Chapter 462: Black Crisis 3
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Just when the heart lake of Cang Wunian was quickly frozen into a fortress, the hundred-faced thorns in the pool of resentment suddenly became uneasy, and the flower discs with painful expressions actually whimpered and howled, and the cries came and went, and the hearts and livers trembled when they heard it.
What's going on?
Hua Wuxian, Hu Muhuo and Hua Chengcheng were all stunned at the moment. I saw that the flower stems of those hundred thorns were writhing back and forth one by one, and the flowers that looked like human faces were whimpering and howling louder and louder, as if they were experiencing some great pain.
Then, in the surprised eyes of the three of them, those relatively thin hundred-faced thorns were rapidly shrinking and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a puddle of mud and fell into the mire in the pool.
However, some of the originally robust thorns showed their greedy and comfortable looks one by one after the thin thorns withered, and the flower discs gradually grew up, and the flower stems became thicker and thicker.
It didn't take long for a pond of thorns to almost wither, leaving only a few dozen plants that grew stronger and stronger, and the flower disc was several times larger than before.
"This ...... What the hell is going on?" Hu Muhuo muttered. She could only feel the evil of the strange plants, but she didn't know what they were for, or what was going on with them.
"Brother Wunian......" Hua Chengcheng stared at the changes in the pool with a blank expression, she didn't dare to imagine what happened to Cang Wunian after she fell into the pool, these evil hundred-faced thorns only suddenly became abnormal after Cang Wunian fell in, could it be that Cang Wunian was used as their nutrients?
Suddenly, a subtle arc of dark purple light overflowed from the flower disks of dozens of hundred-faced thorns in the pool of resentment, lingering around it like thunder and lightning.
Then the flowers slowly converge, then shrink and dry up.
"Hahaha...... Hahaha...... God help me, God help me!" Mu Fusang's arrogant laughter suddenly resounded in the cave, and just hearing such laughter could feel how excited and proud he was at the moment.
Hua Wuxian in mid-air frowned, and before he could carefully perceive where Mu Fusang was hiding, he suddenly heard dozens of "poof" sounds like something exploding in the resentment pool under him.
Hua Wuxian subconsciously looked down, only to see that the only remaining dozens of shrunken flower disks were gathered like a flower bud, and the sound of "poof" was the explosion of "flower buds", and then a fist-sized surface like a fruit wrapped in black mist slowly rose.
Looking closely, the black mist on the surface of those fruits still flickered with dark purple light, as if a thunder arc was enveloping its surface.
"What the hell is this?" Hua Wuxian was stunned and couldn't help but mutter.
But before he had time to think about it, a sense of crisis came from behind him, and Hua Wuxian instinctively wanted to dodge, but after all, he was still a step too late, and a black light hit his shoulder, knocking him directly to the ground.
"Hmm. Hua Wuxian snorted, and still stood up quickly, but saw Mu Fusang's figure appear in the sky above the Resentment Pool again, and with a wave of his robe, a strong wind swept towards the dozens of fist-sized black fruits.
Just as the last fruit was about to be taken into his pocket, the mire in the pool of resentment suddenly churned up with huge mud bubbles, and then with a dull "bang", the mire in the pool exploded and splashed.
Hua Wuxian hurriedly dodged to Hu Muhuo and Hua Chengcheng's side, and with a wave of his hand, a layer of white light shrouded the three of them, followed by a crackling mire splashing on the light mask he had condensed with mana.
The mire seemed to be very corrosive, and when it was splashed on the mask, it immediately made a "snort" sound that made the scalp tingle, and with this sound, the surface of the mask emitted a burst of black smoke from the place where it touched the mire. At the same time, Hu Muhuo was very keenly aware that Hua Wuxian's face suddenly turned a little pale at this moment.
It was not difficult for her to judge that Hua Wuxian was suffering a lot at the moment, just to not let the two women worry, so she gritted her teeth and did not make any sound.
This was not the end, as the mire in the pool of resentment exploded and splashed, and a black mud cocoon rose from the pool.
Painting Allure didn't even dare to blink his eyes, staring at the black mud cocoon in a daze, and his heart involuntarily fluttered and fluttered: Brother Wunian, that must be Brother Wunian!
There was another loud "bang", and the mud cocoons in mid-air also exploded, but this time the pitch-black mud swamp did not splash around, but directly dissipated into stars in the air.
A purple light flashed, directly sweeping away the last fruit filled with black mist that was about to fall into Mu Fusang's hands.
