Chapter 2287 What the hell kind of spirit is this!
boom!!
Thousands of axes exploded together, and the dragon roared past. With Han Sanqian as the center, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as being pierced by thousands of arrows.
Han Sanqian frowned and felt an extremely strong demonic force coming towards him. He was just about to use the Pangu ax to resist, but at this moment, countless demonic dragons transformed by black fire and black electricity opened their mouths and pounced on him.
Himself, and then, the black energy turned into countless tight shackles, tightly binding Han Sanqian in place.
No matter how Han Sanqian struggled, the black energy tightly wrapped around his body, making him unable to move at all.
And almost at the same time!
Bang bang bang!
Thousands of axes fell together, and countless explosions suddenly sounded on Han Sanqian!
The immortal mysterious armor was in the explosion, the purple light was no longer there, the four gods and beasts also disappeared, and the golden light on Han Sanqian's body also dimmed.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood was directly sprayed out by Han Sanqian, spraying like blood mist all over the sky.
"how so?"
Han Sanqian endured the severe pain rolling inside his body and stared blankly at the countless dead souls in front of him.
These guys are so unbelievable that they have copied themselves from beginning to end, whether it is the Pangu Axe, the Immortal Xuan Armor, or even the Heavenly Fire Moon Wheel, the Four Gods and Heavenly Beast Totems, this magical energy that belongs only to them.
You can also take it as your own, how is this possible?
There is no such way in this world.
Even the Wuxiang Divine Skill, which is a supreme skill that is copied from Dacheng, is extremely limited in its replication. In addition to directly replicating energy and skills, those weapons, magic weapons, magic weapons, etc. are completely different.
possible.
The physical object is inherently destined, and it is impossible for it to be copied casually. Otherwise, it would be against the laws of heaven.
"You're surprised, aren't you? But what's the use of being surprised? Leave it to hell and be surprised slowly." There was a gentle smile in the space.
"Do you think you are the only one who can copy, but I can't?" Han Sanqian suddenly smiled, resisting the severe pain in his body, and when he really let go, the golden light on his body lit up again.
"Phaseless Divine Art!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three thousand figures of the four Han Dynasties moved at the same time, using the four phaseless magic skills to directly attack the thousands of dead souls.
"roar!"
Thousands of wronged souls roared angrily, holding giant axes and rushing in like a tide.
"What?"
Han Sanqian was suddenly startled. As soon as the Wuxiang Divine Skill came out, it was as if he had lost his spirit and was shot in the air. Let alone copying any skills, just wanting to simply hurt the dead souls was equivalent to dreaming.
.
"This is impossible." Han Sanqian looked at his palm in disbelief, unable to believe the facts in front of him.
The dead soul copies his, why can't he copy the dead soul's?
"Ant, in my Senluo Hell, nothing is impossible!" A sneer came from within the space.
Han Sanqian frowned and looked around. He really didn't know where the sound came from, but he did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. He held up a golden light and barely resisted the dead souls. He said coldly: "Why is there nothing wrong?"
possible?"
"Just because I am the master of this place, and just because I want you to die, you will not be able to survive. Just break it to me!"
Boom!
Ten thousand troops squeezed through the cover of golden light, directly engulfed the three thousand and four figures of Han like sea water, and then transformed back into the original body, and continued to move towards the back row.
Han Sanqian felt that his body was about to break. It was like a man who was suddenly pushed on the horns by thousands of cattle and kept being pushed away.
"No, you can't be so strong." Han Sanqian gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.
"I am so strong, ant. You have offended the wrong person. Go to hell to repent, cry, and scream in pain for what you have done today!"
"roar!"
All souls roar together!!
Immediately afterwards, countless innocent souls behind him jumped, climbed, and pulled each other, like ferocious beasts that had not eaten people for a long time and saw food, and they desperately pounced on Han Sanqian.
Soon, hundreds of ghosts accumulated on Han Sanqian's body, forming a "human mountain" of tens of meters. These ghosts squeezed each other desperately, and then bit Han Sanqian crazily.
Han Sanqian felt that his body was almost being bitten by these dead souls. Pieces of flesh were constantly being torn off from his body by them. His feet, body, hands, and even his face were everywhere to be avoided.
.....
"Goodbye, ants!" A faint smile appeared in the darkness, and the whole space became darker and quieter.
Everything seems to be coming to an end.
"No, no."
Suddenly, Han Sanqian opened his eyes suddenly, and then a golden light suddenly leaked out from his body.
boom!
The hundreds of innocent souls that were piled on him were immediately ejected. Before the densely packed dead souls could surround him again, Han Sanqian had already jumped into the air.
"You almost deceived me." Han Sanqian said coldly: "You cast an illusion in front of me? Do you really think I'm stupid?"
"Illusion?" In the darkness, because of Han Sanqian's sudden awakening, his voice was slightly stunned, but soon returned to a mocking tone: "Take a closer look."
Han Sanqian frowned, and then he paid careful attention to his body. He didn't know it by looking at it, but he was shocked when he saw that almost no part of his body was intact. It could even be said that there was no flesh at all.
Only a head and a skeleton body are left!
"Does it hurt?" the voice laughed.
Han Sanqian felt it carefully, and then he felt the heartbreaking pain everywhere in his body.
"Isn't this an illusion?"
"Of course not, I told you, you are in hell, Senluo hell."
"Really?" Han Sanqian frowned: "Have you ever heard of the Demon Buddha?"
"Monster Buddha? Does it matter whether I know him or not?"
"Of course it's important. If you know him, you should know that your tricks are no different from his." Han Sanqian smiled coldly.
"I don't know what you are talking about!" the voice of the Demonic Dragon Soul said angrily.
"You will understand." Han Sanqian smiled ferociously. Even though it was just a skeleton, he still held the Pangu ax and leaned down to rush towards the thousands of wronged souls below.
"You are really an ignorant fool." The Dragon Soul smiled coldly.
But at this moment, while Han Sanqian was facing down quickly, with an inadvertent movement of his hand, the Sky Eye Talisman opened, and almost at the same time, Han Sanqian's body in the blood outside had a golden light flashing between his eyebrows.
Pass.
Immediately afterwards, Han Sanqian suddenly looked back.
In the darkness, a black dragon soul stood quietly in the air, with a human body and a dragon head...
"It's you."
Almost at the same time, Han Sanqian suddenly turned around, accelerated with a reflex, and rushed directly towards the black dragon soul in the darkness with the Pangu ax in hand!
The Demonic Dragon Soul did not expect that Han Sanqian would suddenly shoot back, let alone that this guy could see him. In shock, Han Sanqian's giant ax had already struck down...
