I lived two hundred years

Chapter 180 Dark Chant
The strength of the werewolf's vitality is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

What is fatal to others is not fatal to them.

Some difficult injuries are nothing but a piece of cake for them.

Guston is known as the evil shadow werewolf, but he is the best among werewolves, and his vitality is even more tenacious.

The scar Zong Li left on his palm before had already disappeared at this time, and was repaired by his self-healing ability.

His pierced throat is also recovering rapidly.

The tiny granulation squirming at the wound is enough to explain everything.

Not only did he not die due to his throat being pierced, following a series of subsequent reactions, but he became more and more healthy, and he was about to recover soon.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Silently, the wolf's claws popped out, like a ghost in the dark night, silently, it was about to retaliate, crushing Zongli's neck.

None of the three of Jiang Lianxue expected to encounter such an accident.

In their inherent impression, Guston is already dead, and there is no need to guard against it.

The facts taught them a lesson.

Don't bring ordinary people's common sense to the practice world.

These are not universal.

In the world of practice, being cut off does not necessarily mean death, things may continue after death, and the person you killed may not actually be dead.

Everything is possible.

You need to be always in awe and caution.

"That's too late!"

Jiang Lianxue and Shi Nianyin exclaimed at the same time, wanting to stop Guston, but their bodies didn't react so quickly, they could only watch as Guston's wolf claws got closer and closer to Zongli's neck.

"Infinite Flash Slash!"

Zong Li suddenly shouted, and the light of the sword reappeared in the dawn of the morning, and Zong Li flew out of the light one by one, turning into sword shadows, and striking in all directions.

Guston was too close to Zong Li, and was immediately attacked by tens of thousands of sword shadows.

But in the blink of an eye, he has been cut into a sieve by countless Zongli, and his whole body is full of holes.

"I don't believe that you can survive like this."

Zong Li stepped on the rotten meat on the ground, the sword light turned, and rushed towards an empty corner with countless sword shadows.

"Your aunt and I don't die so easily. The one who is going to die is you. If it's a man, come out and die."

While speaking, countless sword shadows surged like waves, blocking all spaces.

"Darkness will protect me."

Accompanied by a curse, a man in black with a hood walked out from surrounded by countless sword shadows.

There is a layer of black matter outside his body, those sword shadows slashed on it, turned back and cut open automatically, making way for him.

This move could instantly kill Guston's ultimate move, but it failed to take him down.

Although this move had already beheaded Guston just now and consumed most of his power, it was definitely not something that could be easily blocked.

The strength of this person is probably still higher than Guston.

"'Dark poet' Dimas!"

Shi Nianyin looked at the hooded man and exclaimed.

This person is a diplomat among the five members of the Dark Council. He is good at dancing and is famous for his communication skills.

Who would have thought that a guy who is so talkative and kung fu is actually stronger than Guston.

Guston, the evil shadow werewolf, was the strongest among the five members of the Dark Council.

At this moment, his suspicion index soared to the peak.

Jiang Lianxue, who is so rigorous, almost directly concluded that the other party was the culprit.

Zong Li didn't care about three seven and twenty one, just raised his sword and cut it off.

Her explosive state at this time can't last long, and she must be resolved quickly.

"Instant Slash!"

The brilliance of creation exploded, Zong Li shot out with a sword, and the sword light pierced the sky and the earth, swirling the wind and clouds, sucking in countless Zong Li, turning them into the purest sword light, tearing apart all enemies in front of them.

After cutting out this sword, the dawn light in Zongli's hand instantly dimmed, as if it had been dusty for many years, and its luster had been worn away by the years.

Zong Li has exhausted the power stored in the dawn light, and must wait for it to accumulate power again.

For the next period of time, Zong Li was just an early-stage spiritual enlightenment practitioner with a good magic weapon, and it was difficult to show the demeanor of beheading evil shadow werewolves with a sword, but the light she radiated at this moment was something no one could forget.

Before the dark poet Dimas had time to say anything, he was submerged by the sword light and turned into a phantom in the light, leaving only a little ashes.

"Is this the end of the matter?"

Shi Nianyin looked in the direction where Dimas disappeared, a little astonished.

This development is too smooth.

Although there were a few twists and turns, it was finally resolved by everyone.

This is not the same as the script she expected.

Jiang Lianxue's reaction became more intense, she stared at the direction where Dimas disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

The shadow of sin that has been lingering in her heart has been eliminated like this?

Is everything just her worrying?

"This sword is really good. Since you sent it to my door, I will accept it with a smile."

A figure suddenly appeared beside Zong Li, snatching the dawn light from her hand.

Zong Li wanted to reach out to snatch back the sword, but in a blink of an eye, the man had disappeared and appeared on the big tree not far away.

Shaking his feet, he looked relaxed and contented, as youthful and cute as a little girl.

This is Elena.

The pure Elena, the beautiful Elena, the heartthrob Elena.

She was always the center of attention.

She enjoys this look and is willing to make every effort to keep it.

When she was young, she used to linger in various places under the guise of dark beliefs, and said words that people could not understand, in order to gain more attention.

One day, she finally caught the attention of a practitioner of the Dark Council.

The practitioner brought her into the Dark Council and opened the door to a new world for her.

From then on, Elena's goal shifted, she no longer focused on everyone's eyes, and began to try to attract the attention of the dark consciousness.

With amazing perseverance, she finally obtained the presence of the dark consciousness, forcibly introduced the air into her body, and became a unique practitioner. By praising the darkness, she gained various powers.

This is a rare profession that can only be entered by gaining the attention of the dark consciousness.As long as he is favored by the dark consciousness, his strength will immediately improve by leaps and bounds, and he will become a superior person.

Because of its rarity, people have always been curious about her abilities, wanting to see the strangeness of the dark singer.

At this moment, Elena seemed to be the focus of the whole world.

She flicked her hair lightly, as if she was playing a zither, letting strands of hair like a clear spring flow in the air, playing a unique melody.

"Praise you. You are the source of darkness, you are the enemy of order, you are the ultimate destruction, you are the hope in destruction, and you are also the continuation of hope. May I be with you."

Feeling everyone's eyes, Elena suddenly became excited and let out bursts of wild laughter.

"Which one of you dares to join me to challenge the steel monster just now?"

(End of this chapter)