Chapter 637 The Smelted Nether
"Boom!"
A huge figure fled from the billowing fireworks.
The former scenery has long since disappeared, replaced by a look of complete panic and embarrassment.
Its tiger-like body is covered with traces of flames.
Large pieces of charred fur were stuck together, and cracks opened in the brittle flesh and blood during the violent movements.
Blood spurted out from these wounds like a fountain, splattering high in the air to form a horrific blood scene.
The fangs in the mouth were broken and broken, and a large, rounded bruise near the tiger teeth seemed to prove that the steel teeth in the mouth were forcibly broken off by someone pressing them with their hands.
Embarrassing is no longer enough to describe its current state.
Under the drag of its scarred body, even if it was driven as hard as it could, its body still suffered from various uncoordinated drags while running. Even if its body was large enough to support it, it smashed into pieces the mountains and rocks blocking its way. The rugged and desolate land has forcibly carved out a road that is sufficient for this huge body to move forward.
But at this critical juncture, the slightest delay is enough to trigger a fatal crisis!
As expected, before the tiger could escape from the smoky and scorched fire area, a pair of big hands stretched out from the area behind it that was shrouded in thick smoke, and the tiger's tail, which was as huge as a thousand-year-old tree, was grabbed by someone. The snake kiss that was born at the end of the tail and has no sharp teeth bites crazily along the obvious tooth marks on the big hand.
But the effect is not good.
An unparalleled force surged from behind him, tugging at the huge tiger body, dragging the tiger back into the rising fireworks without the opponent's cooperation. ;
Wherever he passed, there were tigers lying on the ground with all four limbs, and their sharp claws plowed deep marks on the ground.
The sound of mountains falling and rocks breaking was accompanied by the tigers' pleading wails. ;
However, no matter how flattering it was, the terrifying will of the owner of those big hands did not waver in the slightest.
The next moment, Qingtian's battle ax fell down.
As the impact of the ferocious dust mist dispersed, the struggling tiger-headed ghost finally came to an end.
The broken body was lifted upright by the giant in the smoke, and a heartbreaking tearing sound suddenly sounded under the hazy vision.
Even if they had not witnessed it with their own eyes, the deceitful gods who were hiding in all directions for a while looking for a way out could not help but picture a butcher preparing pigs and sheep.
Shaved, skinned, disembowelled.
This is a shame for a deceitful god who has only a few words in history books and is even more obscure and invisible in unofficial biographies.
But if you put it in a barbaric wilderness that doesn't pay so much attention to fame and integrity and prefers reality, it seems very normal.
The devious gods worked hard to enlighten themselves, forcing themselves to accept this slightly outrageous identity transfer, suppressing unnecessary emotions and thinking about how to survive this disaster, which can be called the doomsday of the devious gods.
But before their methods could be used for long, a huge rainbow light flew away from the smoke, and the battle ax stained with the blood of the strange god roared excitedly in the surging hurricane!
As a newly-minted deceitful god marked for hunting, the statue inside it, which looks like a temple, helplessly shed two lines of blood and tears.
The temple ghost did not resist, or its own bias was not enough to support it in such an intense war, like those ghost gods with flesh and blood, facing the natural disaster head-on.
The temple is the residence of the mysterious god.
From the day the word temple was born, it has been inextricably linked to the mysterious gods.
As for the temple, as the former residence of a lost god, the essence of its origin is also to use false cultivation to practice the method of Li Daitaojiang with the little afterglow of the great god who traveled all over the world in the ignorant era of Kyushu.
After a long time and a cautious enough attitude, I really got something out of it.
Although they are not as good as that one, they can still be regarded as one of the more outstanding ones in the Guchu Divine Lineage.
It is a pity that, just like the masses of ghost gods huddled in the netherworld, unwilling to succumb to the complicated rules and regulations of heaven and hell, it can only be eliminated from the human world bit by bit by Zhang Tianshi and his disciples like other ghost gods. traces.
