: Chapter 40

At that moment Chu He's face was almost pale.
The Phoenix Fire burned a large amount of dead air, so the sea water of the dead air corroded him extremely slowly; but even so, the burnt black continued from his severe injury to the shoulders, neck, and even the cheeks.
He looked embarrassed and tired, but his eyes were full of calmness and tenderness.
Those are the most beautiful eyes that Zhou Hui has ever seen.
Zhou Hui reached out his hand and the two shook hands. The next second, the water flowed up and quickly floated up, rushing out of the water!
Shakti screamed: "Be careful!"
Jiang III suddenly avoided it, but when Zhou Hui came out of the water, he broke the air like a meteor with a long knife, and cut off his arm neatly!
With a loud noise, Jiang III collided with the stone wall, and the debris burst out and made a roar, violently shaking the remaining two heads and seven arms, and hit it while Zhou Hui’s water was not yet stable. His huge shape and The tank was no different. Zhou Hui threw the zombie ashore with one hand, holding the semi-coma Chu River with the other hand, and immediately fell to the sea of ​​dead air under the impact.
But at the next moment, the bottom of Chu River touched the water--
The snow-white lotus bloomed instantly from under his feet, such as magnificent to the ultimate grand scene, and firmly supported Zhou Hui in the dead sea!
"Step... Step by step, lotus..." The Snow Mountain goddess hardly believes her eyes. "He, does he still have this kind of Buddha cultivation?!"
Zhou Hui took the pure green single-handed sword from Chu He's hand, and in the moment he started, the cracked blade ignited flames, "Dang!" He blocked the war halberd coming from King Jiangming III!
Two pieces of weapons spattered, and no one stepped back under the unimaginable confrontation of gravity.
"It seems that although he has spent so long with you..." King Jiang Sanming's eyes moved from Chuhe to Zhou Hui, and said coldly: "But he still hasn't given up the possibility of becoming a Buddha. Retreat?"
Zhou Hui's face changed slightly, but then Chu He's hoarseness due to serious injuries and a provocative voice rang out: "--What about the Ming Wang who has fallen into the devil?"
Two faces of Simeon III sank at the same time, just waiting to be ridiculed, but Zhou Hui slammed the knife, and gravity forced him back a few steps!
"No nonsense," Zhou Hui pointed at the black blood flowing body of King Jiang Sanming with his knife tip, his face cold and expressionless:
"--Which phoenix did you hold, just prepare to say goodbye to them?"
·
At the same time, Yingtai.
The guards closely guarded the central building. Everyone looked up at the dark sky, his face full of panic and anxiety.
In the open space in front of the door, God sat cross-legged after celestial meditation, meditating on the scriptures, folded his hands together, clasped the Vajra pestle with the other hand, and the Tibetan robe flew like a in the wild wind.
In front of him, death was like a dragon, and hungry ghosts descended from the sky, and the next moment in the void in front of him flashed a golden eight-character Buddha tactics, such as an indestructible giant shield, instantaneously turned thousands of innocent souls into ashes!
Ao Yuqiao.
Armed police with guns isolated a military unmanned area within a few kilometers. Hu Qing turned into a real body. There were two green demon pupils on the snow-white fox. Nine white tails up to 100 meters long stretched to the path of rebirth.
It lies prone on the ground, and its majestic snowy body trembles with breathing, and each time it inhales a lot of dead air, which is transformed into the hot energy around the body.
A steady stream of rotting corpses crawled towards it from the land, and an almost ridiculous expression appeared on the face of the Nine-tailed Fox. At the next moment it opened its mouth, and the demon erupted a flame that burned the ghost away, and instantly turned all the rotting corpses into black bones.
Under the Great Hall, Zhou Hui Office.
Zhang Shun looked at thousands of crisscrossing red lines and red beads rolling on each red line like the orbits of the cosmic planets, wondering: "But... I have never guarded this... what is it?"
"You stand here and it will work," Yan Lanyu stood behind him and said, "I will protect you."
Zhang Shun turned his head, and the boy was wearing a kimono with a flaky pendant he brought back from Japan on his chest. The pervasive black gas stopped suddenly around him, as if blocked by a transparent glass cover.
Zhang Shun suddenly remembered that in the underground grotto last time, Peacock Ming Wang Maha had eaten everyone, but only picked up Yan Lanyu, glanced at him, and threw him away. He couldn't help looking at the gray piece carefully, and finally he couldn't help but ask, "What the is this?"
"A piece of mirror you must have heard of, but you have never seen..." Yan Lanyu smiled slightly: "Don't tell others, it's very valuable."
