I will hunt down this world

But now she couldn't figure out why she wrung her two little hands, and her heart was filled with worry, without any cynicism or gloating.

She had seen this black rope forming a huge black cocoon with her own eyes on the battlefield of Baiyingdu. Even though she does not contribute much, it even threatens her.

At that time, her instinct kept warning her, reminding her not to be trapped by the black line, but because Lin Yesha didn't realize the seriousness and specificity of the matter, she was almost framed by the big black line. Lin Xi decisively rescued her with her Chunfeng Lingjian, not knowing what would happen.

This mysterious organization that wanted to kill and practice Lin Xi, even dared to attack himself, and now set up a trap against the corona, the mysterious organization symbolized by the purple animal head tattoo, was the seventh uncle Lin Yuesheng's feigned death for these years, but ended him again Life, the mastermind behind the second half of his life.

The Seventh Uncle she once loved the most, his Yaoyuan and ashes are still kept by her, and she will send them back to the fox clan gathering place by herself in the future.

Lin Yesha only felt a deep nostalgia and sadness in his heart, and a strong impulse suddenly surged up.

If she goes down to help the corona, breaks the black cocoon, and catches the caster, will she be able to press for the details of the association?Can he avenge Qi Shu?

If she was 20 years younger, she would still be the same Lin Yesha who was running wildly with Susu in the Ming capital under the night, and she would have rushed down to have a good time by now.

But she is not.

Today's Lin Yesha is the twelfth sun, the hunter of the throne, and the fox of the second. She is in a position where every move may affect the situation in Shenzhou. , she couldn't ignore the impact of going back and forth in public.

And the layout of Corona may also fall short because of her impulsiveness.

She knew that the corona must have made enough preparations for tonight and made up her mind, so she resolutely took the risk alone.In the phone call he made last night, the voice was full of deep and suppressed extreme anger. He might have thought that he had covered it up well, but he didn't know how familiar Lin Yesha was with that voice.

The 114-year-old relationship made Lin Yesha burn his anger deep into his bones, and it hasn't subsided even now.

Besides these, she still has too many things to consider.

What exactly is that black cocoon?Will the people behind it be related to the Night Mansion and the Five Party Guys?Even the corona has been tricked, and he rushes down rashly like this. If he is knocked down to the realm, will he just fall?Then her life, her will, her wish and hope, everything will be easily wiped out, no longer exist, right?

The world has polished her from naivety to maturity and prudence, but she is becoming less and less like her high-spirited self.

Lin Yesha didn't move in the end, and still stayed on the rooftop looking around.

She bit her lips tightly, biting her cherry lips until she didn't realize it.

The thought of cheering up the person she fears the most in her life actually appeared in her heart.

Lin Yesha himself couldn't believe it, but...the thought really came to him from the bottom of his heart.

The life, world, and ethics of monsters are different from those of humans. The concept that the strong prey on the strong is king is more deeply rooted in the hearts of monsters than in humans.

So even if he was brutally abused by Ri Mian, and even the tail that connected his heart and fate was interrupted, Lin Yesha never hated Ri Mian at all, because he was stronger than her, much stronger, the strong It means being able to dominate everything and the lives of the weak, which is a natural concept for monsters.

She has personally experienced the strength and anger of this man, and since then, he has become a lingering shadow in her heart, but he has also become a towering mountain in her heart.

Corona, you are invincible, aren't you?

So... don't lose to those Xiao Xiaoxiao.

Don't lose.

Don't lose! !

Night Breeze roared like Lin Yesha's heart.

Li Shunyin, who was in the black cocoon, suddenly felt a few sudden bumps in his temples.

Is anyone thinking about me...?

He shook his head slightly, as if trying to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind.

The long knife flipped and gradually transformed into a sharp black-blue dagger. Li Shun pulled out another standard military dagger from the side of his boots at the same time, holding both left and right.

Forced downgrade... It seems that the Three Corpse Gods are really murderous.

interesting.

The corner of Li Shun's mouth curled up into a sharp arc, his falcon-like eyes glanced at the army of walking corpses rushing in front of him, his daggers were slightly horizontal, and the green fire in his cold eyes was frightening.

The fighting spirit is clamoring, and the killing intent is boiling!

downgrade?good means.

But I was never a real monarch from the beginning, idiot.

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Chapter 130: Li Shun, A Hunter

In the tide of the endless army of walking corpses, but seeing Xuanqing's double daggers fluttering and dancing, the hunter is lonely, but he is like a howling storm.

