Chapter 383: You deserve to die!

This palm is sealed firmly.

The sun pattern in Zuo Mo's palm suddenly lit up. A huge and scorching force gushed out from his palm. This force was quite strange and did not scatter the halo, but was like a tiger poking its head out of the beast cage, biting its prey.

The surging sea of ​​halo was firmly sucked by Zuo Mo's left palm.

The sun pattern continuously releases golden light, eroding the aura, and a golden border visible to the naked eye quickly spreads toward the center along the continuous aura.

Yu Zizhou's face changed drastically. He could feel an extremely domineering force eroding his jade chain at an astonishing speed!

This...what is this? The first time he encountered such a strange magic!

This domineering power spreads so quickly, far beyond Yuzizhou's imagination.

He had just mobilized all his spiritual senses, and his vision had become a golden ocean. Yuzizhou never thought that one day he would be forced into such a mess, no, such a desperate situation! This was just the second move the other party used, and the second move, which would force himself into a desperate situation!

Jumping clown...

He suddenly thought of this word, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation instantly washed away every nerve of his.

How could he be as proud as a guy who is regarded as a jumping clown and defeat him with the second move?

How can it be!

Yu Zizhou's eyes were so bitter that his elegant and calm face was extremely ferocious at this time. His deep pride was mixed with unprecedented humiliation. He was like a gambler who lost all his life, fighting for the last bet!

All the spiritual consciousness and all the power were poured into his arms. His hands were like hugs, pushing forward heavily and slowly, like pushing a mountain, his face trembled violently, with vague signs of instability.

"Jade……"

The words squeezed out from the teeth, with obvious tremors, and every part of his body was trembling. His arms wrapped around his chest moved forward inch by inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch in every inch forward. Every inch forward, the fluctuations around him fluctuated violently.

"born……"

The word "sheng" just squeezed out of his mouth, and the golden light spreaded through the last halo in front of Yuzizhou.

The golden light hit Yuzizhou's arms without any tricks. Yuzizhou's body stiffened and his pupils suddenly expanded.

Bang! Yuzizhou's palm burst!

Bang! The wrist bursts!

Bang! The elbow burst!

Slap sex...

A series of bursts of sounds like fried beans were endless, and the explosion spread along Yuzizhou's arms toward his body. Yuzizhou's eyes widened, and he looked at his body bursting in an inch in an inch.

"No……"

The unwilling and shrill scream stopped abruptly.

Zuo Mo's left palm was covered with a dazzling golden light ball, like a sun. He kept his palm out and motionless. The flames covering his body suddenly penetrated into his body.

The red eyes, the red light dissipated, revealing the golden pupils.

The golden pupils were as indifferent as a magical slut, but the pain on his face did not decrease but increased. The indifferent eyes and painful and ferocious expression formed a strange picture. The Wu knife in his right hand was trembling, the golden light ball of his left palm dissipated, and the sun pattern in his palm dimmed.

"Hong, put another one in!"

The hoarse and low voice contained a bit of crazy sound came from the array.

"Little Pu Pu is very insightful!" The female general suddenly raised her head, looked at Pu Yao with a smile, and said with a heavy emphasis: "This armor-breaking thing is really not to be passed on."

The tombstone trembled violently, as if it was very dissatisfied with the female general's words, and the rolling black clouds were about to burst out.

"Shut up!" The female general looked cold, raised her giant claws in her hand, paused heavily, and smashed on the tombstone. There was a dull sound, the ground shook, and the tombstone trembled violently, and the cracks like spider-web-like ink meandered down the part that was knocked down.

A huge pile of gravel slipped down from the tombstone. The black clouds that had just surged out of the tombstone seemed to have been used to stamina and froze in the air.

What a fierce blow!

Pu Yao, whose momentum was almost as strong as the extreme, twitched his eyelids, and the black flames that had penetrated to his feet suddenly exploded and were immediately covered by a burst of black smoke. "Cough cough cough!" Pu Yao's cough sound came out of the black smoke. When the black smoke dissipated, Pu Yao's whole body was like smoke and fire.

He looked at the female general with a bad look on his face.

The female general threw a charming look at Pu Yao as if nothing had happened, turned her face and faced the tombstone, and said in a cold tone: "Clean clean."

The tombstone trembled and thud. The pieces that were smashed all grew legs and climbed up to the place where the tombstone had just been hit and returned to their original positions one by one. In the blink of an eye, the tombstone returned to its original state, except for cracks that winded down from the top of the monument, which were like spider webs.

It's indeed a terrifying power like before...

Pu Yao glanced at the female general and sat down. There was too much to think about what happened today. Aren’t the adult dead? How could he be resurrected?

Death is irreversible, and it has nothing to do with cultivation.

