Chapter 391: The Covenant of the Afterlife (Final Three)
In the eyes of others in the field, Chu Ran at this moment is like a madman who has lost all his mind.
However, a madman can do this to this extent, it is also unprecedented, not long ago someone sacrificed the natal magic weapon to see what this black fog is, but the moment the magic weapon touched this black fog, it was swallowed up.
But now Chu Ran stood in the black mist without the slightest defense, but he was still unharmed.
"Bastard, you ...... Are you okay? ”
After Ning Ye distracted himself and pulled away the black fog of destruction that shrouded Chu Ran's side, Ziyun, who had been outside before, immediately ran to him who was holding his head and screaming in pain, and asked eagerly with a worried face.
Although for this old bastard who was despicable and shameless to coax herself at an ignorant age thousands of years ago, she always likes to disagree with him on weekdays.
But now, seeing that he, who has always been a frivolous posture in the game world, actually showed such a painful appearance, Ziyun directly panicked all of a sudden.
She didn't know what she could do, so she subconsciously stretched out her palm, as if to appease a stray kitten on the side of the road, and touched Chu Ran, who was in pain.
As soon as Ziyun's palm touched Chu Ran's head, he suddenly raised his head, staring at her with scarlet eyes.
“…… It's you. ”
Chu Ran said so, his voice low and hoarse, completely different from what he had spoken before.
Ziyun's face was overjoyed, and he couldn't imagine that even if this bastard was delirious and crazy, he had forgotten a lot of things, but he still remembered himself.
But soon, she noticed that something was wrong, and her smile faded.
Because the gaze he looked at him in front of him was completely different from the past, and the feeling was like the sentence "It's you" in his mouth was not talking about her as Ziyun, but about another person.
Immediately after, "Chu Ran" turned his head and saw Ning Ye on the side, his scarlet eyes were suddenly full of bitter hatred.
At the same time, this killing array, which had been established since ancient times, with the power of the human race, was also swallowed by this black qi with the power of destroying the world, and all the spiritual energy accumulated in millions of years was turned into essence energy and flowed into Ning Ye's body.
Although Ning Ye had tried his best to absorb all the power that had been devoured by the Tree of Origin in his body, as a rotating body, he still inevitably absorbed a small part.
Even if it was only less than one ten-thousandth of the part, this made Ning Ye unbearable now, and his body was filled with essence of spiritual power, like a balloon that was about to burst.
Just when he was struggling to suppress the spiritual power in his body, he saw Chu Ran standing up from the ground and walking towards him step by step.
"Third brother, it's okay if you're fine, you rushed out just now and ...... scared to death."
Before the word "I" at the back of Ning Ye's mouth was spoken, he saw his good friend who shared life and death, and his eyes were like a raging fire burning with undisguised hatred.
The kind of hatred and resentment that almost wants to condense into substance is like a deep hatred with oneself in a sea of blood.
Before he could wait for Ning Ye to ask, a ball of blood with a terrifying aura condensed in the hand of "Chu Ran", and directly killed the killer, killing him who was defenseless, without leaving any hand.
At this time, he seemed to be a completely different person.
Previously, this product used the identity of Daotian to disguise himself as a peerless master to participate in this wedding with the strange exercises created thousands of years ago, but in essence, it was a parallel import.
But now, in such a short period of time, he has truly become a so-called peerless master, and the killing move against Ning Ye just now is not at all something that Chu Ran, who has always been undisciplined, can use.
Because he never thought that his good friend Chu Ran would be ruthless to himself, plus he was now focused on suppressing the spiritual power of the riot in his body, so when Ning Ye reacted, everything was completely too late.
To be honest, Ning Ye thought that he would die one day, but he never thought that he would die in the hands of his good brother in such a way.
“MMP!”
Suddenly, the mouth of "Chu Ran" erupted with such a roar with his characteristics.
His other hand, as if he had betrayed, slapped aside the blood ball that had been condensed to half of the killing move that he wanted to release against Ning Ye.
And coincidentally, the location where the blood ball fell was the place where Nangong Ancestor was standing at this time.
In the eyes of others, although this ball of blood contained an incomparably powerful and terrifying power, the speed at which it fell was extremely slow for a monk, and even a cultivator who had just completed the cultivation could easily dodge it.
What is surprising is that in the face of the approach of this ball of blood, Nangong Old Ancestor was as motionless as a wooden chicken, and he resisted with his body.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, and when this blood ball collided with Nangong Old Ancestor's body, it was directly like water absorbed by a sponge, melting into his body.
Nangong Old Ancestor still stood there motionless like a wood carving, and after more than ten seconds, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the breath of life was like a candle in the wind, and he had obviously suffered an unimaginable heavy blow.
And his body also seemed to be eroded by an invisible force, and part of his body had disappeared from the abdomen.
In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to hide, but he can't hide at all.
When the ball of blood flew towards him, he felt as if he was imprisoned by the power of space, unable to make any movement at all, and the power in his body seemed to be suppressed, completely unable to use it.
Nangong Ancestor, who had always been very afraid of death, hurriedly fled backwards, preparing to escape back to his forbidden place of ordinary retreat, relying on the heritage left over from ancient times to suppress the strange power that turned everything in the world into nothingness.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that this blood ball was not complete, he would not be able to escape at this time, and he was directly killed at the first time.
Like the Nangong Ancestor who fled in panic, he really never thought of the current situation.
Even the Dao Heaven thousands of years ago had never possessed such power at all, what happened to him just now?
On the other side, after shouting out that MMP, Chu Ran's whole person was like a split personality, where he was muttering and crying and laughing, and finally the whole person flew out of the Nangong family directly, and his figure disappeared without a trace.
Ziyun, who was worried about this bastard who had no discipline, also followed as soon as possible.
As a result, the silence in the field was suddenly restored.
And Ning Ye, after the aura in his body eased slightly, he also put away the wooden sword that was used as a medium to break the formation, and walked towards Dongfang Qingyue, who was dressed like a fiery wedding dress above.
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