Tribute to the Demon King

The corpse that had been ravaged by Zhou Yi to the point of being almost shattered suddenly burst open, and parts mixed with metal and flesh and blood were scattered all over the place.Among the scattered limbs on the floor, only the left arm was still dripping with blood.

And standing behind Zhou Yi was Huangye Zonglian whose left arm was cut off by Qi Gen, looking a bit embarrassed.

The moment Zhou Yi turned his head, Ara Ye Zonglian immediately clenched her open right hand.

At that moment, Zhou Yi suddenly felt an extremely strong impact, and his body vibrated subconsciously.

It was an impact invisible to the naked eye.It hit the whole body from all directions in a balanced manner. The extremely intense pain even made Zhou Yi groan and took half a step back.

To describe it... In terms of pain alone, it's like lying on the ground and being run over by an excavator on the back.

That's not magic, there's no mystical power in it.

If you want to describe it, it's like crushing the space around Zhou Yi.It is an ability that can only be used by Ara Ye Zonglian in the 64th layer barrier of the Hall of Blessings.

That's pure destructive power akin to a force of nature.Even if Zhou Yi is not using the body of the servant at this moment, but the body of the godslayer as the main body, it is impossible to exempt him from the magic power.

But after more than a second, Zhou Yi, who regained his strength, showed a happy smile to Huangye Zonglian, and said meaningfully: "You have finally been exposed, Huangye."

The only attack method that can hurt me... doesn't seem to be fatal.

Zhou Yi's playful eyes contained such information.

Araya Soren seemed to have realized something, and stepped back without hesitation.

——Fearless, King Kong, Snake and Scorpion, Dai Tian, ​​Ding Jing, Wang Xian!

As he chanted repeatedly in a low voice, the Six Paths Barrier was fully unfolded, and all kinds of phenomena flowing in the atmosphere began to be sealed.

Three concentric circles spread out from the ground, and the slender rings overlapped each other, outlining a figure that resembled the trajectory of a planet.

Following his command, the still line of realm coiled towards Zhou Yi like a snake.

However, Zhou Yi seemed to react a beat slower, and he couldn't dodge as quickly as he was captured instantly.

At that moment, he felt that his back strength decreased rapidly.His perception of the outside world began to become sluggish, and his body suddenly became very heavy, as if something had been injected into the spinal cord to paralyze it.

— was captured.

Zhou Yi immediately understood the situation he was in.

But he didn't panic at all, instead he showed a sly smile.

I saw the silver-white cobweb-like lines quickly covering Zhou Yi's static line, and extending back along that line at an extremely fast speed!

Then, like a virus that replicated crazily, it completely covered Araya Soren's body in an instant!

Author's message:

I drank too much at the class reunion today, and there is only one more...

The second update will start tomorrow...

Chapter 140 Seven

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The hoarse crows pierced the sky, and the crows flew up.

The setting sun in the sky is like blood.

It was a scorched wilderness, and the black-clothed and black-haired monk walked silently and alone.

What covered the mountain roads and river banks was not sand and rocks, but fragments of bones and flesh and blood.

The smell of corpses and gunpowder smoke brought by the wind did not dissipate even from noon to night.This is the age of war.

After the signing of the Kanagawa Treaty 12 years ago, people live in a world without tomorrow.

This is an era where swords and guns coexist, a chaotic world where there is no justice, and there is struggle everywhere.

It is also common for the villages of the weak to be massacred by the strong.Even if only a few people die, the scale of the battle will double.

When they heard that there was a fight, people would go to that place; when they heard that there was a rebellion in a village, troops would rush there.There are times when you catch up, and there are times when you are one step behind.

No matter what the outcome is, it will eventually develop into the same ending.

People's corpses were miserably thrown aside, and after seeing so many of them, even the evening light smelled bloody.

"Can't save everyone..."

The black-clothed monk muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, staring at the terrified and hateful eyes of a dead man, and gently closed his eyes with gentle movements.

Then, chant the scriptures for salvation in a low voice.

After a while, he slowly got up, took one last look at the corpse, and then walked forward again.

Walking with the crows, his next target was a woman five steps away.

In the woman's arms was a three or four-year-old child who had been hit by a stray arrow and died of excessive bleeding. Her own throat had been cut open, and the black-brown traces that might have been bright red were stained on half of her clothes. .

The monk stepped forward and saw that there were traces of crying on her face, and fell into silence again.

Maybe she was crying and begging for the baby to live long enough to be rescued.But she didn't notice that the child died long before her.

Dozens of steps away, beside the carriage nailed by dense arrows, there was a body of guards lying down on the ground.Every face is familiar to the monks.

And the rice seller who used to be fat and white, who often came to the temple where he lived to collect donations, and gave food to the poor during festivals, was also shot through the head with an arquebus gun, and his body fell in front of the carriage.