Until now, although the divine power cannot be said to have declined, it is still less confident than the glorious past.
The lack of external conditions forced him to completely immerse himself in this temple, trying to dig out deeper secrets and take it a step further on the road to restoration.
If it had been given another tens of thousands of years, it might have put on a more glorious coat and come to the human world to try it out. But unfortunately, this unreasonable disaster shattered the dreams of the ghostly gods and ruthlessly shattered its dreams. .
The protection put up by Miao Gui only lasted for a moment in front of the blood-stained battle axe.
The violent smashing, with a brutal and cruel meaning, seemed to use the body of the temple to penetrate deep into its true spirit.
The huge temples covering tens of thousands of acres collapsed under the power of the battle axe. Each exquisite and luxurious pavilion was turned into ruins amidst the roar, and the dark golden light turned into ashes in the sky like fireflies in summer. A piece of dense and gorgeous clouds.
Watching countless years of accumulation pouring out like a dam that has opened its gates.
Seeing that half of the temple he lived in was destroyed in just one blow, Miao Gui felt extremely sad.
But when it was angry, it was only angry for a moment.
Even if it has abilities, what can it do if it can't use them?
If a person doesn't enter the temple, it won't be able to display its abilities. Even if the other person is willing to enter the temple, the temple tricker has to consider whether his body can accommodate the rampage of this behemoth.
Abandon the car to save the handsome man
After all, he is an ancient god who has lived for countless years and is accustomed to the changes of the times. He has sufficient means to deal with this kind of opponent who has no way of attacking.
As long as it can escape the evil attack range, the chance of survival is not slim.
After all, there are so many weird gods in the Netherworld.
This war has lasted for dozens of days since the beginning. There are more than tens of thousands of weird gods who have fallen here. With enough allies to explore the way forward, the temple ghosts can figure out something.
Eyou doesn't care who his opponent is at all, and he doesn't have an accurate definition in his mind.
What he wants is to kill them all and kill the gods and destroy the evil spirits.
And since it is such a broad field, it is natural not to be picky about the composition of its opponents.
Of course, the premise is that he has a worthy opponent in front of him and enough cannon fodder to give the temple trick enough time to escape. As for whether he can escape the endless pursuit and save his life.
Miao Gui was not worried.
The blockade of the underworld is only relative. The netherworld is boundless, and no one can tell how many direct roads to the human world there are under this sky.
And the things that the underworld can block are only those they are familiar with.
Although from the perspective of a bystander in the underworld, there is enough energy to block the exposed passages of the ghost gods, there must be a gap under the hundred secrets.
In this huge massacre, those who have no trace may not necessarily have died under the evil swords and axes. Others can escape, but it can't?
After continuing to fight against the ruined temple, he watched his relatives heading towards the sky again. Miao Gui acted decisively and left the temple and a large amount of accumulation behind. He only took a little inventory and turned it into a gray shadow. Shooting towards the distance.
"Boom!"
The speeding shadow was stabbed in the center of a mountain with a broken knife.
The entire mountain range was directly cut in half by the broken blade, and the core of the temple, the illusory true spirit that was constantly struggling, gradually died under the blade as it sucked.
"Repeat the same old tricks? Do you really think it's fun for me to fight?"
On the broken netherworld, Zhang Ke's majestic voice spread far and wide.
After enough killings, he had already witnessed the endless and completely unpredictable means of escape used by the evil gods to escape. Zhang Ke doesn't mind their little tricks, but the prerequisite is that they can't go in vain!
You can leave if you want, but you have to bring some benefits to the BOSS who is guarding the gate. In the background of the Netherworld, which is now much rarer, Zhang Ke does not require thousands of ghost gods to serve as backers, but at least he can pull him ten times before the opponent is killed by him. There are eight people on his back to distract Zhang Ke, so he doesn't mind loosening his hands a little to give the other party some time to hide and seek.
But he couldn't accept someone like Miao Gui who was leading the party with nothing.
We have dozens of mysterious characters entering our accounts every minute. Do we need this little gain from your guidance?
