The flames curled, and under the huge shadow, Qin Hao reached out and reached forward, the muscles on his arm squirming like waves. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The air around them twisted and swayed like an entity.

Obviously, compared to the rune puppet, Qin Hao's palm was like an ant standing at the feet of a giant, but the strange thing was that in the eyes of the old man, his palm seemed to become bigger and wider all of a sudden, and a feeling of covering the sky and the sun appeared inexplicably in his heart.

Airplanes!

Cracks appeared in the air, and in the next moment, the huge rune puppet suddenly froze.

The old man's face was slightly stunned, and then his pupils contracted sharply.

At the shoulder of the rune puppet, thick white smoke silently emitted, and the entire metal arm was like a rusty iron sheet, which dried up and cracked into powder, and sprinkled into the air.

Purely competing with brute force, the rune puppet was not Qin Hao's opponent.

And without the manipulation of a puppet master like the Red Sand Scorpion, the simple rune puppet was still a little too sluggish in the face of Qin Hao.

Qin Hao's body moved, and a series of explosions exploded in the air, and countless black afterimages bypassed the rune puppet, looking like a black chain binding the rune puppet.

"How can it be so strong?"

There was a hint of doubt in the old man's eyes, this was more than twice as strong as the message Narandu gave him.

He still doesn't know what Narando has done, the entire city of Luoan is burning, it is in chaos, the people he sent out have lost contact, and it is difficult to find his target, but he finds that...

"Damn it!"

The old man's eyelids jumped, and he watched Qin Hao dismantle a rune puppet into pieces as if he were disassembling parts.

"Ten directions pass!"

A crack opened in the center of his brow, and a white rune like a book swirled and fell into his palm.

A little white light bloomed from his palm, at first about the size of a firefly, then slowly expanded, grew larger, brighter, like a basketball.

As the ball of light expanded, a trace of ancient aura emanated from the ball of light, and a rotten and dilapidated aura came out of it.

As the breath passed, the amplitude of the flames around the ball of light gradually weakened, but the dust floating in the air was silently horizontal in the air, as if time had weakened the flow speed in an instant.

Laugh at!

In an instant, a white arm burst out of the ball of light, with countless finger-thick folds on it, giving people a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

The arm seemed to be boundless, stretching out from the ball of light, and the palm was only the size of an ordinary person, slowly opening, facing Qin Hao's eyes.

The scarlet pupils, the three black magata, and the little white magata, in the faint rotation, there is not the slightest ripple.

Qin Hao's face was expressionless, his body jumped slightly, stepped on the head of a rune puppet, and exerted force under his feet, and the whole person was like a knife, splitting the rune puppet into two.

Boom!

The smoke and dust splashed everywhere, the surrounding flames were extinguished, and Qin Hao stood in the center of the smoke and dust unscathed.

"This breath。。。。。 Time passes? Qin Hao muttered, feeling this inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he didn't do it immediately, but quietly recalled where he had met.

"This old, stale atmosphere." Qin Hao's eyes lit up, and he remembered that it was the altar, the weird black coffin.

Although the breath in front of me is like a firefly and a bright moon in comparison, but... It's the same disgusting feeling.

"You're damned!"

Qin Hao's eyes suddenly showed an extreme disgust, as well as a strong killing intent naked/naked/naked.

Of course he knew that the old guy in front of him couldn't have anything to do with the black coffin, but... Still damn it!

A terrifying aura burst out from Qin Hao's body, like a black mist of shape, gushing out from behind him, turning into tentacles in mid-air on the ground, frantically repelling all breath and substances.

In an instant, Qin Hao's surroundings seemed to be completely occupied by a black liquid substance, and a little under his feet, the whole person seemed to have stepped out of a black oil painting, and countless black slime was pulling wildly behind him.

"Ten directions pass, decay life!"

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Hao's actions, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, as if he was laughing at Qin Hao's indiscretion, or he was killing himself.

Qin Hao could feel that the flow speed around him was getting faster and faster, and a vague scene was changing rapidly in front of his eyes.

As if stepping into the long river of time, the flowers withered, the green leaves withered, and the young people grew old.

Time was distorted and accelerated in the middle of the two, and every step Qin Hao took forward, it seemed that decades of life had been lost.

Until the white, old, disgusting palm was smashed to pieces by his punch.

In an instant, all the black tentacles that poured out of them danced wildly, turning into spikes that pierced through the white arms like lightning.

The palm of the hand was torn apart, the long arm was cut flat from the middle, a black line swept straight through, and the countless mucus behind him swallowed the two white arms.

"This... No way! ”

With a sudden exclamation, the old man looked at Qin Hao who was unscathed in shock, obviously hit, but Qin Hao's face did not show the slightest sign of old age, the other party's whole body was full of blood and qi like a volcano, and the breath exhaled from his snort was like a bullet that punched countless holes in the ground.

"You...

Iron fingers clasped around his neck, suffocating his questions back to his throat.

Bang!!!

A violent black explosion slowly vibrated with a circle of ripples.

The terrifying wave of air blew the flames everywhere and was suddenly extinguished, the dust in the air fell to the ground again, and what was even more strange was that the place where the ripples swept by, the charred ground, and the dilapidated walls seemed to have passed countless years, gradually weathering into some dry scum.

And the old guy who was pinched by his throat quickly appeared countless folds on his face, and dried cracks appeared layer by layer, and the whole person's face was like a wrinkled old bark, which had been burned in the fire, and it was unbearable to see a hideous ghost.

As soon as Qin Hao exerted his strength slightly, the other party's body turned into a puddle of black ashes, slid from his fingers and fell to the ground, piling up into a puddle.

"Time!"

Qin Hao stomped on the ground fiercely, the ashes overflowing, and he said fiercely: "This thing doesn't mean anything to me... Hehehehe, hehehehe... ”

There is no joy or sorrow in his laughter, there is a hair-making feeling, and on the retina, a line of handwriting is so dazzling and conspicuous... (To be continued.) )