Chapter Thirty-Eight: Picking and Killing Hard
Crossing the corpse and stepping on the white bone skeleton ladder again, Qi Xuance was much more cautious.
How powerful is the mid-tier hell subspecies?
He had only seen the appearance, but he had never comprehended the strength.
The old man never talked about it,
In Qi Xuance's apprenticeship career, in addition to inheriting the town talisman of Pingjiang Lane, he was more often raising his four sons.
Now that I think about it, he, the owner of Pingjiang Lane, is more like a breeder in Pingjiang Lane.
Shaking his head, Qi Xuance cautiously withdrew Xiao San into the ink jade pendant, because only the invisible threat was the most deadly.
In the face of the three shackled redeemers ranked forty-fourth, as well as the famous Dark Twin Horseman, you can't be too careful.
Stepping steadily onto the skull steps, Qi Xuance looked up at the dark red sky above his head.
The red clouds rolled, low and dead, and the long ladder went straight into the sky, and it was impossible to see how high it was.
"It's really unproductive, how much does it cost to install an elevator. ”
Qi Xuance muttered unhappily, and climbed up step by step.
After climbing the cup of tea, Qi Xuance, who was hanging in mid-air, looked around.
The land under his feet is vast, the black ground is full of faults and ravines, and the sea of blood in the distance is even more turbulent and endless.
The whole space presents a strange oppression, as if it makes people breathless.
This is a place of ...... With a hard spit, Qi Xuance continued to climb up.
After another puff of incense, he finally touched the periphery of the dark red clouds, and at the same time, a strong smell of blood penetrated his nostrils.
Only then did Qi Xuance realize that where was this cloud, it was simply boundless blood mist.
The overwhelming blood mist is intertwined, sticky and fishy, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will be dizzy if I only take one breath.
Need such a disgusting person?Qi Xuance sighed helplessly.
The witchers are good everywhere, but the only bad thing is that the hell they deal with are not hygienic, and they have always been how weird and terrifying they are.
"If Lao Tzu is in charge of Hell, the first thing he will do is to set up a Hell Environmental Protection Bureau, a bunch of bastards and sloppy things!"
Qi Xuance muttered about what he didn't have, covered his mouth and nose, and finally crawled into the blood mist.
The higher it goes, the more viscous the blood mist becomes, and gradually, it seems to become substance.
Qi Xuance experienced it once, and naturally understood that this was a barrier connecting two independent spaces.
Sure enough,
Just when he climbed to the thickest place of the blood mist and his eyes were red, he suddenly felt that his body was light, and the whole person came out.
"Huh~~~Huh~~~"
The blood mist dissipated, and there was silence all around, and a whimpering yin wind blew, not particularly cold, but mixed with a rancid smell.
What appeared in front of Qi Xuance was a row of majestic and simple boulder buildings, a bit like an ancient Greek temple, but it was many times larger, just a dozen huge patterned columns, to say the least, dozens of meters high.
The temple building was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it had stood in silence for a thousand years.
And under his feet, he stepped on the hard bluestone ground, and was standing in a small dilapidated square at the moment.
The sky overhead was no longer dark red, glowing a faint light purple, except for a blood moon like a hook, hanging high in the air.
"This is the sixth layer...... Why doesn't anyone fight?"
Qi Xuance looked around cautiously, the square was quiet, and he was about to take a good peek inside the barren temple, but he accidentally found a vague figure sitting on the stone steps.
The light purple sky and the blood moon made the air a little foggy, and it was impossible to see the person's appearance, but he could only roughly tell that his posture was with his hands on his cheeks, slightly bent over, and his head lowered.
Dark Twin Riders?
Shackled Redeemer?
Or Kinugawa?
Qi Xuance's narrow eyes were a little vigilant, although that figure did not exude the slightest breath of the Hell subspecies, but in this kind of place, it was really not to be careless.
All right!
Qi Xuance looked down, but he didn't see a small pebble, so he had to rub his nose and take two steps forward to look.
"This friend...... Are you thinking about her?"
Qi Xuance's greeting was very chic, but the figure ignored him, and still sat there quietly, like a thinker.
Cold?
Qi Xuance narrowed his eyes slightly.
Since he pretended to be deaf and dumb, then don't blame him for being reckless, after all, this place is too likely to be a friend or foe.
With a flick of a finger, an invisible chain broke through the void and silently attacked the black shadow, because it was purely a temptation, and it did not have much power.
Even so, the chain was like a predatory poisonous snake, and in the blink of an eye, it swept more than ten meters away and reached out to the figure's left arm.
However, just as he was about to touch the figure, he suddenly heard a cold voice sound.
"Presumptuous!"
Before the words fell, a terrible sound of breaking the air was heard, and a black light came first, which could shatter the chain before the body was reached.
meantime
A thicker and longer black light shot straight at Qi Xuance from the Dark Temple.
That's a lacquered javelin!
The shape is clumsy, silent, and the speed is not very fast.
But Qi Xuance's narrow eyes facing the javelin suddenly widened! Suddenly, he shouted, his ten fingers were frantically entangled, and a huge invisible flame lotus platform was pulled out in front of his chest.
The flowers of Pingjiang Lane bloom richly!
"Boom~~~"
The silent lacquer javelin slammed into the Flame Lotus Table!
"Poof!"
Qi Xuance, who has always been smooth sailing, flew out upside down like a broken kite, spraying blood in the air!
The flower of Pingjiang Lane, which has lost its golden talisman, cannot exert its maximum power, but the shattered lacquer ink javelin is only an illusion!
The young master of the holy land of Pingjiang Lane spit out his first breath of blood since his debut, and it was only one round!
flew upside down for more than 30 meters before Qi Xuance in the air turned over and staggered to the ground.
"Ahem...... Phew!"
After spitting out the blood in his mouth and standing firm, Qi Xuance looked at the dark door of the temple for the first time.
There was still silence there, and the vague figure on the steps outside the hall still sat quietly, except for him, the owner of Pingjiang Lane, who had vomited blood after being beaten by a single move.
As if nothing had happened.
"Sad, ......"
Qi Xuance slowly wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on Xiujun's face.
What could be more sad and sad than being swatted like a fly?
Not to mention,
I'm still the fucking protagonist!
However, the Hell subspecies that shot is really, really powerful!
Extremely powerful!
The awe-inspiring breath of death contained in the ordinary lacquer ink javelin makes people tremble in their hearts, and under that spontaneous fear, ten percent of the strength can play seven achievements is good.
That's amazing......
Qi Xuance's narrow eyes suddenly lit up with flames, and madness gradually replaced the usual brightness.
Now he doesn't think about whether it is the shackled redeemer or the dark double riding corpse?
It doesn't matter who it is!
Because of such a powerful subspecies of hell,
If you don't kill it,
Isn't that a pity?