The decisive control of every point of strength, the precise attribution of every point of physical energy, the perfect grasp of the strength of every blow, the smooth burst of every breath...

After extinguishing the scorching dragon's blood secret technique, the boiling blood in his body gradually calmed down, and Li Shun's aura became peaceful, solid, and settled, and he no longer felt manic or cold when he was in the throne, and his whole body was immersed in a kind of In the more harmonious temperament.

This is a kind of smooth flow composed of self-confidence based on complete mastery of one's body and familiarity with all applications.

Swinging the dagger Xuanming flies up, turning around with dragon energy hidden.

The walking corpses flooding in have no enemy like Li Shun. Looking around, this black rope hell, which is as endless and lonely as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, is like a picture scroll soaked in ink. Looking across the long scroll, only the hunter's double daggers , flicking a pen in the dark, as if wantonly making a large freehand painting scroll.

"What's going on? What's going on!"

The bark of the mistletoe grew paler.

No matter how many walking corpses are dispatched, no matter what formation is used to encircle and attack, they can't stop this fast-moving killing god. The hunter named Corona seems to have not been affected by any downgrading at all, and he is still strong Breaking through all the obstacles without any hesitation, he played the Wushuang Flurry, which is one enemy with one thousand.

Obviously only relying on the power of the forbidden position, but without changing the extremely strong posture that is as impenetrable as a sharp blade, he penetrated the entire battlefield with his own strength, and rushed towards him with mistletoe!

No, it's impossible.

impossible!

Corona has been on the throne for 40 years, how could he not devote himself to his spiritual weapon?His unfolding of the palace should be even more natural than his breathing, right?His monarch psychic power, which is enough to crush the four princes, has been used for so many years, and suddenly replaced by the small water pipe of the forbidden seat. How can he adapt so quickly, and how can he be so familiar with it at will?

impossible? !

Mistletoe thought she was going crazy.

You can't beat a thousand forbidden positions against a king, and now you can't even beat a thousand super-positions against a forbidden position, and you can't even block them?

Corona, corona! ?What kind of existence is this?Does Jingong Yanzhai know what kind of order he gave?To target such a terrifying existence?

Of course, Mistletoe would not know that the young man in front of him who was carrying the crown of [Sorrow] had been in the forbidden position for nine full years.

For survival, for protection, for commitment, nine years of painstaking efforts and even life without stopping for a moment are enough for a teenager to grow into a hunter, enough to accumulate a solid and thick energy deposit, enough to hone one's own strength to perfection The point of perfection.

The parasitic monsters belonging to the Three Corpse Gods tried in vain to pull Li Shun down from the altar of the throne with strange magic, and tried in vain to knock Li Shun down to hell and trample him under his feet by virtue of his power's sense of dislocation repulsion and crowd tactics.

But this will become the decisive reason for its failure.

Because to Li Shun, the throne is a stranger, he doesn't use weapons, he doesn't expand the palace, not because of cats and rats, but simply because he doesn't know how to do it.

I also want to know, for a pure hunter like him, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, how could he abandon the power he got?

Of course, this would give outsiders the impression of hiding their strength and being able to come and go freely, and on the contrary, it would further build up the prestige of Corona, and he would be happy to see it.

At this moment, Li Shun, the forbidden Li Shun, is the most soulful self that truly unites body and mind. The figure that gallops through thousands of waves like a unparalleled warrior is named Li Shun, not Sun Mian. The hunter, the crystallization of life covered with stars and morning frost!

And the hunter has already locked the prey.

All of a sudden, Mistletoe's eyes met the hunter's frightening eyes that were dancing with cold green fire.

"hiss--"

Mistletoe gasped, even at a considerable distance, he was deeply intimidated by those terrifying eyes like ancient monsters who wanted to devour others.

At that moment, the trembling parasitic monster seemed to have witnessed the ancient stars and the sea formed by endless sparks.

Some kind of fear originating from the instinct of monsters emanated from the bone marrow, instantly dominating mistletoe's thinking.

to run.

You have to run quickly, don't run anymore, that guy, that terrifying corona, will really wipe himself out completely, there is really nothing else in his eyes except killing intent.

From the battlefield of the Battle of the End of Night, lingering on the battlefield to the southern part of Shenzhou, forbearance and dormancy for decades, and then recovering with the help of the organization, before the day when the family makes a comeback, will they die like dust like this?

