The top of the mountain is covered with rubble and is desolate, with scattered dwarf pines interspersed among them. The cold moonlight shines down, adding to the paleness and loneliness.
Under the dim night, Haidongqing howled and circled, sometimes neighing urgently, sometimes swooping and roaring, breaking the silence of the night.
Among the rugged mountain tops, more than twenty figures stood in the corners of the surroundings, squatting firmly with all their strength, their bodies tilted greatly towards the periphery, and slender chains were wrapped around their bodies, tightly grasped in their hands. Twenty
In the center of the many chains, there is a huge figure as majestic as an animal, wrapped in circles like rice dumplings. The ends of the chains are full of undercuts, deeply embedded in the muscles of the 'monster', and the bloody flesh is covered with
It's tearing outward bit by bit.
The 'monster' was covered in blood, and blood was constantly pouring out from the wound area, dripping along the chains and dripping down to the feet along the tattered clothes. He looked miserable and miserable.
On the entire top of the mountain, only the hovering Haidongqing neighed urgently from time to time. The rest was quiet, solemn and depressed, or... the 'monster' in the center of the chain occasionally let out low roars and heavy breathing.
Like a wounded beast groaning in pain under the iron bar.
Compared with the irritability and madness during the previous melee with Skynet, today's 'monster' appears to be particularly 'calm', a kind of 'calm' that is so dangerous that it makes one's heart tremble. At this moment, he just hugs his body tightly and holds it firmly.
Standing on the same spot, his solid muscles, which were even more exaggerated than Dahan's, were tense. His long hair, messy and messy, covered with dust and broken leaves, was casually draped over his head, covering his drooping face, leaving only a pair of slender eyes.
His red eyes stared straight ahead through the gaps in his long hair.
Within the sight of the 'monster', or between the gaps in the chain more than ten steps away from him, there is a relatively shorter chain, with one end wrapped around his throat and the other end held in the hand of a man in black.
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The man was tall and slender, with messy long hair fluttering in the wind, brushing against his thin and pale face. His eyes were drooped and hazy, giving him a sense of decadence and weakness.
Decadent, sad, lonely, weak, like an orphan abandoned by the world, or like a young master hurt by love, but the pressure and chill that permeates the invisible, and the fierceness that sometimes flashes in his eyes cannot be underestimated by anyone.
he.
His identity is...Ghost King!!
To the left and rear of the Ghost King, on the chain controlled by the lonely soul, stood an old man with gray hair, wearing a red mink velvet cloak and leaning on a carved cane. His body was thin and rickety, as if he might be blown down by the wind at any time.
It makes people worry about whether they will fall off if they stand on the slender chain.
The old man has a smile on his face, seemingly friendly and harmless, and his wrinkled face makes him kind to the grandfather next door. However, which grandfather can stand firmly on the chain, and which grandfather can exude a heavy and terrifying pressure.
In the middle of the chain behind the old man, on both sides stood a slender, enchanting blonde girl. One was dressed in red like fire, carrying a two-meter giant sword on her back, and the other was dressed in white and held a gorgeous golden scepter in her hand. The two were cold and charming.
The girl lowered her head and closed her eyes, guarding the old man devoutly and respectfully. She looked extremely beautiful, but she gave people a sense of danger, just like the weapons they carried!
The left hand of the God of Death, the Council of Elders of Skynet, a terrifyingly powerful lineup, all appeared in the Sanuki Mountains at this moment, on the top of this weird mountain, just to control the behemoth in the center of the battle circle!
The atmosphere was silent and depressing. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the 'monster' in the scene. The chains in their hands were controlled with all their strength, as if they were trying to drain his blood, forcing him to automatically give up resistance and struggle.
but……
After a long period of silence, Hai Dongqing was the first to be unable to bear the atmosphere of crisis. He suddenly let out a sharp scream, and with the sharp momentum of a ten-thousand-mile dive, he rushed towards the old man who was downwind and fiercely attacked him.
The atmosphere at the scene was still tense and tense. All the focus was only on the 'monster', and no one paid attention to its impact. But at the last moment, the girl in red next to the old man suddenly exerted force and shot into the air. As her body moved,
Turning over, the giant sword behind him struck out loudly, with a sharp cold light, and fiercely swept past Hai Dongqing who was swooping down.
Phew!! Like two streams of light colliding in the air, Hai Dongqing's trajectory deflected at the last moment, feathers scattered, a line of blood spattered, and finally... hit the chain out of control, causing the arcs of the waves to sway towards the center.
Part extension.
