Chapter three hundred and eighty third, you damn it!
Chapter 383 You deserve to die!
This palm print is solid.
The sun pattern on Zuo Mo's palm suddenly lit up. The majestic and scorching power spurted out from his palm. This power was quite strange. It did not disperse the halo, but was like a head sticking out of an animal cage.
A tiger catches its prey in one bite.
The turbulent sea of halo was firmly absorbed by Zuo Mo's left palm.
The sun pattern continuously releases golden light, eroding the halo. A golden border visible to the naked eye quickly spreads toward the center along the continuous halo.
Yu Zizhou's face changed drastically. He could feel an extremely overbearing force eroding his jade chain at an alarming speed!
This... what is this? This is the first time he has encountered such a weird magic!
This overbearing power spread far beyond Yu Zizhou's imagination.
He had just mobilized all his spiritual consciousness, and his vision had been reduced to a golden ocean. Yuzizhou never thought that one day he would be forced into such an embarrassing, no, such a desperate situation! This was only the first time the other party used it.
Two moves, the second move will push yourself into a desperate situation!
The clown...
He suddenly thought of this word, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation washed over every nerve in him.
How could someone as proud as him be defeated with the second move by a guy he regarded as a clown?
How could this be!
Yu Zizhou's eyes were about to burst, and his elegant and calm face was extremely ferocious at this moment. His deep pride was mixed with unprecedented humiliation. He was like a gambler who had lost all his money, risking his life for the last bet!
All the consciousness and all the power poured into his arms. He pushed forward heavily and slowly with his hands like a hug, as if he was pushing a mountain. His face was shaking violently, and there was a hint of instability.
signs.
"Jade……"
The words were squeezed out from between his teeth, with an obvious vibrato. Every part of his body was trembling. His arms wrapped around his chest moved inch by inch in this shuddering tremor.
Move forward. Every inch he moves forward, the space around him fluctuates more violently.
"born……"
As soon as the word "生" came out of his mouth, golden light spread across the last halo in front of Yuzizhou.
The golden light hit Yu Zizhou's arms without any tricks. Yu Zizhou's body stiffened and his pupils suddenly expanded.
Bang! Yu Zizhou’s palm exploded!
Snap! My wrist bursts!
Snap! The elbow explodes!
Bang bang bang...
A series of popping sounds like fried beans were heard continuously, and the explosion spread along Yuzizhou's arms to his body. Yuzizhou's eyes widened, and he watched in disbelief as his body exploded inch by inch.
"No……"
The unwilling and shrill screams suddenly stopped.
Zuo Mo's left palm was shrouded in a dazzling golden ball of light, like a sun. He maintained the posture of extending his palm, motionless. The flames that enveloped his whole body suddenly penetrated into his body.
The red light in his red eyes dissipated at this moment, revealing golden pupils.
His golden pupils were as indifferent as a god, but the pain on his face was not diminishing but increasing. The indifferent eyes and painful and ferocious expression formed a strange and unique picture. The Wu Dao in his right hand was trembling, and the left palm was trembling.
The golden light group dissipated, and the sun pattern on the palm of his hand dimmed.
"Hong, put in another one!"
A hoarse, low voice that contained a bit of madness came from the formation.
"Xiao Pu Pu said something very insightful!" The female general suddenly raised her head, looked at Pu Yao with a smile, nodded heavily and said: "There is indeed no need to pass on this armor piercing."
The tombstone trembled violently, as if it was very dissatisfied with the female general's words, and billowing black clouds were about to pour out.
"Shut up!" The female general's expression turned cold. She raised the giant claw in her hand and slammed it down on the tombstone. There was a muffled thud, the ground shook, and the violently shaking tombstone froze and was knocked.
In the middle part, spider web-like cracks snake down.
With a crash, a large pile of gravel slid down from the tombstone. The black cloud that had just poured out of the tombstone seemed to have been restrained and froze in mid-air.
What a... what a fierce blow!
Pu Yao's eyelids twitched as his aura had almost reached its peak. The black flames that had reached his feet suddenly exploded and were immediately enveloped by a burst of black smoke. "Cough, cough, cough!" Pu Yao's cough sounded from the black.
Smoke came out, and when the black smoke dissipated, Pu Yao's whole body was like smoke and fire.
He looked at the female general with an unkind expression.
The female general winked at Pu Yao as if nothing had happened, then turned her face to face the tombstone with a cold tone: "Clean it up."
The tombstone shuddered and crashed, and the smashed pieces all climbed up to the place where the tombstone had just been hit, as if they had grown legs, and returned to their original positions piece by piece. In the blink of an eye, the tombstone was restored to intact, except for the top of the tombstone.
Cracks winding down like a spider web.
Sure enough, it is still as terrifying as before...
Pu Yao glanced at the female general and sat down. Everything that happened today, there is too much to think about. Isn’t your Excellency dead? How could he be resurrected?