Unless the adults are not dead!

If the adults hadn't died back then, there would be too many possibilities... Is the Golden Soul? It's quite possible!

It turns out that the lord is not dead...

etc!

Pu Yao lowered his head, and his bloody eyes narrowed unknowingly, and it was cold.

The adult died in his arms. Even after three thousand years, he still remembered the scene clearly! He was familiar with the adult, his personality, her temper, and everything about her!

The adults in front of me are so familiar, just like they were three thousand years ago.

But... the lord is dead... she is really dead...

A silent sigh seemed to echo in the cold eyes, and the pain seemed to have been diluted by the vicissitudes of life, so faint that there was almost no trace, but...

Pu Yao suddenly raised his head.

"The Lord is dead."

The female general frowned and was a little unhappy.

Pu Yao seemed not to see it, and directly muttered to himself: "My lord is dead, his body and spirit are destroyed, and nothing is left." His right hand stretched out from his wide cuffs, opened his five fingers, and felt the airflow passing through his fingers.

His eyes looked directly at the female general and said calmly: "I know, the lord is dead."

In his blood-red eyes, there was no trace of warmth. He raised his hand and a black flame jumped between his palms. The black hair danced wildly again, like a silk satin-like black clothes, no wind automatically.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness seemed to pause slowly, and gradually, only one rhythm and one voice could be heard.

Dongdong...dongdong...dongdong...dongdong...

The female general's face changed slightly, and she stared at the black demon fire on Pu Yao's hand. The strange rhythm of the surrounding space was exactly the same as the rhythm of the thunderous flame on Pu Yao's hand.

"The Golden Soul is indeed a good thing. It seems that you have recovered a lot of energy." Pu Yao's expression was indifferent, and his deep and bottomless blood pupils slowly turned, and a cold and sarcastic smile as cold as a blade suddenly pulled out from the corner of his mouth: "You have also recovered from your stupidity as always."

The female general suddenly spoke, changing the sweetness and charm she had just now, and was as old as an old man: "How did you find out?"

Before he finished speaking, the female general's body disintegrated into countless extremely thin black powder at a speed visible to the naked eye. The disintegrating black powder flew in the air and turned into a ball of black smoke. In the black smoke, a man's figure was vaguely visible.

"Tell you how stupid you are? Ha!" Pu Yao's face was even more sarcastic: "Tsk tsk, it's been three thousand years, and it's really not easy to finally reveal his face."

"Didn't you always want to force me out?" The man in the smoke glanced at the black fire on Pu Yao's hand and said in a deep voice: "I think we need to have a good talk."

"Talk?" Pu Yao raised his eyebrows as if he was smiling, put away the black fire in his hand, and said indifferently: "As long, tell me! Who are you?"

"The tombstone armor is called Guardian, you can call me Guardian." The black smoke covering him dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the guard. He was wearing black armor, upright and mighty, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, with a sharp look, not as old as the sound. He formally and solemnly bowed to Pu Yao.

"Wei? Well, a good name." Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.

"Because of the previous master, you are full of resentment towards me, I can understand." Wei said slowly, his voice was calm and central, with a kind of power that touched the hearts of the people: "What she insisted on is stupid in your opinion. But the will she holds on is the source of her strength."

Pu Yao sneered: "Tsk tsk, it's really high-sounding!"

Wei's eyes were set in the distance, as if he was recalling something, and his voice became distant: "Every soul has the belief that he is willing to give his life for it." His eyes were withdrawn and he looked at Pu Yao: "Aren't you too?"

Pu Yao sneered: "Don't play this trick in front of me."

"Okay, you say." Wei didn't retort, nodded, and said without hesitation.

"I'm going to say?" Pu Yao narrowed his eyes, like a narrow red blood knife, and said lightly: "I said... you deserve to die!" The last word was like squeezed out from the gap of his teeth, with a cold and cold feeling.

Wei's expression changed drastically, and his figure turned into rolling black smoke, so he was about to fly towards the tombstone.

Pang!

Countless black flames emerged from under the tombstone, covering all the tombstones!

Wei quickly stopped his body, and he seemed to be very afraid of this black flame.

"You deserve to die!" Pu Yao walked towards the guard step by step, holding a wisp of jumping black flame in his hand, and his handsome and gloomy face was full of murderous aura, and his tone was so cold that there was no trace of warmth: "You pretend to be her, you deserve to die!"

"Pu, you can't kill me." Wei stared at Pu Yao with a calm expression.

"I know." Pu Yao's murderous aura suddenly disappeared, with a sinister smile: "But, for three thousand years, how could I not have any brains on you?"

Wei's face has really changed now.

A dazzling light lit up in Pu Yao's hand, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness!
Chapter completed!