The family that recruited Hu Zhihui did not know that Guo Shishi was a master who defeated Jin Daya and Jin Longqing, so Hu Zhihui was so sure. If he knew that Guo Twelve had the strength to chase after Jin Daya and Jin Longqing, then he would definitely try to avoid it, instead of rushing straight to Guo Twelve like now.
Guo Twelve happily drove the altar and rammed it. Since he beat Jin Daya, he has been very keen on this kind of tactics. Anyway, his altar is extremely strong, and he has a handsome old man who can repair it at any time.
Hu Zhihui rushed over aggressively. He originally thought that Guo Shishi would avoid him, but who knew that the guy on the opposite side was rushing faster than him. That posture made him feel slightly uneasy, and he couldn't understand what the other side wanted to do.
The speed of both is extremely fast, and Hu Zhihui was too late to avoid it in just a flash of thought. In a hurry, he raised the defense of the altar, but it was only a primary defense, and there was no time to start a large defense, and the two collided head-on.
A dazzling brilliance suddenly flashed in the dark night sky, illuminating the earth brightly. With a loud bang, the two altars were thrown out at the same time.
Hu Zhihui cursed loudly, never expecting that the other party would dare to hit the altar. He is a wandering professional. He has run through countless secret realms in the mainland. When he feels tired, he will go to a certain powerful family to serve as a guest minister. After a period of time, he will go wandering. For him, whether it is killing or killing monsters, it is a matter of It's a very common thing, and the battle experience is extremely rich, but I didn't expect to suffer a big loss this time, and the altar was covered with tiny cracks.
"How can you fucking bastard have such tactics"
Guo Twelve didn't answer at all, he stabilized the altar a little, and hit it again, frightened Hu Zhihui to turn around and run away, cursing, "Mad! You bastard lunatic!"
Not to mention Hu Zhihui, even Luo Zhan sitting on the altar of Guo Twelve was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Guo Twelve laughed and said, "That's right! Come again!" He slammed into it arrogantly.
Hu Zhihui never thought that he would work hard for the Gujin family, it was not worth it. He is only the ancestor of Keqing, not the real ancestor of the Gujin family, even if he is the real ancestor, he will not be so desperate. Just kidding, to risk destroying the altar for the outcome of a battle, he's not that stupid yet.
Just as Guo Shishi's altar was about to collide, Hu Zhihui teleported away and shouted, "I don't fight lunatics!" He vaguely understood that Guo Shishi was not an ordinary two-layer altar master. . In this world, although there are few professionals who can leapfrog the challenge, if there is one, its strength will be very amazing.
Guo Shishi watched Hu Zhihui teleport several times in a row and disappeared into the dark distance. After a while, he laughed out loud. Luo Zhan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Twelve, that man ran away and was scared away by you."
The handsome old man popped his head out and said, "A smart guy, you are an idiot if you don't run."
Guo Shishi stopped laughing and said, "There is an old saying in my hometown that the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of the dead. Hehe, let him see what it means to be dead!"
Luo Zhan secretly wondered in his heart: Your hometown is my hometown, why haven't I heard these words? How did he know that this was the hometown dialect of Guo XII's last life.
The handsome old man touched his chin, kept nodding, and said, "Well, it makes sense, yes, hehe, your task is completed, the next task will be completed for me, no, it's still for you."
Guo Twelve asked, "What mission?"
The handsome old man was furious and scolded: "You bastard, you don't know your own business, and you want me to remind you, you are a fool, you are in a mess, you are fascinated, you don't know what to say! Whatever you want, if you can't remember , I don't care about the fuck, you're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry!"
Luo Zhan sat behind Guo Shishi and laughed. Not only him, but Yingmo and Nanyou also like to listen to the handsome old man scolding Guo Twelve.
Guo Shishi suddenly came to his senses, he patted the top of the altar, and the handsome old man was sucked by the altar and suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, the handsome old man appeared again: "You bastard" Guo Shishi slapped the top of the altar with his palm again, and the handsome old man disappeared again. This time, after waiting for about ten seconds, the handsome old man appeared.
The handsome old man didn't scold again. He knew that if he scolded again, he would be sucked into the altar again, and said, "Oh, hard work, okay, okay, finish your task quickly, I'm very tight."
Guo Twelve smiled and said, "Don't worry, it just started, and there have been no casualties." He sat steadily on the altar and waited quietly.
