Infinite devouring evolution of the last days

Chapter 72 Rotten Plague ([-])

Zhao Yong controlled this underworld energy and almost lost his life, but luckily he was at the critical moment.

Successfully formed the underworld energy in front of him, and rotated it in the way he wanted.

If it is to attach the dark energy to one's own body, it is just a transfer of position, so it is easier to control.

Moreover, the underworld energy itself has been rotating irregularly, so it is extremely difficult to make it rotate regularly according to one's own wishes.

This will require extremely precise control, and every molecule must be stripped from the underworld, and then rotated at high speed in the direction specified by itself.

Zhao Yong's dark energy has tens of billions of dark energy molecules, Zhao Yong needs to peel and rotate one by one, the difficulty can be imagined.

However, Zhao Yong managed it in the end. At the very moment, he successfully formed a tornado composed of dark energy, and swept the rot into it.

The silver-white tornado formed by Nether Qi doesn't look big, but its power is astonishing.

The formed suction sucked all the surrounding objects, and the gray dust was sucked into it.

The silver-white Nether Qi suddenly turned pale yellow, like a real tornado.

But this is just the beginning.

Rotten Wen, who had been sucked into the Nether Qi, realized at this time that every molecule of the Nether Qi was like a molecular knife, constantly cutting Rotten Wen's body at an extremely fast speed.

The degree of damage is not simply cutting, but going deep into every cell of the body, completely smashing the cells.

No matter how hard the object is, it will become vulnerable to the attack of Lion Blade Storm.

It was too late when Rotten found this out.

Tens of billions of dark energy molecules began to cut his body crazily, and black blood flowed all over his body in an instant.

"It really shocked me!" Fu Wen said in the pale yellow Nether Qi, his voice was full of pain, "I didn't expect you to use the Nether Qi like this!"

Fu Wen was amazed at Zhao Yong's ability to control the Nether Qi. He never expected that the guy who could only transfer and control the Nether Qi just now would be able to change his form at this time.

"I take back what I said before." Rotten said in the pale yellow swirl, "You are indeed very talented."

How can Zhao Yong control so much? Now Zhao Yong puts all his energy on the Lion Blade Tornado. He must kill the rotten plague in one go, otherwise he will be the one killed.

Zhao Yong settled down and continued to control the Nether Qi, hoping to reduce their scope so that they could strike more comprehensively against the rot plague.

But this is not so easy to do.

It is necessary to grasp all the molecules of the underworld and move them the same distance toward the center.

If there is a mistake in one place, it will cause an avalanche effect, and the entire lion blade tornado will completely collapse.

At that time, Zhao Yong would surely die.

Rotten seemed to feel something strange in the center of the vortex, and he who was still calm and composed began to feel anxious.

Rotten twisted his body to the left, and layers of fat wrapped around his body like twists.

The originally bloodless flesh became even paler after being twisted like this, as if it had just been stewed in a pot.

Rotten Plague's tightened body paused for a few seconds, and then quickly rotated relying on the force of rebound.

The scimitar on his left arm also rotated rapidly with the body, like a human-shaped tornado.

"Slash technique, big tornado!"

Huge power emanated from Rotten's body, and the rotation direction of the big tornado was opposite to that of the lion blade tornado.

It collided with Zhao Yong's lion blade tornado, making a violent and sharp sound.

This sound is like a war in the cold weapon era.

There are millions of troops on both sides, and the battle between the two is loud, fighting to the death, swords, axes and halberds collide with each other, jingling, like the death knell for the whole world.

Although Zhao Yong couldn't see clearly what happened in the vortex of the underworld, he could clearly feel that there was a force that seemed to want to tear the barrier he created.

"No! If this goes on, he will break through sooner or later!" Zhao Yong was secretly surprised, he didn't expect Fu Wen to have such a powerful force.

Zhao Yong settled down, poured all his strength into the underworld energy, and started a protracted war with the putrefaction.

With the completion of Fu Wen's set of cutting skills, the battle finally came to an end.

Fu Wen sat quietly in the center of the vortex, letting the sharp blade-like dark energy ravage his body.

Pieces of meat fell from his body, and before they hit the ground, they were torn into molecules and turned into dust.

"You won!" Fu Wen sat there and smiled wryly.

"I didn't expect my majestic former head of the First Legion to be defeated by a yellow-haired brat like you, what a pity!

If I fully recover my strength, you will be the one lying on the ground waiting to die. "

Zhao Yong also felt that the center of the vortex had no power to resist.But he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Still maintaining this strength, after all, the strength of the opponent can be felt from the blood-red vision.

"If you are lucky enough to be able to get out of the Gu refining place, you must remember that the madman has two lives!"

As the last piece of flesh fell from Rotten's body, he also uttered his last words.

"During the second life, if there are corpse lines on his body, he must run! The sooner the better!"

"Telling you this information is the last time I will be loyal to the lord!"

After saying that, Rufeng completely turned into a skeleton, and even the internal organs were decomposed by the underworld energy.

A white skeleton sat there, and a phantom air blew by, starting from scratch, and slowly turning into dust.

At this time, Zhao Yong couldn't hold on any longer and immediately lost his strength. The Lion Blade Storm also disappeared instantly as Zhao Yong lost his strength.

There was only dust left on the ground, and the plague had completely disappeared.

Zhao Yong slowly regained his human form, feeling dizzy, lying straight on the ground, his eyes seemed to be unable to open.

Zhao Yong knew in his heart that if he passed out here, he would become the "dinner" of many mutants.

Zhao Yong turned his head with all his strength and looked in the direction of Mao Lang.He was worried about Mao Lang in his heart, and he didn't know how he was doing for so long.

Mao Lang was holding a double axe, his eyes were red, his body was covered in black and red blood, and he was galloping towards Zhao Yong.

"It seems that he hasn't recovered yet!" Zhao Yong sighed and closed his eyes.

It seems good that Mao Lang will send him on the road.

At this time, Zhao Yong's mind was like a revolving lantern, thinking of his parents.

He thought of the girl he liked and the people in the base waiting for him to return.

He also thought of Su Rong, a quirky little girl.

"Why do I think of Su Rong?" Zhao Yong thought with a wry smile, "Maybe this is fate."

(End of this chapter)