The result of being led everywhere by this hooded fly is not even as satisfying as Zhang Ke calling everyone by name.
"It's almost time, right?"
In the blink of an eye, the tiger spirit sucked all the fleeing temple ghosts away, and a dim light spread from the handle to the broken tip.
Although the shimmering luster disappeared in a flash, Zhang Ke, who recalled the tiger soul again, still raised his eyebrows in surprise. He did not expect that this temple trick, which had not lasted two axes, could actually promote the tiger soul to complete an improvement.
The key is that after dozens of days of fighting and thousands of large and small battles, all the weird gods were defeated in Zhang Ke's hands. Except for a few weird gods with delicious meat and rare species, most of them The entire body, including the true spirit, was invested in improving the tiger soul.
In the past few dozen days, the flash on the tiger's soul has gone from overeating at the beginning to now saving up for a long time before barely giving it a try.
The majestic energy accumulated by its swallowing of gods and monsters directly raised the ferocious soldier that had been sealed for countless years to a state that was only inferior to the state before Zhuolu started the war.
Quantity makes up for quality purely.
With the contribution of the ghost gods, the tiger soul is no longer a supplementary means in battle in Zhang Ke's hands. Even in front of opponents who cannot accumulate qianqi passively, the now incomplete tiger soul is more useful than qianqi. It’s also more lethal!
However, firstly, Zhang Ke was used to the tactile feedback brought by Qian Qi's violent slashing, and secondly, he had the habit of saving one hand, which made him subconsciously only use the tiger soul to complete the fatal blow, although he didn't know what the purpose of saving this hand was. To trick anyone.
But anyway, the current pressure is not great, so I can just stay.
He put the tiger soul after a snack back into the toolbar and continued to rest. Zhang Ke, who was looking at the sky above his head, looked down at the burning earth around him and slowly exhaled: "It's almost time!"
And then the next moment:
"Boom!"
Infinite firelight rose from Zhang Ke's body, and the bursting heat wave turned into a raging surge that swallowed up everything around him!
The infamous, widely circulated in the void along with the title of evil, is the full-power burst of fire that is extremely characteristic of Zhang Ke, consisting of the true fire of Samadhi, the fire of Emperor Yan, the Golden Crow Sun and the anger of the human race.
In just a moment, the Netherworld lit up again.
However, unlike the previous sun and starlight, the expanding sea of fire at this time was violent and ferocious, and the crazy meaning of destroying all things and destroying all sentient beings made all onlookers dumbfounded.
The burning flames started from Zhang Ke's feet, engulfing and eliminating everything in its path.
With the high temperature that melts all things, everything on this land is calcined into the most primitive substance.
The earth is melting, vegetation is dying, and the billowing white mist is being dried out of "moisture" in the flames, while those who are fleeing and hiding the mysterious gods are fleeing more and more hastily.
But those who lag behind will be swallowed up by the ruthless sea of fire, and gradually turn into floating ashes in the high temperature. Only a little bit of light falls to the ground, nourishing the world that has been burned by the fire, but even if In this way, there was still a part of the shimmering ghost spirit approaching Zhang Ke from all directions, and finally disappeared near his body.
In a matter of seconds, a land that would last a lifetime for an ordinary person to roam was reduced to flowing lava by fire.
The flowing lava shoots out blazing sparks from time to time, and the sea of fire has already been pushed into the distance over time. Along with it, there are countless miserable howls and curses from the gods, which are gradually moving away.
As the culprit of this annihilation, Zhang Kexu stared at the distant sky with squinted eyes.
Such efficiency is much faster and faster than hunting one by one before, and it can also catch up with the time limit mentioned by the veterans in Heaven.
But Zhang Ke is not a selfless person, so he will inevitably seek some convenience in his official duties.
You know, the elixir he got from the Queen Mother of the West and spent countless elixirs to refine is still entrenched in Zhang Ke's mind. The many fierce battles before this only made this elixir as big as his head Projectiles weaken one layer of the epidermis.
