True Immortal of the Netherworld

Xiao Hongzhu came straight to Lin Badi and others.

"Miss Hongzhu, I'm really sorry. I couldn't fulfill my promise to protect you. I feel deeply guilty." Lin Badi said, bowing and apologizing.

"The village chief can't help you." Xiao Hongzhu quickly stepped forward to help Lin Badi up.

Then he said sincerely: "You don't have to blame yourself. You have not broken your promise. You are a person that I respect and admire. This time, it is me who willingly walked out of the Valley of Forgetfulness, and it has nothing to do with anyone."

Xiao Hongzhu's eyes swept in front of everyone and came to Hibiscus.

"Thank you, Sister Mujin. If you and Brother Xu Yang hadn't helped me for the first time, I might have died long ago."

"Little Red Candle." Hibiscus whispered, with tears in her eyes, she took Little Red Candle into her arms, as if she was about to say goodbye to her biological sisters.

Xiao Hongzhu smiled and gently pushed Hibiscus's arms away.

"Thank you to everyone here. I will remember everyone's kindness in my heart and will repay it in the next life."

Little Red Candle came to Mo Ling again.

Said: "Brother Mo Ling, I know you are not the general of my family, but there is an aura about you that is both familiar and strange to me. I also know that you did not mean to hide it from me, but these are not important anymore, this is who I am. "

"I, I..." Mo Ling was speechless for a moment.

"Thank you."

After saying that, she turned around with a smile, looked up at the aloof black sun in the sky, with a hint of disdain on her lips, and then walked towards the opposite position where the three ghost generals were.

One step, two steps, three steps...

In the sky, the arrogant and indifferent black sun cast jumping shadows behind her small body. Like a candle swaying in the wind, it is burning with unyielding life.

The group of people behind her had blazing eyes and clenched fists.

Maybe at this time, if one person takes the lead and rushes forward, everyone will rush forward together.

The drunkard Xiao looked at Xiao Hongzhu's retreating figure, and suddenly felt that the departing figure was so similar to his apprentice Xiao Yudian. It felt like a sharp awl piercing his heart.

"No!"

He blurted out uncontrollably, and the "Qingliu" sword in his hand buzzed, the green light flashed, and the sword's intention suddenly appeared.

Immediately, his figure was like a willow, and he stepped out with one step.

At this moment, the old village chief Lin Badi stepped out of the way and stretched out his arm to stop him.

"Brother Xiao, the defeat is certain this time. There are still hundreds of lives in Wangyou Valley behind us. Now that the matter is over, which one is more serious, please think twice before acting." Lin Badi looked at everyone and said pleadingly.

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"It was Emperor Hades who ordered you to kill me. It has nothing to do with anyone else. I am here now." Xiao Hongzhu raised her head and raised her chest and said loudly without fear.

"Is the person we want to kill really the little girl in front of us?" Ghost General Li Jiao looked down at the inconspicuous little girl in front of him and said with suspicion.

"When I come here, Mr. Ming will give me a tunnel soul mirror, so I can try it out."

Qing Niu, the ghost general on the side, said this and turned his palm over, revealing a round ancient bronze mirror in his palm.

The ancient mirror exudes a gurgling light golden ghost energy from time to time, but the mirror surface is dark black, as dark as the night.

The ghost general Qing Niu picked up the ancient mirror and looked at the small red candle, and a black light spilled out from the ancient realm. Immediately, a flash of light flashed on the dark mirror, and a beautiful, dignified and noble woman appeared.

"It's really her!"

Ghost General Qingniu said excitedly when he saw the reflection in the mirror, and then put the mirror away.

"In that case, let me cut off her head." Ghost General Zishi said as he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.

"A mirror is not reliable. It's better to take her back and let Mr. Mingjiang verify her true identity in person. If some kind of blinding trick is used, it will miss the important thing." Ghost General Li Jiao still has some doubts about the identity of the person in front of him.

"Let's take her back quickly now, lest Mingjiang-sama can't wait any longer." Ghost General Qingniu said.

"That's right, it would be safer to let Mr. Underworld personally confirm his identity. After all, this mission was personally instructed by Mr. Underworld, so you can't be careless." Ghost General Zishi said, took a big step forward, and The little red candle must be taken away.

"Wishful thinking, if you want to take her away, you have to step over my body first!"

At some point, Mo Ling had already stood in front of Xiao Hongzhu.

Although Mo Ling is not short in height, standing in front of the three ghost generals, she looks like an ordinary person compared to a tall beast.

He frowned coldly, his clothes moved automatically, and his aura did not let the opponent down at all.

"court death!"

The ghost general Zi Shi shouted when he saw this, narrowed his eyes, and grabbed forward with his right hand. The five pointed armors on it suddenly surged three feet, like five heart-cutting knives, leaving five jet-black finger winds in the void.

"Pfft!"

Whether it was because the distance was too close or because the guy struck too quickly, those five sharp knife-like nails instantly pierced into Mo Ling's chest.

Strangely, no trace of blood spilled from Mo Ling's stabbed body. The attacking ghost general Zi Shi also noticed something strange at the same time.

"You? Who are you?" Zi Shi's eyes widened and he said in surprise.

"You'll know the answer when you go to hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ling stretched out his hands and grabbed Zi Shi's stretched out wrist, and held it firmly.

At the same time, the coercion around him increased sharply. The thick black cloth straps originally tied to his two palms jumped and bounced around, like two black spiritual snakes, quickly wrapping around the purple lion's wrists. passed.

Circle by circle, layer by layer, wrap his arms into a big black rice dumpling.

Mo Ling did not retreat but advanced, leaving the ghost general Zi Shi defenseless. It was already too late to pull back his outstretched arm.

