40.Chapter 40

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date="2020-11-26"

title="40.Chapter 40"

weight="106434"

series = ["Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms"]

mode = "manual"

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At that moment, Chu He's complexion was almost pale.

The Phoenix Fire burned a huge amount of death energy, so the death energy seawater corroded him extremely slowly; but even so, the charred blackness continued from his severe injury to his shoulders and neck, so that his cheeks slowly extended.

He looked embarrassed and tired, but his eyes were filled with calm tenderness.

Those are the most beautiful eyes Zhou Hui has ever seen.

Zhou Hui stretched out his hand, and the two clasped their fingers. In the next second, the water swept them up quickly, rushing out of the water!

Shakti screamed: "Be careful!"

Jiang III suddenly avoided, but the moment Zhou Hui came out of the water, a long knife broke through the air like a meteor, and chopped off his arm cleanly!

With a bang, the three generations hit the stone wall, the stone chips burst out and gave out a roar, slammed the remaining two heads and seven arms, and slammed into him when Zhou Hui was out of the water and could not stand still—his huge figure and The tank was no different. Zhou Hui threw the zombies ashore with one hand, and embraced the half-conscious Chu He in the other hand, and immediately fell into the sea of ​​death upon the impact.

But the next moment, Chu He touched water on the soles of his feet——

The snow-white lotus blossoms instantly from under his feet, like a magnificent to the extreme, supporting Zhou Hui in the dead sea!

"Step... step by step grows lotus..." The Snow Mountain Goddess hardly believed her eyes, "He, does he have this kind of cultivation for Buddhahood?!"

Zhou Hui took the pure blue single-handed sword from Chu He, and the moment he started it, a flame ignited on the cracking knife, "Dang!" A loud sound blocked the oncoming halberd of King Ming III!

Fragments of two weapons splashed, and no one stepped back under the unimaginable gravity confrontation.

"It seems that although he has been with you for so long..." King Jiang III moved his gaze from Chu He to Zhou Hui, and said coldly: "But he still didn't give up the possibility of becoming a Buddha. Retreat?"

Zhou Hui's face changed slightly, but immediately after Chu He was hoarse and full of provocation because of his serious injury, he rang out: "----What did the enchanted King Ming say?"

The two faces of Jiang III sank at the same time, and Zhou Hui slammed his knife, just as he was ridiculing, and gravity forced him back a few steps!

"Don't talk nonsense," Zhou Hui pointed at the black blooded body of King Jiang III with the tip of a knife, his face was cold and expressionless:

"——Which phoenixes were holding hands just now, prepare to say goodbye to them."

At the same moment, Yingtai.

The guards densely protected the central building. Everyone looked up at the dark sky, their faces full of panic and anxiety.

In the open space in front of the door, Shinwan Tenji sat cross-legged, reciting the scriptures silently, clasping one hand together and holding the vajra in the other. His Tibetan robe flew like a god in the wind.

In front of him, the dead spirit fell from the sky like a dragon, encumbering the hungry ghosts of hell, and the next moment the golden eight-character Buddha tactics flashed in the void in front of him, like an indestructible shield, instantly turning thousands of souls into ashes!

Aoyu Bridge.

Armed police officers with guns isolated a military no-man’s land within a few kilometers. Hu Qing turned into a real body. There were two green monster pupils on the face of the snow-white fox, and nine white tails of a hundred meters long stretched into the sky.

It lay on the ground, and its towering body like a snow-capped mountain kept trembling with its breath, inhaling a large amount of dead air every time it was transformed into the hot energy around the body.

A steady stream of carrion corpses crawled towards it from the ground, and an almost mocking expression appeared on the face of the nine-tailed fox. The next moment it opened its mouth, the demon pill spewed out a flame that burned the yin spirit away, and instantly turned all the corpses into charred bones.

Under the Great Hall, Zhou Hui's office.

Zhang Shun looked at the tens of thousands of criss-crossing red lines and the red beads that rolled on each red line like a planetary orbit in the universe, and said in doubt: "But...I have never guarded this or something...what universe?"

"You can work if you stand here," Yan Lanyu said, standing behind him, "I will protect you."

Zhang Shun turned his head, the boy was wearing a hunting suit, and on his chest was the flake pendant he had brought back from Japan. The all-pervasive black air stopped abruptly around him, as if blocked by a transparent glass cover.

Zhang Shun suddenly remembered that the Peacock King Maha had eaten everyone in the underground grotto last time, but he picked up Yan Lanyu, took a look, and threw him away. He couldn't help looking at the gray fragment carefully, and finally couldn't help asking after a long while: "What the hell is this?"

