"Netherfire fire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

A soft drink, but it made Lawson shudder, and he wanted to pull his hand back. The fire, however, had already spread, enveloping the entire arm in an instant.

"Damn!"

Rosen was frightened and wanted to break his arm again, but it was too late. The flames have spread all over the body.

Let go of his hand and let the other party scream and struggle in pain, and throughout the whole process, he indifferently watched the other party slowly turn into ashes in the same suffering.

Rosen, dead!

The Dark Witch Sect, the master of the Sen Luo Hall, who made countless people frightened, finally fell into the abyss after being in charge of the Sen Luo Hall for more than ten years.

Rosen was defeated, completely defeated, not even as big as the threat of the middle-aged man with the gun to the Nightshade. It's not that he's weak, it's that the opponent is too strong, no matter how strong he is, it's just the strength of a Heavenly Master, or the strength of an ordinary Heavenly Master. But the other party is a serious immortal, the pinnacle of today's world.

How to cross the gap between heaven and earth?

Without any regret for the other party's death, Nightshade moved his steps and walked to the front of the burned out house.

"Boom!"

A talisman was struck, blowing the house apart. Faintly, two bodies burned to black charcoal can also be seen.

The footsteps moved, and the body was surrounded by a faint, vague black aura, exuding a cold aura.

Wherever he passed, the flames were extinguished beside him.

A rusty spear lay there silently, like a normal burning stick. However, if you look closely, you can see that the wooden body of the gun did not burn, not even the spikes of the head and tail of the gun were not burned, everything was the same as the original.

Zheng!

When he picked up the spear, it emitted a metallic clang, and like the magic knife, it was a spiritual weapon.

The gun is worn, even straight, and somewhat damaged, like broken wood. The tip is also rusty, the tip is broken, and there is a notch in the blade. The spikes are also uneven, looking dirty and messy.

No matter how you look at it, this is a dilapidated weapon, which has no lethal appearance, and has become a waste product.

But is it really as it seems?

The gun actually made the night dead feel a little heavy, at least hundreds of pounds, it was hard to imagine why a wooden gun would be so heavy.

This kind of weight, I'm afraid that ordinary people can't even pick it up, let alone wield it as a weapon.

Come to think of it, the middle-aged man before was also very human, and he was able to dance this gun decently. Although there is a relationship between using inertia to use force to fight, its own strength cannot be underestimated. Even with the help of the strangeness of the spear, after all, he made the Night Immortal injured, and this kind of record, even if he died in battle, he was enough to be proud of.

The gun was held in his hand, and it felt somewhat familiar, déjà vu. It seems that we knew each other in the distant past.

Suddenly, the black mist around the Night Darkness seemed to be being pulled and drifted in one direction, and it was the spear in his hand.

Airplanes!!!

The body of the gun trembled, as if it was excited, and it absorbed the mist faster. Faintly, there is a kind of appearance that makes the night dead uncontrollable.

For the first time, Night Shadow showed a frightened expression, and he could feel the "murderous aura" in his body, as if he was being pulled away, and he was about to rush into the body of the gun. Moreover, these breaths were not under his control, and they couldn't be stopped at all.

"What's going on?!"

The murderous aura is like an ocean of sea water pouring into a river, which cannot be contained.

The black chess pieces poured in quickly, and the thick black qi escaped from his body, and all of them were absorbed by the spear.

The spear absorbs the murderous qi very quickly, but fortunately, the qi in the body of the Night Immortal is sufficient, and it can withstand the consumption. However, if he continued like this, he didn't know if he would be sucked dry.

Murderous aura is the name he gave to this aura, named after the endless killing machine in it.

This is the power he inherited from his previous life, and it is one of his big hole cards, if he is sucked dry, although he will not die, it will definitely have a great impact on his strength.

Fortunately, it only took a few minutes for the spear to absorb. The murderous aura that rushed like a river into the sea slowly subsided, and continued to return to the body.

It absorbed a lot of murderous aura, surrounded by a thick black mist, wrapping the gun body, and it was a little unbearable to absorb so much.

Not daring to continue holding on to this thing, Nightshade hurriedly threw it out.

Woo~

The spear did not fall, but was pushed by some force, levitating. After a slight pause, he plunged one end into the ground with a thud. The gun body is upright!

The black gas swirled, tumbling, and was gradually absorbed by the spear.

As the fog faded, the change in the spear could be faintly seen.

The body of the gun is pitch black, like ink, the damage on it is gone, there is no curved arc, and the gun body is straight!

The head of the spear was bright silver, the cold light flickered, and the broken tip of the spear and the broken blade of the spear were intact, flashing with a sharp cold light.

At the junction of the head and the body of the gun, a wisp of cherry blossoms naturally drooped, and it also changed, no longer uneven or dirty, but like the body of the gun, like ink-soaked pitch black.

The whole gun, from beginning to end, was already different.

The mist was still absorbed, only a few faint wisps of black mist lingering around it, and it was not absorbed, as if it was an imposing release.

Airplanes!

The spear trembled and let out a roar like a dragon's groan.

Faintly, the Night Dead felt a tug, a summoning feeling.

Looking at the spear suspiciously, it let out a cheerful tremor again, as if in response.

There was a call, and a voice sounded in my head.

Grab it, grab it・・・・・・

It was a voiceless voice, no fixed tone, just to convey a message.

Feeling the traction, Night Dead hesitated. The fierce suction just now still lingers, what if you grab it and continue to absorb it?

To take or not to take?

It's a dilemma, this spear is clearly an artifact, at least on the same level as the magic knife. He didn't have a magic knife with him, and this gun could definitely be a big help for him. However, if you take it, what if you suck your breath dry?

After hesitating for a moment, Night Shadow slapped his forehead.

"Why am I hesitating again, where is the decisiveness of the past?" Gritted his teeth, "Take it!" I don't believe what a gun can do to me! ”

Airplanes! ~

The palm of his hand stretched out to the spear, and the body of the spear trembled, looking very excited.

The summoning was stronger, the familiar feeling was stronger, and there seemed to be a blur of images in my mind.

The moment his hand touched the gun, the light flashed in front of him, and his vision became blurred.

Before he could react, he was dragged into a ray of light, waiting for his vision to slowly become clear. Looking at the scene in front of him, Nightshade couldn't help but widen his eyes. (To be continued.) )