Chapter 262: One vs thirty thousand

Yue Xiaochan came to kill in anger, not to brag. No matter if you are an enlightened person or whatever, you really can't break through this kind of enchanting and angry blockade even after you have been seriously injured and escaped.
A jade Xiao seemed to move gently across the space, Xiao Kong choked, like weeping. But the two of Xinyizong were shocked as if they saw the terrifying color of death. Why are there so many evildoers in the world? This Xiao Daqiao is clumsy, seemingly slow and fast, breaking through the air with his sound, telling a dark night and dark shadows that are affable, and even the surrounding space is tightly locked by this blow. Is this strength Xue Qingqiu? Can't kiss me?
At this moment, there is no room for thinking, and the two can only spare no effort to break this Xiao blockade.
"Choke!" With the sound of the ground, Yue Xiaochan floated backwards, the space blockade was broken, but this gentle blow finally prevented the injured two people from being able to escape half a distance.
Jianman Daoguang unceremoniously caught up from behind and slipped into the vests of the two.
Yu Xiao put it away, replaced it with an unknown short sword, and gently stroked his throat, bringing up two brightly colored blood flowers, blooming in the night, beautifully beautiful.
When the two great masters of the Xinyi Sect were severely injured and escaped, they fell under the combined attack of the strongest three of the young generations of Zheng Mo, seeming to announce the change of a certain era.
Feng Lieyang stopped and looked at the elf under the moon.
It was not only Mu Jianli who made progress, but Yue Xiaochan didn't rest either. It seemed that he was the only one who stood still.
Figures came, and all of your allies arrived. Looking at the corpse capital on the ground, he was relieved. Yulin smiled: "Although there is a gap between what was expected, the task is finally completed and it is better than expected. You guys. A few are really amazing."
Behind Yue Xiaochan, Zhuo Qingqing and others also arrived. The few girls looked at the corpses on the ground, but they didn't have the joy of killing the strong, but they were very angry: "How come there are only two? There will be many courts. Where is the dead man?"
Mu Jianli frowned and said: "Seeing you are unsure, what's the matter?"
Yue Xiaochan was about to answer, when he came there was an earth-shattering explosion in the woods, and then it was like a thousand ghosts crying bitterly, and the grievances were everywhere. Almost crazy.
The coldness that Yimu Jianli has always been can't help but change suddenly: "What is this!"
Yue Xiaochan looked back at Shilu faintly, the depths of the forest were foggy, and there was nothing to see in the rainstorm. She bit her lower lip and whispered: "You are not afraid of death, come with me."
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Xie Changsheng bleeds from his seven orifices, and ran away in a panic, without the courage to look back.
He never thought that there were such terrible little girls in the world.
No, that's not a little girl, that's a monster!
In Baili Forest, nearly 30,000 demented people were trapped by a little girl alone in her unique aura. No one could move or even breathe. Everyone can only see nothingness, no color, no existence, only the deepest night, the most chaotic space, the vague silence and desolation, making people want to go crazy at a glance.
Countless incomprehensible magic sounds, do not pass through your ears at all, penetrate directly into your brain, reach your soul, chaotic noise, demonic whispers, irritating, angry, violent, just want to tear everything up, just want to kill as much as you want , Just want to indulge in intercourse, even want to tear off his own flesh and blood inch by inch, in order to vent the depression and pain at this time.
Can't see, can't hear, but Xie Changsheng knows that he has lost the soul contact with all demented people. I don't know whether these demented people have recovered their souls, or are falling deeper and killing each other into demons.
He felt that his soul was to be torn apart. Fortunately, he was connected with his war puppet soul and assumed each other. The soul body of the war puppet was innumerable hybrids tens of thousands of years ago. Although there is no unified intelligence, Powerful anomaly, can bear it for a while. But Xie Changsheng knew that it would be impossible to bear this passively for long, and that this terrifying space had to be broken with the fastest speed.
Xie Changsheng exhausted all his secret skills, resonating with the soul of the war puppet, sending out the strongest soul impact.
As if hearing a muffled hum in the air, Xie Changsheng briefly saw the scene in front of him.
It was still the woods in which they were ambushing. More than 30,000 demented people tore each other, hacked and killed each other, venting the most primitive violence and madness. There was blood everywhere, and the eyes were scarlet. There is a cloud of mist floating in the air. In the mist, there is a vain image of a woman, with a slender figure, long hair and hanging legs. The image alone is really beautiful. But the part of the eye seemed to have a faint divine light, falling on him through the mist.
The light was like the space that I had fallen into before, the deepest night, and the silence was creepy. Xie Changsheng didn't dare to face it. His last burst had cut the connection between his soul and the war puppet. His brain was so painful that his soul was like tearing pain. He knew that the woman had also been shocked, and he could not deal with him for a short time. With this opportunity, he rushed out of the forest like crazy, never wanting to see the woman's dead and barren eyes again.
It wasn't until he rushed out, when he was running with his head in his hands, that he suddenly remembered... Isn't his enemy a little girl? Who is that woman?
"Ah!!!" Just thinking about this, I got a headache and my soul was broken. Xie Changsheng held his head and ran away frantically, never daring to look back.
The woman's dead gaze was also taken back from his back, and quietly fell on the war puppet in front.
Zhan Puppet's eyes were also shining brightly.
In the soul hedge just now, both sides were injured.
If this ancient remnant soul really had a unified consciousness, I would feel terrified. The soul of this woman had blasted through more than 30,000 people at the same time, and forced it to cut off the relationship with the soul host. If it is conscious, maybe there is another secret technique to counterattack, but it is not conscious, it has only the most negative instinct hybrid, desperately using the direct routine of soul impact, and constantly colliding with the woman's mind.
Then I couldn't hit it. This ridiculous soul, I don’t know how many people’s negative souls have been absorbed, and after seeing the sky again, it has absorbed more than 30,000, and it can't even overwhelm this woman!
The soul body formed by all kinds of negative souls, under the wave after wave of invasion by the woman, is faltering, and seems to be dissipating in the world.
The light in Zhan Puppet's eyes was getting dimmed, continued to flicker for a while, and suddenly moved.
It actually rushed over, using the physical power of this miraculous combat puppet to blast the image of the woman in the void with a punch.
This battle puppet created by Xie Changsheng’s life’s efforts, the power itself is comparable to the emptiness, the biggest flaw is that it lacks the master’s control, only has the most instinctive intent to destroy the war and strength, there is no technique for exerting power, no fighting Means and dexterity.
But it seems that there are no women either.
She raised her hand awkwardly to meet the enemy.
With a "bang", two amazing forces crashed into each other. Both sides fluttered into the air, and fluttered for countless distances like a broken kite, and each fell into an unknown place.
At the place of collision, some messy parts were scattered in the air, and countless broken souls scattered all around, screaming and crying.
This is the voice Yue Xiaochan and the others heard.
The ghost cried for a while, seeming to slowly realize that his original master was still there, and slowly backtracked to find the home of his master, each wandering into the minds of more than 30,000 demented people who were crazy.
The hellish raging and chaotic tearing attack slowly subsided, leaving people in a coma everywhere in the woods, and the injured parts were uncovered. The blood gurgled and merged into a river under the heavy rain.
No one would notice that in the mid-air of the collision, there was a blood line slowly drifting with the wind, and it disappeared quickly in the heavy rain.
The war puppet has no blood, it may only be the blood of a woman.