Disaster Shelter

Wen Wen took two steps back, looking at the bloody handprint monster with a solemn expression.

The bloody handprint monster also stopped attacking, looked at Wen Wen and said in admiration, As expected of Mr. Plague's other half, he was able to acquire such powerful power in such a short period of time.

It sounds like you've been away for a long time?

of course!

The bloody handprint monster looked weird, and pointed to a certain direction, with a slightly dazed look on his face: That red moon, named Death Omen, there is no living thing there, no day and night, no four seasons, even time is chaotic. Yes, there are only endless fights and deaths!

Do you know how long we have been fighting non-stop on the Death Star in order to obtain such powerful power?

Ninety-one years!

Wen Wen's eyes moved slightly, is that the power of the supreme ruler? It has only been more than a year outside, and ninety-one years have passed in that place.

Keep dying, keep resurrecting, there is a place more terrifying than hell.

Originally, we will fight there until we lose our self-awareness and become one of the cornerstones of that world's existence.

However, Master Plague obtained the approval of a certain celestial god under the command of the Lord of Dead Silence and Space, and obtained the opportunity to return to the original world and become a god!

You, a power user who is limited to a small world, probably don't even know what a celestial god is!

But it doesn't matter, as long as Master Plague crosses the boundary of life and becomes a star god, we don't have to go back to that place again!

In the eyes of the bloody handprint monster, there is only an almost crazy persistence. All the high-level undead in the dark field are probably willing to give up everything, so that Blight can finally cross that boundary.

But what Wen Wen is most worried about is the mysterious celestial god. After all, even the owner of the shelter has specifically told Wen Wen not to provoke the celestial god!

The bloody handprint monster opened his hand, ripped off his clothes, and there was a bloody number engraved on his chest, which was ninety-one.

After leaving in ninety-one years, Lord Plague gave me a new name called Xuefutu.

But I don't want to use that name for the time being. Before I help Master Bingli become a god, I will be called Xue Jiuyi, so as not to let myself go back to those ninety-one years!

Wen Wen's expression was weird. Back then, he got many magical little websites from Ding Mingguang.

One of the very famous websites, the more famous people on the website like to call themselves so-and-so Jiuyi...

So this blood nine one...

Wen Wen coughed twice and said, Then you may have to be called Xue Jiuyi from now on, and then I will introduce you to other people...

Don't play tricks on me!

The bloody handprint monster pointed at Wen Wen and said fiercely: There are only two choices in front of you. The first one is to give up resistance and I go to see Lord Wenli. As long as you have you, Lord Wenli is complete and he has been promoted successfully. more likely.

You can also choose to resist, in which case I will kill you. Although the effect will be worse, after there is only one Master Plague left in this world, there will be one less hindrance.

How do you want to choose?

Wen Wen rolled his eyes: Of course I choose to overthrow you, and then I will overthrow Blight.

Xue Jiuyi's expression became gloomy: Then go die.

As soon as the words fell, the fierce battle started again, and the start of the battle was earth-shattering.

In fact, neither of them likes to talk nonsense. The reason why they talked for so long is that they have their own plans.

Wen Wen himself was slightly injured, and he really wanted to get more information from Xue Jiuyi.

And Xue Jiuyi and Wen Wen said so much, of course not to solve Wen Wen's doubts, but to restore the wounds Wen Wen had beaten before, and also to take the opportunity to place more bloody handprints around Wen Wen.

The bloody handprints are arranged in the air, although only two can be placed at a time, the bloody handprints arranged can always exist.

The long conversation with Wen Wen just now was enough for Xue Jiuyi to set up a Shura field around Wen Wen.

Dozens of blood-colored palm prints lit up, even Wen Wen couldn't deal with so many at the same time, but Wen Wen was not afraid at all, and even smiled at the corner of his mouth.

But Xue Jiuyi's eyes froze, and he saw a black sewing needle flying into Wen Wen's hand.

This is a carpenter's sewing needle... It fell into your hand, and the purpose of all your backing is to come here?

As soon as Xue Jiuyi's voice fell, those bloody handprints that had been lit up disappeared one by one, and black lines kept floating from the ground, mixing those bloody handprints into pieces, and then all his sights were black silk lines!

In the previous battle, Wen Wen had indeed been retreating all the time, but he had actually been adjusting his direction. After fighting all the way, he arrived in the small ravine where Wen Wen and Wu Liugen had talked before.

When Chu Wei's bomb exploded, Wen Wen was the first to rush out, but when he rushed out, no one noticed that a needle fell from Wen Wen's hand.

At that time, Wen Wen had doubts about Xue Jiuyi's identity, so just in case, he remodeled this place and turned it into his home stadium.

If the one in the dead wood forest is not Xue Jiuyi, then this arrangement will naturally have no effect, but if it is really Xue Jiuyi, then this idle move can play a major role!

These black threads quickly gathered around Xue Jiuyi, cutting rapidly on his body. Although Xue Jiuyi is a powerful True Order Undead, since he fell into a trap, it is difficult to break free for a while.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Wen Wen didn't talk nonsense, and directly pulled out the Blood River sword, a smear of scarlet flashed in his eyes, and then the black sword light began to condense on the sword.

He wants to use the Mind Sword to weaken Xue Jiuyi to a certain extent.

Then send out the alms bowl for forgiveness, and capture Xue Jiuyi into the asylum!

Wen Wen will not let Xue Jiuyi die this time, because he wants to get the information he wants from Xue Jiuyi's mouth.

The sword energy was condensed in an instant, and the mind sword was swung directly, as if there were only black and white in the world, and the sharp sword light pointed directly at Xue Jiuyi.

But Wen Wen has a second hand, so why not Xue Jiuyi?

Behind him, a crimson moon rose suddenly, and then countless bloody palm prints quickly appeared on the ground!

Even though the gentle lines have been floating on the ground, these bloody palm prints still exist without any interference.

Countless blood-colored palms rose from the ground, blocking in front of Jian Guang, and were cut off one by one, but they continued to block Xue Jiuyi one after another.

In the end, the Xinxin Excalibur finally exhausted, leaving only a deep wound between Xue Jiuyi's chest and abdomen.