After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 72 Word Spirit

  He Lingchuan's eyes were poisonous: "It didn't bleed, so it shouldn't be dead!"

  Besides, the creatures here all have the function of automatic resurrection. Doesn’t the black flood dragon, which is a tool spirit, not have it?

  As if responding to his doubts, smoke burst out from the head of the black flood dragon, and soon grew a complete lower jaw. And the parts that were cut and fell to the ground also turned into black water, rolled back to the tail and became one again.

  No matter how you say it, this is also the home field of the Hei Jiao, and the law is most beneficial to it.

   Needless to say, the two are fighting for another round of life and death. The black dragon desperately wanted to swallow Nian Songyu, but the latter was even more vicious and domineering than before.

  The most astonishing thing is that the blue light glowing from his body is extremely bright, indicating that his use of Qiankun Qian has reached its peak.

   It can be seen that the suppression of Nian Songyu in the fantasy world has disappeared.

  Behind Bai Guang's upper body, Nian Songyu seemed to be on the hook, smashing the black dragon twice in succession. Fortunately, the latter was able to recover quickly and fought extremely tenaciously. The surrounding demon apes and sand leopards attacked, and he also swept the whole field, shaking them to pieces.

   This is very weird. It stands to reason that the price of using the power of the wild is very high. Nian Songyu should be weak, short of breath, black and blue, and unstable in the lower body after a few tens of seconds. Although it is not necessary to walk while supporting the wall, it is definitely impossible to fight He Lingchuan for thirty rounds.

   Now that Nian Songyu suddenly scored twice, and is even more powerful than the first time, it must be caused by the possessed white light. He Lingchuan is not envious of this. There is no free glory in the world. Nian Songyu forced her to rise midway, presumably at the cost of damaging her muscles and bones and squeezing her blood to push her body to the limit. sequelae.

   Obviously, no one on both sides of the present cared about this.

   Another round of fighting.

   "Too weak! Is this what you are capable of?" Nian Songyu pointed at the ground, "It's not worth it for me to make this trip for nothing."

  He Lingchuan could hear the disappointment in its tone, and his heart moved.

  He didn't know how complicated the process of asking the gods was, but there were only three successful gods in history, and this time it was only four times, so it was not easy to think about it.

  Disappointment means that the effort is not proportional to the harvest. So why is this guy so disappointed, isn't the weaker the weapon spirit the better? This is convenient for them to charge the generous pot.

  Hei Jiao didn't get angry, and laughed: "I can keep playing for three or five years, can you?"

   It was chopped into three pieces this time, and its body is also recovering quickly, and it can be as good as before in a maximum of 20 breaths. The rest of the demon apes that had been wiped out also regrouped, and they were about to launch an offensive soon.

  Persistent and stable is the kingly way. No matter how tyrannical the opponent is, the borrowed body is tattered and poor, time and victory will eventually be on the side of the black flood dragon.

  Nian Songyu didn't say much, bit his fingertips, and drew three runes out of thin air.

  The blood condensed in the air when it flowed out, turning the runes into blood characters.

  He moved very quickly at the beginning, but became more and more sluggish towards the end, as if these few strokes weighed more than a thousand pounds. It wasn't until the Black Flood Dragon had finished regrouping and rushed up again that he could barely finish the last few strokes.

   Then, he yelled three times.

  Each sound uses a syllable, and the tone is very strange, but it can immediately drive a blood character to turn into red light and rush towards the black dragon.

   After three loud shouts, three blood-red chains appeared on Hei Jiao's body!

  These chains are all phantoms, seemingly intangible, but the black dragon was crushed to the ground at once, as if carrying three mountains on its back.

  Every step forward is extraordinarily difficult, requiring three to five times more effort.

  The faces of everyone in the city changed. How could the Black Flood Dragon be suppressed to such an extent in his home field?

   Is this the "God" that Sun Fuping spent so much effort to invite? Really tyrannical.

   "This is the Spiritual Speech I imitated. It corresponds to the three effects of sinking, stagnation, and fatigue. Even your resurrection will be slowed down." Therefore, creatures that have been affected by the Spiritual Speech move slowly, have a heavy body, and have weak combat power. Nian Songyu smiled, "It's strange, can't you solve it?"

  Hei Jiao looked at him silently, and crawled towards him firmly but slowly.

   "If you can't solve it—" Nian Songyu's eyes were bright, and even her voice was full of excitement, "You are not the real master of this world!"

  He Lingchuan frowned. Even the owner of this illusion can't do whatever he wants, right? Otherwise, in the future, the enemy will die with one finger, so why bother with them until now?

  But the invited **** obviously meant something, and his expression was so excited, as if he had won a big prize.

  Thinking of the price of asking for magic spells, and thinking of He Chunhua, He Lingchuan felt a sudden pain in his heart.

   This kind of pain seems to be deeply rooted in the memory of the original body.

  Since the divine descent has appeared, He Chunhua is probably dead, right?

  He Lingchuan quickly turned his thoughts elsewhere. People cannot be resurrected after death, the most important thing is what to do next.

  After being hugged by the white light, he always felt a splitting headache and drowsiness, and wished he could lie down and sleep for three days. Lenovo just had a weird experience, he knew that he must have been injured, among other things, the sand leopard transformed from the shadow almost ripped him open.

  After waking up, he touched his chest and abdomen. Except for the internal injury caused by the rolling stone, the epidermis was intact.

   So, it hurts in the head?

  He Lingchuan tried his best to ignore the discomfort in his heart and brain, and calmed down.

  Those two rounds of crossbows completely ruined his relationship with Sun and Nian, so he could only help Hei Jiao as his own national teacher.

  But does Hei Jiao always keep his word?

   Kill Sun and Nian, will Hei Jiao swallow them by the way? After all, the Black Flood Dragon guards the Dafang Pot, and they are also invaders, so they are not fundamentally different from Sun Nian.

  At this time, everyone in the city was holding on to the wall and looking down, and had no time to care about other things. He Lingchuan rolled his eyes, and suddenly a strange idea popped up.

   It seems a bit feasible, why not give it a try?

  …

   Hit by the spell of words, the attack of the black dragon is greatly reduced. If it was as fast as a dragon in the past, it is as slow as a snail now.

  Not to mention Nian Songyu, even Zeng Feixiong can roll up his sleeves and fight a few times.

  Nian Songyu stabbed the long knife in Heijiao's head, and once again made a blood book out of thin air.

   This time there was also only one character, and Nian Songyu wrote it more difficultly, even her fingertips trembled, making it difficult to continue.

  If Hei Jiao's movements were not restricted, he would not be able to complete this task at all.

  Nian Songyu's face turned red and then turned pale. After finishing writing with great difficulty, she yelled out, and immediately vomited a mouthful of black blood.

   There are still pieces of meat in the blood, which are pieces of organs that have been spit out.

  But the effect of the spell on Hei Jiao's body is better than the previous ones:

   Frost begins to form on the middle knife, spreading from the head down.

  Wherever the hoarfrost spread, the movement of that part of the black flood dragon would stop completely.

   Obviously, Nian Songyu finally thought of a way to deal with the black flood dragon, which is to completely freeze it, which saves the opponent from the trouble of being reborn again and again after being beaten.

  The fly in the ointment is that he has to assist in chanting a spell to continue this process.

  Obviously speaking spirit spells are not so easy to use.

  (end of this chapter)