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Chapter 240: Cremation is better(1/2)

The one-eyed eyes were as open as the moon, and ink-like liquid oozing out of the dark pupils.

It was thick and dark, but it did not flow down He Xiutu's naked back, as if it was carried by an invisible force and rippled out.

A huge black sphere condensed in the air.

The sphere is as round as deep black jade, but when it faces the frost leaves with the scattered flames in Ling Tiansu's hand, it cannot reflect any luster, as if it can absorb any light in the world.

Ling Tiansu used the sword very quickly, and the black ball condensed at the same time. It was just a breathing time, and the blade of Frost Leaf had already touched the surface of the black ball.

The frost leaf blade easily breaks through the surface of the black ball, like cutting through running water, and easily divides the huge black ball into two.

Until the blade completely escaped from the black sphere, the frost leaf blade returned to the cold blade of autumn water again, no longer covered with a trace of blue flame.

Ling Tiansu's face was slightly dark, because the disappearance of the Netherworld Tribulation Fire was not his deliberate restraint.

Instead, the Netherworld Tribulation Fire he released was completely absorbed by the strange black ball.

The black ball that was split into two was now like flowing water. The water was cut off and flowing even more, merged again and returned to a round shape.

The Netherworld Tribulation Fire on the Frost Leaf Knife was sucked cleanly as if it was a suction cup. The five-foot-long flame disappeared and returned to the shape of a short knife again.

The blue flame was at the cut, as if it was torn into the cut by some powerful suction force, and there was no trace of the cut that was restored.

The deep black completely covered the faint blue and could no longer reflect a trace of fire.

Ling Tiansu's body slowly landed on the ground, and his eyes were deep at the black ball behind He Xiutu, and he was deeply puzzled.

Suddenly, it is said that the Netherworld Tribulation Fire is his nemesis, but why not only does not play a slight role, but his Netherworld Tribulation Fire has been swallowed up all of them.

Under Ling Tiansu's puzzled gaze, He Xiutu's body suddenly stopped moving.

It would be better to say that when the pentagram gathered and black tears were seeped out, he stopped moving.

It was as if he had lost some command, and he stood there in a sluggish and distorted manner.

The black one-eyed eyes on his back, which shed tears, no longer remained perfect, and his wide open eyes narrowed slightly.

The black ball seemed to be attracted, and it surged uneasyly and no longer round. The inside of the ball seemed to be supported by some force to form an irregular volume.

After a short period of hard work, it turned into a black liquid again, flew backwards into the black one-eyed eye, and slowly penetrated into the blue-black skin.

The black one-eyed eyes slightly turned, and looked at Ling Tiansu's side strangely, but did not take the initiative to attack.

Then, with a hint of fatigue, he slowly closed his eyes and turned into a long black line again, which faded away.

Ling Tiansu's eyes flashed. Although the black one-eyed eyes disappeared, the black pentagram pattern on He Xiutu's back still existed.

But he found that the five-pointed star had quietly faded into a corner, and at first glance, it looked more like a four-pointed star.

I seemed to understand something in my heart. It’s not that the Netherworld Tribulation Fire did not work, but that the effect was not very obvious.

After sucking the yin energy here, the power of the Nether Clan hidden in his body has grown a lot.

If you want to pull it out completely, you may have to work hard.

Thinking of this, Ling Tiansu couldn't help but complain.

That woman was really looking for trouble. She ordered him to throw it away and insisted on throwing it into this mass grave, which caused him to waste a lot of effort and time.

There are still two corpses waiting for him to deal with.

After the black one-eyed eyes disappeared, He Xiutu, who was standing still, moved again.

The hands were waving irregularly, and the hard palms of steel were waving and rubbing in the air, erasing the sound of metal breaking the wind.

He tilted his head, looked at Ling Tiansu with his eyes curled up, and rushed towards him again, but his body folded into a strange shape of ninety degrees, his hands formed a palm shape, and he ran straight to him.

Ling Tiansu reacted very quickly, and turned his attack sideways, and a backhanded slash, jammed his hard palms with a "ding" sound, while his right hand reached the hilt of the Winter knife around his waist.

Winter was unsheathed, and a touch of white frost poured out of the sheath as soon as the blade was unsheathed!

The blood and blood in the trench no longer rolled and bubbled, but instead frozen.

The blue flames quietly extinguished, and the air no longer had the burnt smell after the high temperature.

At this time, the sky was full of stars, dry and cold air, cold currents rolled, and the desolate mass graves... snowflakes were flying.

