Zhao Xusen's eyes drooped slightly. To outsiders, he seemed to be swallowed up by the flames, but in fact, if he looked at it from Zhao Xusen's perspective, the flames were still far away from him.
Not to mention burning him, you might not even be able to touch the corners of his clothes.
"Add this!"
A cold light appeared in Xu Tong's eyes, and a gourd appeared above his head. I didn't know when it appeared on Xu Tong's shoulder.
And Daya was holding a gourd in her hand. After opening the stopper of the gourd, a strong storm spewed out from the mouth of the gourd...
"boom!!"
The wind borrows the power of fire, and fire borrows the force of the wind. Although the gale wind is bitingly cold, a large amount of water vapor is erupted under the baking of the magic flame. This undoubtedly increases the power of the extreme flame turbine, causing the flame to instantly explode to a terrifying level.
To the extreme.
"I told you, it's no use."
Facing such a terrifying demonic flame in front of him, Zhao Xusen remained unmoved, but he felt a bad feeling in his heart.
"Is it really useless? Old guy, you see clearly!"
Xu Tong's voice came from the flames. Following his roar, Zhao Xusen suddenly noticed from the corner of his eyes that the corners of his clothes started to move.
Although it was only a very small amount, it still made Zhao Xusen's face change drastically: "This is impossible!"
No matter how small the swing of the clothes is, it means that the relationship between reality and reality has begun to fail. Even if this does not affect him, something that even a half-step master cannot do is actually done by a young boy.
Arrive, this is completely beyond Zhao Xusen’s cognition.
"When falsehood becomes true, truth is also false. Nothing exists and nothing exists. Nothing is impossible."
Xu Tong was very aware of the terrifying aspects of the Grand Master, but it was precisely because he knew the way inside that he gave him a way to crack it. Even for the Grand Master, what is false is ultimately false. The only problem is that his own
Can power break through this layer of falsehood?
"hiss!!"
When Zhao Xusen heard this, his face flickered. He did not expect that the great master, who was mysterious and unpredictable in the eyes of all living beings, would be exposed to the key by a young boy.
What's more, I didn't expect that this kid would have such powerful explosive power after becoming possessed by the devil.
Under the horror in his heart, his eyes were even more murderous. Even if the other party did not become a grand master, based on these words, he had to die today, otherwise a grand master would rise from the ground soon.
As soon as he thought of this, he pointed his finger towards the void in front of him. It was like thousands of silver needles came out of the air, and Zhao Xusen waved the silver needles on his fingertips.
The sea of fire in front of me seemed to be torn apart by the dense rainstorm in an instant.
Although the silver needles are small, they are powerful enough to cut through rivers. When he killed Monk Huiyuan, Zhao Xusen only used one. Now facing Xu Tong, there were thousands of them. It was enough to show that in his heart, the young boy in front of him had a lot of ambitions.
What a threat.
But what Zhao Xusen may not have expected is that Xu Tong also moved the moment the silver needle flew.
Crossing his hands on his chest, he bowed his head heavily in front of him, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
Suddenly, a crack opened in front of him, but this time, the hole was much bigger and stronger than before. A large number of wandering souls poured out from the crack, like a torrent, overwhelming the sky and hitting it.
"Puff puff……"
The silver needle penetrated these evil ghosts, and it only needed a hole no bigger than a sesame seed to knock them out of their wits in an instant.
Even though it is the most powerful magic in the world, it has not yet been perfected.
But this is not the end, just a beginning.
The first bow will hurt people's lives, the second bow will invite ghosts and gods, and the third bow will knock on the door of the king of hell.
With the help of the rolling magic power in his body, Xu Tong bowed vigorously for the third time. Although he didn't know the result of this prayer, it might be his last chance to fight back.
Between the virtual and the real, unless you are a great master blessed by fate like Shiye, the moment you take action will be the moment when your flaws are exposed, because there is always a falsehood between reality and reality, one is false and the other is true.
Just like someone who attacks with all his strength, he must give up part of his defense.
With this bow, Xu Tong instantly felt as if something had been taken away from his body. In the deepest part of the crack, among countless palaces, a pair of slightly lowered eyes slowly looked towards this
Sweep over.
In the haze, on that blurry outline, there was a hint of expectation and a sense of coldness in his eyes.