He walked to the door of the office and gently closed the door that had just been scratched by the rotten corpse.
With Zhang Shun behind him, Jun Lang’s face couldn’t hide the anxiety:
I don’t know where my brother is, don’t you worry about Deputy Director Yu?

Yan Lanyu turned his head back to him and saw that the thumb and little finger were pinching a red thread in a very unusual posture, and an unusually delicate knot was drawn on the red thread: "----I have my way. "
The underground office can't see the outside, but the corpse crawling and the ubiquitous black gas in the corridor are enough to let the two know how tense the situation is at the moment. Zhang Shun sighed and sat down in his chair.
...My brother and the unlucky surnamed Zhou, where are they now?
·
Zhang Shun didn't know, just when he thought that, a manhole cover in the suburb suddenly shook, and then came out like a shell!
The earth roared and cracked, and the gravel and mud were lifted up like giant waves. The King of the Third Emperor was embarrassed and rushed into the air, roaring: "You demon -"
The words did not fall, Zhou Hui appeared in front of him from under his feet, Xue Liang's blade chopped off his fifth arm!
There has never been such a decadent decline in Jiangxi III, with only two heads and three arms left, with three heads and eight arms. The whole body is like a weird black boulder, which fell heavily on the muddy ground and kept tumbling and twitching.
"Is it painful?" Zhou Hui held Chu River in one hand and landed from midair. Shi Shiran stood on the ground and pointed the tip of the black blood at Jiang San III's neck.
"I will cut you to only one head and two hands, so that you can experience the pain of Phoenix, so that you will never forget my anger..."
The tip of his knife was down, and the blade of burning flame was like a hot knife cutting butter, and it was easy to pierce the left skull of King Sanshiming.
"Stop!" The Snow Mountain Goddess roared angrily, leaping from the fissure in the ground behind him and rushing over: "Stop me!"
At the next moment, Zhou Hui suddenly turned around, and the blade of the sword will take the left skull of King Jiang Sanming completely, and at the same time kicked the Snow Mountain goddess out for more than ten meters, and crashed seven or eight cement telegraph poles in a bang!
The wire crashed to the ground, and the crackling electric current splashed out the dazzling blue light; at the same time, the left skull of King Sanming Ming fell to the ground, and the black blood splashed out instantaneously, with a loud splash on the ground.
The snow mountain goddess spasmed, barely got up and hatred: "You perverted..."
Zhou Hui said coldly: "You have a personality, I can't kill you, I can honestly stay there and roar."
He turned to stand tall and looked down towards King Ming III, whose blood-red eyes were unrecognizable excitement and bloodthirsty.
That is the desire of the monster for cruelty and flesh and blood, the instinct deeply rooted in the soul, roaring from every blood vessel like a gust of wind.
"As for you..."
He stepped on King Jiang Sanming Ming in a slow-motion arrogant gesture, almost enjoying it, and cut off his terrible sixth arm a little bit.
"I heard that those who killed your five Mingwang ranks, while making you fall into six reincarnations, can still gain your power... Although I don't see your power in your eyes, a complete victory is always refreshing... …"
King Jiang Sanming Ming roared and rolled, but all struggles were crushed by Zhou Hui's feet. The blade cut the muscle fibers a little bit cruelly, and then pierced out from the armpit. The muscle at the broken arm immediately spasmed into a horrible curl, and blood spewed out and splashed Zhou Hui.
He licked the corner of his mouth like a smile, and said with a smile: "One arm and two arms, you look much more normal. You should be able to cast a good tire in six reincarnations."
"Stop it...Stop it!" King King Sanming Ming roared intermittently, and his chest gave a bellow like a bellows that was torn and dull. "You can't kill you, you will anger heaven, you will—"
"Tian Dao is counting on me to kill Demon Venerable," Zhou Hui said easily: "I only seal and not kill him. Tian Dao has been dissatisfied for a long time because I can't work with my salary."
He wickedly raised a corner of his mouth: "I don't follow Heaven's wishes, and it's actually quite cool to see you in a hurry and corruption-wait for thousands of years to reincarnate into King Ming, and then go to Xu Mishan to cry and sue me. Right."
His greasy knife point pointed to the heart of King King III, probably premonition of the arrival of death, King III broke out of an unprecedented struggle and roar: "You can't kill me--"
At that moment his incomplete body suddenly changed, and turned into the appearance of Sakyamuni in the illusion!
"Phoenix Ming King!-Can you be a killer in the face of this face?! Sume Mountain that raises you and raises you! Heaven that raises you up! -"
Zhou Hui's face changed drastically, and his killing intention was like a pot of cold water splashed in boiling oil, and it burst into bursts!
