Where can Chu nightning be a soft persimmon that can be controlled by others at will, only to see the golden light flashing, and the ink burning vaguely sees a certain weapon in his hand, but the weapon is retracted very fast, only in an instant, it will be Xiaoman Strangling with both hands, cutting off even wrists!
Xiaoman screamed and stepped back, this time he lost both hands except for one foot.
The hand that was holding Chu nightning fell to the ground. Chu nightning stood up and seemed to be extremely angry, and his face was ugly to an unprecedented level. He seemed to want to say something for a while, but his lips moved, and finally he seemed to be angry. Speechless, only with a pale face, he turned around angrily.
The ink burned quickly and picked him up: "Junior brother, how are you? Is there any injury?"
Chu nightning shook his head in his arms and didn't say anything, but he was disgusting and couldn't speak.
But no matter what, this Xiaoman was someone who lived more than two hundred years ago, and this one is just a derived puppet. Chu nightning wiped off the blood splattered on his face, and whispered to the ink: "You have seen it, I stay here, not necessarily comprehensive, it is better to go out with you to fight. With my technique, it will not be delayed. your hind legs."
The ability of the younger brother, I only heard Xue Meng say it before, but I didn't see it. But the accident just now really opened his eyes.
"You are amazing, but..."
Chu nightning said: "I am familiar with the use of various weapons, and I can also point you at the side."
"but… "
Chu nightning raised his eyes: "You just believe me this time."
"… "
"Brother."
Chu nightning's original intention was to deepen the sincerity of the tone. Unexpectedly, the child's crisp voice read, it was soft and cute, as if she was acting like a spoiled child, and Chu nightning was a little surprised when he heard it.
Mo Ran was also stunned when he heard it, and then he scratched his head in a tangled "ahhh", and buried his face in the palm of his hand for a long time before saying: "This, the main thing I'm afraid is... what are you..."
After living for two lifetimes, it was the first time I was called so softly by a little guy, so that Mo Ran really felt that this person was in the same breath as him, like a brother.
If Mo Xianjun wants to hate a person, he will hate it to the bone, but he is very soft-hearted to the person he cherishes, so he scratched his hair for a long time, and then squatted and raised his eyes to look at Chu Wanning, and the tip of his silent ear was red.
If only I had a younger brother, I wouldn't be so lonely.
Chu night Ning saw the ink burning reaction, hesitated for a while, and then tentatively whispered: "Master."
Unlike senior brothers, seniors are more cordial.
The ink burned on his forehead and felt that he couldn't bear it: "..."
Chu nightning glanced at him meaningfully, and he knew the weakness of this person. Anyway, he is now in the shape of a child, and the ink burns and does not know who his deity is, and it is not ashamed, so he speaks again. Called: "Brother."
"..."
"elder brother."
“…………………”
"Ink burning brother."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Awesome. Omg."
Chu nightning held his hands, turned his head slightly, and smiled lightly: "Let's go."
Speaking slowly, he walked to the door, and the ink burned whispered behind him: "Where did you learn this trick, but it's numb to death, oh hello..."
Originally, seeing what happened to Chu Xun, Chu nightning was in a very bad mood, but at this time he felt that the haze in his chest gradually faded. Suddenly I heard the ink burning and asked: "Hey, by the way, what did the younger brother just say to me?"
Chu nightning turned around and said very calmly: "Ah. That."
"Um?"
"I forgot."
"… "
"When I think about it later, I will tell my brother Mo Ran..."
"Ah, don't! Don't call! It's good to call senior brother! It's enough to call senior brother!" Mo Ran waved his hands again and again.
Chu nightning eyes are like a deep pool, with a smile on his lips, and said lightly: "That's good. Brother, it's almost time, this illusion is formed according to the memory of the survivors, and those people have left Lin'an now, I think this Illusory can't support it for too long. The ghost king should be out soon."
"Also... If you defeat him, you can go out, right? I must check it out when I look back to see who realised the illusion and wanted to kill us both!"
Chu nightning nodded: "Fortunately, the ghost king and Chu Xun fought against each other before. It can be seen that this ghost king is not a very powerful character, and may be the weakest among the nine ghost kings. Although it has been realized here. , but I think that the opponent may really treat me as an ordinary six-year-old child, and he did not expect that I can help settle this illusion."
The ink burned and nodded again and again and said: "Not bad."
Chu nightning said: "So instead of saying that the people behind the scenes want to harm us, it is better to say that he did not include me in it from the beginning. The person he wants to harm is actually only your brother."
The ink burned even more nodded like garlic: "What you said makes sense."
"After going out, the senior brother must make it clear to Xue Meng. There may be dangers in this Peach Blossom Spring, and everything must be paid attention to. Well, let's not talk about this first, let's go, I won't drag the senior brother back, but also Brother, please take me out of the trap."
Chu nightning expected it to be good.
When the time comes, the massacre in the city has come to an end.
A bloody gap suddenly opened on the edge of the sky, and the blue smoke scattered into the market, condensing into a rickety man.
The man's eyes were red, his skin was blue and white, and half of his body was still covered with flesh and blood, but half of it was full of white bones. He dragged the big black scorpion and walked in the ancient city of Lin'an where corpses were littered everywhere, absorbing the resentment and pain of the newly deceased along the way.
The ink burned away from the dark and saw his appearance clearly.
"It's him?"
There was a hint of happiness in his voice.
Chu nightning understands why he is lucky, but since he does not intend to show his identity at the moment, as a six-year-old child, he can't know too much.
So he pretended not to know, raised his head and asked, "What?"
"You guessed it very well. The nine kings of the ghost world have a huge disparity in strength. The weakest one should be this one." We were lucky."
"Brother, what are the odds of winning?"
"Jiucheng, you can't say too much."
