Genius Demon Empress

The clothes were torn, and what Feng Buhui saw was a face that couldn't be told whether it was ugly or weird, and that face shouldn't even be called a face.

Like a clumsy tree root that failed to be carved, the facial features made up of concave and convex cracks and endless knots, the skin is like a piece of mottled rotten old bark, and the whole body exudes a smell of moss and rotting leaves.

The limbs are like dry old trees covered with branches, and there are various signs that the monster killed halfway is not a human race.

After realizing this, Feng Buhui didn't shrink back.

As a mercenary with rich combat experience, Feng Bugui knew that unnecessary shrinking would only bring disaster.

Almost subconsciously, with the five fingers of his left hand, he buckled the crossbow nimbly, just like when he used to shoot the crossbow with his right hand, opening and shooting the crossbow was really beautiful.

Arrow shadows burst out, and five arrows rushed out like hungry wolves, lined up side by side without the slightest difference.

The arrow pierced the air, and shot straight at the masked man in black. It was really aggressive. As soon as the arrow arrived in the blink of an eye, his confidence immediately increased. Even if Feng Bugui broke his hand, it would be difficult to shoot such a Fast crossbow.

As long as the other party is a profound practitioner who is also at the Earth Profound Realm, even if his cultivation level is higher than his, Feng Buhui can still confidently kill him with one arrow.

Not even a hair's worth, five arrows hit the rotten wood monster right in the middle.

The body of the black-clothed monster shook, and five arrows sank into its body, piercing through it.

Hearing the sound, Feng Buhui not only did not feel happy, but also showed a bit of bewilderment on his face. He used a crossbow to kill profound beasts. There were countless opponents. The sound of the arrows piercing the flesh was not like this.

"Jie Jie, a cripple with a broken arm can also shoot such an arrow. This arrow can actually shoot through my body. It deserves a commendation," the black-clothed monster hesitated.

"Boom", the five arrows slammed back into the carbine.

Feng Buhui hurriedly rolled, barely avoiding the crossbow arrow.

A series of obscure and strange words spit out from the mouth of the rotten tree monster.

His pronunciation is very weird, not like the language of the human race, even Feng Buhui, who has traveled around for a long time and has extraordinary knowledge, can't understand it.

The rotten tree monster read faster and faster, the ground shook, and tree vines like tentacles drilled out of the ground, entangled Feng Buhui's body, making it difficult for him to move.

"Boy, I'll give you one more chance. Who gave you the devil crystal, and where is that person now? Otherwise, I'll tear you in half right from the beginning to the end," the rotting tree monster said impatiently.

"Bah, you evil ghost, don't be complacent, it's just death, don't even think about asking a word from me." Feng Buhui waved the crossbow, still unyielding, he just snagged a few vines.

"Death, you think it's so easy, I'm going to make your life worse than death," the black-clothed masked man chopped off his foot, and cruelly passed through Feng Bugui's body, a huge thick vine rolled like a poisonous snake, piercing through Touched Feng Bugui's left shoulder.

A trickle of fresh blood spurted out instantly, and the giant vine swung Feng Buhui into the air with another sweep.

Feng Buhui's body fell heavily, followed by another giant vine, this time piercing Feng Buhui's left leg.

Again and again, each time a heart-wrenching puncture. Feng Buhui's body soon became like a broken leaf riddled with holes, and finally fell heavily to the ground

From the beginning to the end, he did not beg for mercy, and his five blood-stained fingers were holding on to the crossbow tightly.

The blood has soaked the small piece of land red.

Feng Buhui gritted his teeth, he knew he couldn't survive.

"Stubborn boy, do you think that you will be cleared up when you die. Jie Jie, you have completely angered me, and I will tear your family and everyone in the town apart. It's all because of you, Because you refused to tell me the whereabouts of the devil mother crystal," the black-clothed monster roared angrily.

On the branch beside it, a few carrion owls that smelled the breath of death stopped on the branch, staring at the person on the ground who no longer had a human form with gloomy eyes.

"I don't regret it, brother, I will also be a mercenary in the future," the younger brother's cute smile lingered in his mind.

"I don't regret it, you are the eldest son of the family. After Dad is gone, you have to take good care of your younger brother and your mother," Dad entrusted before he died.

"I don't regret it, you are too old, when will your mother give birth to a big fat grandson," the concerned words of the enthusiastic neighbors are still in my ears.

"I don't regret it, come, tell everyone about your being a mercenary," the neighbor's partners eagerly greeted him for a drink.

He hates so much, regrets so much, he hates, it's useless to hate himself, he hates himself for not being able to kill this monster that killed countless brothers.

These are his most precious treasures, and they must not be destroyed by them.

Feng Buhui's eye sockets were about to burst open, and countless blood shot out around the eyeballs.

His bloody fingers moved, and with his last breath, he clenched the Pan bow.

The lines on the crossbow seemed to be alive, twisting and turning into blue-red veins. When they saw flesh and blood, they bit like ants.

But for Feng Buhui at this moment, he no longer knows what pain is.

The crossbow was slowly merging into his flesh and blood, and the red light suddenly flourished. The dazzling red light made the rotten wood monster unable to open its eyes for a while.

"Monster, don't even think about touching a single hair of their hair." From Feng Bugui's throat, there was a thrilling roar, and his whole body was surrounded by red light.

Where Feng Buhui was originally standing, there is no human figure, only a crossbow that is as tall as a man.

On the crossbow, the originally dim and ancient arrow patterns all came alive at that moment. A sparkle, emerald red brighter than blood, sprayed out.

The emerald-colored red arrow shot out, and it turned into a ostrich in mid-air. The wings of the ostrich fluttered, and countless feathers turned into sharp arrows.

Feathered arrows scraped against the air and turned into fist-sized fireballs.

The black-clothed monster opened its eyes wide, and looked at the fireball in the sky in disbelief. It was originally a tree demon of the wood genus, and was naturally afraid of fire.

The fire all over the sky hit like rain, and it flinched.

It was too late. On that day, a fire broke out in the woods outside Fenglinwan Town for no reason. Countless tendons were ignited by the fire, and the trees were turned into charcoal.

The black-clothed monster struggled in pain and howled, thick green sap sprayed out from its body, the stench was unpleasant.

It was consumed by the fireball and reduced to an ugly pool of ashes.

The sound of heavy panting was heard in the firelight, one after another.

The huge bow fell to the ground and turned into Feng Buhui with bloody limbs, his body was covered with flirtatious lines.

In the distance, the younger brother's cry was heard, and there was a faint smile on Feng Buhui's mouth, and a gleam of tears dripped from the corner of his eyes.