Rolling gray clouds cover the sky and cover the surrounding areas. The gray mist is cold and moist like countless sticky tentacles, clinging tightly to the skin and constantly drilling into the body. The thick air of death is mixed in the gray mist, corroding and decaying everything, constantly transforming vitality into the lifeless power of death.
Different from the Netherworld Qi of the Netherworld Cult Leader, the Netherworld Qi is more complex and changeable. It includes the harsh punishments of heaven and earth, the silence after death, and the changeable nature of the Great Way of Reincarnation. Therefore, the aura of the netherworld seems to represent death on the surface, but it seems that countless seeds are buried in the ashes over the years, and even more contains the hope of life.
As for the figure walking out behind the corpse, the gray energy he exudes represents pure death.
Lifeless, hopeless, a death that will be silent forever once it dies, a death that makes people feel completely hopeless. When the gray mist wrapped around his body, Ji Hao felt his skin hurt like a knife. His body became much heavier and his movements were a little clumsy.
The power of death was crazily corroding Ji Hao's body, and even the space and time around Ji Hao, all visible and invisible forces and laws were being crazily corroded. Everything is collapsing, everything is dying, and even the concept of 'death' itself is rapidly collapsing and collapsing, turning to even worse results.
Ji Hao's chaotic Taoist body fluctuated, and there seemed to be countless voices screaming in the gray mist. It was silent, but you could hear it clearly. They were roaring - 'Die quickly, die quickly, die quickly, don't resist, don't resist, there will never be hope'!
Ji Hao's body shook slightly and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood that shone like a gem quickly turned into a dull gray as soon as it was spat out, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a wisp of gray ashes falling to the ground. Ji Hao lowered his head and looked at the falling ashes. A tiny wisp of flying ash fell on a large mountain. Hearing a dry roar, the mountain with a radius of nearly a hundred miles was wiped out, as if it had been baptized by countless years. weathering.
"Brahma Bones!" Yemo Shayi roared, bringing up a stream of blood and trying to rush towards the man who walked out behind Fan Bones.
"Yemo Shayi, where are you going?" Yemobo also let out a loud roar. He rose into the air, and his body suddenly disintegrated into a large black mist. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge black vortex, releasing a terrifying devouring force. Imprisoned Yemo Shayi. As soon as he took action, Yemobo directly used the innate power of Anri's lineage to display the strongest forbidden move.
Yemo Shayi groaned, his body swayed, and it also disintegrated into a large piece of black energy, and also turned into a black vortex suspended in the air. Two black vortices with a diameter of a hundred miles rub and collide with each other, devouring each other. Where they occasionally come into contact, black lightning flashes, and the surrounding void shakes violently, opening countless large and small cracks.
The twisted devouring power overflowed, and the large and small rocks on the ground were attracted by the devouring power, constantly floating, and flew quickly towards the two black whirlpools. As soon as they touched the vortex, they were immediately torn into pieces.
Ji Hao looked solemnly at the figure that Ye Mosha Yi called Brahma Bones.
Wrapped in the gray mist, Brahma Skeleton is wearing a gray cloak, holding a long-handled scythe tightly in both hands, and its thin skin is tightly attached to the bones, making it look like a moving skeleton. Such images suddenly reminded Ji Hao of the 'God of Death' in Western mythology from his previous life!
The Brahma bones are much taller than the Brahma bones. The gray skin is densely covered with countless black runes. Each rune is like a dying soul screaming, with a distorted face and extremely expanded facial features. , it makes people feel uncomfortable just looking at it.
"Brahma bones?" Ji Hao's mind quickly flashed through the records about foreign masters in the secret code of the human witch temple.
In the past, Ji Hao's identity and qualifications were not enough, and some of the core secrets of the Witch Palace would not be opened to him. During the Great Flood, Ji Hao made countless meritorious deeds, and with the arbitrary power of Emperor Shun, he retrieved many secret records from the Witch Palace. , occasionally when I have some free time, I will pick it up and read one or two volumes.
Fan Gu, the powerful elder of the Mingyue lineage of the Yu Dynasty, the supreme elder of the Yu Dynasty. He is the mortal enemy of Shennong!
The Human Emperor Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and taught medicine. Shennong's power was full of vitality and had the magical effect of killing people with flesh and white bones. Shennong's power is the natural enemy of Mingyue's lineage. Fangu tried to assassinate Shennong seven times, but was seriously injured four times by Shennong, and was almost killed by Shennong three times.
At that time, Brahma Gu was already a powerful person in the sun and moon realm, while Shen Nong was only half a witch god. The Brahma Bones had an advantage in the realm, but were completely defeated by the Shennong clan. The furious Brahma Bones never appeared again after the Shennong clan successfully sacrificed the natal witch star and achieved the position of the witch god.
"Children of the human race, I have not personally taken action for many years." Fan Gu smiled pitifully. He suddenly let go of the sickle in his hand, took out a tall crystal cup very passionately, and poured some water into the cup. He drank a glass of bright red wine, flicked the five fingers of his left hand, and pulled out a pink rose out of thin air.
After gently smelling the fragrance of the roses, he picked up the wine and took a sip. Fan Gu sighed with emotion: "I am tired of fighting and fighting. There are only wine, flowers, and beautiful and enchanting girls. This That’s the essence of life!”
The face of the old man beside him twitched, and he lowered his head silently.
The power of Ming Yue's lineage is the pure power of death. He also has considerable experience in refining various zombie puppets. Every pore in his body is full of 'death', old guy. What can you tell me about the 'essence of life'
Fan Gu's heart was filled with tangles. He felt that his old face was a little feverish. This old guy, Fan Gu, really made him a little embarrassed.
"Isn't it the essence of life to challenge the Shennong clan and then be beaten like a dead dog?" Ji Hao pulled out the Pangu dragon pattern and sprayed poisonous water with an extremely vicious tongue: "It is said that once, you were beaten It’s not easy to barely escape with only half of your skull left, and grow back to such a big stature, isn’t it? Or have you been reborn?”
The rose in Fangu's hand exploded into pieces with a bang, and the wine glass in his hand turned into ashes.
The old face, which was originally as ugly as a skeleton, suddenly twisted. Brahma's bones held the long-handled sickle tightly with both hands, and the palm of his hand rubbed against the handle of the knife, making a 'squeaking' sound. He looked at Ji Hao angrily, and wisps of gray cold air kept coming out of his nostrils.
"Shennong!" The long gray hair on Fangu's head stood up straight. He screamed at the top of his lungs: "Shennong! Don't mention this damn name in front of me! Ah, Shennong! Get out of here!" Come on, fight! Let me chop you into pieces! Shennong! Human Emperor Shennong! Get out of here! Your herbal medicine can bring the dead back to life! Come on, I'll chop this kid into pieces, come and save him! "
With a loud roar, the sickle in Fan Gu's hand suddenly reached the top of Ji Hao's head and struck it down with a swish.
(End of chapter)