Roar!! As if being affected by the chain, the 'monster' suddenly let out a thunderous roar, and Shen Shen's body became violent again. Although it was entangled by the chain, even though the barbs were embedded in the flesh, even though the whole body was dripping with blood, but...
Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Like a beast trapped in a net, it is trying to break free from its bonds like crazy. The appearance is terrifying, the breath is terrifying, and the momentum is terrifying. The chains around the body are shaking violently, along with the lonely soul at the end of the chain.
The others were also implicated, and their bodies were forcibly torn and moved there.
The expressions of everyone present were tensed, low roars rolled in their throats, and they tried their best to steady their steps.
The ghost king's body was as solid as a mountain, and he looked at each other coldly: "If you don't want to be dismembered, just wait and be captured!"
"The clan leader is very pleased to know that you are still alive in the world, and hopes to renew our friendship. Unfortunately...a few years later, we meet again, a generation of genius...being in such a state of desolation is the tragedy of China, or the tragedy of a hero.
Former warrior, we admire your splendor and glory, and your dedication. We really don’t want to hurt you, just give up... Follow me back to the family, where you will receive the best courtesy and heal your pain over the past fifteen years.
The suffering.”
The old man spoke softly, his old face showing traces of sadness, staring at the violent figure in front of him, a sigh echoed in his heart, accompanied by a trace of fear.
Is it him? It's him!! It's really him! When the news came back to the family, the whole clan was shocked. No one wanted to believe it, and no one could accept it. The 'Tianjiao' who once fell from the Miao border unexpectedly reappeared in the world. In order to ensure hunting
The plan was completed perfectly. While the patriarch ordered the entire Skynet to attack, he also entrusted the Ghost King and the Council of Elders to ensure that the operation was safe and sound.
But... when we met again fifteen years later... the 'Great Buddha' of the generation had actually become a 'demon'!!
Should he lament the tricks of fate and admire this selfless dedication, or should he be afraid of the madness and courage of the old living Buddha!
Old Living Buddha, Old Living Buddha, you... actually... turned a 'Buddha' into a 'demon'.
The 'monster' was as crazy and violent as usual, but this time, a hoarse and dry voice came out from under the messy long hair: "...Hua...Xia..."
Huaxia? Huaxia!! In the broken consciousness and the blood-stained soul, the only word Huaxia is left!
"Why bother!" The old man slowly closed his eyes, and a sigh floated faintly on the top of the mountain. It was sad, sighing, but not without... admiration...
"Like a devil, like a Buddha, like a Buddha, like a devil, you are a former hero, I... salute you! I hope that one day, you and I can hunt the world side by side. But... now you... are too tired..." The Ghost King stared closely.
The power of the 'huge beast' in his right hand gradually increased, and it slowly rotated, wrapping around the chain, forcing the chain to tighten little by little.
"Close the net and let's go!" The old man slowly opened his eyes. The faint sound of footsteps in the air made his eyes a little dull.
"Turn!!" The Ghost King shouted loudly, and the left hand of the god of death who was struggling to contain him moved in response, and began to move his body slowly. While keeping the chain tight, he began to turn bit by bit, making the chain tighter on the 'monster'.
Wrap around and limit his range of motion.
The 'monster' seemed to feel no pain at all. Instead of weakening its struggle, it became even more violent. The chains got tighter and tighter, and were deeply embedded in the flesh. Some of the barbs were even pulled out of the flesh.
, leaving a big 'meat groove', with blood constantly flowing out.
It looks terrible!
"You bunch of beasts!!" Suddenly, a roar exploded, and Shen Aoming rushed towards him like lightning. At the moment when he came to a strong stop, his body spun violently, and he picked up a big tree as tall as a person.
Amidst the hysterical roars, the muscles of the arms and wrists tightened, and under the horrified gaze of the nearby Death God's left hand, the stone was raised high and rushed towards them.
"Retreat!!" The zombie's face changed slightly, and he ordered decisively. The five members of the Dead Left Hand in the north position immediately dispersed and retreated. The huge boulder fell from the sky, smashing half of the mountain with a muffled sound, and after shaking violently for a few times, rushed down.
Rolling down, the roaring sound truly demonstrated the destructive power of the blow just now.
The sudden movement of the zombies caused the chain formation restraining the 'monster' to loosen, and the whole body was moved. The 'monster''s power suddenly burst out, and a fierce twist caused the imbalance of the left hand of the death god in other directions on the spot.
"Whoever retreats will die!" The ghost king's cold voice sounded in the ear of Death's left hand. Everyone's expressions trembled slightly, and then they showed ferocious faces, roaring lowly and tearing the chains with all their strength, controlling the somewhat chaotic formation.
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