It was a pity that Xu Tong was about to lose his strength now. After bowing, he could not see the blurry outline under the crack, so he did not notice the expectation for him in the eyes of the owner of the outline.
Unfortunately, Zhao Xusen saw it, but he had no expectations, only coldness and ruthlessness.
With just one glance, Zhao Xusen's face suddenly turned gray.
How can mortals look directly at gods!
Even for just a short moment, Zhao Xusen's head felt like a hammer, and the thousands of silver needles he summoned disappeared instantly. What's worse is that in such a short moment of loss, a large number of innocent souls
The fierce ghost hit Zhao Xusen like a torrent.
"Ah!!" Zhao Xusen let out a muffled scream. He probably never dreamed that he would actually lose, to a young boy who was not even a half-step master.
In fact, in terms of strength, Zhao Xusen's strength must be higher than that of Xu Tong, but after all, this is not a data battle in an online game. The victory or defeat depends entirely on the data.
He was so small that the energy that the young boy in front of him could burst out was within the scope of his understanding. If he took a serious action, he would already lift this boy to the sky.
They even underestimated the hard work that Xue Gui, who was destined to do, had put into Xu Tong, his disciple, and even... the back-up plan he had secretly left behind.
With a scream, Zhao Xusen was pushed to the ground by this force, blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of disbelief.
Fortunately, Xu Tong was already out of strength, and this prayer almost drained all the strength from his body.
The prop book is even sending out reminders like crazy.
[Warning! You are using power illegally]
[Warning! Illegal use of power will quickly extend your lifespan]
[Warning! Lifespan -10]
These reminders are no longer important to Xu Tong. The power of the devil's arrival has reached the critical point. With the disappearance of the devil's power, pain comes like a tide.
"cough……"
Zhao Xusen spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Looking at the figure lying on the ground, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
At this moment, Xu Tong fell to the ground. At first glance, he looked like a charred skeleton with bloody flesh. There were vicious wounds everywhere, and white smoke was oozing out. Not only the skin and flesh, but also the internal organs also suffered huge damage.
However, what is strange is that new and tender sprouts are growing on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. If you look carefully, you can even see these sprouts, like bean sprouts growing in the soil, which adds a bit of weirdness to him.
and the taste of terror.
But even if the boy in front of him now has no possibility of fighting again, this fear is still lingering in his heart and difficult to dissipate.
"No!!"
Being severely injured by a boy who was not even half a master, even damaging his vitality, this was simply the shame of a master, and Zhao Xusen couldn't help but feel a strong sense of frustration in his heart.
Zhao Xusen, whose eyes were red, looked at the guy lying on the ground, breathing out but not taking in. Finally, he couldn't help the anger in his heart, and reached out to twist his head off. Only if this kid died completely could he calm down the anger in his heart.
Terrified and uneasy.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, a strong smell of alcohol hit his face, and he heard a burst of laughter from behind: "Hahahaha, the great master was beaten to the point of vomiting blood. It's rare. Hahaha, it's so rare!
"
"who!"
Zhao Xusen was startled, and when he raised his head, he saw an alcoholic appearing next to Xu Tong. He smelled of alcohol and was standing there swaying, holding a broken sword in his hand.
"Who are you??"
Zhao Xusen quickly retreated, but the opponent stumbled forward and pressed his body against Zhao Xusen's arms. He opened his mouth and burped at Zhao Xusen.
"You know so many things, why don't you know who I am?"
Zhao Xusen's pupils tightened: "Who exactly are you?"
"Hey, I won't tell you. Let's fight. If you agree, I'll tell you." The drunkard said and reached out to grab Zhao Xusen.
Grabbing it with calloused palms, Zhao Xusen felt that the world was vast and there was nowhere to hide.
Zhao Xusen groaned inwardly. He glared at Xu Tong unwillingly from the corner of his eye, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran away.
"Hey, don't leave!"
Seeing that Zhao Xusen was about to escape, the drunkard reached out and grabbed him on the shoulder. However, the grip felt light and fluffy, waiting for the drunkard to take a closer look.
Only then did he realize that what he was holding on to was just a pair of loose clothes. Looking down again, the drunkard laughed: "I ran in such a hurry, I didn't even need my shoes and pants, and I'm a grand master with you.
It’s really unjust.”
As he spoke, the drunkard shook his hand, and saw a piece of human skin coming out of his clothes...
