blazing, and the spiritual energy and yin qi in the surrounding air were introduced into the staff at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Streams of energy kept gathering in the staff, and the sound of air explosions followed. The black-robed man's clothes began to bulge, and the energy that escaped from it splashed ripples in the air, shocking the two helmsmen guarding him into the distance.
Later, the black-robed man almost exhausted all his strength, reciting the incantation word by word. His speech grew slower, but the staff in his hand swung more and more slowly, and his feet had sunk into the hard rocky ground, as if the staff had become heavy.
Yang Jibin though in the distance. But he also sensed that something was wrong at this moment, and his heart throbbed inexplicably, and when he looked up, the blood red color in the sky became more and more intense, and he felt that the heaven and earth were getting darker and darker, and he felt a breath of destruction coming from the staff, straight to the scalp.
Yang Jibin secretly said that it was not good, this Y is really going to make a forbidden magic move. Can the three-headed black-veined Jiao catch it? If he makes a big move, he will destroy the enemies of these enemies. It's not fun!
Originally, Yang Jibin planned to wait for the two sides to completely lose before waiting for the opportunity to move. When the time comes, whether it is to pick up the leak or draw the knife to help, the risk and difficulty will be minimal.
But this will, seeing that the enemy's boss is about to make a big move, Yang Jibin really can't calm down. I wondered if it was time to help, although it was dangerous to do it rashly.
At this moment, the depths of the black-veined three-headed Jiao's soul throbbed, and it felt the destructive power from the black-robed man who cast the spell, and it knew very well that it couldn't take this big move.
The best defense is naturally attacking. The situation was critical, and the black-veined three-headed Jiao would not be restrained, and suddenly entered a violent state without warning, and the three heads sucked in at the same time, and the Jiao body was drumming.
The black-veined three-headed Jiao roared, and the black-purple head opened its bloody mouth, and the sharp fangs were dotted with purple light, and a large mass of intense purple light continued to gather and compress, and finally turned into a dazzling purple lightning, which directly attacked the slaughter hall master.
The pupils of the Tu Tang Lord shrank, he had already expected this situation, this was one of the tricks of the black-veined three-headed Jiao: purple light to kill, but at the moment he was in the state of spellcasting, he could not interrupt it, nor could he interrupt it, he could only hope that the left and right helm masters could block it for him.
The left helmsman who was in front of him was already ready to deal with this moment, and resolutely glanced at the right helmsman, signaling him to go on his own this time.
The left helmsman turned the weapon in his hand into a shield, erected it in front of him, and poured all the power of his body into the shield, facing the purple lightning, standing solemnly, intending to resist this lore.
It was too late to say that it was fast, and the whole process of the black-veined three-headed Jiao Attack from entering the fury to emitting purple light to kill was only three or four seconds.
In an instant, the purple lightning with a killing aura struck the shield blocking the road. The shield was like a piece of glass, and it was struck by a hammer, and with a clatter, it split into several pieces.
After being blocked by the shield, although the purple lightning was weakened by three points, its power was still not to be underestimated, and it continued forward like a sharp arrow, piercing directly into the body of the left helm master, leaving a scorched hole the size of a spear hole in his chest.
In this way, the left helmsman was killed in seconds without any suspense, and after being shocked back a few meters, he fell straight down.
"Left helm master!" The injured black-robed man in the back shouted with great sorrow, raised the long sword in his hand, and inspired a black qi to linger around the sword body, and then rushed towards the purple lightning.
As soon as the purple lightning met the black gas, it was like a mortal enemy, attacking each other, but obviously the purple lightning had the upper hand and quickly consumed the black gas.
The black-robed man's whole body trembled, as if he had been clicked, a mouthful of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand was broken, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Purple lightning flashed and flickered on the black-robed man's body, and finally died, leaving only a charred corpse on the ground.
At this time, a trace of blood also overflowed from the corner of the hall master's mouth, and his face turned pale, it seemed that the counter-devouring power of this forbidden magic move was not light, but he still insisted on reciting the spell: "... With my blood as a contract, I swear to you here. For all the foolish things that stand in my way, gather the power of you and me, and give them equal destruction - heavy slash!
Thick black smoke rose from the staff, and the black smoke gathered but did not disperse, lingering around the slaughter hall master, and after a few breaths, a huge dark gate was formed around him, deep and distant, as if opening a hellish ghost door.
When the master of the slaughter hall finished reading the last word, a large mouthful of essence blood gushed out involuntarily, and a ghost head several feet high in the black mist suddenly condensed.
The ghost head has a hideous face, a green face and fangs, a pair of blood-red pupils, full of vicious and evil charms, and a big mouth keeps howling. (To be continued.) )