nashuaworldcup Chapter 121 The Second Villain
Chapter 121 The Second Villain
As those shrill screams gradually weakened, the surrounding black mist dissipated in an instant. Xie Lin took advantage of the victory to pursue and cast several spells in succession. After the light suddenly appeared, the powerful magic breath quickly occupied everyone in the space. An inch of the corner forced all the remaining black mist onto the altar.
The people hiding in the dark saw that all their camouflage had been torn off, so they stopped hesitating and attacked Xie Lin decisively at the moment when the black mist completely disappeared. Lin's key point.
The orcs around Xie Lin also reacted quickly, and fought back with an offensive that was not inferior to those sneak attackers. After seeing their faces clearly and recognizing that they were the wolf warriors swept away by Van Gogh, The guardians realized that the black mist just now was just a cover to confuse their eyes, and these powerful fighters were the real threat.
When they thought that they were almost bewitched by the black mist just now and became fish at the mercy of others, everyone was afraid for a while, and after the fear, the anger and atmosphere in their hearts became more intense, and they tried their best to give it to them. Get back on your own.
For a while, the sound of weapons colliding with each other continued to ring in the air. The orcs on both sides were all well-known warriors in the wolf clan, and their strength was evenly matched. They were biting each other tightly and would not let go.
But Schelling was one of the biggest accidents.
The demonic aura around the altar is strong, and his bloody eyes have long been darkened by the turbulent killing intent in his body. He casually snatched a long knife that reflected the cold light, and directly rushed towards an orc It was split in two, and some scarlet blood stained his cheeks and hair, making him look like a god of death, powerful, indifferent and frightening.
No matter how strong the wolf warriors were, they would be vulnerable to the already half-demonized Xie Lin. The smell of blood kept beating Xie Lin's nerves, urging him to harvest fresh lives one after another.
Until the last knife fell, Xie Lin stood up slowly, and casually threw the blood-soaked knife next to a certain corpse. He glanced lightly at the wolf guardians who had lost their words, feeling a sense of coolness. Then he rushed up to their backs quickly, making them startled, and instantly lowered their heads to show respect.
Only the young man with black hair and green eyes was out of state. He exclaimed, and said with admiration on his face: "Oh my God, my lord is too powerful, you actually got rid of these people so quickly!"
Xie Lin ignored his rainbow fart, he stretched out his magic breath, and then closed his eyes to carefully perceive the surrounding environment. In an instant, all the subtle movements were rapidly magnified in his mind, and even intertwined into A series of realistic pictures were shown in his mind in turn.
found it.
Xie Lin opened his eyes suddenly, and after saying "follow up", he leaped up the steps at an extremely fast speed. The long distance was shortened rapidly under his feet, allowing him to leave the other orcs far behind. behind.
And the closer he got to the top, the more the magic breath in Xie Lin's body boiled, and a familiar feeling kept fermenting in his heart, as if some voice was calling him constantly, urging him to hurry to the center of the altar go.
The black mist that he had just driven to the top surged again, as if to swallow it whole.This time, Xie Lin didn't set up a barrier again, but let the black mist crazily drill into his body.An indescribable feeling exploded in his body, making his dantian hot and manic like boiled water.
"It seems that I did underestimate you."
A dry and hoarse voice sounded from not far away, and Xie Lin stood still on the periphery of the pedestal, looking straight at Van Gogh in the center.The opponent hunched over and stood beside the altar, and on the altar made of special materials, there was a vaguely human-shaped object.
The thick black mist tightly enveloped the two people in the center. From the outside, only two general figures could be seen, but Xie Lin could clearly perceive that the "person" whose life and death were unknown on the altar , none other than Di Yi who stood on the united front with Van Gogh.
It seems that whether voluntary or forced, Di Yi has become the chess piece chosen by Van Gogh.
Xie Lin did not act rashly, but said in a cold voice: "Di Yi's body has already begun to age, forcibly accepting the power of the altar will only make him explode and die, and then you will also be backlashed by that power and become a corpse Withered corpses—is this what you want?"
Van Gogh's state at this time is already older and thinner than when Schelling saw him last time. This is because the erosion of the body by the magic breath is too serious. If this force cannot be firmly controlled, then it will become A demon that devours life force.
And although Van Gogh knew that his body was not enough to serve as a container for the magic breath, he still greedily absorbed the power in it. This is why he is obviously about the same age as Di Yi, but the mental outlook of the two can be said to be very different .
After Van Gogh heard Schelling's words, he just snorted coldly, and said sarcastically: "You and I are just the same, don't think I can't see what kind of power you use, although I don't know where your power comes from. Come, but since you and I are walking the same road, then sooner or later, my appearance of being neither human nor ghost will become your future face."
