Chapter 1242 Twenty-Eight Evil Underworld Formation, the real black hand
"What laws do you want? I can give them to you," Xu Zimo replied.
White Bones is one of the gloomy powers. Even though he is not afraid of flames, thunder is the most yang and strong thing in the world.
This is exactly where its nemesis lies.
At this moment, thunder rioted, the blue light was like the god of death, and there was a "crackling" explosion.
A trace of purple electric arc makes people feel frightened.
“Asshole, let me out,” the Bone King screamed and cursed in the Thousand Thunder Cage.
Xu Zimo didn't care at all. He snapped his fingers, and the thunder was instantly annihilated. The body of the Bone King was shattered into pieces along with the thunder.
At this time, "rumble" footsteps sounded.
The Rat King ran out of the cave with a group of white bones and skulls, carrying a huge mace behind it.
This mace is covered with barbs and fangs, which is extremely powerful.
“Who dares to cause trouble here,” the Rat King shouted carelessly.
When it stood in front of Xu Zimo, it was like a giant rat, looking down at Xu Zimo, high above him.
“A human dares to break into our Mass Burial Valley,” the Rat King sneered. Without saying a word, he just picked up the mace and threw it at Xu Zimo.
With a "bombardment", the loud noise was just the sound, and it shattered the countless white bones around.
The swords and sticks collided, and powerful air waves continued to fluctuate.
The two figures separated. The Rat King looked at his mace and saw that there were shallow knife marks on it.
“What a powerful sword,” the Rat King snorted coldly.
His eyes were bulging, his beard on his temples was strong and powerful, and he swung the mace again.
Xu Zimo chuckled. Although this rat king was very powerful, every movement was very slow because of his fat body.
Xu Zimo saw the right opportunity and stepped forward directly. Ba Ying, with its fierce flames, stabbed the Rat King's butt fiercely.
A shocking scream resounded throughout the Bone Forest.
The Rat King jumped dozens of meters high and shouted: "Boy, you are playing dirty tricks."
“A soldier never tires of deceit,” Xu Zimo said.
His domineering shadow faced upwards, and another sword energy burst out from his hand. With a "boom", the Rat King was blown away directly.
“Chaos Wind Meteor Stick Technique,” the rat king’s sharp cry came from the void.
The mace in its hand was like a meteor falling, with stars dotted on it.
His movements have also become more proficient.
Every time he swung the big stick in his hand, meteors and fire exploded, and countless large craters were hammered out of the ground.
The stick wind was airtight and just tore apart everything in its path. Xu Zimo's figure quickly retreated.
His eyes were slightly focused, and he saw the right moment, Ba Ying quickly thrust out, and got directly stuck in the gap between the rotation of the mace.
It seemed that it was stuck, and the power of the mace was immediately stagnant. Xu Zimo's power was not reduced, and Ba Ying continued to thrust forward with force.
There was a "boom" sound, and the tip of the knife pierced directly into the Rat King's chest.
Green blood was left along the chest, and the blood seemed to have a rotten feel.
But obviously, Ba Ying is not afraid of decay, the blood is useless, Ba Ying is strangled in the body.
“You can try that trick of splitting the sky in all directions,” Xu Zimo said to himself.
His body suddenly burst out with a sword intent that could split the sky.
The knife that Lu Sheng transformed into flew out and penetrated directly into the Rat King's body.
It is indestructible and nothing can stop it.
The sword intention burst out with a bright light, blooming from the body of the Rat King, and the sword light that could even split the sky moved forward without hesitation.
The Rat King seemed to feel something, and his face looked horrified, but he couldn't speak, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.
There was only endless light, and the sky-splitting sword intent that was hard to look at erupted out.
The Bone Forest was shaken, and the light shone across the entire forest, and then quickly disappeared.
When Countless Bones looked at it again, the Rat King had disappeared without a trace, and only Xu Zimo's figure stood in place.
When Xu Zimo walked step by step, he seemed to be walking on the steps of death, knocking on countless hearts.
The little bone demons immediately dispersed and fled in all directions, trampling on each other to death.
“These things can also rule the Mass Burial Valley,” Xu Zimo said with some confusion.
The next moment, as if to dismiss his doubts, he saw waves of evil wind suddenly blowing from the originally gloomy Mass Burial Valley.
This evil wind is strange to say, flying sand and moving rocks, making the sky dark and the earth dark.
Swept across the entire world, Xu Zimo's black hair was blown coldly and fluttering.
And those bones that had fled seemed to have been specifically targeted, and they were all blown up into the sky.
Whether they are living white bones or white skeletons, they are all mixed together.
Black wind, white bones, and evil wind surrounded Xu Zimo.
“Edict,” a majestic voice came from somewhere.
The void around him changed accordingly.
“It’s a formation,” Xu Zimo muttered to himself.
Amidst the flying sand and rocks, the bones are gathered together.
“Twenty-eight Sha Huangquan Formation,” the voice in the darkness sounded again.
The evil spirit has begun to take shape on the top of the head, and the water from the underworld is looming in the dark wind.
Occasionally, a "crash" sound rings in my ears.
“Since we are here at the Grave Valley, why not try my formation,” the voice said again.
“The formation is a good formation, but it’s a pity...,” Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He has an astrolabe in his left hand and no trace of the compass in his right hand.
This world is so big, there are few places that we cannot go to.
Two big star compasses hang above the head. When they rotate at this moment, the stars, Bagua, heavenly stems and earthly branches all move.
Xu Zimo walked forward step by step.
If you look at it from the perspective of an ordinary person, he will simply move on, but if you are someone who understands the formation.
You will understand that there is a rhythm in the steps he takes.
A formation is ever-changing, but every step it takes is changing. Only the people involved can understand the secrets.
Even a formation master cannot be perfectly precise in every step.
Xu Zimo's figure stepped into the dark wind, and saw the evil spirit surging towards him.
He took a step forward, keeping his figure evenly, and just missed the blow.
No matter how dangerous the formation is, Xu Zimo is calm and composed, and the evil spirit cannot touch him, and the hell will not touch his body.
The bones were reduced to withered bones, and twenty evil spirits were visible. Xu Zimo walked out calmly.
Behind him, billowing evil spirits and underworld were roaring.
When Xu Zimo looked up, he saw a few big trees in front of him, and a dark crow spreading its wings with a few black feathers, looking at him gloomily.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a powerful being,” the crow said, speaking human words.
“Why don’t you show your true face and talk through things,” Xu Zimo said.
He could see that the crow in front of him was just controlled by someone.