Be it the Black Rope Hell or the Walking Corps, even the two corpses of Qi Yue and Bell Tower, which were the original targets, can't be controlled. Mistletoe now only wants to escape from this battlefield and go to a place without the corona.

But at the next moment, Mistletoe's heart sounded a roaring warning.

The ghost that was not nearby just now appeared directly above it without warning.

A pair of black feathers, a dagger of the underworld, a dagger of dragon spirit, and a piece of Xuanming.

With no pardon, the hunter's blades ruthlessly penetrated the bark of the mistletoe and penetrated deep into its demon body.

The dagger tips at both ends collided lightly in the body of the mistletoe.

Xuan Ming and Long Qi exploded, repelling and colliding with each other to produce a terrifying explosive force, completely devouring this hasty parasitic monster.

"You're playing dead."

Li Shun let out a silent smile.He grabbed the mistletoe with his big hands like iron pliers, tore apart the layer of pale bark covering its body in two or three strokes, then grabbed a dagger with one hand, and directly performed a 360-degree drill-like rotation inside its body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

A shrill, non-human cry emerged from the dead bark. The bark trembled for a while, and then it seemed to be completely exhausted, becoming pale and unspeakable.

"Still pretending."

Li Shun's left hand held the Dragon Qi, and his right hand Xuan Ming, they worked together to detonate it again.

Thinking that one shot was not enough, he casually detonated three shots in succession, then tore off the dead bark again, and finally pulled out a tree man the size of a palm, but this tree man was not the same as the pale mistletoe. It's the same, the color is light green, and it looks very energetic.

This is the real body of the mistletoe, and each of these parasitic monsters is extremely cunning, and they are very good at shedding the cicada's shell, and it can slip away if it is given a little space.

Li Shun had suffered in the southern virgin forest before, benefiting from the experience at that time, of course he knew how to deal with it best.

"Your Excellency, let me live, I know a lot of secrets, I..."

"Oh."

Li Shun said lightly, the sharp dagger tore the mistletoe body, and then immersed it in the yellow spring water for storage.

Li Shun didn't believe a word of the prey, he only believed in what he dug out.

Its corpse should be well preserved, the dead are much more credible than the living, and among the people Li Shun knows, it just so happens that the former [Minghu] and the hand-eyed [Shadow Girl] have some ways to make the dead speak. .

The black rope hell and the walking corpses scattered all over the place like smoke and dust, and the night sky where the moon and stars shined on the land again.

Li Shun looked around the cruel and messy killing field again, his eyes finally fell on another military dagger that had been abolished by the dragon energy in his hand, he laughed at himself, and left immediately.

One knife, one mind, one hunter, just like when he came here alone.

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Chapter 130 Nine

Zao Wou-ki stood anxiously in the middle of the dark room, letting the cylindrical pale light hit from head to toe from the ceiling of the sky, illuminating him like a mouse waiting to be dissected on the operating table.

He was maintaining a waiting posture with his body leaning forward slightly, waiting for something, because he kept bending slightly, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, but he didn't even dare to wipe the sweat.

The top five permanent privy secretaries among the twelve night executives of the Privy Council, the real power faction in charge of the Tianwei Division and the command of the Shenwei Army, and the most powerful figure in the upper echelon of the Night Mansion in recent years, completely abandoned what the big man should do at this time. Some temperament, reserved, nervous and restless visible to the naked eye, even unconsciously revealing a trace of fear in the eyes.

After waiting for a long time, the pale cylindrical light flickered slightly, and there was a sound.

Zhao Wou-ki's head was lowered even lower, and his waist was bent even lower. He didn't dare to look, and he couldn't see anything. In this dark room, there was only this pillar of white light hitting him, and the rest was pitch black.

"See Fujun."

Zao Wou-ki trembled, bowed and greeted in three directions, south, north, and north, and finally bowed deeply to the east, not daring to lift it at all.

"I remember you used to kneel."

The existence in the shadow of Dongxiang made a voice that was indistinct and indistinguishable, and he couldn't even tell whether it was male or female, old or young.

It's just that understated tone, as if the permanent privy secretary in front of him is no different from an ant in front of him.

Zhao Wou-ki trembled, his knees softened immediately, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

There was a sneer from the west, and the voice was also indistinct, but the irony was strong:

"He is Chang Shu now, his back is straightened, and his bones are hardened."

A sneer came from the south:

"I heard that among the four heroes, three of them have become lackeys of his sect, and they are still hiding blood food, trying to feed a second bell tower? It's very powerful."

Zhao Wuji's complexion became more and more gloomy.