"The decisive move of the pulse-cutting ghost hand - soul-blood-locking pulse!"

I saw blood flashing on his two arms, and then two blood lines ran along the black cloth belt.

Under the action of the blood thread, strange blood-red runes appeared on the black cloth belt.

"not good!"

The ghost general Zi Shi screamed secretly. He felt a strange force coming from the cloth strap tied to his arm, like thousands of steel needles piercing into the bones and flesh of his arm at the same time. The pain was unbearable and penetrated into his soul.

In an instant, the meridians on his entire arm were sealed, as if they were petrified, and he couldn't stop moving at all. Even the sharp nails that had grown suddenly returned to their original appearance, and retreated from Mo Ling's chest.

What's even more frightening is that the black cloth belt with blood-colored runes climbed up rapidly along the ghost general Zi Shi's arm and reached his shoulders.

After all, the ghost general Zi Shi is a ghost king who has been on the battlefield for a long time. He immediately judged that his right arm had been restrained by the power of the strange blood released by Mo Ling.

Within the Nether Clan, most of the people with the power of different blood are nobles or mysterious families in the Nether Clan.

The abilities displayed by the power of alien blood vary. Or brute force, or fire, or hypnosis, etc. The ability of Mo Ling's strange blood power is to temporarily freeze the opponent's meridians and soul.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the ghost general Zi Shi ignored the severe pain in his right arm.

"ah!"

He yelled, stretched out his other left hand and grabbed Mo Ling's head. Even though it was just a simple grab, it was blessed with at least eight successes. With his Daoming realm cultivation, he could crush Mo Ling's head in one blow.

Mo Ling seemed to have been prepared for it. Seeing that there was no chance to completely seal the meridians and soul of the opponent's body, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He shouted incessantly: "Explode!"

As the sound fell, the black cloth flashed with blood.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the black cloth band wrapped around Zi Shi's entire right arm exploded.

The black cloth belt exploded into countless tiny fragments, which were mixed with the minced meat and bone residue that the ghost turned the entire purple lion's arm into, causing a large blood mist to rise.

A pungent smell of blood and stench filled a large area nearby.

"Wow!"

The ghost general Zi Shi screamed strangely, and he took a few big steps back before standing still.

He was covering his shoulder where he had lost his entire right arm with his left hand. He was grinning, sweating profusely, and the corners of his mouth were stained red. His ugly face was like a wet rag that had been twisted several times, and he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

At this time, he only felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if he was being cut by an iron saw, as if he was about to leave his body the next moment.

He forced himself to stay calm, activated his body, and chanted obscure mantras.

His broken arm seemed to have a fleshy snake rolling around. After a moment, a brand new arm grew out. But his whole aura suddenly dropped a lot.

At this time, Mo Ling's body was glowing with blood, and her personal state was also sluggish.

The move "Soul-Blood Locking Veins" just now was originally Mo Ling's life-threatening move.

He invades the opponent's body with his own soul through a special blood spell, uses the power of the strange blood to lock the opponent's meridians and soul, and then self-destructs the blood soul to carry out a suicidal attack.

Mo Ling stood there, her whole body trembling slightly, but she never took a step back. A small part of his soul had been burned away by his own desperate move just now, and his lifespan was greatly reduced.

In a short period of time, there was no power to launch a second wave of attacks.

He knew that with his current abilities, he simply could not stop the three ghost generals in front of him at the same time. But even if she risked her life, she couldn't just watch Little Red Candle being taken away by them.

All this happened so suddenly that the ghost general Zi Shi was instantly injured.

By the time Qing Niu and Li Jiao realized what was happening, it was already too late. The two of them screamed strangely and rushed towards Mo Ling.

At this time, Mo Ling had no ability to dodge the attacks launched by the two, and was immediately clamped tightly by the two's big hands.

The two were like mad dogs, relying on the brute force of ghost spirits to tear apart the moth ling's body with their claws like iron pincers.

Pieces of torn clothes and flesh were thrown out, it was too horrible to look at. But the strange thing is that there is still no trace of blood.

Throughout the entire process, Mo Ling never made a sound.

"No!"

Xiao Hongzhu, who was not far behind Mo Ling, looked at what was happening in front of her and exclaimed.

There was a look of fear in her eyes, and her whole body suddenly collapsed. She knelt on her knees and covered her face with her hands.

Although she knew that Mo Ling was not her general, from the moment she saw Mo Ling in the Forgotten Land, she felt that there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity between herself and Mo Ling.

Furthermore, she regarded Mo Ling as her own relative. At this moment, seeing Mo Ling being torn to pieces by the other party, how could she bear it in her heart.

Suddenly, Qing Niu and Li Jiao stopped. Because the two of them discovered that the moth ling in front of them whose arms and shoulders were torn off by them was originally lifeless.

"He's just a dead man."

"To be precise, it should be a zombie puppet."

"Where is his true body?"

The two of them discovered Mo Ling's secret. Mo Ling's body was basically a zombie puppet.

Just when there were many doubts between the two, the blood on Mo Ling's miserable body flickered, and the power of the strange blood reappeared.

Qing Niu and Li Jiao suffered from the power of the strange blood just when they saw the purple lion, and quickly stepped back two feet away.

"Bang!"

A red shadow flew out from Mo Ling's miserable body.

As soon as the blood shadow converged, it turned out to be a blood-red heart the size of a fist, hovering there strangely.

"Plop, plop."

It was beating and full of life.

"This heart is his true nature."

"Don't let him get away."

"Let's kill him together." The ghost general Zi Shi, who had just recovered some energy, shouted.

Immediately, three ghost generals rushed up again.

"Plop! Plop! Plop..."

The heart hovering in mid-air beat faster and faster.