Van Gogh rolled his turbid eyeballs, and his snake-like stern eyes fixed on Xie Lin closely. In addition to disdain and resentment, there was also a trace of imperceptible envy hidden in his eyes.
With such a healthy and strong body, coupled with that pair of ancient and powerful blood, if the other party is calm and easy to manage, then he is undoubtedly the best candidate for his transformation plan.
Even though he has been using drugs to secretly adjust Di Yi's body over the years, it seems that it has been very effective now, but compared with Xie Lin's physical condition, Di Yi's old bones are still far behind.
But now, he has no choice but to give it a go.
Thinking of this, the corners of Van Gogh's eyes showed a hint of sternness. He stretched out his thin fingers and drew a strange pattern in the air. Afterwards, the surrounding black mist seemed to suddenly become agitated, tumbling continuously like rough sea waves. rise.
Xie Lin's face sank, he condensed a large amount of demonic breath and rushed towards Van Gogh's direction, the cloud of demonic breath condensed into a huge black wolf in mid-air, and a deafening roar overflowed from its wide open mouth , as if to swallow Van Gogh whole.
However, Van Gogh never showed any panic. Instead, he stood calmly in the distance, until the black wolf approached him, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.
Xie Lin had a bad intuition, and then saw the giant wolf being quickly engulfed by the surging black mist.After absorbing the powerful magic breath in it, the black mist began to expand rapidly, and then exploded like a huge burst balloon.
Xie Lin subconsciously used the magic breath to prop up a barrier, so that he was not directly swept off the stage by this huge impact. When his sight fell on the direction of the altar again, he found that the altar was the center of the ground at some point. A large area of complicated dark red lines spread out, outlining an extremely complicated magic circle.
Xie Lin's heart sank. If he guessed correctly, this was the magic circle raised around the altar after Vincent Van Gogh coaxed him to the altar.
It seems that after I pushed the opponent into a hurry, the opponent activated the magic circle in advance.
Xie Lin took a few steps back resolutely, stood at the boundary where the magic circle could not touch, and looked coldly at the lunatic in the center who looked like a dead tree but was full of madness, as if he was watching an extremely absurd farce.
"Xie Lin, Xie Lin, have you really completely controlled the power in your body?"
Van Gogh's voice became dry and sharp, like the shrill cry of a ghost before it died, falling into Schelling's ears, causing his eardrums to ache.
The originally dark lines on the ground became bright red and brighter as they continued to spread. It looked like countless slender "rivers of blood" flowing slowly, and the smell in the air gradually mixed into the traces. The seductive and seductive smell silently penetrated into Xie Lin's nasal cavity, causing his nerves to be severely teased.
No, no, this is not the magic circle from the previous life.
The most primitive desire/desire in the soul is quietly awakened, and the cruel and tyrannical nature is about to break through the shell of the human form, exposing the bloodiest and most essential side.
damage.
He bent slightly and covered his face with his hands, his breathing inadvertently increased a lot, the mad breath surging in his body was constantly eroding his sanity, the power of the same ancestor and the same source made him easily resonate with the altar , the desire deep in his heart made him unable to bear the desire to go to the altar, take Di Yi's place, and then accept all the power in the altar.
He tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart, and the remaining reason made him finally understand Van Gogh's intentions. His real idea was not to make Di Yi a perfect weapon, but to use him as a sacrifice to activate Another magic circle, and then with the help of the power of the magic circle and the altar, tried to put himself into an uncontrollable manic state!
Once his plan succeeds, not only the group of guardians under the altar will be beheaded by Xie Lin, but even Xie Lin himself will be backlashed by the magic breath in his body after being exhausted and become the leader of the altar. A nourishment.
The veins on Xie Lin's forehead popped up. He clenched his teeth and tried his best to restrain the power in his body, but the magic breath that stayed in his dantian obediently on weekdays was now the same as before he started training. Running around, almost bursting his meridians.
砰
With red eyes, Xie Lin slammed in the direction of the altar, and the violent magic breath came through the air, with a strong sense of venting, and directly tore Van Gogh to pieces who couldn't avoid it.
But after devouring the fresh flesh and blood, not only did the magic circle not disappear with the disappearance of the caster, but it became more and more solidified and powerful, directly radiating into a large circle, enclosing Xie Lin in it.
Before his consciousness sank completely, Xie Lin seemed to hear a familiar voice.
"Alin!"
作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-1401:15:15~2020-03-1502:59:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 60 bottles of white ginkgo leaves;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!