He Suo's black and red face seemed to be about to be frozen, and he quickly threw away the broken hilt in his hand.

Under the frost, the knife handle in my hand was so uncomfortable. I rubbed my hands and blew the white mist, and my eyes were filled with surprise.

This young man is actually a dual cultivation of ice and fire!

At this moment, Winter released its own frost without reservation. Although He Xiutu was not afraid of pain after his death, he was extremely brave.

But under this terrifying cold and warmth, the already stiff body frozen even more slowly, and a handful of frost leaves in the left hand was enough to control him.

The Winter Blade with his right hand cuts through the cold airflow and hits He Xiutu's black pentagram back hard.

All the dark gold power in the knife is released!

At that moment, He Suo's pupils widened, and the exquisite short knife reflected in his pupils.

But at this moment, for him, the short sword was no longer a short sword, but a giant beast mountain lingering with the world.

He thought to himself, how could the delicate and small blade give people such a strong contrast?

The moment the knife fell, the terrifying heavy force seemed to have blew the air in the square, and the explosion was crushed and exploded.

It seems like a long but actually a short moment, but the blade can no longer be described as cutting or cutting.

But it hit hard!

The blade hit He Xiutu's back hard.

When colliding with the black pentagram, Hesuo saw a terrifying sound wave fainting from the two forces.

He saw the sound waves rippling layer by layer like water dizzy, but he could not hear any terrifying sound, silent and terrifying.

The next moment, a severe stinging pain came from the eardrum.

ah!!!

He Suo covered his ears and wanted to scream, but in fact he was the moment when the pain was transmitted to his brain.

He had already subconsciously exhaled in pain, but obviously, his insignificant scream was covered by the sound waves triggered by the two terrifying forces.

He can't hear it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

He covered his ears with pain, curled up in a pitiful position and squatted on the ground.

He had no time to watch the boy's wonderful battle, and the pain in his ears left his brain blank.

Two lines of dampness and heat slowly flow out from the tip of the nose, and the fishy smell filled the entire nasal cavity.

His chin was against his knees, and his eyes were blankly watching the warm liquid falling between his nose dyed the dark land on his ground red.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were calm, and when the silent sound wave touched his cheek, the whole body was full of coldness.

The ethereal coldness rises up, and silent things naturally have invisible things to overcome them.

Layers of invisible sound waves stagnated in front of Ling Tiansu's cheeks, swept by the frost, frozen into layers of frost, falling on the remains of the corpse below.

He Xiutu was hit hard on the ground very simply and decisively.

The corpse under him was immediately squeezed and deformed under this force of gravity, and then turned into dust.

And Winter was still pressing steadily on his back.

From inside his body, the sound of steel breaking and breaking came. It was He Xiutu's bones breaking.

The stuck hands were hanging down weakly, as soft as noodles. They struggled a few times but couldn't get up.

Ling Tiansu Shu started to sip. It seemed that it would not be a short time to eradicate the power of the Nether Clan in his body. He had to control him first and then slowly remove him.

On the back, the pentagram pattern on the skin was looming.

The tip of the Frost Leaf Knife in the left hand stabbed without hesitation and pierced deeply into the corner of the five-pointed star.

The Netherworld Tribulation Fire burned again, and from the wound on his back, invading into his body like flowing water.

The black blood quagmirely evaporated, and He Xiutu struggled so hard, like a maggot suffering from boiling water, twisting hard.

Ling Tiansu constantly catalyzed the internal energy of this body, and the Netherworld Tribulation Fire poured into He Xiutu's body more and more terrifyingly.

Gradually, He Xiutu's blue body turned into a dark blue.

Every inch of the body's skin emits a terrifying high temperature.

The dark blue color made his body emit a blue light. As he struggled, a cluster of flames occasionally burst out from his pores.

The vertical marks appeared again, and Ling Tiansu pressed down fiercely in his hand.

The coldness frozen the vertical mark tightly, and the thick frost prevented the strange one-eyed from breaking away again.

The body of ice and fire ignited a bright blue fire on He Xiutu's body.

Until his body is no longer enough to carry the injection of the Netherworld Tribulation Fire.

Every pore and every inch of skin finally got a lot of Netherworld Tribulation Fire.

Ling Tiansu stood with his sword in his arms, looking at He Xiutu, who was unable to struggle any longer on the ground.

His body shrank sharply, and it was the flame that burned out the only nutrients left in his body.
To be continued...
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