spirit walker

Chapter 722 Demon Ancestor
Twenty xenon lamps in the vicinity and six searchlights in the distance were simultaneously lit up at this moment, turning the entire port into daylight and dispelling the darkness.

It also illuminated the group of evil professions who leaped from the yacht to the shore, wearing uniform black robes with hoods that shielded their faces.

A dozen New York County policemen ambushed behind the container, carrying six individual bazookas, and pulled the trigger on the cloaked people.

shhhhh!

Six trails of smoke screamed and shot at the man in black, with a bang, the flames of the explosion engulfed the evil profession from the second area.

The flames distorted their figures, and these men in black robes shattered like phantoms. Immediately, they appeared more than ten meters away.

No, they've been there all along, and it was the New York County police who were under the illusion and opened fire on the empty space.

"Send a group of ants to disgust people?"

A man in black stood up, raised his head, and dizzy swirls appeared in his eyes.

Looking at the eyes with the transparent vortex, the policemen carrying the individual bazooka, the fear in their hearts exploded, and they threw away the weapons in their hands in a panic and fled the port.

Facing such ant-like mortals, the illusionist didn't even bother to cast a mental blow, thinking that they didn't deserve to let him lose his moral value.

call out!
Suddenly, there was a shrill wind whistling sound, and there was a "bang" sound behind the illusionist, and a deep cut appeared, and the illusionist's body was slowly separated, and was cut in half by the sudden wind blade.

The viscera dripped down, smudged with blood.

A magician at the saint stage returned to the spiritual realm just like that.

Woohoo~ There was a strong wind, and six or seven figures flew across the port like fighter jets. The leader was Noth, the pinnacle of divine punishment, and the swift wind blade just now came from his hand.

The wind mage swept across the port, swiping dense wind blades, forming a barrage to cover the enemies below.

The people in black robes at the pier evaded one after another, and tried their best to deal with the terrifying cover blow, but one saint still died in the first wave of blows, and two saints were seriously injured.

In one round, the saints in the second area lost two and seriously injured two.

A man in black snorted coldly, raised his head and let out a shrill scream.

The moment he raised his head, Zhang Yuanqing, standing on the top of the lighthouse, condescending, saw the other person's face clearly and recognized his identity.

Although illusionists are ever-changing, they always need a fixed vest to maintain interpersonal relationships. Therefore, most of the time, they will not change their appearance.

This person's spirit realm ID is a nightmare!

The pinnacle saint of the Southern School, a senior deacon who is stronger than the former spiritual servant Yin Chuanmei.

Nightmare tapirs are active in Fuzhou all the year round, so Zhang Yuanqing has only seen them on the most wanted list of the Five Elements League, and has never met, otherwise he would have been sent back to the spirit realm.

Amidst the screams, no matter whether it was the saint in the second area or the wind mage in the sky, they all felt like they had been hit on the head with a club, their headaches were splitting, and blood gushed out from their eardrums, eye sockets, and nasal cavity.

Seizing the opportunity, another man in black pressed his head, suppressing the pain, and spewed out a cloud of Yin Qi.

The yin energy turned into wraiths with fangs and claws, and rushed towards the dizzy wind mage under the mental blow-under normal conditions, the flying speed of the spirit servant could not catch up with the wind mage.

The star official Zhang Yuanqing, who majored in the power of the sun, narrowed his eyes, carefully sizing up the person's appearance, and at the same time opened his star eyes to look at the opponent's life palace.

Regrettably, he found that he had never seen her before, no matter in terms of appearance or fate.

Write it down first, if you can kill him this time, don't worry about it, if you let him escape, you can go to Taiyimen to look for it later, there are not many saints at the peak of the sixth level!Zhang Yuanqing stopped paying attention and turned his gaze to the night sky.

As the wraiths penetrated into the body one by one and completed the possession, the body of the wind mage in mid-air gradually lost control, turning around in circles, like drunk birds one by one.

Seeing this, a man in black robe stepped out, his robe burst open, revealing a strong bronze body.

According to rumors, the God of Jealousy likes to use a black cloth blindfold, because it can suppress his jealousy to the greatest extent.

If you can't see it, it doesn't exist, so naturally you won't feel jealous, and if you aren't jealous, you won't kill impulsively.

When facing ordinary people, the God of Jealousy will disdain blindfolding, firstly, there are too few things that ordinary people can make him jealous of, and secondly, ants can be killed if they want to, so there is no need to worry about it.

