Kasumi – Defeat (1) (Page 1/1)

The autumn wind blows the yellow leaves, and a wisp of rice fragrance beside the Tianwa ditch is smelling in the hearts of many living beings, and the soft wind blows the ears of wheat, and a blocked figure appears from it.

His wings were broken in half, his blood had dried up, and his body was covered with strings, and the ropes were tied with yellow runes, and the thick smell of blood permeated his journey. The wings of an eagle were shedding their brown feathers, and a flock of brown phoenixes (a type of phoenix among birds) tiredly surrounded him, gradually shedding their wings, revealing their black skin.

He had no strength to walk, and stood sideways in the direction of the wind, with a short curved sword stuck in his chest, which, judging by its size, should have been used by a woman, and the hilt was carefully inlaid with seventeen precious stones, each of which shone in the warm light.

The sound of wheezing drowned out the sound of the wind, and it became more and more weak and weak, and at last, his eyes slowly closed, and the colored scene disappeared. And the ghost's eyes slowly opened, and what entered was a cold dark world.

The ghost's soul began to tremble, he was either angry, or grief, just blink lightly, and the thousand years of resentment of the two worlds of yin and yang were gone, at this moment, he stared at the face of the unconscious bell again, and the short sword in his chest actually let out a burst of sorrow, which seemed to bring immeasurable pain to the ghost, and more black feathers fell off its wings. The ghost's emotions were evident from his bloodied arms.

The Demon Tiger's claws grabbed from above, condensed a crystal halfway, and slapped it on the bell's body, and the bell disappeared, to be precise, it entered the crystal. This is the only way the Demon Tiger can hide the bell.

Next, the Demon Tiger resisted timidly, its magic energy has reached the realm of abandonment, but obviously it can't be compared with the energy of the ghost, God knows what kind of strength this ghost is. But anyone can feel that the short sword inserted in the chest of the ghost has been suppressing or destroying the ghost, so that for thousands of years, the ghost still exists in the underworld, how many resentments have supported him through those years without time?

"Slut—" The ghost said again, his fingers reaching for the crystal.

The demon tiger roared angrily, and a piece about seven feet high appeared behind him

The long crystal, the demon tiger jumped back in the air, integrated into the crystal surface behind him, and the moment he disappeared, one hundred and ten black tigers rushed out of it, like a monster running out of an ink painting scroll, they were rolling with black gas, and even the lines of the body were thick and dark. Obviously, the Demon Tiger is even more powerful because of the stronger bell. When these ink black tigers ran, they dragged long lines of ink behind them, and their appearance made the night sky, which was still somewhat bright, completely lose its color.

Although the ghost is a virtual body, he did not escape, his eyes are always the same demeanor, half lying on his upper body, after the broken wings are spread, there is an arc of light on his body, they correspond to high-speed rotation, cutting all the black tigers that pounce. When the black tiger shatters, it will turn into crystal and fall from under the ghost. Each crystal shard would flash a curved black light as it fell, and it was no longer a tiger, but a long black cat, their hoarse and high-pitched chirp, which would pass through the gaps in the arc of light around the ghost, and hit the ghost's already mutilated wings.

The sky was filled with the shrill roars of tigers and cats, and the hearts of people could not be calm, even irritable. A moment of fierce light flashed in the ghost's eyes, and the earth under it suddenly rushed upward, blending into the night, but a trace of demonic energy could be seen with the naked eye. The demonic qi was roughly the appearance of a crow's head, it passed through the falling crystal block, passed through the body of the ghost, and created an unshakable aura, imprisoning all the ink black tigers, and pushing it towards the sky for four or five breaths.

Then there was a low chime like a bell, and there was a "quiet" oscillation high in the moon sky. The ghost spread its wings and covered the top of its head, and after a short breath, the black ink rain poured down, slapping on the demon tiger and scattering on the ghost's wings.

The Demon Tiger was ruthless, and drilled in from behind the crystal, causing two black tigers biting the crystal pillar to rush out in front of the crystal, and while they were running, the seven-zhang high crystal surface split into pieces, and each piece could give birth to an identical copy through the magic energy. These crystal shards were scattered all around the ghost.

The Demon Tiger suddenly appeared from a crystal block, and its claws grabbed at the ghost, and at the same time, the two black tigers biting the crystal pillars let go, causing the two crystal pillars to slide down and levitate in the air. The powerful ghost really easily shook off the attack of the demon tiger, but unexpectedly, two crystal pillars arrived

reached their left and right sides.

One crystal pillar was getting bigger, the other was getting smaller, and the ghost's body suddenly twisted and broke into two halves, each of which merged into the crystal pillar.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost came to a crystal world. In fact, he was not separated, and the two crystal pillars actually shared the same crystal world, but one crystal pillar magnified the visual sense of the entrant, while the other weakened. It's like a human being who covers his left eye and looks at the world with his right eye and finds that the world is huge, and blocks his right eye and looks at the world with his left eye and finds that the world is Lilliputia. And when two eyes look at the world at the same time, a sense of confusion will occur that makes them dizzy, and even cause them to split their minds and spirits.

The Demon Tiger's technique is precisely to crush the mind of the powerful ghost, so that it cannot be calm, so that it can be exposed.

Standing in the crystal world, the ghost opened his left eye, and found how small he was, trapped in the crystal wall that was not high, and opened his right eye, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a single crystal in the embankment. When both eyes were opened at the same time, he could always see strange superimposed phantoms, no matter which shadow he touched, he would feel empty, but at this time, the claws of the demon tiger had already appeared, with the powerful power of the forsaken realm, and the extremely evil aura of the kite, unleashing one after another powerful and devastating attacks.

Even if the ghost defends, he will always get hurt, and he can't judge the specific location of the demon tiger at all. Even if he was engrossed and used all his energy, he was always passively beaten. Although the soul's virtual nature makes it impossible to take direct damage, his mental state also becomes restless under the constant abuse, which also causes damage to his soul.

The ghost finally had his spirit, his eyes faded red, gradually revealing the whites of his eyes, and dark brown eyes, and his skin gradually faded to black, revealing the appearance of others in the world.

In the dark night under the moon, there was a tiger roaring and crows roaring, and the black crow's head and tail in the sky were connected into countless black "chains", they gathered between the two crystal pillars, and a crack appeared in the void, and the original crystal world was hidden in it, and at this moment, the veil was unveiled by the black crow.

In the bubbling pool of black water, Mu Ziyun's eyes were half-open, and his sharp pain from the light bullet finally began.

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