Netherworld Immortal

Little Red Candle went straight to Lin Badi and the others.

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

"The village head can't do it." Little Hongzhu hurriedly stepped forward to help Badi Lin up.

Then he said sincerely: "You don't have to blame yourself, you didn't break your promise, you are a person I respect and admire. This time, I walked out of Wangyou Valley willingly, and it has nothing to do with anyone."

Xiao Hongzhu's eyes swept over the crowd and came to Mu Jin.

"Thank you, Sister Mujin, if you and brother Xu Yang hadn't helped me for the first time, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

"Little Red Candle." Mu Jin whispered, with tears in her eyes, she took Little Red Candle into her arms, like a sister who was about to say goodbye.

Xiao Hongzhu smiled and gently pushed away Hibiscus' embrace.

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

Little Red Candle came to Mo Ling again.

Said: "Brother Moling, I know you are not a general of my family, but you have an aura that is both familiar and strange to me. I also know that you didn't deliberately hide it from me, but these are not important anymore, this is me. fate."

"I, I..." Mo Ling was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Thank you."

After saying that, she turned around with a smile, looked up at the lonely black sun in the sky, the corners of her mouth curled up showing a touch of disdain, and then walked towards the position of the three ghost generals opposite.

One step, two steps, three steps...

In the sky, the proud and indifferent black sun cast a jumping shadow behind her small body.Like a candle flickering in the wind, it is an unyielding life burning.

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

Maybe at this time, if one person takes the lead to rush up, everyone will rush up together.

The drunkard Xiao looked at the back of Little Red Candle gradually going away, and suddenly felt that the back of going away was so similar to his apprentice Xiao Yudian.It felt like a sharp awl pierced his heart.

"No!"

He couldn't help blurting out, the "Green Willow" sword buzzed in his hand, the green glow flashed, and the sword intent suddenly appeared.

Immediately, he stepped out in one step like a willow.

At this moment, the old village chief Lin Badi stepped aside, stretched out his arms and stopped him.

"Brother Xiao, this defeat has been decided. There are still hundreds of lives in Wangyou Valley behind us. The matter has come to this, which is more important. Please think twice before acting." Brother Lin looked at everyone and said pleadingly.

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"Emperor Hades ordered you to kill me. It has nothing to do with anyone else, I am here now." Little Red Candle raised her head and said loudly without fear.

"Is the person we are going to kill really this little girl in front of me?" Ghost General Lijiao looked down at this unremarkable little girl in front of him, and said suspiciously.

"When I came here, Master Ming gave me a Soul Tunneling Mirror, I can try it."

Said Qingniu, the ghost general at the side, turned his palm over, and there was a round ancient bronze mirror in his palm.

From time to time, the ancient mirror exudes a pale golden ghostly aura, but the mirror surface is dark black, as dark as the night.

The ghost took up the ancient mirror and pointed it at the small red candle, and a black light spilled from the ancient realm.Immediately, there was a flash of inspiration on the pitch-black mirror, revealing the face of a beautiful, dignified and noble woman.

"It really is her!"

Seeing the reflection in the mirror, the ghost general Qingniu said excitedly, then put the mirror away.

"In this case, let me cut off her head." The ghost general Zishi said, sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking his lips.

"A mirror is not reliable, let's take her back and let Master Mingjiang verify her body. If some kind of blindfold is used, it will be a big mistake." Ghost General Lijiao still has some doubts about the identity of the person in front of him.

"Let's take her back as soon as possible, lest Lord Mingjiang can't wait." Ghost General Qingniu said.

"That's right, it would be safer for Master Ming to confirm his identity in person. After all, this mission was ordered by Master Ming himself, so don't be careless." The ghost general Zishi said, taking a big step forward, just To capture the little red candle.

"Wishful thinking, if you want to take her away, you have to step over my moling's corpse first!"

At some point, Mo Ling has 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 ordinary people and tall beasts.

He frowns coldly, his clothes are windless and automatic, and his momentum does not give way to the other party.

"court death!"

Seeing this, the ghost general Zishi shouted loudly, narrowed his eyes, and grabbed it with his right hand.The five pointed armors on it suddenly soared three feet, like five heart-plucking sharp knives, leaving five black finger winds in the void.

"Pfft!"

I don't know if it's because the distance is too close, or if this guy moves too fast, those five sharp knife-like nails pierced into Mo Ling's chest in an instant.

Strangely, there was not a single trace of blood spilling from the moth's stabbed body.The ghost general Zishi who launched the attack also noticed something strange at the same time.

"You? Who are you?" Zishi said in surprise, his eyes widened.

"When you go to hell, you will know the answer."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Ling stretched out both hands to grab Zishi's outstretched wrist, and squeezed it firmly.