Only when he joins forces with spirit walkers of the same level, or participates in gatherings of the evil camp, will he be blindfolded.

The God of Jealousy will grab a dark red hard bow from the void, point it at a wind mage who is spinning around in the air, and pull the bowstring. At the same time, his fingertips spit out red air, which condenses into a slender arrow arrow.

Seeing the hard bow bent like a full moon, a figure jumped along the container and arrived at the battlefield. It was the masculine and handsome knight Xia Zuo with short blond hair.

The knight was leaning on a crossed long sword, and his voice was low and majestic, like a king announcing a king's decree and a judge announcing the law:
"The rules of this battle: the use of bows and arrows is prohibited."

The blade erupted with holy white light, the law was signed, and the rules came down.

The arms of the envious god general were like a huge boulder tied on, trembling slightly, he couldn't let go of the bowstring no matter what, only by letting go of the bow could he escape the suppression of the force of rules.

A coin shot from a distance, flipped and hit the jealous general, and landed with a ding, accompanied by a deep voice:

"This is not a bow, but a crossbow!"

The silver coin exploded with a bang, and the power of rules exerted on the envious general disappeared immediately.

The professional name of the alcoholic after changing his profession is "Disorder", which specializes in disrupting order and is good at exploiting loopholes in the rules. Knights and knights are two professions that restrain each other.

Knights can restore order to chaos, and disorderly ones can make loopholes in the rules made by knights.

"collapse!"

The jealous god will let go of the bowstring, and the clear and piercing sound of the string echoes in the night sky.

The arrow turned into a blood-colored streamer, piercing through a wind mage in an instant, and after shooting tens of meters, it turned back and pierced through the No. 2 wind mage possessed by a wraith.

At that time, the Wind Mage was competing with the wraith for the control of his body, and he couldn't avoid it distractedly, so he became a living target.

"Zizzi."

Arcs of electricity appeared in midair, forming a grid, covering the four wind mages. The fragile wind mages instantly stiffened, their hair stood on end, and their eyes turned white.

Three of them fell directly from the sky, and black smoke rose from their bodies. Zhang Yuanqing heard the heart-piercing screams of the resentful spirits.

The domineering thunderbolt is second only to the soul devouring of the night tour god and the divine power of the sun in terms of exorcism effect.

North, who was at the peak of the sixth level, did not lose his mobility, nor was he stunned. Instead, he regained the initiative in his body with the help of the exorcism effect of thunder and lightning, and erected a wind wall in a leisurely manner, letting the bloody streamer scatter on the wind wall superior.

He manipulated the airflow, rolled up the three fainted companions, and quickly retreated.

On the other side, the senior saint of the Sea God Church, "Deep Sea Terror", summoned a horse made of sea water, and rode the horse into a high-speed dash against the envious general.

The people in black robes along the way dodged one after another.

boom!
The horse hit the Jealous God General's chest, making a loud noise like thunder, and the Jealous God General flew upside down and fell into the sea.

With a "crash" sound from the sea surface, a huge black-scaled tongue protruded, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, raised its head to catch it, swallowed the envious general, and immediately plunged into the sea.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The fear of the deep sea that had just knocked the envious general into the air, suddenly coughed violently, his face turned pale, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his face was sickly.

He is sick.

There is a water ghost hidden in the black-robed man, and it is a late-level water ghost, otherwise it would be impossible for the strong sea monster to quickly contract the disease.

The operation of fleeing the yacht on the waves just now was also the handiwork of this water ghost.

At this time, the location of the terror of the deep sea was the central area of ​​the black-robed men. In an instant, more than a dozen black-robed men shot at the same time, using their professional skills or taking out props, and overwhelming attacks covering all fields covered the area. Siren.

If it was at sea, the terror of the deep sea might be able to resist it with the Kraken's domain, but this is land after all, even if the ocean is close at hand.

Moreover, he is seriously ill and is in a weak state, and the sea monster has no escapism, so under such intensive attacks, he will undoubtedly die.

At that time, Rayleigh Eugene, with dark golden back hair and a blue suit, was elegant and delicate all over his body, appeared next to "Terror of the Deep Sea", and pressed his shoulder.

The moment before the attack came, the two disappeared together.

send!
Rayleigh Eugene appeared next to the container more than ten meters away with the help of Deep Sea Terror, "I saved your life, how about giving 500 million?"

