In the sky above countless broken corpses, three figures behaved strangely. They kept running away, leaping through the air in the forest, and looking back from time to time, and then letting out a sigh of relief.
But no matter how they ran, they kept circling the battlefield, but none of them noticed anything strange about themselves.
"Snapped!"
Zhao Xuan snapped his fingers, which was heard far away in the quiet scene. The movements of the three figures immediately slowed down. Perhaps due to inertia, they were still sprinting forward, but soon they gradually stopped.
He stepped forward and looked around with a blank expression.
The corpses all over the place were filled with a special burnt smell that made people feel sick.
The pupils of Bishop Mo suddenly shrank, and the breathing of Bishop Mo and the others suddenly became rapid. The next moment, they all turned their attention to Zhao Xuan in the sky.
The slightly feminine Bishop Mo asked with a pale face: "Illusion?"
"No, it's an illusion."
Zhao Xuanli replied in the air that he did not fall to the ground because there were two girls beside him. Although Xue Qingqing looked very strong at the moment, once she fell and saw those ugly dead bodies, she would definitely vomit.
It's all over the floor.
"Illusion?"
Bishop Mo murmured, and then showed a wry smile. Looking at the dead bodies around him, he was moved in his heart, feeling as if a rabbit was dead and a fox was sad.
Everything just now was in vain.
Several people felt bitter in their hearts and glanced around, some of them couldn't bear to look directly at it. They always felt that their fate would be the same as these people.
Several people felt as if they had returned to that night more than half a year ago. That night in the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family, there were corpses everywhere, and countless living lives perished in their eyes.
Bishop Mo, Bishop Sang, and Bishop Mo, the three bishops stood on one side each, and on the ground littered with corpses stood the survivors who had lost their souls. The sea of thunder swept past, and no one in the entire field was left alive.
There were less than a hundred soul masters from the Wuhun Palace who came down.
The vast majority of them were soul kings, and there were a few soul masters above and below the soul king. Listening to the conversation of a few people, they were so frightened that they did not dare to make the slightest sound.
I don't know what he thought of, but Bishop Mo, who was directly affiliated with the Pope's Palace, suddenly asked: "Your Majesty Lei Douluo, can you tell me what your martial soul is? Or, how many martial souls do you have?"
?”
The Wuhun Palace has done a lot of research on Zhao Xuan. A document was transferred from the distant city of Notting, which clearly records the awakening process of Zhao Xuan's Wuhun, including Tang San, a remnant of the Haotian Sect.
If I remember correctly, Zhao Xuan's martial spirit is a martial spirit that has never appeared before, called "Mobile Phone".
However, so far, the abilities that Zhao Xuan has shown far exceed what a martial soul can carry. The weird soul skills, the terrifying thunder, and the illusion ability that are now exposed, this is not what it looks like.
The ability that a martial soul can carry.
The corner of Zhao Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, and facing Bishop Mo's expectant gaze, he chuckled and said, "Guess."
What a joke, he is not a stupid villain, how could he reveal his abilities to the enemy?
A look of embarrassment flashed across Bishop Mo's face, but he soon sighed. The bloody reality around him told him that he was powerless against Zhao Xuan.
The smile on Zhao Xuan's face quickly faded, and his expression became cold and stern. He looked down indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "This is the end of the small talk. Now that I belong to the Wuhun Palace here, I will give you two
The road is one of life and one of death. The living are on the left and the dead are on the right. You make your own choice."
After the words fell, the surviving soul masters on the field were slightly startled. Even though some soul masters ran towards Zhao Xuan's left hand direction with expressions of ecstasy, some soul masters stood there with calm faces and did not move.
Among the three bishops on the field, Bishop Mo and Bishop Sang looked at each other with twinkling eyes.
If they could live, who would want to die, let alone people like them who have great strength and have enjoyed glory and wealth, they don't want to die even more.
Bishop Mo's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said coldly to the two of them: "You two, you must think about the consequences of betraying Wuhun Palace!"
Hearing this, the two people who were originally a little interested suddenly hesitated. Zhao Xuan showed his big white teeth and said with a smile: "How about you go die now."
After the voice fell, those ordinary soul masters who were originally hesitant walked towards Zhao Xuan's left.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Bishop Mo suddenly rushed towards Zhao Xuan. His soul ring flickered, and he held a pitch-black halberd in his hand. As the seventh soul ring flashed, a phantom of the halberd appeared behind him.
"prick!"
A loud shout came from his mouth, and the shadow of the euphorbia behind him merged into the martial spirit in his hand. The entire euphorbia exuded black light. Under this black light, it seemed that everything was annihilated, and the void was also annihilated.
solidification.
The bodies of the two girls next to Zhao Xuan were so stiff that they could hardly move under the pressure. Zhao Xuan frowned slightly, then sighed and said to the rushing Bishop in front of him: "Stubborn."
As he spoke, the energy and blood in Zhao Xuan's whole body vibrated, and a thin layer of blood energy filled his body, and then he punched the void in front of him fiercely.
"Bang!"
A dull sound sounded from in front of Zhao Xuan, like a punch hitting the water. Every inch of space where the fist touched was destroyed by the powerful punch, and ripples suddenly appeared on the edge, rippling in all directions.
Bishop Mo, who was stabbing Zhao Xuan, suddenly felt that the halberd in his hand was stuck. Immediately, the entire halberd began to tremble violently. The powerful punch broke through the void and intersected with his halberd in an instant.
His whole arm was shaking violently, and the wave seemed to tear his arm off forcefully, and an abnormal flush appeared on his face.
"puff!"
After a moment of stalemate, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell to the ground with a "bang". As the soil splashed, a large pit appeared on the ground, and Bishop Mo lay in it, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Not far away from him, his black halberd was stretched upside down on the ground, with a cold light shining on the smooth halberd shaft.
It was as quiet as night all around, with the gentle breeze blowing slowly.
Both the two bishops and the other members of the Wuhun Palace looked at this scene in confusion, and then they all took a breath of air.
Especially the two bishops whose cultivation levels are similar to that of Bishop Mo feel like they are sweating on their backs. Their cultivation levels are both around level 82, which is one level lower than Bishop Mo. If this
Punch them.
The chubby Bishop Sang shivered, and then ran toward the team on the left with Zhao Xuan's half-smiling expression.