Chapter 668 Counterattack
Ink painting looked puzzled.
Sacrifice?
What sacrifice?
Who is the sacrifice?
Mo Hua raised her eyes and looked forward.
Does the "sacrifice" refer to the black-clothed leader, or... the third evil eye on his forehead?
While Mo Hua looked at the evil eye, the evil eye trembled violently and kept rolling. At the same time, a "language" like a divine thought sounded sharply and thorned "ears":
"kill!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Ink painting was stunned.
The black-clothed leader also showed horror.
Since the eyes of the Lord of God have been lodged on him, he has never encountered such an urgent and irritable situation that the "Divine Eye" is so anxious and irritable, almost out of control.
Why did a mere hidden cultivator make the "Divine Eyes" so nervous, even a little bit...
Fear?
The order of the Lord of God shall not be violated.
The black-clothed leader raised his sword, but he did not attack Mo Hua first, but wanted to kill Cheng Mo and the other five who were covered by **** eyes, whose heart was unstable and unable to resist.
They must die when they see the eyes of the Lord of God.
They killed more than ten of their brothers and must die.
The black-clothed leader was in a hurry to kill.
Mo Hua noticed it instantly. He looked solemn and raised his fingers, trying to use water jail technique to stop it.
But before both of them could do anything, their evil eyes trembled violently again. It was covered in blood, staring at the ink painting, and the sound of their divine thoughts became more hoarse and sharp:
"Don''t worry about other livestock!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!!"
Blood even oozed out of the evil eyes.
The black-clothed leader looked painful, and his flesh and blood trembled and twisted.
He no longer hesitated and immediately pointed the spiritual sword surrounded by demonic energy at Mo Hua, gritting his teeth and said:
"Abide by the command of the Lord of God, I will kill this little devil!"
Mo Hua''s expression was not afraid, but was slightly surprised.
After a moment, his eyes lit up slightly, and a hint of sudden enlightenment appeared.
“God Lord…”
"I finally got the little tail..."
Mo Hua smiled slightly, then changed into a serious face and said arrogantly:
"You want to kill me? Just you?"
The black-clad leader frowned.
Mo Hua''s eyes turned cold, his fingers formed a sword together, and a rebellious and dangerous aura rose inexplicably.
"I''ll let you see it now. My flame spell is so powerful!"
The black-clothed leader was frightened by the momentum of ink painting and his heart sank.
People should not behave like appearance.
This little devil is young but has such amazing momentum, so he must have some means to keep his hands full.
and…
It must be a bit strange to make the Lord of God so afraid.
You can’t underestimate him just because he is young.
The black-clothed leader held the spiritual sword tightly, and the demonic energy was stimulated, and he was fully alert.
Mo Hua looked arrogant, and suddenly pointed his finger forward, with a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Fall Fire Forbidden Technique!"
Forbidden technique? !
The black-clothed leader was shocked when he heard this, and immediately he used all his demonic energy to block his body.
But after a moment, there was no sign of powerful spells coming in front of me.
The black-clothed leader looked down and saw a light blue water light wrapped around him, and the water-shaped chains locked him firmly in place.
It’s not a fire-based forbidden technique at all, but a water-based trap!
He looked up again and saw that the boy opposite had already run away, leaving only a small slippery back...
The black-clothed leader stood stunned for a moment, and a wave of evil fire couldn''t help but jump into his heart, making him tremble all over.
"This damn... little bastard!"
The eyes of the Lord of God are in front of him. In such a serious occasion, he actually... teased himself? !
It’s so despicable and shameless!
"I will tear you into pieces!"
The black-clothed leader said with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth.
With his sword, his demonic energy surged, and he smashed all the water chains wrapped around his body, and he wanted to chase Mo Hua.
Just as soon as he moved, he turned around and saw Cheng Mo and others.
He wanted to take advantage of the situation and kill these people first.
But the ink painting in the distance was filled with water, which accelerated the body movement.
If you don’t chase after me, it will delay the opportunity, and this little devil will not know where to escape...
The black-clothed leader spat and cursed, and the demonic energy wrapped around his body, turning into a black light, and leaped several times, chasing Mo Hua.
He was afraid that ink painting would escape.
I was also afraid that Mo Hua would meet with Dao Tingsi''s hawks and dogs.
In this way, if he cannot kill Mo Hua, he will disobey the orders of the Lord of God and face a terrible "Divine Punishment".
The black-clothed leader was afraid and couldn''t help but tremble.
So, this little devil will die!
…
In the mountains and forests late at night.
