Chapter Five Hundred and Fifteen: Killing Chen Xing
On the edge of the giant pit, Wang Du hit the tree trunk hard and fell to the ground. His eyes trembled as he stared at the battlefield in the distance that was still in ruins.
A stream of heat flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, and he clenched his fingers tightly, but he didn't feel any pain at all even though they were dripping with blood.
"Shiraimu..."
Recalling the stray dog lost on the street in his memory, and then recalling every minute he spent with him, Wang Du felt as if he had lost his soul at this time.
His teeth were clenched tightly and his gums were oozing with blood. There was a bloody taste in his mouth.
Supporting his already weak body with trembling palms, he stood up slowly and took a deep look at the place where Qi Jin Wu Quan died.
Wang Du suddenly turned his head and ran away like crazy, ignoring the pain in his body. The breeze blew away the leaves and let the sunlight shine on Wang Du's face.
Tears mixed with snot and blood covered Wang Du's somewhat distorted face.
His teeth were biting his lips tightly, and his blood-filled eyes expressed deep-seated hatred, but even so, Wang Du did not make a sound.
He understood that in order to protect himself, Bai Mu ignited his own essence and blood to fight for a way out for him.
At this time, the road under his feet is the continuation of his life!
"I can't fall down. I want to avenge it. I want to completely destroy the Ghost Sect and skin them all!"
Wang Du kept repeating the words in his mind to hypnotize himself. The remaining spiritual power in his body dried up rapidly during the escape but was instantly converted into burning spiritual blood to persevere.
Whoosh…
A sharp arrow whirled at high speed and penetrated the tree trunk with a roar, piercing Wang Du's left leg and causing blood to fly out. The tyrannical force knocked Wang Du over to the ground and collapsed him in the dirt.
Without any hesitation, Wang Du roared low and pulled out the sharp arrow stuck in his leg. The sharp barbs hooked the flesh and blood, and red threads hung out.
Kicking hard with his right leg, Wang Du gasped and limped forward with difficulty. The roar struck again and penetrated Wang Du's remaining right leg, pinning him to the ground.
"ah!"
Veins popped up on Wang Du's forehead. He had lost his legs and dug his fingers into the soil. The muscles of his arms moved his body forward inch by inch, leaving a long trail of blood underneath him.
"The former guardian cadre of the Ghost and God Sect is now lying on the ground like a dog."
"No...no no, no, that's not right. That bitch was exactly the same as you when he died, hahahaha..."
Chen Xing wiped off the blood on his face with his fingers and put it in his mouth. He stared at Wang Du who was nailed to the ground with terrifying eyes and laughed loudly.
"Chen Xing!"
Hearing the joking and mocking "bitch" from Chen Xing's mouth, Wang Du, who had collapsed on the ground, stood up ferociously, ignoring the arrow on his leg and grabbed Chen Xing's heart with his fingers.
"Trash, you are only alive because I want to see more of your pain."
He kicked Wang Du in the face and pushed him into the ground. Chen Xing smiled grimly, rubbed the soles of his feet hard, put his fingers on the top of the arrow and pressed hard.
"ah!"
The severe pain restored Wang Du's consciousness, which had fainted. His weak limbs were shaking frequently but could not be lifted up again. Only his eyes were still staring at Chen Xing without any deviation.
The hatred that was so deep into his bones made Chen Xing tremble in his heart, and he stepped harder on Wang Du's cheek.
"Look, I want you to go down and see that dead dog right now."
The blood in Chen Xing's palm condensed into a bloody blade, and he raised it angrily and stabbed Wang Du's eyeball hard.
In one breath, starlight guided the tip of the bloody blade and shattered it. Starlight shone on Luo Xing's fingertips in the shadow of the jungle. Wu Meng and Mu Xueru walked out slowly beside him.
"Ghost blood pattern? Ghost and God Sect..."
Wu Meng's fists were clenched tightly, and his feet stepped into the soil. His figure instantly turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of Chen Xing. A stream of red-gold armor suddenly covered the surface of Wu Meng's arms, igniting fire and hitting Chen Xing's abdomen hard like a sandbag.
