The dying Ma Hongjun came out of nowhere, desperately took his last breath to prop up his hands, blocked hard, used his body as a meat shield, and stabbed three daggers of different depths in his back, one dagger fell in a fatal position, and directly penetrated the heart in his chest from the back.

A large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, and he opened his eyes in vain, looking at his partners who were covered with blood and tears, and trembling his lips squeezed out two glyphs-

"Let's go."

Dai Mubai opened his blood-soaked eyelids with difficulty, and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly, but another flying cold light suddenly broke into his field of vision.

Sharp pain came from his neck, and he opened his chapped lips to say something, but only a large amount of red blood spilled from his mouth, and the dagger that pierced his neck snuffed out his last words before he could say them, and as he died, he only reflected the weakness of his companions.

The world of the Shrek Six Monsters fell into eternal darkness and could no longer wake up with their eyes open.

Finally resurrected with the help of Tang San and became a real human being, Xiao Wu, who had gained a second life, gradually disappeared from the ups and downs of his chest, and died again, leaving only a shriveled and wrinkled skin bag hanging on the skeleton.

Hu Liena, who mended the knife for the second time, and Evil Moon, who helped mend the knife, stood at the edge of the cave and waited for a few seconds, jumped down into the hole, and drew the poisonous dagger for the third time to penetrate their hearts, making sure that they were completely dead, before preparing to take the soul bones from Ku Ding.

"Nana, Evil Moon."

Qian Yuelong's voice came from behind.

The brother and sister, who were already holding the short knife and ready to attack, paused and looked at the figure standing against the light above the pit.

Qian Yuelong looked at the six freshly baked corpses in the pit, and in the inquiring eyes of the brother and sister, she was silent for two seconds and said, "When recovering soul bones, let's be gentle in removing them." When you're done, let people bury them on the spot. Erect another nameless monument. ”

Sort of her last bit of kindness.

Evil Moon looked down at the few corpses at his feet, although he was puzzled, but he didn't ask in person with extremely high emotional intelligence, he didn't have any questions, and nodded very trustingly.

After Qian Yuelong turned to leave, Evil Moon frowned and said, "Sister, did Yuelong know these guys before?" ”

He was talking about the time before he entered the Soul Hall Academy.

Hu Liena, who understood it, nodded, and looked at Ning Rongrong's corpse not far away: "I heard Grandpa Ghost say that when Yuelong was placed in the martial arts arena to train when she was a child, she met Ning Rongrong, the daughter of the sect master of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong. Specifically, Grandpa Ghost didn't tell me either, but I guessed."

Hu Liena did not say the latter words explicitly.

This time, the evil moon was silent.

He looked at Ning Rongrong, who was lifeless, and a sigh overflowed from his lips: "It can only be said that there is no fate between them after all." ”

Hu Liena, who was more empathetic than her brother, nodded silently and continued to work hard.

On the other side, Tang San's chase battle with Yueguan and the ghost is not over yet.

As a Title Douluo of the Keen Attack Department, even if Tang San's flight speed was bonus to soul bones and teleportation soul skills, he was still caught up by ghosts.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Charm Spirit!"

The faint black mist quickly dispersed, and the slender humanoid ghost released multiple identical ghost clones, each of which inherited forty percent of the soul power of the deity martial spirit.

They followed each other like shadows, flying out from the shadows under Tang San's feet, forming an encirclement and quickly detonating, the huge explosive power produced was no less than the power of a soul technique of a strong attack system Title Douluo single attack!

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Tang San's eyes sank, and a golden light erupted from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a golden scepter that was two feet long, turning horizontally in front of him.

The sacred golden light of the Poseidon Scepter shone on the distorted and swollen ghost clone.

A sharp, beastly howl irritated the eardrums.

Like a vampire that would be wiped out when the sun shines, the soul technique mixed with the ability to burst is stillborn, and even the ghosts that are close to Tang San's side have been eroded a lot.

"Ah——!h

The ghost who came into contact with the golden light of the artifact screamed, and the arm exposed to the light seemed to be corroded, black smoke rose from it, and the skin turned into black ashes as if it were burned, and the whole person seemed to evaporate under the divine light of the Seagod's Scepter.

"Old ghost!"

Yue Guan's face changed suddenly, and the strange furry Tongtian Ju that drove the martial soul to multiply under his true body approached the ghost.

"Be careful, there's something weird about that weapon!"

The ghost decisively increased his speed and soul power to the limit, rushed into the shadow of the flaky petals of the Strange Furry Celestial Chrysanthemum, and rushed out ten meters with the protection of the Strange Furry Celestial Chrysanthemum, leaving the illumination range of the artifact's light.

The ghostly martial soul is an extremely peculiar ontological martial soul.

He died once when he was a child, but by chance, his soul was able to repossess his body, and he also awakened his martial soul by mistake.

But because the way of awakening the martial soul is special, his martial soul is also special.

Strictly speaking, his martial soul is his own soul, which is called a kind of ontological martial soul, and he himself is actually a living dead, and his body is actually just a shell, even if the shell dies, as long as his soul is immortal, he can still reshape his body, at most a few levels of soul power or something.

But the disadvantage of the soul as a martial soul is that his weakness will be the kind of divine light released by the Seraphim martial spirit.

This kind of light full of divine aura is the nemesis of his martial soul, not to mention that the Seagod Trident also carries the brilliance of a god.

If that golden light falls on an ordinary person, it will only be like a warm and comfortable feeling bathed in the sun, after the ordinary person is irradiated by the divine light, some small problems on the body will be cured, but when it falls on the ghost, it is no less than the human skin directly in contact with the hot molten slurry without hindrance, as if it wants to ignite his whole body, and the intense pain goes straight into the depths of his soul.

What frightened the ghost the most was that the golden light emitted by the strange trident weapon summoned by Tang San was even more terrifying than the divine light released by the Seraphim Martial Spirit that he had once felt.

The divine power contained in it made him not even have a chance to break free, so he could only desperately urge his soul power to melt under the golden light to support it.

If it weren't for his old partner's quick reaction and the use of his martial soul true body to help him temporarily block the divine light, he wouldn't even be able to release his soul technique.

Although Qian Yuelong's Ukiyo Golden Lotus was not a Seraphim Martial Soul, it also possessed that divine aura that made his Martial Soul feel instinctively uncomfortable.

This is also the reason why although he admired Qian Yuelong when he was a child, he rarely appeared with Yueguan to face Qian Yuelong.

I never expected that the Seagod's Light would actually light up Tang San's eyes, which had a heavenly effect on ghosts.

Before he was surprised that he had found a breakthrough, a sharp pain like a knife rose from his heart, as if he had lost some important existence, obviously within the range of the warm divine light of the artifact, but it made Tang San feel cold all over his body.

The last time I had this kind of heart palpitation was when Xiao Wu sacrificed to him in the Star Dou Great Forest a few years ago.

Could it be said.

A thick uneasiness rose, Tang San looked in the direction where the town was located, red blood squeezed into his eyes one by one, and the joy of finding the ghost's weakness instantly vanished. (End of chapter)