Two figures, one in front and the other behind, one fleeing and the other chasing.
The black-clothed leader chased after him for a moment, and felt a little relieved.
The direction of this little ghost''s escape was opposite to the location of the monk Daotingsi...
It is estimated that he has weak spiritual consciousness and limited perception range, so he cannot detect reinforcements from afar, so he ran around like a headless flies in the mountains...
In this way, I gave myself an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Without the lackeys of Daotingsi, everything is easy to do.
As long as you catch up with him, you can kill him!
Just a little ghost in the early stage of foundation building, his blood, energy, spiritual power is very weak, he only knows some disgusting spells, and he also likes to hide and hide in the dark...
Now that I have opened my "Divine Eyes" and have been blessed by the Lord of God, I can see through his concealment.
He no longer had the means to hide.
In addition, some disgusting spells and insidious means are fine. Just beware of it and there is no problem.
"This little devil can''t escape!"
The black-clothed leader sneered, speeded up his body movement, and chased Mo Hua.
Mo Hua''s back was a little panicked, as if he was afraid of being caught up. He ignored him and ran forward desperately, even seemed a little "panicked".
His escape direction was very erratic, and the more he escaped, the more he escaped.
At the beginning, I took some obvious mountain roads, but I was chased tightly behind and had no time to care about it. I walked on some rugged mountain roads, desolate valleys, and dead forests.
In the eyes of the black-clothed leader, this is tantamount to seeking death.
The chase continues...
The night is as thick as ink, and the moon is as cold as frost.
I don’t know how long I escaped, but in a valley with three sides and dead woods, Mo Hua was finally caught up.
The black-clothed leader picked up the spiritual sword, and a sword light wrapped in demonic energy slashed towards Mo Hua.
The shadow of water flashed in Mo Hua''s body, and he avoided it dangerously, but he was breathing heavily when he landed on the ground, looking very embarrassed.
The black-clothed leader sneered, "You run again?"
Mo Hua''s face was pale, "Why do you want to kill me?"
The black-clothed leader approached Mo Hua step by step, with a contemptuous smile on his face, "God is the main thing, you die, you have to die!"
Ink Hua stepped back step by step and asked in fear:
"Then did you abduct monks and follow the orders of the ''God Lord''?"
The black-clothed leader was about to say something, but when he said something, he still held back and snorted coldly:
"You don''t deserve to know."
He stepped forward.
Mo Hua was still retreating and said nervously: "Don''t come over..."
The black-clothed leader had a cold spiritual consciousness, and the demonic energy on the sword was deep, and he was fully focused. He stared at Mo Hua''s movements, blocking Mo Hua''s escape route, and approaching Mo Hua step by step.
The ink painting has eyes like a deer and looks pitiful.
But this could not be shaken at all, the black-clothed leader was cold and murderous.
Seeing that he was blocked in the corner and had no choice but to avoid it, Mo Hua gritted his teeth and said, "Come here again, I..."
The black-clothed leader had already raised his sword and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So what if I come here?"
The horror on Mo Hua''s face disappeared, her eyes were clear and deep, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Come here again, I will kill you."
The black-clothed leader was stunned, and then his eyes suddenly widened.
From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a trace of fire from the soles of his feet.
It’s still a familiar aura, a familiar formation.
The black-clothed leader wanted to avoid this time, but found that at some point, a large formation had been laid on the ground, and there was no way to avoid it.
At this time the formation is activated.
The array patterns are bright red, connected to each other, forming several Lihuo formations.
Before the black-clothed leader thought about it, the formation exploded in an instant.
Fires rose everywhere and flames rose.
Accompanied by several "booms" sounds one after another, the black-clothed leader was completely swallowed by the flames.
The formation exploded, and the flaming spiritual power generated was raging in the valley.
But these flames, as soon as they approached the ink painting, avoided them in a flash, as if they did not dare to offend the "master" of the formation.
The ink painting was right beside it, the fire in the pupils was extinguished, and I quietly watched the black-clothed leader being obscured by the flames.
After more than ten days, the fire stopped.
The smoke of gunpowder also dissipated, revealing the figure of the head in black.
His body was bruised by the flames, covered with burnt marks, and the masked face was also burned by the flames, revealing his face covered by the black scarf.
This is a pretty young face.
Although I was burned by the fire, the vague outline could still be seen.
Mo Hua didn''t know him, so he looked a little unfamiliar.
The black-clothed leader subconsciously wanted to cover his face with his hands, but thinking that he had been seen by Mo Hua for so long, he simply stopped trying to cover up the truth.