Chu nightning then smiled.
Of course he knew that there were nine ghost kings in the ghost world, and the "Skull King" was the weakest, but the strength was relative. After the ink burns this year's experience, even if there is a ghost on the side, it is still a bit reluctant to deal with the skeleton emperor alone.
It's just that the person who wants to count the burning of the ink is a thousand calculations, but it is still not counted that the person who is with the burning of the ink is not a casual child of death and life, but Chu Wanning.
"help me… "
The two were about to break through the door, and they were caught off guard by killing each other, but they heard a faint moan behind them.
"Ah, he's still alive?" Mo Ran opened his eyes and looked back to see Xiaoman curled up in a ball.
"I don't want to die... Dad... I don't want to... "
Chu nightning looked at the boy who looked like a rag and hemp and shook his head: "In those days, this person should have died when he entered the house, but in this illusion, the reason why he is still alive is probably because we Hiding here, getting rid of the zombies who were chasing him, changed things in a little fantasy."
"Hey... If he hadn't rebelled, would you say that Chu Xun would have died two hundred years ago? Lin'an might not have become a ruin..."
"Maybe."
But both of them understand that no matter what they say, the past is gone, and the important thing at this moment is to defeat the Skeleton King and get out of the illusion. No need to hesitate any more, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning swept out of the hiding place, killing the Quartet all the way, without showing weakness.
Getting out of the void was easier than they thought.
The ink burned with a clear goal, and soon confronted the Skeleton King. But looking at the two of them fighting with all their strength, Chu nightning felt faintly uneasy.
That unease is not because the ink burns down, in fact, under his guidance, the ink burns has always been in the upper hand, but Chu nightning has become more and more aware of it—
The man hiding in the dark controlled the situation too precisely.
In other words, the person clearly calculated that if this illusion is only trapped here by Mo Ran and another person with average qualifications, it is extremely difficult to escape. But the other party did not use more powerful means to come to the place where the ink burned to death. Obviously, he did not want people to know that this was a deliberate homicide. Instead, I want to create an illusion that the ink burned because of an accident during the trial and died in the illusion.
Who the hell arranged it so carefully to burn his life
Is it really the fake gouchen from Jin Chenghu back then...
Chu nightning watched the fierce battle between the ink burning and the ghost king. As time went by, the ink burning had taken the lead. The sky is gradually getting brighter, and the ghost king's magic power is gradually weakening, and he will soon be unable to hold it.
But at this moment, Chu nightning suddenly saw a face belonging to a living person among the ghost zombies blocked by the ink burning spell!
"Who!!"
The man was far away, among the corpses, wearing a hood of a cloak, half of his face was in the shadows, only revealing a pointed chin, sweet lips, and a softly curved nose.
With just one glance, Chu nightning noticed that this person's behavior was not like the virtual scene two hundred years ago - this person did not make any attack, just quietly hidden under the hood, facing Chu nightning and The direction of the ink burning. Seeing that Chu nightning noticed him, he smiled slightly, then raised his hand and swiped twice around his neck, making a movement similar to "kill".
Chu nightning scolded secretly and slammed over to capture this person.
But the man was still smiling. Under the hood, his lips were blushing and his teeth were white.
Dodged.
"stop!"
It's useless, the sky is bright, and the layers of fish are churning up.
The fight between the ink burning and the ghost king has ended with the last blow. When the ghost king's head was caught by the ghost in the hands of the ink burning, the blood was rushing, and the scene in front of him quickly flew up, Chu nightning and the burning body. It was suddenly thrown up, and the sunrise of Lin'an two hundred years ago, the broken walls and the ruins, all turned into bizarre phantoms.
"Bang!" A sound.
When Chu nightning fell to the ground again, he had returned to the cave of trials.
Mo Ran has also returned, and is falling beside him, covered in mottled blood from the fight. But he was not seriously injured. He was lying on the ground with his face sideways, obviously still unable to get up, only a pair of dark eyes looked at Chu nightning beside him.
After a while, he raised his hand and gently touched his forehead with the tip of his finger.
"Come out."
Chu nightning snorted, but his face was ugly: "... I just saw a person inside."
"what?"
"Very suspicious, it should be the person who cast the spell."
The ink burned and climbed up and widened his eyes: "You saw it? You saw it! Then do you see who he is? What does it look like?"
Chu nightning frowned and shook his head: "He is wearing a hood, I can't see it clearly, but it should be a man, not young, thin, chin is very sharp..."
There was still half a word left unspoken.
He felt that this half of the face looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere long ago. But he felt that it was just his own illusion. After all, it was only the lower half of his face. There were many similar people, and it was difficult for him to judge for a while.
I was pondering, and suddenly felt that the ink burned and patted his shoulder.
"Senior brother."
"What's wrong?"
"…Look over there."
The sound of the ink burning is a little low, with a slight coolness.
Chu nightning raised his head and looked in the direction he pointed.
is eighteen.
At the entrance of the cave of trials, Eighteen Girls' eyes were piercing, hanging on the ceiling of the cave, and a pair of feet wearing silk satin embroidered shoes swayed in mid-air.
She is already dead, there is no wind here, and looking at the magnitude of her shaking, the person who killed her should have just left not long ago.
But the thing that made Chu Wanning and Mo Ran the most was the murder weapon that was tightly wrapped around her neck.
It is a willow vine.
Ye was cut like a knife, with intense red light flowing around his body, and from time to time the tongues of flame burst, and sparks and blood splashed down together.
Heck.
The one who strangled Eighteen and hung her on the top of the cave was actually a divine soldier!
The author has something to say: vest: Huh? Aren't you in a hurry to get rid of mine in the last chapter? Now I'll take you off...
Chu nightning: After this village, there is no such store, you stay with me (indifferent face)
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