Chapter 510 Dark Spirit
Chapter 510 The power of dark spirits
"Tang Huan, spare your life, spare your life..."
The Xuanming Ghost King was extremely frightened and cried out for mercy.
Tang Huan's expression did not relax at all, the fingers of his hands were flying in a dizzying manner, and the round cover that looked like a fire net began to slowly shrink.
Within the net, heat surged, and Xuan Ming Ghost King's body turned into a mass of dark red aura again. He rushed left and right crazily, trying to escape, but every time before he touched the fire net, the heat came.
He quickly retreated under the burning, and bursts of sharp and piercing screams came out of his mouth.
At this moment, Tang Huan has pushed his telekinesis to the extreme, and the power of the holy fire magic "Tianluo Fire Net" he has used is also extremely amazing. If the Xuanming Ghost King still has the strength at his peak, he may still be able to reach it.
Go out, but now, there is no hope.
"call!"
Sensing the drastic change in the situation below, the little boy cheered and floated down from the roof of the Qiankun Tower. His body began to shrink at the same time. When it landed on Tang Huan's shoulders, his body had returned to its original shape.
"Eaaah!"
The little boy gently rubbed his head against Tang Huan's neck, like a child who had done something wrong, and called out weakly, as if he felt guilty, and his big blue eyes showed a pitiful look.
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It was too careless just now. If it had immediately hid on the roof of Qiankun Tower after flying high in the sky, instead of getting carried away and letting down its vigilance, it would be difficult for the Xuanming Ghost King's arrow to hit it. After all, the Xuanming Ghost King's strength is not as good as before.
, the power of bows and arrows is also greatly weakened.
"Little one."
Tang Huan glanced around and saw that the first wing on the right side of the little one had drooped down, and there was a hole the size of an egg on it. The blood that overflowed had dyed half of its body red.
Seeing its appearance, Tang Huan felt heartbroken and blamed himself.
Before entering the Qiankun Building, he never thought that the little one would be ejected. Otherwise, he would have made arrangements in advance.
Afterwards, although Tang Huan found out that the little boy didn't come in with him, he wasn't too worried. The people gathered in front of the Qiankun Building would never dare to take action against the little boy. What's more, the little boy could fly in the air and had a very good sense of danger.
Strong, even if those people have the courage to covet the little one, they are powerless.
Tang Huan didn't care about the Xuanming Ghost King either.
She had just saved a small life, and her strength was greatly weakened. She should not provoke him so soon. But what Tang Huan did not expect was that the Qiankun Tower he opened became the Xuanming Ghost King's biggest support. In the end, he had to
The little one was shot by one of his arrows.
If he hadn't come out in time, the little one might have died.
"Little one, I'm going to vent my anger for you right now!"
When Tang Huan looked at the Xuanming Ghost King again, his chest was boiling with anger. He thrust his arm directly into the fire net, and the majestic Qi accumulated in his palm surged out like a violent wave, and swept the ball back again.
The curled-up dark red aura was wrapped in layers and captured.
The next moment, the fire net circle dissipated, but the crimson flame rose from Tang Huan's palm, replacing the true energy, covering the dark red aura the size of a washbasin. Although under Tang Huan's control, there was almost no heat.
The intention is emitted, but the heat contained in it is extremely terrifying.
"Tang Huan, you must die a happy death!"
"Tang Huan, one day, you will die in the hands of the devil!"
"Feng Ming, you bitch...ah..."
"..."
Xuanming Ghost King realized that Tang Huan would never let him go no matter what, so he gave up completely, screaming and cursing continuously.
Tang Huan was unmoved at all. Within the flame in his palm, the dark red aura became smaller and smaller, and the voice of the Xuanming Ghost King became weaker and weaker.
After just a dozen breaths, the Xuanming Ghost King's voice had completely disappeared, and the dark red aura that was originally the size of a washbasin was only the size of a sea bowl. When the flames completely subsided, the cold and cold atmosphere was revealed.
The breath began to spread continuously.
This is the soul of Xuanming Ghost King.
Immediately, Tang Huan's thoughts moved slightly, and the Blood Flower Sword flashed out. Then, a wolf shadow rose from the sword and swallowed the dark red aura in one mouthful.
"Tang Huan, something is very wrong with the little one." Feng Ming frowned slightly and spoke suddenly.
"Um?"
Tang Huan took the Blood Flower Sword back into the "Xumi Dharma Ring", then held the little one in his palm, and his eyes fell on its injured fleshy wing.
Only then did he realize that the little one's wing was still bleeding.
The "Sacred Marrow of the Spiritual Dragon" at the sharp corner of the little one has a miraculous effect on healing injuries. When Tang Huan and the little one first met, they fought with a pack of wolves and were covered in blood and flesh. However, after taking the "Sacred Marrow of the Spiritual Dragon", the injury healed quickly.
Healed. He originally thought that with the "Sacred Marrow of the Spiritual Dragon", the little one's wings would heal quickly.
But after such a while, the little one was still bleeding, which was very unreasonable.
"The little 'Spiritual Dragon Holy Essence' is actually ineffective against its own injuries?" Tang Huan frowned slightly, with a hint of solemnity in his expression.
"The 'Spiritual Dragon Sacred Essence' was originally derived from the little one's body, how could it possibly heal its own injuries?" Feng Ming said angrily.
"I see."
Tang Huan slapped his head and suddenly realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.
If a person takes a certain kind of medicine every day, the effect of the medicine will become less and less as time goes by. Although the situation of the little one is different, the principle is the same. It originates from the "spirit" in its body.
"Sacred Dragon Marrow", how can it heal itself?
"In addition, the arrows of the Xuanming Ghost King are made by collecting the 'Dark Spirit Dark Power' from the 'Dark Abyss' of the Annihilation Continent, and then condensing it with its own resentment. The 'Dark Spirit Dark Power' has extremely
Strong corrosive power, after merging with resentment, the corrosive power becomes even stronger."
Feng Ming looked at the bone long bow and the two dark red arrows left on the ground, and said solemnly, "When hit by such arrows, the 'dark spirit' will be integrated into the flesh and blood.
The gangrene attached to the bones corrodes and dissolves the flesh bit by bit, and it cannot be driven away with true energy. If you want to cure the small arrow wounds, you must find the 'Cang Yan Huang Long Xiang'. It is said that only the medicinal power of this herb can cure it.
It works.”
"'Blue Flame Emperor Dragon Incense'? Where can I find this herb?"
Tang Huan looked gloomy and looked at the little one's wing again. The hole actually expanded a little more. It was obvious that the "dark spirit power" was constantly corroding the flesh and blood in the fleshy wings. If it continued like this, the whole of the little one's body would be damaged.
The physical body may be completely dissolved.
The little one seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation, but he grinned mischievously at Tang Huan, looking like he didn't care.
"I don't know about this." Feng Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"I have seen relevant records of the herb 'Cangyan Emperor Longxiang' in a travel diary of a weapon refiner collected by the Shenbing Pavilion. I should be able to find it in the Demonic Desert." A voice suddenly sounded, but
It was Yu Feiyan who had left Qiankun Tower at some point and walked over quickly.
Chapter completed!