"A fragment of a mirror that you must have heard of, but you have never seen before." Yan Lanyu smiled slightly, "Don't tell others, it's very valuable."

He walked to the office door and gently closed the door that was scratched by the carrion and opened a gap.

Zhang Shun was behind him, Jun Lang's face couldn't hide the anxiety: "I don't know where my brother is, don't you worry about Deputy Director Yu?"

Yan Lanyu turned her head and raised her hand to him, and saw that her thumb and little finger were pinching a red thread in a very unusual posture, and another very delicate and complicated knot was tied on the red thread: "--I have my way. "

The underground office cannot see the outside, but the crawling corpses and the ubiquitous black air in the corridor are still enough to let the two of them know how tense the situation is at the moment. Zhang Shun sighed and sat down in the chair.

...Where are my brother and the hapless surname Zhou now?

Zhang Shun didn't know. Just when he thought so, a manhole cover in the suburbs suddenly shook, and then it was shot out like a cannonball!

The earth roared and cracked, the gravel and mud were lifted up like huge waves, and the Emperor Wisdom King was embarrassed and rushed into the air, roaring: "You monster--"

Before he finished his words, Zhou Hui appeared in front of him from under his feet, and Xue Liang's blade cut off the fifth arm in the air!

There has never been such a decadent time in King Jiang III. There are only two heads and three arms left with three heads and eight arms. His whole body is like a weird black boulder, falling heavily on the mud ground, constantly rolling and twitching.

"Painful?" Zhou Hui held Chu He in one hand and landed from mid-air. Shi Shiran stood on the ground, facing the tip of the dripping black blood knife against Jiang III's neck.

"I will cut you to only one head and two hands, so that you can feel the pain of the Phoenix, so that you can't forget my anger even if you die..."

The tip of his knife was pointing downwards, and the flame-burning blade cut butter like a hot knife, easily piercing the left skull of King Kam III.

"Stop!" The Snow Mountain Goddess roared angrily, leaping from the crack in the ground behind him and rushing over: "Stop it for me--!"

The next moment Zhou Hui turned around suddenly, and the blade took the opportunity to completely take the left skull of King Ming Wang. At the same time, he kicked the goddess of the Snow Mountain more than ten meters away. In the loud noise, seven or eight cement poles were collapsing!

The wire crashed to the ground, and the crackling current splashed out a dazzling blue light; at the same time, the left head of King Ming III fell to the ground, and the black blood splashed out instantly and splashed on the ground with a bang.

The Snow Mountain Goddess's body convulsed, she barely got up and said with hatred: "You are abnormal..."

Zhou Hui said coldly: "You have a godhead, I can't kill you, just stay there and don't move."

He turned and looked condescendingly at King Jung III, his blood-red eyes filled with unmistakable excitement and bloodthirsty.

——That is the desire of the monsters for killing and flesh and blood, it is the instinct deeply rooted in the soul, whizzing up from every blood vessel like a violent wind.

"As for you..."

He stepped on King Jung III, in a slow motion arrogant gesture, almost enjoyable, and cut off his terrifying sixth arm little by little.

"I heard that those who killed your five great Ming kings can make you fall into the six reincarnations while gaining your power... Although your power is not in my eyes, complete victory is always refreshing... …"

The Emperor Wisdom King roared and rolled, but all his struggles were firmly crushed by Zhou Hui's feet. The blade brutally cut the muscle fibers little by little, and then pierced them out of the armpit. The muscles at the broken arm immediately spasmed into a terrifying curl, and blood spurted out and splashed Zhou Hui all over.

He licked the corner of his mouth with enjoyment, and smiled: "With one head and two arms, you look much more normal. You should be able to cast a good tire during the six reincarnations."

"Stop...Stop!" King Jiang III roared intermittently, his chest screaming like a bellows tearing, "You can't kill you, you will offend the heavens, you will--"

"Heaven is expecting me to kill Demon Venerable," Zhou Hui said relaxedly: "I only seal and don't kill him. Tiandao has been dissatisfied for a long time because I just didn't work for my salary."

He raised a corner of his mouth wickedly: "I didn't follow the wish of the gods. It's actually quite cool to see you being anxious and depraved. After thousands of years, you will reincarnate as the King of Ming, and then go to Xumi Mountain crying and crying. Right."

His ferocious blade pointed at the heart of King Ming III. He probably had a foreboding that death would come, and the third erupted with unprecedented struggle and roar: "You can't kill me—"

At that moment, his mutilated body suddenly changed, turning it into the appearance of Sakyamuni in the illusion!