The true face was exposed, and the black-clothed leader calmed down.
He looked at Mo Hua coldly, "This time, you are really dead."
Mo Hua sighed, "You have said this too many times, and my ears are calloused." After saying that, Mo Hua said with a pity, "I don''t know if I die, but you almost died just now."
The black-clothed leader showed anger and vomited a mouthful of blood.
This little devil is so arrogant!
But he was also trembling in his heart and was very puzzled.
The black-clothed leader looked at Mo Hua with a cold look, "When did you set up the formation? Why, I didn''t see the formation flag or the formation plate?"
Mo Hua smiled and said, "I won''t tell you."
The black-clothed leader could not stand his cute and hateful look, and immediately the demonic energy surged up and rushed towards Mo Hua with his sword.
At the same time, a stronger demonic energy surged from his heart.
This demonic energy merged with the flesh and blood of the black-clothed leader, repairing his injuries, and also replacing spiritual power and flowing through other meridians.
When the black-clothed leader raised his sword, he was seriously injured and his moves were a little stagnant.
But after the demonic energy surged, the aura suddenly surged, faster, the sword moves were more powerful, and the demonic energy wrapped around the sword was stronger.
He is fighting desperately.
Use the original demonic energy and kill this little devil at all costs!
The sword energy is fierce and the demon energy is raging. I want to put Mo Hua to death.
But whenever the sword energy is mixed with demonic energy and wants to chop on Mo Hua, Mo Hua can always avoid it in a tiny way.
The black-clothed leader is one step faster, and the ink painting is one step faster.
Like a sword slashing through the flowing water.
Ink paintings transform into water with their body, and can always flow from the blade.
The black-clothed leader was shocked.
"The Zhang family''s passing steps?!"
Then he shook his head again, "No, it doesn''t look like... the water step is not so exquisite and weird..."
The black-clad leader frowned.
At this moment, a fire flashed in the soles of my feet.
The head in black jumped away like a terrified bird.
Then the formation patterns hooked into a formation and exploded instantly. Although the formation speed was very fast, it was still too conspicuous.
The black-clothed leader was bombed twice, so he was wary of it, but he still avoided it.
The formation did not explode.
But despite this, the black-clothed leader was still shocked.
This time he could see clearly that without a formation flag, a formation plate, or even a formation media, Ling Mo meandered on the ground by himself and formed a formation according to the formation pivot structure.
"No media formation?"
No…
The black-clothed leader frowned and pondered, and suddenly realized:
"It''s not that there is no media to form a formation, but that the ground is used as a mediator... to draw it into a formation?"
He suddenly looked up and stared at the ink painting, unable to believe:
"Who are you?"
"What''s the relationship with the Di Sect?"
Mo Hua was stunned and then frowned.
This person knows a lot...
What is his identity?
In fact, just by these few fights, I discovered some causal opportunities in my body and formation...
This trafficker cannot be kept!
And the black-clad leader also dared not leave ink paintings.
His face was seen by Mo Hua.
Moreover, the body technique and formation of the ink painting are obvious, and they have extraordinary origins and great causes and effects.
You must kill it early, and then find Mr. Tu to cover up the cause and effect to prevent future troubles.
At the same time, a severe pain came from his forehead.
This is the eyes of the Lord of God, urging him.
Urge him to kill this little devil quickly.
There was even a hint of fear in this urging.
It seems that the divine eyes sensed something indescribable through the formation of this little ghost.
"kill!"
The black-clothed leader''s eyes sank, his sword moves became faster, and his demonic energy became more fierce, forcing Mo Hua to do his best and deal with his steps.
Under such suppression, the ink painting had no time to set up the formation.
Similarly, as long as Mo Hua is not careful, he is injured by the sword energy, or his body is corrupted by the demon energy, he will immediately die on the spot.
The black-clothed leader''s offensive is getting more and more urgent.
Although ink painting has always been able to dodge based on its body skills, it is obviously becoming more and more difficult.
At this moment, the evil eyes on the forehead of the black-clothed leader suddenly flourished, emitting a scarlet light, covering the ink painting.
Although the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua can be unaffected by evil eyes, it is suddenly covered by blood. The spiritual consciousness is inevitably stopped and the body is also sluggish.
This slight delay was caught by the black-clothed leader.
He slashed down with a sword, and the demonic energy turned into a rainbow and headed straight for Mo Hua.
Mo Hua gritted her teeth, and her spiritual sense reached its extreme. A trace of ghost shadow appeared on the vanishing water step, and her body was even faster. Only then could she avoid this demonic energy suddenly.
