Just like the face-changing in Sichuan Opera, it is constantly changing!
Sometimes he is a kind-hearted old monk, sometimes he is a middle-aged man laughing and scolding, sometimes he is an expressionless young man, sometimes he is a ferocious ghost, sometimes he looks like a demon...
In the end, they all shattered into pieces and turned into a black piece with no facial features and no face!
This is indeed the case.
As the master craftsman of General Mingwei's camp, this guy has already transformed his body into something completely different from a human being. I'm afraid even ghosts and monsters are more human than this guy...
In addition, Huan Wuqing's back also has many metal frames growing from the shoulder blades down to the groin.
There are spider-leg-shaped ones, huge ghost claw-shaped ones, bat-wing-like ones...all kinds of weird things. This guy has simply turned himself into a hybrid monster.
If Fu Yang, Wei Ke and others were present, seeing this scene, they would instantly think of the kind of creature that could switch between various forms that they saw in the basement of Tang Li’s best friend’s family’s villa in the eastern suburbs.
Ghost.
It is clearly of the same origin as the thing in front of me!
Obviously, the transformation of ghosts and monsters should be the work of this Huan Qingqing lineage. It is estimated that his seniors cooperated with the First Group of Ten Thousand Gods...
Back to business.
It's a bit long to describe all this, but it's actually just a flash of lightning.
In just two or three seconds, Huan Qingqing automatically completed the transformation from "human" to "non-human".
This is his... ultimate physical form!
Makangshan next to him took a deep breath.
I thought in my heart: "Although this damn master of Pantheon is arrogant and arrogant, he is indeed a terrifying and terrible guy. Looking at this look, I don't know which form he is in... If he had just fought with me in a martial arts competition,
It's revealed. I'm afraid..."
But when he thought about it again, he felt that he had just had a casual battle with this ruthless figure. He had not shown his true fighting strength!
But it was said that Huan Qingqing was intimidated by the extremely evil aura exuding from Zhao An's body, and could not control himself and showed his ultimate form.
But I still feel like a weak lamb, trembling in the face of a ferocious predator. I don't even dare to move, just staring at the opponent...
Staring at his right arm, which had become increasingly corroded and then flew into the air!
"This kind of power is beyond your imagination. Just open your eyes and see. This is what we will truly achieve through our cooperation."
Zhao An roared at the top of his lungs, and then stretched out his index finger with force!
Buzz!!!
In the void, there seemed to be a sound of silk being torn. A beam of extremely black light shot out from his fingertips.
Cutting through the distance of more than ten meters between the two people, it seemed to be faster than lightning.
Shoot towards the fantasy!
Although this beam of black light is small, less than an inch in diameter, its power almost suffocates Mount Makang who is far away!
He even felt that if he was the one facing this dark beam of light, he might not even be able to think of resisting.
Huan Qingqing had more than a dozen arms of different shapes, all blocking the front of his body. At the same time, a thick metal carapace similar to tortoise shell patterns appeared on the tall and thin body, covering the body...
But it has no effect at all!
The jet-black beam silently penetrated the defenses of his dozens of arms, and easily penetrated his seemingly incomparably solid metal carapace.
Then it penetrated directly through his body!
It penetrated from the abdomen and continued to fly backwards...
In the blink of an eye, it penetrated more than a dozen trees that even adults could not hug. Finally, it hit a cliff and a mountain, where a hole of unknown depth appeared!
And after this blow.
Zhao An's right hand made a crisp "click" sound.
It must be that he couldn't withstand such terrifying force, and the bones in his right arm were completely shattered.
At this moment, the tall body was trembling uncontrollably. Waves of extremely frightened and seemingly extremely excited voices came from his flat black face with no facial features - I don’t know where it came from. the sound of.
"This, this is indeed the power of darkness! Yes, it is this kind of power. Only this kind of power will make me unable to resist even in the final form. Hahaha, Zhao An, you don't have it It’s a lie. You have indeed received the gift of darkness... We, the Pantheon Cult, will fully cooperate with you."
Huan Qingqing's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and madness.
His three-meter-high body began to slowly shrink, and at the same time, the dozen weird and disgusting arms quickly retracted into the body. A specific appearance appeared on the face without facial features - it was different from the one before. He turned into a young man with a gloomy face. He probably had a different face.
For the masters of the general camp, face-changing is as simple as drinking water and eating...
In just a second or two, Huan Qingqing returned to his normal appearance. He was just very weak. Judging from the fluctuations in the spiritual energy, he was probably only about the size of Erlu Zhenren at this time. His abdomen was still weak. There was a hole as big as a fist, bleeding out, and internal organs such as intestines could be vaguely seen, but he didn't care.
Zhao An, who was on the opposite side, quickly put the opened silver talisman back on with his left hand. Then he nailed the two black slender wooden nails back into the flesh...
The Seven Mysterious Black Evils were destroyed and sealed again.
After doing all this, the extremely terrifying evil aura on his body disappeared. He once again became the aura of a relatively normal evil and powerful person.
His eyes looked a little tired, and it was obvious that using this kind of power once was a great torture and test for him.
Makangshan walked next to him and looked at the arm whose skin had completely disappeared, the superficial muscles were ulcerated, and the internal bones were broken.
Ask him: "How is your right arm?"
Zhao An grinned: "This is nothing at all."
As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand and tapped it gently. A black light flashed, and it recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye...
After half a minute, at least it looked normal on the surface.
"If you rest for a day or two, you'll be fine."
Makangshan nodded and said nothing more.
It can be seen from this action and dialogue.
There is still some emotional element between Zhao An and him, at least compared to the purely cooperative relationship compared to the Pantheon Cult. He and the Macang family have a deep connection... (Chapter 4 ends, today No additional updates)