"Phoenix King!-can you kill you in the face of this face?! Xumi Mountain who gave birth to you and raised you! God who raised you--!"

Zhou Hui's complexion changed drastically, and the killing intent in his heart was like a basin of cold water being poured into boiling oil, bursting out!

——However, at the moment he furiously swung the knife, Chu He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the hilt.

"Can't kill him," Chu He said softly.

Zhou Hui had lived for thousands of years, and for the first time he didn't know how to describe his inner feelings.

It was as if the lid of the pot was slamming the boiling oil that was about to explode, and he remained motionless in that position, his muscles tense to almost trembling.

He turned his head inch by inch and looked at Chu He, because his neck muscles were too tight, this movement even seemed a bit stiff.

"There is no need to do this again." Chu He lowered his eyelashes and stared at King Jiang III, his pale cheeks bleeding without a trace of expression: "Go away."

Zhou Hui stood stiff for a long time, and then very slowly, he loosened and stepped on the foot of King Jiang III.

Shakti rushed forward suddenly, helped up and down the III, staggering back quickly. Because of her serious injury, she looked very embarrassed, she was not glamorous, and the eyes staring at Zhou Hui were even a little sordid: "You humble monster..."

Zhou Hui broke out an angry roar: "Get out!"

——The sound abruptly cracked the big earthquake, and it stretched out more than ten feet from his feet!

In the next second, Shakti assisted King Ming III, stumbled into the void, and the black gas that was boiling underground was finally swept away by the fire of the phoenix.

The dead sea water shook and roared unwillingly, but the sound became more and more exhausted and weakened, and finally became the end of the crossbow, which completely evaporated in the high temperature, leaving only pungent black smoke.

The ground cracked under the blazing fire, and the concrete telephone pole that fell not far away was overwhelmed and crashed into a collapse.

Zhou Hui half-kneeled among the ruins, gently placing Chu He on his knees.

The blood in Chu He's wound had dried up, his complexion was pale with icy gray, his lips were chapped and bleeding, and the gaze under his eyelashes wandered towards the sky. After a few seconds, he reluctantly focused his gaze on Zhou Hui's face, and said softly: "You can't kill the third world, because..."

"Shhh," Zhou Hui gently and irresistibly covered his mouth and said, "No need to explain."

His pupils were still blood red, like a monster looking down at the dying prey, lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss on the center of Chu He's brow:

"——I haven't asked you to explain yet."

His blood dripped from his chest and fell on Chu He's cold cheeks. In the next moment, he hugged Chu He horizontally, stepped over the black smoke that grew on the ground, and walked away.

At the far end of the sky, the wind ceased, the lifelessness disappeared, and the souls screamed to the sky and disappeared into the vast void.

However, the dark clouds did not dissipate. They were still hovering above the city, like a huge dark eye, coldly looking down at the ground below their feet.

Nine days and ten places, hell road.

Shakti supported King Ming III and staggered across the Grey River. In front of him was the twin iron wheel mountains with thousands of peaks. The monks and monks' violent wind that has lasted for thousands of years is blowing from the valley, engulfing flames and stench, and whizzing toward the deeper hell.

Suddenly she paused in her footsteps, and she was surprised: "——Mozun?"

Demon Lord Van Lo was facing her back, a huge black shadow stood quietly in the gray river water, turning his head when he heard the words.

"It's been a long time for you," he said lightly.

Shakti was very calm, but his cheek muscles trembled a few times unnoticeably: "The thousand degrees realm is broken, but I have other ways to compensate..."

"No," a cold sarcasm appeared in Van Lo's eyes: "Phoenix King sent you down specially to find a way to compensate for me."

Shakti hadn't realized what it meant, suddenly the devil drew his knife and raised his hand, and the gust of wind chopped off the last head of King Ming III!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shakti burst out screaming, and instantly the black blood rose, and the completely dead body of King Jiang III shook and threw into the river!

At the same time, a magic flame ignited on Van Lo's side, and within a few seconds, he sucked away the nowhere to depend on the mana of the King of the Third King, and then differentiated and dissipated in the black magic flame, becoming pure energy into the body.

At that moment, there was a long-distance tearing sound in the depths of his soul. The seal under Zhou Hui that year finally broke out with terrible cracks under the continuous impact of powerful energy.

"——Mozun!" Shakti was furious: "You treachery villain, you——!"

"You are mistaken," Mozun showed a joking smile: "It was not you who made a contract with me."

His face covered with black stripes was bloody and cruel. On the gray river of hell, he stepped on a boat made of skeletons connected by hands and feet, turned around and laughed.