Chapter 5169 The death of Hou Yi, the canopy is enchanted?
"Houyi!"
Seeing this scene, Zhu Zu cried out in pain, and his figure quickly appeared in the front area of the red silk. He slashed out with his sword without hesitation, directly splitting the precious red silk into two.
After all this was done, Zhu Zu reached out and grabbed Hou Yi's soul, and said with a pair of eyes filled with sadness: "I'm sorry, I'm still a step too late for my brother!"
Click——
The sound of shattering resounded, and Hou Yi's Yuan Shen could be seen opening a gap at this moment. The energy of the Yuan Shen began to flow out rapidly, and it was obvious that he could not hold on for long.
"Brother!"
When death came, Hou Yi Yuanshen showed a bitter smile on his face, raised his head and said: "I don't blame anyone, I only regret that I made the wrong choice!"
"If I hadn't chosen the Twelve Ancestral Witches back then, I'm afraid my strength would be comparable to Li Zha's, so how could I have ended up like this?"
"Everything is fate. I failed Master's expectations and failed Master's hard work."
indeed!
When Hou Yi came to the Great Road, he immediately found the resources that Qing Emperor had left for them.
Those resources were extremely huge, enough for Hou Yi to break through the Hongmeng realm and even reach a higher level.
But Hou Yi chose to believe in the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He allocated resources to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, always thinking that with the help of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, more things could be accomplished.
However, the final result was contrary to his original idea.
The stronger the Twelve Ancestral Witches are, the more afraid of death they are. They even give up on the most powerful Twelve Capital Arrays out of fear that they will lose themselves. They don't even dare to have any thoughts about arrays like the Five Directions Nirvana Array.
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This also resulted in the Twelve Ancestral Witches becoming useless!
All of Hou Yi's plans had failed, and all of his expectations had turned into disappointment. If he had known this earlier, he would have ignored the existence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs in this world, and there is no regret medicine.
Click!
The sound of shattering resounded again, and one could clearly see that Hou Yi's soul collapsed at this moment, and was annihilated into ashes in Zhu Zu's hands at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"No~"
Seeing this scene, Zhu Zu cried out in pain.
Dead!
Another senior brother died.
This was definitely a huge blow to Zhu Zu.
The most important thing is that Hou Yi's death was really not worth it. If he had not naively believed in the Twelve Ancestral Witches back then, how would things like this have happened today.
For a moment, Zhu Zu looked a little ferocious. He raised his head and looked at Li Zha, who had taken back the red silk and was repairing it. He said with murderous intent in his eyes: "Li Zha, I want your life!"
After speaking, Zhu Zu no longer hesitated, picked up the long sword in his hand and headed towards the area where Li Zha was, intending to kill him in one fell swoop to Hou Yi, so that Mo Shang could avenge him.
Unfortunately, the reality is cruel.
Even if the broken Hong Ling cannot be recovered within a short period of time, there is no doubt about Li Zha's power.
Under such circumstances, Zhu Zu's surprise attack had no effect at all. With a huge gap in realm, Li Zha easily suppressed Zhu Zu with the treasure in his hand.
The two sides exchanged no less than a thousand moves in the blink of an eye, but Zhu Zu was unable to hurt Li Zha at all. Li Zha even left a lot of bullet holes in Zhu Zu's body, with blood constantly overflowing from them, making him look extremely embarrassed.
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At the same time, the situation of Zhu Zu and Demon Lord is not very good at the moment.
Faced with the dense siege by the monks from the dark world, they all tried their best to defend and resist, but the result was not very good.
As time went by, the consumption of mana in the two bodies was extremely serious, and even the Hongmeng Emperor's body was somewhat unable to withstand such consumption.
"We can't go on like this!"
"This group of people must be dealt with as soon as possible!"
With a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, Zhu Tianpeng tightened his grip on the Heavenly Master Sword, gritted his teeth, and desperately mobilized all the mana in his body, shouting: "The Emperor of Order, the Divine Tree!"
Buzz——
The golden light is bright, and the power of order sweeps out at this moment.
As golden chains flew out one after another, they directly pierced the bodies of all the monks near the area where Zhu Tianpeng was.
"ah……"
"ah……"
Screams resounded, and every monk in the dark world encountered a fatal crisis at this moment.
With their bodies pierced by the chains of order, their power began to drain away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even their lives were rapidly dissipating.
"Help me!"
"Help me quickly!"
Realizing their own crisis, the trapped monks from the dark world panicked.
No one is not afraid of death, and no one can truly put life and death aside. Under the current situation, each of their hearts is filled with boundless fear.
But their calls for help were of no use. Their companions had no intention of coming to rescue them. They picked up their weapons and attacked Zhu Tianpeng one by one.
It was obvious that he didn't care about his so-called companions, and more importantly, he wanted to kill Zhu Tianpeng.
"Coming!"
Seeing this situation, Zhu Tianpeng didn't have any fear.
At this moment, an abnormal blush appeared on his face, and the mana in his body that should have been exhausted actually began to increase in an extremely abnormal trend.
In just a few breaths, Zhu Tianpeng's magic power had been fully restored. Facing the attacking figures, he controlled the God Sword in his hand to burst out with even stronger power.
Suddenly, the sound of clattering chains was heard, and more chains could be seen coming out from Zhu Tianpeng's side, directly piercing through the bodies of all the monks who were close to him and imprisoning them in mid-air.
middle.
In just a quarter of an hour, this area has been reduced to a golden ocean, with countless chains moving in it, and endless wailing sounds constantly heard: "My strength, my cultivation, I don't want to die!"
"Why, why are you so powerful? This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"Save me, save me, why, why don't you save me!"
"..."
It can be clearly seen that the body of each monk was depleted at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a dozen breaths, they were all reduced to withered bones.
On the contrary, Zhu Tianpeng's own aura began to grow extremely strangely at this moment: the middle stage of the second-order Hongmeng person - the late stage of the second-order Hongmeng person - the small perfection of the second-order Hongmeng person!
Having reached the level of the second-level Hongmeng practitioner's small perfection, this growing trend paused for a moment, but it did not stop completely and continued to improve.
But Zhu Tianpeng was in an extremely bad state at the moment. Surrounded by blood-colored mist, his pair of dark eyes turned red, as if he was possessed, and he looked extremely horrifying.