But he was also unbalanced, and he sprained his steps and fell to the ground with a "ouch".
The black-clothed leader sneered and slashed at him with another sword.
With this sword, he exerted a lot of demonic energy, and wanted to kill Mo Hua with one sword, once and for all.
Avoid Mo Hua''s body with some protective spiritual weapon. He can''t kill him with one sword, and he has to make up for another sword.
So, this sword has accumulated strength for a little longer.
After a little more energy was accumulated, the black-clothed leader suddenly shrank his pupils when he slashed the sword again.
He discovered that the ink painting was gone!
From the corner of my eyes, I saw a light blue light of water around him.
Behind him, a flame was condensed.
The black-clothed leader trembled in his heart.
He inexplicably thought of the words Mo Hua said before:
"I''ll let you see it now. My flame spell is so powerful..."
From the Fire Forbidden Technique?
It won’t be...that fire art, right?
**** it…
The black-clothed leader was as if he was facing a great enemy. He condensed the demonic energy into armor in horror and protected him around him. Then he quickly turned his head and glanced at him, and a fireball storm hit his face.
This fireball technique is just an ordinary fireball technique.
It is not very powerful, and it does not even break his demonic energy.
More like a...
Humiliation.
The black-clothed leader was silent for a moment, his expression completely ferocious.
"Little beast!"
"You fucking, are you still playing with me?!"
All of them are dead, but they still don’t know how to live or die, teasing themselves again and again!
The black-clothed leader''s eyes were bloodshot, and the demonic energy was like a wave, surging and rolling.
He held a long sword in his hand and went crazy, regardless of his carelessness, and desperately slashed at Mo Hua.
Inside the valley, sword energy and demon energy were intertwined.
The sword energy cut out sword marks, and the demon energy corrodes the grass and trees.
Mo Hua''s figure became even more embarrassed.
But despite this, he would take the time to throw a fireball or two and blast into the black-clothed leader''s face.
The damage is not great and the insult is extremely strong.
The black-clothed leader had a stronger murderous intent and his sword moves were more fierce. He slashed and sarcastically said:
"Where is your forbidden art of the fire?"
"That''s it?"
"Just a few fireballs?"
"Isn''t your formation powerful? Do you use it again?"
"Little beast, let me see, are your flame spells powerful?!"
…
I don’t know how long it took to insult this way, but the black-clothed leader was tired and a little dazed, so he looked at him again.
The ink painting took advantage of this gap and flashed, the water light suddenly disappeared, and then disappeared from the black-clothed leader.
At the same time, the black-clothed leader felt the breath of Mo Hua and the faint breath of flame behind him.
Still a familiar feeling...
But this time, the black-clothed leader only sneered contemptuously.
He did not dodge.
Under the devil’s energy, the armor was condensed.
There is no other means of defense either.
Instead, he slashed his sword with his backhand, condensed his demonic energy, and wanted to use the fireball technique to kill Mo Hua.
But when the sword was halfway through, the head and the black-clothed person suddenly became shocked and his body was covered in cold weather.
He felt that the breath behind him was a little wrong.
It is not a fireball, but two fireballs condense at the same time.
After the fireball condensed, in a flash, a powerful spiritual sense came, and then there was a tearing howling sound.
It seems that something has collapsed and merged.
What followed was an extremely condensed, extremely hot, and the aura of flame that was condensed and compressed into, even terrifying...
A crisp but cold sound sounded in my ear:
"I''ll let you see it now, my flame spell..."
The black-clothed leader''s pupils trembled.
"This is?!"
At the critical moment, he wanted to turn around and activate the demonic energy to protect his whole body, but it was too late.
Behind the black-clothed leader, Mo Hua rubbed his two little hands.
A lilac "little meteorite" containing powerful psionic energy is fusion.
Then he quickly looked and handed, and instantly pressed the "little meteorite" on the back of the black-clothed leader.
Huge spiritual energy was released in an instant.
The spiritual power is twisting, and the surging flames are raging.
The black-clothed leader felt that his chest was stuffed into nearly a hundred "fire talismans", and it exploded at the same time. The terrifying flames strangled his flesh, spiritual power, and demonic energy together, burning and destroying it.
Then a dazzling discolored fire broke through his chest.
The black-clothed leader looked incredible.
"How could it be...forbidden technique?"
He looked down at the big hole in his chest that was burned out, his pupils were shocked and then gradually lost focus.
His body slowly fell to the ground, losing his breath.
?Thank you for your reward~
The debt will be paid.
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(This chapter ends)