Chapter 152: The Wind Stops

The snowflakes dancing in the sky, the wind shouting, the devastated earth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Golden rune circles, laughing wizards, rising flames.

"You guys! All of them! They all have to die! ”

Saruman's spurting flames from the diamond at the top of his staff burned more and more fiercely in the wind, and the almost solid blue-white flames that had been compressed by Xie Meng's golden rune array swirled around him layer by layer, like a huge torch that soared into the sky, circling around him, burning the sky and clouds, looking at the giant whose body was charred by his own bombardment, the elven prince whose chest was covered with magma, and his face was as pale as snow Xie Meng, Saruman's face, which had always been indifferent and arrogant, revealed the cruel killing intent in his heart for the first time!

"Whew..."

A sound of wind came from his side, Saruman's heart, which was a little scattered, suddenly tightened, with the flying snowflakes as the extension of his eyesight, even if he didn't turn his head, he clearly saw a thin figure holding a dagger and rushing towards him, laughed, showed disdain, pinched the staff, and whispered again: "Uton!" ”

"Bang!" As soon as the words fell, the already raging blue and white fire was even more raging as if a spoonful of oil had been poured on it, and the daunting high temperature even melted the snowflakes 10 meters away, and the snow water closer to him was directly steamed into a layer of white steam, and he wanted to burn this little girl with the broken knife in her hand directly into toner!

In the next moment, Saruman's eyes widened suddenly, the staff in his hand was heavy at first, and the clicking sound was immediately light, and the flames around him suddenly disappeared, and his chest suddenly hurt, and his heart immediately hurt, followed by a roar of blood arrows shot from Xie Meng's whole body, and the golden rune formation wrapped his whole body.

A second before he lost consciousness, he saw a girl with a mouth full of blood, the corners of her mouth cracked, her teeth cracked, and her throat staring at him with a distorted face, the head of the staff made of the sacred tree with the thickness of her arms and high was held in her mouth, and her mouth was full of wood residue, and a cold dagger was inserted in her chest, piercing her heart.

The powerful wizard staggered and shook, looking at the short sword on his chest in disbelief, as if he couldn't accept that he was defeated by this almost child's play, his throat gurgled and watched the golden runes cover him, eroding towards his immortal soul, and the person who controlled the runes didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, and fell limply on the snow, (this rune array is something I've never seen before, it's a way of using power that even I haven't seen in the land of the gods, If only I could look into it a little more. ）

The magma on the elven prince's chest has burned through the leather armor, black sticking to the flesh, burning through the pectoral muscles, emitting puffs of white smoke, and making a low 'sizzle' sound, which begins to cool on the elf's crispy sternum. (The elves' bodies are still so fragile, but if they can transplant their talent for using their instinctive use of magic to the strong orcs, there will be some magical changes, but this project is a bit difficult.) ）

The muscles of the big man in the distance began to contract, gradually changing back to their original size, although they were still tall, but they were still much worse than when they were fighting, almost half of their bodies were burned to charcoal, blown by the wind and snow that gradually subsided, and even ashes fluttered (this seems to be a bit similar to the orcs' 'rage', but the utilization of the flesh is higher, and the way is more advanced, if you can look closely, maybe there will be new discoveries, if you can extract this ability...). ）

The huge body of the clay giant began to crumble, first staggering forward a few steps, and then the mud on his body gradually fell, and his legs lost Saruman's mana as a construction, unable to support the huge and bulky body, and fell to the ground, with a gentle 'click' sound, little by little returned to the dirt, and in the head stained red by the flesh and blood of the bearded knight, a body was twisted and deformed, and the whole body was almost twisted into a dough-like corpse with broken bones and trembling tendons and fell into the dirt.

A huge darkness struck, on this Middle-earth continent, the famous and powerful wizard lost consciousness forever, the wind and snow gradually subsided, Zhang Yinyuan's eyes turned black for a while, and he sat down weakly next to Saruman's corpse, listening to the prompt sound of the 'main god' in his ears, grabbed the staff in his mouth, and pulled it fiercely, with a few teeth and a mouth full of blood and broken wood, he pulled out the head of the staff that almost ripped off his jaw, and the huge diamond on it had disappeared.

Revealing a sneer, Zhang Yinyuan lay on his back in the muddy water after the snow melted, panting heavily, after swallowing the Flame Demon Heart Core similar to a diamond at the tip of Saruman's staff, the crazy bloodthirsty, cruel and tyrannical fiery feeling in his body gradually became stronger, wisps of black smoke began to emerge around his body, and his body temperature gradually increased.

Zhang Yinyuan's coldness in killing Saruman gradually subsided, replaced by a wry smile, which was not inferior to the pain of forcibly raising the "Burning Incense Jade Book", which made Zhang Yinyuan feel that the burning plastic bag on his tender internal organs had dripped a thick layer of hot plastic, followed by the bones inside his body, and then flesh and blood, gritting his teeth tightly, and a violent feeling of dizziness in his brain hit, Zhang Yinyuan didn't even have the energy to snort in pain, and the tears flowing from his eyes were exuding steaming heat. The muscles twitched little by little, and the flesh at the tips of the limbs began to show signs of charring.

(Ma Dan, this desperate old man took advantage of Saruman's loophole, and the consequences were slightly serious, but if it weren't for Xie Meng's white-haired man's reminder, coupled with Lao Tzu's quick response, it is estimated that he was really killed by this old man at this time...) Is this an increase in the power of the Fire Demon? Doesn't that broken 'flame devouring' say that it is fire that consumes? How does this give me a sense of blood... it, it's going to hurt crazy! Why is my life so bitter, it hurts since "Zhu Xian", it hurts all the way, it hurts! Meow ~ lala la ~ woohoo! It hurts! ）

Zhang Yinyuan was twisting like a dying maggot being gnawed by countless ants, his whole body was cramping, even his lungs had a burst of contraction, the strong urge to urinate couldn't be suppressed at all, and even the urge to defecate was almost unsuppressed, struggling and writhing little by little in the melted muddy water of Saruman.

Xie Meng lay on the ground, the outbreak just now was already the last bit of physical strength he had squeezed out, and when the reminder of the 'Lord God' sounded, he didn't even want to move his brain, his whole body relaxed, lying on the ground softly, and not fainting was already the consequence of his extremely strong will.

Gu Jianjun stared at the big eyes that only one remained, his two arms were completely burned into charcoal, he was still grinning in the pitch black, and there were only some burnt weed-like burnt hairs left on his head, and even the violent rise and fall of his chest was a huge burden that was difficult to support.

The elven prince lay on his side on the ground, the condensed magma lying on his sternum, the sternum almost crispier than halva that had left him in a complete coma, but the good news was that the natural talent of the elves allowed him to heal his injuries through a few small grasses buried in the snow beneath him.

The heavy snow raised by Saruman slowly fell, obscuring the ugly land that seemed to have been baptized by thousands of bazookas.