Chapter 118 Kidnapping an Angel (Please subscribe and vote monthly)

The battle between the two men in the camp was at a very fast pace, and it took almost as long as Ji Xunduo to look at it before the result was known.

The hunchbacked old man was punched through the abdomen.

With this kind of injury, it looks like he won't be able to survive.

However, just when Ji Xun thought it was over, something unexpected happened...

The magic luster on the body of the hunchbacked old man lit up, and a black and white luster suddenly burst out from the cross beside him.

Looking again, the sleepwalking masked angel in the sky seemed to have been stimulated by something, holding his head and wailing in pain.

No sound was made.

But everyone in the entire camp clearly heard the hysterical wailing.

The angel seemed to be in unbearable pain, his hands clawed ferociously, and he began to tear off the bandage on his face.

"What's going on?"

Ji Xun had a premonition that something big was going to happen, but he didn't know what was going to happen.

He even transformed into a werewolf just in case.

However, after the transformation, the sense of crisis that made people's hair explode became even stronger.

In mid-air in the distance, the angel ripped off the bandage covering his face.

In an instant, everyone saw a pair of red pupils flowing with golden blood.

At the moment he saw it, the angel's whole body began to tremble like cicadas, which was strange and chilled his soul.

The real harvest of death begins at this moment.

"what happened!"

Ji Xun didn't understand anything, he just watched the people who were still alive around the camp, falling down in pieces like wheat.

All the white smoke-like souls were pulled out of the body and turned into tens of thousands of threads, converging on the angel's shadow.

How did those people die?

Ji Xun didn't understand.

Just blinked, my eyes wanted to see more clearly.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked: "Teleport!"

At this moment, he finally understood how the hunters in the camp died.

Because at this time, the angel had already appeared in front of Ji Xun's face.

At this moment, the hair on Ji Xunlang's body stood on end, as if he was staring face to face with the God of Death.

Finally, he understood what was going on with that weird tremor!

The Weeping Angel moves at a speed that is beyond the scope of human vision, absorbs human souls and then returns to their original positions.

In the blink of an eye, He had already moved back thousands of times.

That's why people can see the trembling double image like cicadas with the naked eye.

The moment they looked at each other, Ji Xun clearly felt goosebumps all over his body, as if his heart had stopped for a moment.

Even with his current state of mind, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva when faced with such an existence that was too much beyond his cognition.

At this moment, he clearly felt an unprecedented experience of death approaching.

In his field of vision, he saw a beautiful and delicate face.

But it was extremely painful, and golden blood flowed from his eyes.

Death and holiness intertwined on His face, like a soul imprisoned, suffering but unable to escape.

Just by looking at it, Ji Xun seemed to have plunged his soul into the abyss of despair.

Enlightenment also emerged at the same time: "The spell pot allows you to save one soul curse damage from the Weeping Angels."

Ji Xun didn't have time to be happy yet.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.

Blink again and He is here again!

As soon as I turned around, He was here too!

Enlightenment comes frequently.

After three times, Ji Xun couldn't bear to blink anymore, and the angel stopped coming.

He already understood some rules: he could not let the angel disappear from sight, otherwise he would be killed by teleportation.

What a weird ability!

Ji Xun's eyes widened, this was the first time he encountered such a bizarre situation.

If it weren't for the curse pot being immune to the curse, he would have died many times just now.

But before he died, Ji Xun became very interested.

If it were elsewhere, he would be really interested in studying the killing rules of the Weeping Angel.

But not right now.

This is the undead enchantment of the Silver Moon Sect.

Just after the angel opened its doors, tens of thousands of people in the camp were killed almost instantly.

If you really wait a little longer, there's no chance that something else will happen.

Ji Xun didn't dare to bet that the clay pot would work every time, and he didn't know if the Silver Moon Sect had any other means.

He must find a way to get out of here first.

Thinking of this, Ji Xun ran out of the camp without any hesitation.

Even while running, he kept his eyes fixed on the angel, not daring to blink.

Soon, he smelled a familiar smell.

Just before the angel opened his eyes, Old Man Xu and his grandfather quietly left the camp and walked into the thick black fog outside.

But because both of them are of low rank, there are undead monsters everywhere in the undead barrier, so they don't dare to walk very fast.

And suddenly, hearing the footsteps behind them, the two of them were startled, thinking they were being chased by some monster.

The young man instantly drew out the rapier at his waist.

At this time, the two of them saw a werewolf carrying them in the black mist from below.

It was not a monster, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa, wasn't that before...?"

"Shhh"

Ji Xun caught up with Old Man Xu and was surprised to see that the grandfather and grandson were still alive.

Ji Xun walked backwards in front of the two of them, looking at the grandfather and grandson walking with their heads stuck out in their crotches, but he didn't find anything funny.

But something suddenly occurred to me.

These two people were using this method to avoid some vengeful monsters.

Without even any hesitation, Ji Xun suddenly turned around, buried his head under his crotch, and made the same move.

And the moment he turned around and lowered his head, Qidi reminded him again: "You have been exempted from the soul curse once."

Ji Xun feels more and more strange now.

It was obvious that the surroundings were filled with black mist, so it stands to reason that the angel would have been out of sight for a long time.

But the fact is, that angel is always right in front of you, like an afterimage left in your eyes, lingering, He is always there.

The three pouting people looked at each other, and the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Seeing the werewolf, the grandfather and grandson also guessed who it was.

Wanted posters have been posted everywhere in the camp lately, and it can only be that one.

Old man Xu recognized it, pretended not to recognize it, and secretly complained in his heart.

Kahn was assassinated, and everyone who had contact with space before was affected.

Apart from the two parties involved, they were the only two people to survive, so naturally they were wanted.

After finally hiding until now, I encountered this situation again.

According to Old Man Xu's many years of survival experience, it is best to stay away from such "disaster figures" in order to stay safe.

But due to his strength, he did not dare to speak, and his eyes were filled with resentment and vulgarity.

After all, the three of them had met once before in another dimension.
To be continued...