Chapter 600: The Beetle, the Patron Deity of the Underworld

The white bone giant is dozens of zhang tall and holds a ten-zhang long sword, and in front of it, the cultivators are completely like elephants and ants.

In terms of size, the Bone Giant should be the kind of clumsy one, but in fact, on the contrary, it doesn't seem to have any moves to speak of, all of them are wide open and closed, but every attack can block the path of the cultivators, and even kill the monks directly.

The long sword was stained with blood, and the terror of the monk was struggling and screaming on it, but the long sword always gave people the feeling of grandeur, calm and heavy.

Everything seems to be full of contradictions, but it is real.

Many monks retreated to the other side of the arched bridge, and the white bone giants seemed to be only guarding, not crossing the line.

The loss of ghost cultivation was too heavy, and the remaining ghost cultivators dared not speak out in the face of the three of Ghost Brake and Styx.

The human cultivation side is slightly better, at least half a step behind the ghost cultivation, and it is this half step that makes the human cultivation side only slightly fall a few monks.

The white bone giant blocked the entrance to the city, and the long sword stood with a pestle, unable to see the slightest expression, of course, he didn't have any expression at all, after all, he was a guardian formed by the condensation of white bones.

"The patron saint of the underworld, in fact, is so easy to get along with. Styx slammed his lips, revealing a mouthful of fine fangs, and Bai Sensen's extreme horror was infiltrating.

Many cultivators from the Quartet Clan and the Protoss did not take the lead, but only followed behind the cultivators.

At this time, he was mostly observing the weakness of the bone giant.

However, the white bone giant did not move like a mountain, and he couldn't see any weakness at all.

Human cultivation and ghost cultivation each occupy one side and are ready for battle.

The ghost brake looked back at the monks of the Protoss and the Quartet Family, and said interferingly: "This is the guardian god of the underworld, which is made of countless gods and demons bones, powerful and indestructible, for the sake of today's plan, only if we cooperate can we break it, otherwise it will be difficult for us to enter the city." ”

It's really rare to want to cooperate with Renxiu.

The Protoss side all looked at the embroidered girl.

The embroidered girl smiled faintly, "We don't care, we just don't want the three ghost kings to regret it temporarily." ”

Shan Rui and Xiong Gang and others of the Sifang family also mean the same thing.

"Don't worry, it was just a temptation. "The ghost brake is still calm, there is not the slightest hint of shyness at all, of course, the original expression of the ghost brake is completely a zombie face, and I can't see any expression.

The red-clothed and the Styx frowned, but they didn't understand why the ghost brake wanted to cooperate with the human cultivator, after all, the reincarnation disk was a thing of the underworld.

At this time, the four of Tatsuno stood far behind the cultivators, and did not express any action.

But how much do you have calculations in your heart, cooperation? Just kidding, not to mention that the three ghost kings themselves are the cultivators of the ghost world, treacherous and cunning, and at the same time occupy the geographical convenience, they have already occupied the opportunity.

But the human heart is just as terrible.

After a simple negotiation, the three major ghost cultivators shocked all the king-level ghost cultivators who were responsible for entangling the white bone giants, and the human cultivators were relatively strong, so they were responsible for attacking.

The Bone Giant retreated to the portal.

This time, the three major ghost cultivators did not say anything, but took the lead in attacking.

The ghost brake is a ghost crying scimitar, splashing between the thousands of ghosts wailing, dense black silk entangled, forming a black cloth curtain.

The Styx directly spread its wings, and the seemingly broken wings were unusually sharp, and at the same time opened its mouth to let out bursts of chirps, and the wings fanned out, and thousands of people fired in unison.

The red clothes are blood-colored, and the red clothes are as graceful as a river of blood, rushing and roaring, constantly impacting.

The rest of the ghost cultivators were not far behind, although they had many reservations, but they also attacked at the same time.

The attacks of ghost cultivation are mainly aimed at souls and essence blood, and they are not as varied as human cultivators.

However, at this time, it was aimed at the white bone giant, and the means seemed a little reluctant.

The white bone giant was provoked, and as soon as the long sword was raised, it slashed, and the black curtain of the ghost brake directly cut through the two halves.

At the same time, the long sword swept, and the ten thousand people of the River Styx were directly shattered.

As for the red-clothed river of blood, the white bone giant was even more simply, opening his mouth wide, swallowing it, and it was swallowed into his stomach like eating noodles in an instant.

There was a sound of water surging in the belly of the Bone Giant, and that was it.

As for the attacks of the rest of the ghost cultivators, the white bone giant directly ignored them.

The long sword is very neat and neat, or stabbing up and down, but every time the key point is concentrated, Yan Ran is a swordsman.

Long Ye was shocked to see it, the white bone giant's attainments in the sword path were probably already complete.

The breath, the meaning is restrained, it seems to be ordinary and unreal, but it implies a great truth, and each style is extremely mysterious.

There are traces, but they are unpredictable.

There is no trace to be found, but it kills people.

Long Ye watched every move and every move of this white bone giant from a distance, and he only felt that his blood was boiling, and he was about to move.

Wen Biyue glanced at Long Ye strangely.

The eyes of the law are open, and the trajectory of the sword of the white bone giant is constantly deduced.

The ghost cultivator was not surprised, he missed the blow, immediately retreated, and then launched a long-range supernatural attack, just to be responsible for clamping down on the white bone giant.