At the same time, the coercion around him increased sharply. The thick black cloth belts that were originally tied on his two palms jumped and bounced away in circles, like two black spirit snakes, wrapping around the purple lion's wrists at high speed. past.

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

The moth Ling does not retreat but advances, causing the ghost to take the purple lion off guard, and it is too late to pull back the outstretched arm.

"The Killing Style of the Ghost Hand Cutting the Pulse-Soul Blood Locking the Vein!"

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

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

"not good!"

The ghost screamed to Zishi secretly, and he only felt a strange force coming from the cloth belt tied on his arm, like thousands of steel needles piercing into the flesh and bones of his arm at the same time, the pain was unbearable, and it went straight to his soul.

In an instant, the meridians on his entire arm were sealed, as if they had been petrified, and they could not be used at all. Even the sharp nails that had grown suddenly before returned to their original appearance, and retreated from the moth's chest.

What's even more frightening is that the black cloth belt with the blood-colored runes climbed rapidly along the ghost general Zishi's arm, until it reached the shoulder.

After all, the ghost general Zishi is a ghost king who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he immediately judged that his right arm has been restrained by the strange blood force released by the moth.

In the Mingzu, most of the people with the power of different blood are nobles or mysterious families in the Mingzu.

The power of different blood shows different abilities.Or brute force, or fire, or hypnosis, etc.And the ability of Moling's different blood power is to temporarily freeze the opponent's meridian and soul.

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

"what!"

With a loud cry, he stretched out his other left hand and grabbed Mo Ling's head.Don't look at it as a simple grasp, at least [-]% of the power is blessed.With his Daoming Realm cultivation base, it is enough to crush Mo Ling's head in one blow.

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

He interrupted and shouted: "Explosion!"

The sound fell, and the black cloth flashed with blood.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the entire right arm of the purple lion wrapped in the black cloth belt burst open.

The black cloth belt exploded into countless tiny fragments, which were mixed with the minced meat and bone dregs that the ghost had turned the purple lion's entire arm into, creating a large cloud of blood mist.

A pungent smell of blood and stench filled the large space nearby.

"Wow!"

The ghost general Zishi let out a strange cry, and took a few strides back before he stood still.

With his left hand covering the shoulder that lost his entire right arm, he grinned his teeth, sweating profusely, the corners of his mouth were stained red, his ugly face looked like a wet rag that had been wrung 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 cut by a chainsaw, and he seemed to be leaving his body in the next moment.

He forced himself to be calm, activated his body, and uttered a hidden mantra.

There seemed to be a meat snake rolling over his severed arm.In a short while, a brand new arm grew out.But his breath suddenly dropped a lot.

At this time, Mo Ling's whole body was bright and dark, and his personal state was also weakened.

The move of "Soul Blood Locking Vein" just now was Mo Ling's desperate move.

He invaded the opponent's body with his own soul through a special blood spell, and used the power of different blood to lock the opponent's meridian and soul, and then blew up the blood soul to carry out a suicide attack.

The moth standing there trembled slightly, but never took a step back.A small part of his soul had already been burnt by his own desperate moves just now, and caused his lifespan to be greatly reduced.

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

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

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

By the time Qingniu and Lijiao at the side understood, it was already too late.The two of them screamed strangely and rushed towards Mo Ling.

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

Like mad dogs, relying on the brute force of the ghosts, they kept tearing apart Mo Ling's body with their sharp claws like iron pincers.

Pieces of torn skirts and flesh were thrown out, which was horrible.But the strange thing is that there is still no trace of blood.

During the whole process, Mo Ling never made a sound.

"No!"

Little Red Candle not far behind Moling looked at what was happening in front of her eyes and exclaimed.

There was a look of horror in her eyes, and her whole body suddenly went limp, knelt down on her knees, and covered her face with her hands.

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

Furthermore, she treats Mo Ling as her own relatives.At this moment, seeing Mo Ling being torn apart by the opponent, how could she bear it in her heart.

Suddenly, Qingniu and Lijiao stopped their hands.Because the two of them found that the moth whose arms and shoulders were torn off by them had no life in the first place.

"He's absolutely dead."

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

"Where is his body?"

The two of them discovered the secret of Moling, and Moling's body was simply a zombie puppet.

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

Qingniu and Lijiao suffered from the power of the strange blood when they saw the purple lion just now, and quickly stepped back two feet away.

"Oh!"

A red phantom flew out from the moth's miserable body.

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

"Puff, puff."

It is beating and full of life.

"This heart is his body."

"Don't let him run away."

"Let's kill him together." The ghost general Zishi who had just recovered some vitality shouted.

Immediately, three ghost generals charged up again.

"Puff! Puff! Puff..."

The heart that hovered in mid-air was beating faster and faster.