Chapter 142: The Great Existence of the Fallen
Two balls of blood-red light suddenly collided together at this moment, and a strong demonic aura permeated all around, and suddenly within a radius of several meters, blood light rolled, and blood mist surged, but all the objects that came into contact with it melted and disappeared silently......
The skeletons holding steel knives, the thick walls around them, and even the thick black fog in front of them were all dispersed by this bloody mist.
There was a scornful roar in my throat, and my bones flickered behind me, and I swooped into the black fog of the passage. Running through the black mist, I could clearly feel all kinds of ghosts made of bones around me, and there were all lurking in them watching me, but they were all trembling and did not dare to step forward.
The black-robed man who had fled just now stood still in front of him, standing next to him that exuded strong fluctuations.
Obviously, he has found the so-called backer, that is, the old bone.
How can people who are locked by my spiritual mind escape? His soul has long been ingested by me from a long distance, and even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, he can't escape my perception.
In the black mist surrounded by all kinds of bone monsters, I quickly walked forward, and between the sharp bone tails, I cut the white bone monsters around me into pieces.
This kind of white bone monster is different from the bone demon. The bone demon is a white bone psychic, and it has a weak consciousness and becomes a demon-like existence. And now these things in the black fog are just controlled by a powerful force in the depths of the black mist, just wandering unconsciously, reflecting the will of the powerful existence that controls them.
I pressed forward, and finally, when I reached a place, the black fog all around me was gone. It was empty, and it suddenly became an empty area. So in my blood-red vision, I saw a three-story stone platform, and above this stone platform sat a person shrouded in a black mist, and he couldn't see clearly. The black-robed man I had locked up just now was standing next to him.
I can feel it. This person shrouded in black mist is very strong, and he is not a little weaker than me who is now wearing blood-red weird bone armor. If it was me who met it before, it would definitely be killed in seconds, and I guess I wouldn't even have the power to fight back. At the same time, under the three-story platform where his body was sitting, there were also powerful power fluctuations.
It was obvious that the formation of any of the entire huge villa and the creature called Old Bone sitting on it were suppressing what was beneath the stone platform.
Kill. Kill, kill!
Another cloud of blood-red thoughts in my brain emitted a violent aura, driving my monster-like body towards the front at this moment. As soon as the huge and heavy soles of my feet stepped on the ground, the ground paved with thick bluestone slabs clattered and shattered, and my whole body had ejected between the stones flying sideways, and the bone tail behind me shook to keep balance, and the sharp steel knife-like claws stretched out forward, and rushed straight to the black-robed man next to the high platform!
As long as it's my chosen target. Then even if I flee to the ends of the earth, I must suck his blood dry as soon as possible. Swallow his soul!!
"Bone old save me!"
The black-robed man standing next to the three-story platform let out a terrible and frightened scream, he clearly knew the difference in strength between himself and me. Needless to say, even if you dodge, you may not be able to dodge.
"This great being, you are already the weakest of your time, why bother to appear at this time to fight against the old decay?"
An old voice that seemed to come from a grave echoed around the area, and then the thick black mist that surged around it squirmed. They were entangled with each other like huge poisonous snakes, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of me, just in front of the three-story stone platform, and suddenly turned into a huge shield.
It was a black mist, but when I grabbed at it with bone claws as sharp as steel knives. There was a sound of steel colliding, and it made a sonorous sound.
It was also because of my catapult that I was carrying gusts of wind with me, so the wind blowing around me blew away the black mist. Only then did I realize that I didn't know when, in this thick shield-like black mist, there was actually a huge white bone shield erected! It was suspended between me and the three stone platforms in front of me!
So what I really hit was this huge bone shield.
Bone! Blood!
The huge blood-red consciousness in my mind let out a crazy cry, which made my consciousness as Jiang Ming feel severe pain again. I could feel another terrifying presence in my brain, and the anger I showed when I saw this bone shield appear, as if my dignity had been challenged.
How dare a humble ant like you perform something related to blood and bone in front of a great person like me!
This is an angry will conveyed in that blood-red consciousness, and as Jiang Ming, I can feel the anger and disdain of the other consciousness.
Click, click, click.
With a slight force on his claws, the white bone shield shattered and splashed in all directions, falling to the ground, re-revealing the three-story stone platform behind him and the old monster shrouded in black mist sitting on it, as well as the black-robed man who had disappeared next to him.
"Er...... Dare to ......"
I writhed my head, which I didn't know what it had changed, and from the mutated vocal cords, these two words came out, cold and bloody, as if it smelled of the eighteenth layer of hell, and the wind gusted.
The old guy shrouded in black fog on the three-layer stone platform didn't know what action he did, but he only heard a sound of bones colliding in the black fog rolling not far behind him, and then between the fog dissipated, two huge white bone hands about seven or eight meters long stretched out from the fog behind, and wrapped the three-layer stone platform in the palm of his hand from both sides to the middle, as if protecting him.
If you just look at this pair of huge bone arms that are seven or eight meters long, then you can imagine what kind of behemoth is hidden in the black fog behind. But I don't know why, I can see through it, it's just that there are only two arms without a body.
An old voice reverberated but unceremonious.
"I don't know what kind of great being you fell in the Spirit Tribulation, and I don't know why you were able to transform into a form. But as a warlock who cultivates spells, I still advise you to disappear as soon as possible, no matter where you live, otherwise once it is known, whether it is those Buddhists and Taoists who claim to be righteous people, or those like us who are called demons, they will be very interested in your remaining power. After all, you're too weak right now. ”
I couldn't understand what the old guy said in the black mist, but I could feel the blood-red consciousness fluctuating violently at this moment, as if after hearing the words of this old bone, he showed shock and emotional fluctuations.
So I just stood there and didn't move for a while.
It is estimated that the guy on the three-story stone platform thought that "I" really understood his words and was about to stop, and the two huge bone hands that encased him in it were about to slowly retract into the dense fog behind him. (To be continued.) )