Chapter 440: Fiery Heart-Scorching
歘!
A pillar of fire suddenly shot out of Wu Xian's hand, as if he was holding a ten-meter-long flame spear.
The pillar of fire penetrated the black monster, and then unfolded brilliantly. The red fire light distorted the surrounding air.
The flame of the Fire Prairie Curse has a temperature similar to that of a bonfire. Judging from the feeling, it should be between 600 and 800 degrees. With a duration of two seconds, even rotting corpses cannot be burned to death.
But with the addition of 500 degrees in the heating method, the effect is completely different.
After two seconds of high temperature grilling.
The mass of black material behind the corner was almost completely out of control. Large parts of the body disintegrated and turned into black oily substance dripping on the ground. Small parts of the body were roasted until they bubbled and smoked, and some corners even A fire was lit.
When the black liquid weakened, a heart covered with black pipes was revealed in the shapeless body.
The black monster senses danger.
The heart began to beat faster, making a rhythmic drumbeat. When the sound of the drumbeat spread, Wu Xian's heart also began to beat with the rhythm.
"Who come to save me!" This is a woman's voice.
“I haven’t lived enough yet!” This is the old man’s voice.
"Mom, it's so dark here, I'm so scared!!" This is the voice of a child.
The monster's still controllable mouth began to cry out for help. At the same time, the monster's other bodies were also trying to gather into shape. Countless black droplets formed a huge black curtain, surrounding it from all directions. .
The red-lipped female ghost struggled to resist, and her blood vessels turned red from the exertion.
"Hurry up and do it, I can't hold on for long!"
Wu Xian raised his hand with difficulty. Because of the beating of his heart, every movement was extremely laborious.
He changed another poker card.
The Fire Spell has a large range. If you want to destroy a specific target, it is more appropriate to use the Dingmao Fire Spell.
But even Wu Xian was ready to launch the curse.
It is still difficult to launch the attack.
In Wu Xian's field of vision, the black heart could no longer be seen, and the surrounding environment had changed from an underground maze to a dilapidated abandoned building.
In the night sky outside the building, there is a human-head-shaped satellite floating in the night sky. This satellite emits scarlet light, making the whole world look like a pork showcase.
Weird shadows are floating in the air and on the ground.
In a corner of the building, there sat a curly-haired boy who looked exactly like Wu Xian. He hugged his knees and held a red fruit knife in his hand, muttering resentfully.
"My father is dead, and my mother is also dead."
"No one will come to save me. If I want to survive, I can only rely on myself!"
Wu Xian was extremely confused.
The scene in front of me may be a fiction created by the black monster's death struggle.
It may also be hidden deep in Wu Xian's memory, a memory that really happened in another world and has been erased.
Wu Xian has long suspected this.
He is not an aboriginal in the real world, but a survivor of a certain blessed place, just like those in the welfare home in Fuyuan City. However, although his memory has been wiped, he still has a deep understanding of the original place. He has a strong yearning for the world, so he is obsessed with the blessed land.
But this is not what troubles Wu Xian.
“Damn, I’m dazzled, should I hit the head or the heart!”
Wu Xian's tempered will was not defeated by this little trick, but his mental pollution prevented him from confirming the specific location of the target.
Whoosh! Click!
At this moment.
A glass projectile suddenly shot out of the darkness at an extremely fast speed, piercing the fluid monster's rapidly beating heart.
Poof!
The black heart fell to the ground, like a burst water balloon, with black liquid gurgling out.
The black liquid on the outside that was trying to wrap everyone around them all lost their power and fell to the ground. The flames that had been stained before began to spread on the black liquid, burning more and more fiercely. Wu Xian took back the poker and frowned.
Beheaded.
But that doesn’t matter. As long as he participates in the battle, the things dropped by this monster will still belong to him.
As for the identity of the person who killed this fluid monster.
Wu Xian also knew it very well.
The spreading flame illuminated the surrounding area.
A girl with braided hair, pale face, and blush appeared in the darkness. The girl's body was translucent. There was a gap the size of a fist on her left shoulder, and a black hole emerged from it. The blood smeared the beautiful little dress half black.
“Ah, it’s you!”
Fu Jian screamed.
This girl was the ghost girl he met in the forest of hanging corpses. She used the sound of marbles to guide him out of the forest of hanging corpses and saved his life.
It was she who awakened Fu Jian and Gong Xiujuan’s consciousness with the sound of marbles just now.
Wu Xian brushed his hair, trying to look handsome, and then said to the marble girl in a coaxing tone.
“Little sister, thank you for your help.”
“This is our first meeting, but it is too unsafe for you, a child, in the maze. Do you want to talk to your brothers and sisters? Let's go together, you may not want to, but please listen to me..."
When Wu Xian was nagging.
The girl floated past him, her face expressionless throughout the whole process, and she did not make any response to Wu Xian's words. Her little face was as serious as a porcelain doll.
She floated to the side of everyone as if no one else was around. After looking around, she floated to Fat Hu and stopped.
Seeing this scene, Wu Xian was stunned for a moment.
“That’s right, that’s great!”
He took back the words he had prepared in his heart. Since they could see that if they wanted to survive in the underground maze, they had to work together. Of course, the marble girl also came to the same conclusion.
So without Wu Xian having to waste any time, the pinball girl joined the crowd.
Xiong Gang tiptoed to Fat Tiger, looked at the girl with a silly smile, wiped his hands on his pants, and wanted to pat the marble girl on the head.
But his big hand passed through the girl's head.
The girl raised her head and looked directly at Xiong Gang with a pair of glass bead-like eyes. Xiong Gang took his hand back and touched his head in embarrassment.
Maybe it's because of the same evil spirits.
Xiong Gang didn't think Pinball Girl was scary at all, but thought she was very cute.
“I also want a daughter like this.”
The red-lipped female ghost snorted coldly.
“You are not human, you cannot give birth to cute children!”
...
The black monster is very uncontrollable.
Without the heart core, the remaining part is just an oily substance that can be used as fuel. If the flames hadn't spread too fast, Wu Xian would have wanted to collect some to make new fire oil balls.
Its body was quickly burned.
When the last ray of flame was extinguished, Wu Xian wanted to check the results of the battle, but found that the white cloth evil spirits who had helped them before and pointed out the black monster's weaknesses had all floated over silently.
(End of this chapter)