Shut Up! I Am Not a Sea King!

"Who is it! Get out of here!!"

As if wanting to vent his inexplicable emotions, Xing Zhan waved Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, tearing up a large number of houses, and shouted: "Which reckless waste! How dare you act wild in the city lord's vain city? Come out and die soon!!"

All sounds are silent.

The dead silence is like an invisible evil spirit, devouring everything silently.

Then bared its fangs, revealing suffocating fear.

The criminal war started with ghosts, trying to leave the city that died suddenly through the power of ghosts.

but.

Ghosts unfold, but they no longer have magical powers.

His ghost is useless?

Realizing this, Xing Zhan's eyes trembled with fear.

He squeezed the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and the cold touch in his hand seemed to bring him the last ray of courage.

He looked around.

Shattered by him, the messy pale ground was covered with a light red moonlight, while those broken stone walls and tiles began to melt slowly like white wax burned by high temperature.

Suddenly.

Xing Zhan noticed a problem he had been ignoring all along.

When will there be a moon in Huangquan?

He looked up suddenly.

under the sky.

A blood moon looked at him coldly like the coldest eyes.

And under the moon.

A black-haired man stood silently in the air.

The dark eyes stared at him indifferently with a coldness that penetrated into the depths of the soul.

......

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Icy.

Like a sharp blade, it cuts the soul, gouges out a thousand knives, and leaves scars full of holes on the soul.

fear.

Follow the battered soul, penetrate into the depths of the soul, and dominate everything about him.

The black-haired man looking up at the sky.

Xing Zhan opened his mouth and let out a roar.

As if to get rid of the sudden fear in this way.

then.

A greater fear gripped him.

He lost control of his body.

Throat, untouched, the sudden liquid wriggled in the throat, like the liquid melting the joints strangled the throat, depriving him of the right to speak.

Hands, out of control, unable to move even fingertips.

The only thing that can be felt is the horrible touch of the liquid flowing on the surface of the skin.

Feet, useless, as if the legs ceased to exist.

But the touch of the unknown warm liquid flowing down from the surface of his legs let him know that his legs still existed.

Eyes, unable to move, like old and stiff locks.

The trembling pupils stared straight at the sky, and the warm white liquid streaked across the eyeballs from the corner of the forehead, blurring the vision.

Tick.

Tick.

The liquid dripped with a crisp ticking sound.

It's raining?

Xing Zhan had this idea inexplicably in his mind, but in the next moment, a picture changed his mind.

Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was once indestructible, began to dissolve.

Like a candle with a lighted wick, slowly melting wax,

This is the eyeball completely covered by white liquid, before being deprived of its final function, it is the last scene left to Xing Zhan.

Fear has completely taken over everything in criminal warfare.

because--

That warm, cloudy white liquid is not rain.

It's him who melts!

The moonlight is icy cold.

Everything began to dissolve under the blood moon.

Fang Tianhuaji, the weapon of criminal warfare, was the first to dissolve.

The bluish-white liquid on the ground is its last remnant.

Then came the huge pale white city.

Like wax melted at extremely high temperature, in a short period of time, the entire city of vain death turned into a huge pool of white waxy water.

At last.

What dissolves is the criminal war.

The white bone spurs that grow on the skin surface soften, dissolve, and drip.

Next comes the skin, hair, and eyelashes.

Then there are flesh and blood, eyeballs, blood vessels, and internal organs that slammed all over the floor.

In the end, it was the dense white bones.

Like a burnt out candle.

From head to toe, it was completely dissolved, turning into a puddle of strange liquid with indistinguishable colors.

The black-haired man didn't make any movements from the beginning to the end, but just watched all this indifferently.

— Jingle!

The diamond-shaped imprint fell.

The dark-haired man raised his hand.

The last seal of Huangquan also fell into his hands.

"Ang~"

look back.

It was Moon Beast, whose face was stiff with joy, and Liu Menghan, who was so frightened that he lost his mind.

......

......

Santu River.

The dark-haired man stepped onto the ferry.

Behind him were the three of Liu Menghan, who were too scared to make a sound, and their movements were stiff like machines.

The green snake huddled in Liu Menghan's arms, so frightened that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

The moon beast also rarely landed on Chen Yu's shoulder, but flew in the air.

A suffocating icy atmosphere spread.

The ferryman's tone rarely fluctuated: "Where are you going?"

The black-haired man raised his hand.

The three imprints of the underworld landed on Liu Menghan, Slim Qiao, and Xia Dongli respectively.

The voice was as cold as ice frozen from pure water: "The other shore."

When the black-haired man raised his hand.

Liu Menghan was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the boat and escaped.

But the legs don't work.

Fearing that the black-haired man would look back at her, she didn't even dare to shake, her whole body was as stiff as a stone sculpture.

Slimy Qiao was also startled.

Also afraid of attracting the attention of the black-haired man, she never moved once she boarded the boat, and tried to control her breathing.

Xia Dongli needless to say.

In the words of Xianxia novels.

Just a glance.

He almost broke his heart.

Crash.