Entrance to the Great Void Forest.

Qinghe, who followed behind Balegang, after seeing the other party come here... sneered in his heart: Indeed, there is the most emptiness here.

Those who have big bodies and small brains are also considered big voids, even the most lowly... For Balgaon, who had lost most of the black mist, it was an excellent place to recover his spiritual power.

"O fallen king..."

Qinghe, who was muttering, stopped in place and took out the pink door... He needs to get ahead of the other side.

Only by blocking Bailegang in the entrance passage will he not be in danger of being attacked by the crowd.

"It's a shame to lose to someone like that! You guys wait for me..."

Balgaon, who spoke harshly, fell from the sand above... Then I felt a scorching heat rush over my face, and there was no warning beforehand.

"Not everyone can challenge the majesty of the king!!"

The enraged Balgaon summoned the black mist, but the fire monster that pounced on it did not dodge, and just made direct contact with the edge of the black mist.

Snort... As if a large amount of water had been poured on her, white smoke rose from the witch's body, and her body shrank sharply.

"Balgaon, from the moment you fled, you were no longer a king."

Qinghe, dressed in black robes, appeared, with his palm on the title page of truth—the power of time is indeed powerful.

But hunting witches is a bit special... He survived by the magic circle and summons on the title page.

As long as Qinghe provides enough spiritual power, He will never disappear.

The fiery red spiritual power continues to be infused, and the witch hunting becomes alive again... The surging flames even competed with the black mist.

The death sigh of Balgaon just looks invincible... To use this power, he also needs enough spiritual power to do it.

After discarding a large area of black fog and escaping, how much of his current ability is in the past?

"Death! That bastard is actually in collusion with the Grim Reaper! Unforgivable, unforgivable!! ”

Seeing Qinghe's appearance, Bailegang, who sensed his spiritual pressure, actually went berserk... It's like Sailor Moon transforming, ahem... Exploded the black robe.

His bone-covered body appeared... Qinghe couldn't see any organs on his body, and this great void didn't have any living characteristics at all.

What you want to get, you have to give... Qinghe thought of this sentence again in his mind.

More black fog emerged... The body of the witch hunter was pushed away, and it shrank rapidly, Qinghe raised his eyebrows, and while continuing to inject, he summoned two more.

"Die! Arrogant imps! ”

The black mist split into a small cloud and spread quickly... With a little dip, the victory is his.

After commanding the other two witch hunters to pounce, Qinghe raised his palm: "Warm roller blinds." ”

The power of time is not unstoppable, it's just that the conditions are harsh... Click!

Like the sound of a mirror shattering, the black mist that drifted in was sucked into it by the black cracks that appeared.

At this moment, the spiritual power in Qinghe's body rushed out... He didn't hesitate to use the magic bottle to replenish it.

Bailegang, who has had the experience of defeat, once again summoned the black fog... This time it was more than half of his last strength.

He only left a ring of black fog around him to protect himself... The rest was all thrown into it.

Although the Grim Reaper ghost in front of him had counteracted some of the black mist with a method similar to the black cavity that opened the space, he could sense the intensely consumed spiritual pressure.

"Imp... Your strength is good, but how much can you use for spiritual pressure? Hahaha..."

The smiling Bailegang seems to be able to see... This little ghost struggled weakly, drained the last of his spiritual power, and then was surrounded by black mist, and finally turned into a pair... When blown by the wind, white bones will be scattered into powder.

“…”

Kiyowa doesn't know what to say... This guy must have never heard of it, and the one who has the last laugh is the real winner.

It's no surprise that he's too confident in his abilities... After all, this was the only thing he relied on to get to the Throne of Bones.

Qinghe raised his hand again, and No. 81 was empty... There are too many things in the ghost path that contain the power of space, and these are all ways to temporarily block time.

Layers of spatial distortions appeared, and the transparent barrier fluctuated, blocking a part of the black mist that came in front of them.

Bylegon hooked his bone fingers, and the black mist immediately dispersed along the edge of the barrier, actually trying to bypass it.

"Naive."

One two three four five... Spatial fluctuations occur frequently, and every direction, even above and below, is arranged with a void... He actually used the extravagant construction of a mirror door effect.

Bailegang stubbornly maintained the black mist in front of him, and at the same time controlled the black mist to condense into a pitch-black spear, and began to attack a certain point in the void.

"Why... When it comes to me, it's so smart... Does Uncle Melancholy have a brainless aura?!"

This kind of normal attack, even Qinghe can't help but complain... If this Bargon had been so clever before, then Stark would have had to work hard to hit him hard.

"The pride of the sky, the iron city wall, the dragon, the lion's roar, the tiger's roar, the wolf's run, cut off the heavens and the earth before they collapse... The eighty-one of the bound paths, broken empty. ”

Using the seishness of the chant below, the void in front of him was strengthened again... Although the spiritual power is still enough, it can still be saved.

Balgaon did not laugh again ... He also realized some problems, as if this guy didn't lack spiritual power?

"Impossible... His spiritual power is not as much as mine, and his consumption is greater than mine, so there is no reason why he can keep going!"

Balgaon, who escaped once, never wanted to run away again... This time, he was determined to die.

"Old fellow... If I don't irritate you, what if I run away?"

Feeling the consumption of spiritual power accelerating again, Qinghe also understood Bailegang's determination... His first sentence was a foreshadowing for this.

Buzzing... The spear of death, which represented the black, lit up a constant flood of ripples on the transparent wall, and every half a minute, Qinghe would replenish the void in front of him, but he did not give up the maintenance of the other walls.

He'd noticed some black mist blending into the rocky floor... The other party has learned to make a noise.

If he carelessly canceled the void, the black mist touched the body part... Then you have to give up a part of your body.

If the heart is attacked... Then the fun is even greater.

The oppressive and dreary atmosphere continued, and the killing intent in Balgaon's heart became more and more vigorous... His last strength had been consumed half of it in this confrontation, but the other party's spiritual power still showed no signs of drying up.

After 1 minute, he finally couldn't help it... If this continues, he will not be able to support it here, this little ghost is constantly replenishing the spiritual power of the flame monsters, so that they continue to consume the black mist in front of him.

Balegang has no doubts in the slightest... If there is no black mist, he will be chased by monsters that surround him on three sides.

The final blow was launched... The black spear on the bright side was injected with all the black mist, and the attack suddenly became fierce, so that Qinghe had to strengthen the defense of the broken sky again.

As he began to sing, the layer under his feet was broken, and he was attacked... And that's not all, Balgaon suddenly disappeared in place... When he reappeared, there was a long white bone in his hand - this was the spine, and Bailegon's body did not fall apart because of this, but was forcibly gathered by the black mist.