It's not shallow, but compared to the body of Danwan, which is about the size of a head, the thickness of one finger is nothing.
Moreover, Zhang Ke's elixir was different from most of the elixirs he knew. Its gradually concentrated and inward high-energy arrangement made Zhang Ke slightly less able to digest the medicinal properties.
So, he had to take some precious time to try it out.
Is the effect pretty good?
In the corner of his dull eyes, a slightly illusory screen was flickering slightly:
[Based on the digestion of a large amount of energy (war side/massacre side), character-related defects have been replenished, your bloodline has been slightly adjusted, and your bloodline growth rate is now adjusted to 1:2.1 (lowered for nearly adulthood)
Your bloodline growth progress has received new adjustments (13.1~14.7) (original body: 213524 (meters)) corresponding attributes. For spell bonuses, please click here to view details.】
In less than one year in the human world, the bloodline scale that is now getting thicker has been increased by almost two units. Even if you include the travel to the North Sea and the Far West, it will only be less than two years.
In this regard, Zhang Ke had to express his urgency.
But compared to the game and destiny's gradually shortening time and the increasing number of eyes on him, this speed does not satisfy him.
He needs a stronger opponent to advance this progress. He urgently needs to solve the shackles of the elixir and completely release his upper limit of combat power in preparation for the upcoming storm that will affect the entire Kyushu.
Even just for himself, he must increase this speed so that he can be fully prepared to deal with all risks.
In this way, Zhang Ke gave up the method of selecting the weird gods one by one to fight alone, and used his best and most concise method to calm down the turmoil in the netherworld, and made a selection by the way.
He knew that with Nether's background, Han Yun and Xia Jie were not the only two losers of the human race who could be used. Over the long years, there must be enough big fish lurking in the depths of this world, waiting silently. .
The purpose of this fire was to force out these big fish. While the fire was burning, Zhang Ke was pushed again.
After all, if he returns to the human world, he will not be so rich, and he will not be able to enjoy the mixed benefits.
"Hooooo!"
The violent collision between bones and flesh and blood caused violent turmoil in the vast magma sea.
The huge rock wave with a height of 10,000 meters turned into a thousand-meter wave after traveling for hundreds of thousands of miles. When it hit the city wall of Guimen Pass, it still caused the huge sly door to sway, and countless evil and evil souls embedded in it emitted. The miserable howl of death.
Yu Lei Shen Tu looked at the burned pits and crystallized black city walls after the huge waves, and looked at each other with helpless expressions in their eyes.
But in the distant netherworld, at the origin of the erupting waves, there was a monster with a tail like a fan, a wide mouth, and red hair at the foot of the sky-holding figure, struggling endlessly.
It was as if the bloody mouth of the basin turned around and bit Zhang Ke's calf several times. The new fangs left superficial scars on the skin. The traces of blood flowed away, and the tongue covered with countless spikes licked greedily. Eat these hard-earned supplements.
However, in the next moment, the licking monster's eyes suddenly widened, like a person who tasted a canned herring in a pile of delicious food, with a twisted and disgusting look on his ferocious face.
A purple-black color was slowly moistening the flamboyant red hair through the fur, and the severe pain caused by the sudden change in the body made the evil beast struggle crazily.
Zhang Ke looked down indifferently.
The giant beast's struggle could not overturn the pressure brought by his majestic figure. The fierce confrontation turned into a weak play in just a moment. There was even a flattering look on the ugly face, accompanied by the small words in his mouth. It whines like a dog, giving people an ugly feedback.
But Zhang Kezhen couldn't be merciful to this mite, who had made it up based on Kyushu's legal principles and even let Lingshan cooperate with the publicity.
The innate filter made him feel disgusted when looking at the so-called Drought Demon's evolved zombie roar.
Although the power demonstrated by this roar even exceeded Xia Jie, the majestic national destiny drawn from all directions made it burst out with super-level power.
But the bug deserves to die, not to mention that he is here to kill
(End of chapter)