Hit hard.
"Ahem... Demon Sealing Master."
In the dust, Chen Xing slowly stood up and tore the burning clothes to the ground. The dense blood lines on Chen Xing's abdomen gathered together to cushion Wu Meng's punch.
"Qi Ling Jiuzhen... you almost succeeded."
Chen Xing's mouth trembled and his eyes stared ugly at the sudden appearance of Wu Meng. From the punch just now, he knew that the realm of this demon sealing master was not inferior to his own.
The curved back slowly straightened. Chen Xing raised his arms. The eyes of several Ghosts and Gods Cult members who had been following him suddenly flashed with blood. The black cloaks bulged up like balloons, and then broke into pieces and escaped.
, the viscous liquid escaped from the sarcoma and turned into an ugly half-human, half-demon look.
Several people opened their mouths and opened their throats and let out several beast-like howls. A fishy smell filled the air, and the irrational beast fell straight on Wu Meng with his hands on the ground.
The hungry tiger leaped into the air to pounce on its food, and while a few people were still in the air, a cold light burst out, and several heads fell to the ground like rain.
"There is actually another one."
Seeing that the latest product of the laboratory was chopped down in an instant, Chen Xing gritted his teeth and turned to stare at Mu Xueru, whose sword was still unsheathed in front of the crowd.
Cursing secretly in his heart, he glanced at the ground and summoned the demon bee that had suffered a lot of damage before. He furrowed his brows and secretly signaled the demon bee to kill Wang Du on the ground.
The compound eyes of the Lost Arrow Demon Bee flashed, and its tail squirmed and spit out a poisonous stinger. Just when it was about to open its bow and draw an arrow, the sunlight above its head gradually disappeared, and a black shadow enveloped it from behind.
I saw the Nushan Dry Land Bear behind the swarm of the Nasty Arrow Demon, clasping its palms together and closing them inward with great force, creating a wave of air with terrifying power.
The wingspan of the Demon Bee was trembling rapidly. Just as it was about to escape, a sword light flashed across the sky again, blocking the route that the Demon Bee tried to escape.
After just less than a second of hesitation, the Demon Bee lost no time to escape and was squeezed between it like a sandwich by the bear's paws in the dry land of Nu Mountain.
The compound eyes flashed crazily, and the many tentacles set up forcedly supported the shrinking paws of the Nushan dryland bear.
But in the face of the huge power gap, it could only be squeezed inward little by little, exploding into a ball of blood and mud that splashed on the leaves and rocks.
"Double Soul Summoning..."
The sudden appearance of the Nushan Dryland Bear made Chen Xing's face look even more ugly. Looking at the members of the Tiger Regiment and Mu Xueru who were already surrounded, Chen Xing roared and the blood lines on his body glowed with dazzling blood.
The bones of both arms crackled and pierced through the skin to form a mantis knife. His legs were weirdly bent and he suddenly appeared in front of Wu Meng. The mantis knife was wrapped in evil energy and struck Wu Meng's forehead.
The other mantis sword that seemed to be attacking Wu Meng was secretly slashing at Wang Du's neck.
"NND, you look down on me..."
Wu Meng took a step back with his right foot and lunged down to distance himself. He clenched his fist with his left hand and raised his shoulder, igniting fire and striking the mantis knife that was feinting at Chen Xing. The fingers of his right hand were like pliers and accurately grabbed the other mantis knife that was stabbing Wang Du.
"Sure enough, I fell into the trap..."
Chen Xing raised his head and stared at Wu Meng with bloodthirsty eyes that almost turned into brown compound eyes. This idiot actually stopped all his attacks for a stranger.
With a ferocious laugh, Chen Xing suddenly grew a sarcoma on his back. While blood was dripping, a mantis knife pierced out of the sarcoma and slashed straight towards Wu Meng's throat.
"You're hundreds of years too early to play dirty tricks with grandpa."
The temperature of the Yongyan True Scale Armor on Wu Meng's body increased sharply, and the lavender flames spread from Wu Meng's hands to Chen Xing's body, burning like they had found prey, exuding an unbearable high temperature.