Chapter 113: Duel is evil
Under Mao Rui's vigorous swing of the scythe, he blocked most of the rosary's attacks, but there were still a small number of hits on Mao Rui.
Although the power of these rosaries is not very great, it is also an attack anyway, and the pain is still there.
And these rosaries are physical objects, not like magic attacks, they are gone after one time, which can be used continuously.
The prayer beads that had just been knocked out spun around in the distance, and shot towards Mao Rui again.
Knocked out and back, back and knocked out, it was simply into a dead loop, and what was worse was that Mao Rui couldn't knock out all the flying rosaries, which caused the rosary to constantly attack, and continued to cause consumption to Mao Rui.
"It's over, isn't it?" Mao Rui was really hurt by this non-stop attack, and his heart was furious, and he roared angrily.
After roaring, Mao Rui no longer used the scythe to block, threw the blood sickle to the side, his hands quickly swiped into the void, and several pitch-black spatial cracks appeared, which were bad in all directions around Mao Rui's body.
The rosary continued to shoot, but none of them hit Mao Rui's bones, and all of them fell into the spatial crack.
Because evil found that the situation was wrong, he hurriedly controlled the return of the rosary.
But it was too late, and at the moment when the rosary was just about to return, Mao Rui had already closed all the spatial cracks formed by the space bag.
The closure of the crack directly severed the connection between the rosary that entered the space bag and the evil.
Looking at the only thirteen rosaries left in his hand, his heart ached for a while, this rosary originally had ninety-nine eighty-one beads.
"Come back. His eyes widened for evil anger and shouted at Mao Rui.
"Idiot. β
The response was an insult from Mao Rui, and a blood-red blade.
All the things that went into his pocket, Mao Rui had no reason to hand them over.
He used the demon slaying pestle to block the slash of the blood scythe, and was about to launch an attack, but he saw several flaming chickens surrounding him.
'When did you do it?' for disgusting confusion.
The flame chick that appeared at this time must have been the opponent's spell attack, but the opponent didn't notice when the spell was evil.
Without giving Evil more time to think, several turkeys had exploded.
A figure with a golden glow rushed out from the center of the explosion.
The appearance of the figure is still the appearance of the evil little monk, and the single body shape has changed greatly.
Not to mention that the skin is already dark gold, the muscles of the whole body are even higher and bulge, and the shirt is torn.
As soon as he rushed out of the explosion, before he could find the other party's figure, several flame birds had already surrounded him again.
After the turkey is the firebird.
'That's a lot of cast speed. For evil, he only had time to sigh in his heart, and fell into a wave of explosions again.
The reason why he escaped before was entirely because he had never seen such a technique as turkey art, and even if he had the Buddhist body refining method "Vajra Body", he didn't dare to risk himself.
And the low-level and mid-level Firebird Technique, because of the evil, did not dodge at all, and used the Vajra body to resist the damage of the explosion.
The flames of the explosion dissipated, and a golden figure appeared as evil, and on the outside, it was not hurt in the slightest.
The fact is also that low-level and mid-level spells can't cause any damage to him in the vajra body state at all.
Wei Wei, who had just revealed his figure, hurriedly looked around, and finally saw Mao Rui's bones.
It's just that why does this look a little strange, squatting, a pair of bony hands pressed on the ground, is this some kind of spell?
Because Mao Rui is now a skeleton, his casting appearance looks a little strange, and Ling Weiwei couldn't judge for a while that this is the action needed to perform that kind of spell.
After watching carefully for another two seconds, Wei Evil finally saw what kind of spell he was casting. There can be no mistake with ground stabbing.
But what can you do if you see it? After such a long time, Mao Rui has already finished using it.
Five ground thorns had emerged from the ground and out of nowhere.
He did not dodge or resist evil, but stood there like this. Even the low-level and mid-level Firebird Technique has no effect, but the low-level and low-level Earth Thorn Technique can break through one's own defenses? Isn't the other party too naΓ―ve?
Thinking in disgust, the five thorns had completely emerged from the ground at an immobile angle, and none of them were struck for evil, but one after another intertwined, trapping evil.
It turns out that the other party's purpose is not to attack but to restrict? It's just a lot of one move, I can easily smash so many thorns, and in the short time that I smash the stabs, what means can you use?
"Are you thinking in your heart that you can break the earth thorn in a very short time, and this time is so short that I don't have time to use an effective attack on you?" Just when the earth thorn was just trapping evil, and evil was still proud in his heart, Mao Rui's voice came.
For the sake of bad listening, his pupils shrank suddenly, and Mao Rui simply saw through his thoughts completely. After knowing that the opponent's ground thorn was not completely meaningless, he began to smash the ground thorn around him frantically.
"Naive. As a result, in the face of the evil behavior, Mao Rui calmly evaluated.
Then I saw Mao Rui's palms stretched out of his bone hand, a gray and non-slippery, sticky and non-garbage paste liquid hung down from the bone hand, and after expanding rapidly, the bone hand flicked and flew straight towards evil.
Seeing this unknown object flying, I instinctively wanted to hide, but I was helplessly surrounded by ground thorns, and there was very little space to move. In desperation, he could only watch as this disgusting-looking unidentified liquid stuck to him.
"What is this?" asked the evil origin, who was stuck in the unknown liquid and moved a few times, knowing how difficult the liquid was.
"I invented a little trick called Mucus Bondage, and it feels like it's working. β
What Ling Weiwei didn't expect was that when he asked casually, since the other party answered, his mind moved, and he continued to ask: "Yes, I just don't know if it's troublesome to crack?"
"Don't bother, as soon as you come into contact with my unique aura, this slime will be assimilated into aura. Without my unique aura, this mass of slime would have dissipated automatically after three days. Mao Rui replied honestly.
I have the urge to cry for evil, and this answer is better to know than not to know.
Mao Rui's bone hand slowly stroked over the blood sickle, and at the same time said in his mouth: "I have answered what you want to know, and now, it is time to pay the price for your ignorance of what you did to me." β
The words fell, and the bone hand had already stroked all the parts of the blood sickle, and the blood sickle had been covered with a layer of demonic blood-red flames that were invisible to the naked eye.