Deep Sea Horror glanced at him: "I'll give you another [-] to buy a medicine that can cure the disease."

"20 million!"

"15 million!"

"Deal!" Rayleigh Eugene stretched out his hand, fished out a bright yellow pill from the void, and handed it over.

Deep Sea Horror swallowed the pill, his face gradually turned rosy, and the burning sensation in his lungs, weakness in his limbs, headache and dizziness were all relieved quickly.

At this time, there was a bang on the sea surface, and the waves splashed in all directions.

A figure jumped out of the sea and landed heavily on the shore. It was a jealous general.

The black robe on his body has been torn into shreds, and he is completely naked. His bronze body has strong muscles and contains terrifying power. Half of his face is covered with weird tattoos. Anyone who looks directly at him will feel dizzy , confusion of consciousness.

Four illusory arms protruded from his back, slightly opened, with a strong posture that could tear people at any time.

On the sea surface behind him, a huge snake body slowly floated up. The snake's head had been shattered, but strangely no blood flowed out.

The jealous god general was actually seriously injured, but after fighting the sea beast, the bloodthirsty rage of the bewitching demon was passive, allowing his injuries to recover instantly and his combat power to be increased.

The arrogance at this time was extremely insolent, overwhelming the companions around him.

After the first round of confrontation, the two sides did not fight immediately, but examined and observed the enemy. Adding up the two sides, more than 30 saints confronted each other.

Zhang Yuanqing did not make a move. He suspected that the real goal of the evil camp in tonight's battle of the saints was "Jumang", killing him and taking away the master-level items. In this way, even if the battle at the master level did not take advantage, the evil camp would also Earn a lot of money.

So he had to look again, and he couldn't charge recklessly.

At this time, the masters were already far away from the battlefield, and only the distant sea horizon could be seen from the port side. The hurricane roared, the thunder flashed, and the desolate and high-pitched calls of sea beasts could be heard from time to time.

Obviously, the masters consciously avoided this place.

They don't want to kill or injure their own peak saints in a way of burning everything together. After all, the peak saints are the reserve masters and the pillars of the future.

Lei Li Youjin looked at the several peak saints who had just shot, and said in a tone like counting goods:

"A God of Plague, a Mist Lord, a Dreamer, a Star Official, and a Disorderly One. In terms of numbers, our side has the upper hand, but they have more peak occupations, and the outcome is about 50%."

After the voice fell, a tall figure in a black robe and a hood came out from a certain container.

This person is two meters tall, and his skeleton is far beyond that of an ordinary adult. His face is wrapped in white bandages, and only a pair of demonic red vertical pupils are exposed.

Seeing this person appear, Xia Zuo and the others suddenly became serious, as if facing a formidable enemy.Raleigh Eugene also put away his relaxed expression and frowned.

Tiphous!

Mozu Tiphous.

New York County ranks first on the A-level most wanted list, and the saint who ranks second on the A-level wanted list of the Heavenly Punishment Headquarters. This demon ancestor has been famous for ten years. When he was in the Freedom Federation, many saints present were still newcomers .

In the world of spiritual practitioners, old age means strength. On the one hand, it is the accumulation of combat experience and skill proficiency; surgery.

Tiphous is such an existence. According to legend, when he first became a saint, he was polluted by a creation left by an indescribable existence in a difficult copy, and his body underwent a terrible distortion. He became a demon from then on and could never recover personal.

Therefore, he wears a black robe and bandages all year round.

Tiphous regarded "pollution" as a gift from the gods, and tried his best to develop the body of the devil. For this moment, he deliberately stayed at the stage of the saint, and refused to be promoted to the master.

Every time he passes through a copy of the saint stage, his demon body will become stronger. No one knows how he did it, only know that he has mastered a certain secret technique, and he can continue to accumulate by repeatedly clearing the copy of the saint stage. heritage.

This kind of character is very special, similar to Fu Qingyang and Demon Eye Heavenly King in the second largest district. Once promoted to master, they will be like a fish leaping through a dragon's gate, far stronger than ordinary masters.

Facing such a person who could control the balance of battle, the saints of the lawful organization were nervous and vigilant written all over their faces.

Tiphous glanced at the saint present, and a hoarse voice came from under the bandage:
"A bunch of trash, my target is not you, let Jumang come out, and send him back to the spiritual realm tonight!"

Zhang Yuanqing on the tower narrowed his eyes.

The evil camp's trump card against Jumang is on Tiphous?

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)