On the side of human cultivation, at this time, it is ten thousand rays of brilliance, dazzling, and dense attacks seal the heavens and the earth.

For a while, the bone powder was flying, the yin wind was roaring, and the ground was trembling violently.

It's all supernatural powers, secret arts.

Thundered!

The Bone Giant had no emotion to speak of, nor did it feel pain, and in the face of the first wave of attacks, the Bone Giant stepped back directly, leaving a deep mark on the ground with every step.

Rumble!

His back hit the city wall directly, and the whole underworld trembled slightly.

Woo...

The white bone actually let out a whimpering sound, piercing and scratching the heart, and there were a few more gaps in the original white bone armor.

"Again, don't let it have a chance to breathe. The ghost brake stepped forward again.

The rest of the ghost cultivators also seemed to see hope.

Renxiu was also pleasantly surprised.

As long as they were prepared, the cultivators would no longer be afraid of the white bone giant in front of them.

After all, are hundreds of monks afraid of a white bone giant?

The sword light and sword shadow, the divine power roared.

There is no sun and moon here, but with the attack of the cultivators, the glow of the sun is faintly visible, and the rainbow runs through the sun.

Roar!

The Bone Giant seemed to be blinded, and there was no stagnation in the slightest of thousands of attacks.

An unwilling roar, the sound waves shot out, forming a circle of faint ripples.

The cultivators seem to have seen hope.

Thundered!

There was another earth-shattering bang, and the body of the white bone giant was already mutilated, and countless white bones were directly separated from the main body and fell everywhere, but these white bones were extremely hard.

It is no wonder that these are the bones of gods and demons in ancient and even desolate periods, as hard as meteorites and fine iron, all of which are excellent refining materials.

It's just a pity that the time is too long, and the erosion of the underworld has been lost.

Woo woo ...

It was like crying.

At this time, the cultivators looked from a distance, and half of the body of the white bone giant had already merged into the city wall.

The long sword was stuck vertically on the ground, and there were still scarlet blood beads circulating on it.

The white bone giant did not struggle in the slightest, and the entire white bone body slowly merged into the city wall, revealing the portal of the black hole, and the long sword pestle was standing in the center.

It seems too smooth.

Just when the cultivators were puzzled, they saw that the original red light and dark blue light on the walls of the entire underworld capital gradually became stronger.

Then there was a dense buzzing sound, and there seemed to be a large swarm of bees flying.

The original walls were made up of countless skeletons, each of which was scarlet or dark blue.

At this time, the sound of flapping wings was heard in all the eye sockets.

Gradually, Zhong Xiu saw the key to it.

The walls of the capital were covered with beetles, the largest ones the size of a fist and the smaller ones the size of a grain of rice, the so-called scarlet and dark blue were the colors of these beetles.

Scarlet as blood, blue as the abyss.

Each beetle is unusually translucent, and it can be said that it is crystal clear.

The streamer-like wings and the small and delicate body are all attractive.

But all the ghost cultivators retreated in horror, and the human cultivators also saw the extraordinary, and retreated outside the arch bridge in unison.

The beetles crawled, rattling, pouring out like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, all the beetles were covered on the white bones.

"What is this?" Shan Rui of the Quartet family was puzzled and asked the ghost brake in the distance.

"The true patron saint of the underworld, the Beetle. It's a soul worm that is nurtured by the essence and blood remnants of its body after the death of a powerful creature..."

Turning into words, the cultivators have already understood.

I saw that the cultivators covered the body of the white bone giant, gradually dissolving into flesh and blood, connecting with each other, and the white bone giant became a flesh and blood giant in just a few breaths.

Knotted muscles, powerful and powerful, with white bone armor, a clear face shape with water chestnuts, and long hair in a shawl, he is a martial man.

His eyes were as red as blood, without the slightest brilliance, only boundless evil spirit, gloomy and evil.

A collection of contradictions.

"Kill, kill, kill. "Three words of killing came out.

The entire space was trembling slightly, and many monks and many ghost cultivators sank slightly.

The killing word triggered a vicious aura, and the long sword let out a bloodthirsty soft roar, and happily flew into the giant's hand, and the body gradually straightened up, and stood in front of the portal again.

The whole world was breathing slightly, and the space was trembling slightly.

"Attack quickly, you can't make it fully awake. "Onisha was startled and took the lead in attacking for the first time.

The blood robe flew, and two heads directly grew from the left and right shoulders, one sad and one happy, the body increased, and four hands, limbs and feet grew again.

The front was the original face, with a black scimitar in each hand, and the size of the body increased several times in an instant.

The other four hands were sealed one after another, and strange syllables came out of their mouths.

It seemed to make the breath of the underworld stagnant, the giant roared, the long sword crossed the sky, and a sword flower came out of the sword and grew up in the wind.

The petals are five colors, and each petal has a hideous little ghost on it.

Styx also knew that it couldn't be hidden at this time, and its wings spread, covering the sky and the sun, and the whole space was full of palm-sized blood-colored bats.

The bats open their mouths and hiss, forming sonic tides and forming nets at the same time, covering the sky.

The red clothes are sealed with their hands, a big river is in the sky, the red river water exudes a fishy smell, and there are many struggling souls and white bones on it. From time to time, blood bubbles bubble up, and yin qi overflows between the ruptures, corroding the space.