Mu Fusang was slightly stunned, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that not far from him, a tall and slender man was raising his hand and gently pinching the fruit that was extremely precious to Mu Fusang.
"Brother Wunian ......" The painting fell into the city's voice, and the figure in mid-air should have been very familiar, but this moment made her feel extremely strange.
When the man fell into the pool of resentment, he wore the most grand and gorgeous wedding dress that a powerful demon man was qualified to wear when he got married, and at this time, he appeared in front of everyone again, but the clothes on his body turned into a soft and smooth dark purple satin, and the cuffs and hem of the robe-like clothes were all embroidered with golden strange patterns.
A waist-length black hair without the slightest restraint, all scattered behind him, the spacious and soft purple gold robe as comfortable as a nightgown The neckline is slightly open, revealing the man's honey-colored and strong chest, which is both rigid and soft, which actually makes him look lazy and evil.
Cang Wunian's eyes didn't open, he just effortlessly rolled a hundred-faced thorny fruit into his hand, and then the purple light flashed in his palm, and the fruit instantly turned into wisps of black mist and drilled into his body.
"Brother Wunian—no!" exclaimed.
She didn't know what kind of fruit it was, but the fruit condensed from the evil flower of the hundred-faced thorn would certainly not be a good thing.
Cang Wunian actually absorbed the fruit so easily and without any scruples, if there was any mistake in this, it would undoubtedly be a great disaster for them.
Hu Muhuo obviously realized that something was wrong with the situation a long time ago, and just when Cang Wunian absorbed the fruit of the hundred-faced thorns, she had already pushed the painting into Hua Wuxian's arms, and she dodged and flew towards Cang Wunian.
Cang Wunian didn't seem to notice that someone was coming towards him, and he still closed his eyes tightly, allowing the wisps of black mist in his palm to burrow into his body.
"Cang Wunian, what are you doing? Stop!" Hu Muhuo was anxious and angry in his heart, and a red light flew out from his fingers as he spoke, heading straight at Cang Wunian's right hand holding the hundred-faced thorn fruit.
Cang Wunian seemed to be able to see the other party's every move clearly before he opened his eyes, and his body was light and slightly deviated, and Hu Muhuo's mana brushed over the edge of his soft sleeves and hit the stone wall of the cave with a "bang".
At the same time that Hu Muhuo was stunned, his figure had already come to Cang Wunian's side, and he reached out to grab his hand.
At this moment, she heard Hua Wuxian's anxious voice behind her: "Be careful with the fire!"
Hu Muhuo was slightly stunned, and before he could calm down, he felt a huge and oppressive sense of crisis coming from him. The heart was secretly bad, and the figure instinctively flipped at this moment, and a purple light brushed her back, and a hot pain came instantly.
However, Hu Muhuo didn't have time to care about the damage caused to him at the moment, because Cang Wunian didn't intend to give her time to breathe at all, and when he raised his hand, a purple light burst out.
The speed of the two strikes in a row was extremely fast, and there was no mercy at all, as if Hu Muhuo had a lot of hatred with him. Hu Muhuo didn't even have time to give birth to his anger, and this second blow was about to hit his body.
Oh no! Hu Muhuo's heart swelled with panic, but she couldn't hide at all.
At this moment, Hu Muhuo suddenly felt that his body was pushed aside, and then there was a loud "boom", and two rays of light, one white and one purple, collided together where she was, shaking the entire cave again.
The light of the mana impact quickly dissipated, and Cang Wunian remained unmoving, only from his flying black hair and robes, he could see that he had done it.
And Hua Wuxian, who forcibly accepted his move, was not so lucky, Hua Wuxian was originally holding the painting Allure and flying up, while taking care of Hu Muhuo on the one hand, and taking care of the painting Allure in his arms on the other hand, and at the same time, he had to use his injured body to resolve Cang Wunian's ruthless move.
The result of single-mindedness and triple use was that his body flew upside down at the moment of confrontation with Cang Wunian, and when he landed, in order to prevent the painting from being injured, his whole body smashed firmly on the ground.
"No death!" the two women screamed in shock.
With a "poof", what responded to the two women was that Hua Wuxian couldn't suppress it anymore and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
"Hua Wuxian, are you alright......? Why are you doing this? I can't stand it just now, you say you, why are you meddling!" Hu Muhuo came to Hua Wuxian's side in a flash, and wanted to reach out to help Hua Wuxian up, but when he saw that Hua Chengcheng was still tightly held in his arms, the words of concern on his lips still stubbornly changed.
"Huh. Hua Wuxian laughed at himself, "I like to meddle in my business, it has nothing to do with you." ”