Death is irreversible and has nothing to do with cultivation.
Unless the adult is not dead!
If you had not died back then, there would have been too many possibilities... a golden soul? Quite possible!
It turns out that the adult is not dead...
etc!
Pu Yao lowered his head, his bloody pupils narrowed unconsciously, looking cold.
Your Excellency died in his arms. He still remembers the scene clearly even after three thousand years! He is familiar with Your Excellency, her character, her temper, and everything about her!
The adults in front of me are so familiar, as familiar as they were three thousand years ago.
But... My lord is already dead... She is really dead...
There seemed to be a silent sigh echoing in the cold eyes, and the pain seemed to have been diluted by the vicissitudes of life, so that there was almost no trace, but...
Pu Yao suddenly raised his head.
"My lord is dead."
The female general frowned, a little unhappy.
Pu Yao seemed not to notice, and whispered to himself: "My lord died, both body and soul were destroyed, leaving nothing behind." He stretched out his right hand from the wide cuff, spread his fingers, and felt the air flow between his fingers.
Pass.
He looked directly at the female general and said calmly: "I know, your Excellency is dead."
His blood-red eyes were so cold that there was no trace of warmth. He raised his hand, and a wisp of black flame danced between his palms. The black hair danced wildly again, like a silky black dress, automatic without wind.
The entire sea of consciousness seemed to slowly come to a halt, and gradually, only one rhythm and one voice could be heard.
Dongdong...dongdong...dongdong...
The female general's face changed slightly, and her eyes were fixed on the black demon fire in Pu Yao's hand. The strange rhythm of the surrounding space was exactly the same as the beating rhythm of the flame in Pu Yao's hand.
"The golden soul is indeed a good thing. It seems that you have recovered a lot of vitality." Pu Yao looked indifferent, his bottomless blood pupils slowly turned, and a sarcastic smile as cold as a blade suddenly appeared from the corner of his mouth: "You
He has returned to his usual stupidity."
The female general suddenly spoke. She changed from her sweet and charming look just now and looked as old and simple as an old man: "How did you find out?"
Before she finished speaking, the female general's body disintegrated into countless extremely fine black powder at a speed visible to the naked eye. The disintegrated black powder flew and gathered in the air, turning into a ball of black smoke. In the black smoke, a man's figure was vaguely visible.
.
"Tell you how stupid you are? Ha!" Pu Yao's face became more sarcastic: "Tsk, tsk, it's been three thousand years, and it's not easy to finally show your face."
"Don't you always want to force me out?" The man in the black smoke glanced at the black fire in Pu Yao's hand, and said in a deep voice: "I think we need to have a good talk."
"Let's talk?" Pu Yao raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, put away the black fire in his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Okay, let's talk! Who are you?"
"The Tombstone Armor is called Guardian. You can call me Wei." The black smoke covering his body dissipated, revealing Wei's true face. He was dressed in black armor, tall and mighty, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a serious look. He was completely different from
His voice was so old. He saluted Pu Yao formally and solemnly.
"Wei? Well, that's a good name." Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.
"Because of the previous master, you are full of resentment towards me, I can understand it." Wei said slowly, his voice was calm and upright, with a power that penetrated people's hearts: "What she insists on, in your opinion, is stupidity.
However, her persistence is the source of her strength."
Pu Yao sneered: "Tsk, tsk, it's really high-sounding!"
Wei's eyes were cast into the distance, as if he was reminiscing about something, and his voice became distant: "Every soul has a belief that he is willing to sacrifice his life for." He retracted his eyes and looked at Pu Yao: "Aren't you the same?
What?"
Pu Yao still sneered: "Don't play this little trick in front of me."
"Okay, you tell me." Wei didn't refute, nodded and said without hesitation.
"Let me tell you?" Pu Yao narrowed his eyes, like a long and narrow blood knife, and wrote lightly: "I said... you deserve to die!" The last word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, with a chill.
Wei's expression changed drastically, his body turned into billowing black smoke, and he was about to fly towards the tombstone.
Peng!
Countless black flames emerged from under the tombstone and enveloped the entire tombstone!
Wei quickly stopped his body, he seemed to be very afraid of this black flame.
"You deserve to die!" Pu Yao walked towards Wei step by step, holding a wisp of beating black flame in his hand. His handsome and gloomy face was filled with murderous intent, and his tone was so cold that there was no warmth at all: "You pretended to be her, you
Damn it!"
"Pu, you can't kill me." Wei stared at Pu Yao with a calm expression.
"I know." The murderous look on Pu Yao's face suddenly disappeared, with a sinister smile: "But after three thousand years, how could I not use any of my brains on you?"
Wei's expression really changed now.
Pu Yao's hand lights up with dazzling light, illuminating the entire sea of consciousness!