Due to Hu Zhihui's unexpected retreat, the top masters of the entire Gujin family seemed a little flustered. Fortunately, Guo Shishi had no intention of joining the battle, so they could still hold on, fighting with the elders of the Gunan family. Coming and going, playing very lively. The offensive on the ground was still the same, and the professional army of the Gujin family rushed over, and soon scuffled with the professional army of the Gunan family.
Because Hu Zhihui failed to break through the defensive rune of the Gunan family, the attacking party suffered a lot, but at this point, they couldn't stop, and they had to continue to attack, otherwise they would face a huge loss. Big rout.
Nanxiong is the commander here, and he has been staring nervously at the defensive rune formation. When the professionals of the Gujin family hit the big formation, the defensive rune formation was still intact, and he was overjoyed: "Go ahead and launch a long-range attack immediately!"
Countless slender, javelin-like objects shot out, streaked arcs in the air, and quickly plunged down.
The professionals of the Gujin family let out a shout, each with a talisman light flashing on their bodies, and raised the talisman shield in their hands at the same time, but everyone had a look of horror on their faces.
With an explosion, there were countless explosions and explosions. Guo Shishi was in the sky, surprised: "This thing is so powerful!" This javelin-like talisman can explode after touching the target. He had seen it a long time ago, but it was still in the secret realm. However, the power of that javelin is very different from the one in front of me.
The overwhelming javelin fell. Such long-range bomb-like attacks are common here. Since the Gunan family has a defensive rune array, but the opponent does not, the professionals of the Gujin family have suffered a lot. A professional may be able to block an attack or two with their own armor or their own rune defense, but in the face of overwhelming javelin bombardment, they will soon be unable to resist.
The commander of the Gujin family issued an attack order. If the bombing continues like this, professionals will definitely not be able to stand it. So far, the casualties are not too big, most of the professionals are only injured, only a small number of weaker ones have been killed, most of them are junior masters, or a few Fu martial artists mixed in the team.
The army of the Gujin family rushed to the front of the talisman formation, and the professionals began to frantically attack the talisman formation, trying to break the defensive talisman formation, while the professionals of the Gunan family began to push outward, and the two sides finally contacted each other. . This is much bloodier than a ranged attack.
When the armies on both sides began to fight for their lives, the clan bosses and elders in the sky simultaneously withdrew their hands and retreated to their respective camps. These people are all cutting-edge forces and must return to the top of their respective teams to help suppress the army formation. Only Guo Shishi was still standing there in the sky, but he still didn't make a move.
Guo Twelve understood that he absolutely could not shoot, and someone on the other side was staring at him all the time. This was a tacit understanding between high-level officials, and top professionals could not kill ordinary disciples. He knew this very well in his heart. Once he made a move, he would break the tacit understanding, and the other party would also start attacking ordinary disciples. No one wanted to see this result.
As the number of deaths increased, Guo Shishi had already felt the souls that were beginning to dissipate in the air. More and more souls floated out of the corpse, turned into puffs of blue smoke with the wind, and gradually dissipated.
The handsome old man stared at the bottom for a moment, he tapped the altar lightly, and countless tentacles stretched out. The tentacles this time are very different from the previous ones. There are only about a thousand tentacles. Each tentacle has been carefully refined by the handsome old man.
Guo Shishi was surprised: "Hey, this feels very different."
The handsome old man grinned and said, "It was re-refined by the old man, hehe, it's night time, good opportunity, good opportunity!" He played hundreds of spells in a row, and said softly: "Come on, baby!" Those tentacles It extended rapidly and probed downwards.
Guo Shishi couldn't help but want to lower the height of the altar. As soon as the altar was moved, the handsome old man noticed it. He said solemnly, "Boy, no, just stop here, we don't need to approach."
The tentacles with the thickness of the fingers became thinner and thinner, and finally extended to the level of hair, falling to less than five meters above the battlefield, and began to collect the souls of the dead.
The handsome old man said, "Do you know why few people collect the souls of professionals?"
Guo Twelve asked, "Why?"
The handsome old man said: "There are two reasons." He raised his finger and said: "First, this is a taboo for professionals. Collecting the souls of the dead can easily offend most professionals."
Guo Twelve was puzzled: "Then you still want to collect?"
The handsome old man ignored him and continued: "Second, even if the souls of professionals are collected, most of them, um, out of a thousand people, there are 999 professionals who probably don't know how to use them. Only Very few professionals know how to use it only through special inheritance, and the best use of them is the black rune, their unique soul flame can remove harmful things from the soul."
Thousands of extremely thin tentacles swept back and forth above the crowd, and a large number of souls were captured and swallowed by spirit whiskers.