However, the moment he waved his sword furiously, Chu He reached out his hand and pressed it against the handle of the knife.
"Can't kill him," Chu He said softly.
Zhou Hui lived for thousands of years and for the first time did not know how to describe his inner feelings.
Like the lid of the pot slamming the boiling oil that was about to explode, he maintained that posture without moving, and his muscles were so tight that he almost shivered.
He turned his head to look at Chu He inch by inch, because the neck muscles were too tight, and this movement even seemed a little stiff.
"It's not necessary to do more." Chu He lowered his eyes and stared at King Jiang III, his pale cheeks had no expression: "Go away."
Zhou Hui froze for a long time, and very slowly, a little bit loosened and stepped on the foot of King Sanshiming.
Shakti rushed forward, lifting up and descending III, staggering back quickly. Because she was seriously injured, she looked very embarrassed, and there was no left in the glamorous style. Her eyes staring at Zhou Hui were even a little grim: "You lowly monster..."
Zhou Hui burst into roar: "Get off!"
The sound broke the crack of the earthquake and extended ten feet from his feet!
·
The next second, Shakti helped the King of the Third Ming Ming, stumbled into the void, and the black gas boiling below the ground was finally swept by the fire of the Phoenix and mixed in the world of the Master.
The dead sea water made unwilling shocks and roars, but the sound became more and more exhausted, weakened, and eventually became the end of a strong crossbow, completely evaporated in the high temperature, leaving only a pungent black smoke.
The ground was cracked by the fire, and the concrete telephone pole that fell not far away was overwhelmed and fell into a collapse.
Zhou Hui knelt halfway among the ruins, and gently placed Chu He on his lap.
The blood at the wound of Chuhe had dried up, and his face was pale with cold blue and gray, his lips were chapped and bleeding, and the eyes under his eyes were looking away to the sky. After a few full seconds, he barely focused his attention on Zhou Hui's face and gently said: "Can't kill Jiang San III, because..."
"Hush," Zhou Hui covered his mouth gently and irresistibly, and said, "No explanation."
His pupils were blood-red, as if Warcraft was at a high level, looking down on the dying prey, bowing his head and gently printing a kiss on Chuhe's eyebrows:
"--I haven't asked you to explain it yet."
His blood dripped from □□'s chest and landed on Chuhe's cold cheeks. At the next moment he hugged Chu River horizontally, crossed the black smoke over the ground, and walked away.
At the end of the more distant sky dome, the gusty wind stopped, the death gas disappeared, the innocent soul screamed to the sky, and disappeared into the vast void.
However, the dark clouds did not disperse, still hovering above the city, like a dark giant eye, coldly looking down at the ground underfoot.
·
Nine days and ten places, said.
Shakti helped the King of Ming Dynasty III, staggering across the Grey River, and the front was the high peaks of the double iron wheel mountain. Thousands of years of monk storms are blowing from the valley, enveloping flames and stench, and whistling away to the deep hell.
Suddenly she stepped in a footstep, wondering: "--Mozun?"
Mozun Fanluo turned his back to her, and the huge black shadow stood quietly in the gray river water, turning his head when he heard the words.
"Waiting for you for a long time," he said lightly.
Shakti strengthened himself, but his cheek muscles shuddered a little hardly noticeable: "The thousand-degree state is broken, but I have other ways to compensate..."
"No," Fan Luo said with a cold sarcasm in his eyes: "Phoenix Mingming deliberately sent you down to find a way to compensate me."
Shakti did not respond to what it meant. Suddenly Mozun pulled his sword and raised his hand, and the wind bluntly cut off the last head of King Sanshi Ming!
"Ahhhhh!" Shakti screamed out, and suddenly the black blood rose, and the body of King Sanshiming who was completely dead was shaken and fell into the river!
At the same time, the magic flame ignited on the side of the Vatican, and within a few seconds, the mana that the King of the Three Ming Ming had nowhere to rely on was sucked away, and then differentiated and dissolved in the black magic flame, becoming pure energy into the body.
At that moment, a deep tear sounded in the depths of his soul. At that time, the seal under Zhou Hui finally burst into a terrible crack under the impact of endless powerful energy.
"--Mozun!" Shakti couldn't contain his anger: "You villain, you--!"
"You made a mistake," Mozun said with a playful smile: "It's not you who signed the contract with me."
His black-stained face was and cruel, and he stepped on the boat where the skeleton was joined by his hands and feet above the Grey River of Hell, and turned and laughed away.