Hunting College

Demon Hunting High School Chapter 432 The Price of Blood and Flesh

Snapped!

Snapped! Snapped!

The chests of one ogre after another exploded one after another, gushing out dark red blood. Amidst the brittle and rapid thunder, there was a clear gurgling sound, enveloped by magic power, surging, spreading, and flowing to every place. Under the feet of an ogre, there are living dark red ouroboros, connected head to tail, outlining a magic circle of inverted pentagrams.

In the occult, the inverted pentagram has always been considered a symbol of evil and Satan.

And the patterns under the ogre's feet are filled with a strange and depraved feeling. Just looking at it, Zheng Qing is a little out of breath, as if the **** skulls and sheep's heads are looking up from the Those magic circles struggled to climb up, and the curved horns touched the ogre's joints. Their bodies were pulled and twisted by invisible forces, and they were constantly infused with crazy power coming from somewhere.

Gan Ning's complexion suddenly changed.

He felt the traces of the professor's modulation from those powers.

Professor Monteria has always been adhering to the idea that practice is more important than theory. Many times, the professor is not afraid to conduct experiments when the theory is not clear-this sense of urgency is also one of the reasons why he is respected and loved by many young wizards in the laboratory. After all, young people are impatient, and have a kind of ignorant and reckless bravery about the serious consequences that illegal experiments may cause.

Right now, he once felt the crazy aura lingering around those ogres on the professor's test bench. He remembered it very clearly. It was a powerful but extremely uncontrollable force.

The magical creatures selected by the laboratory—from tiny eight-legged spiders, corpse beetles, fishwives in the water, scorpions in the air, to common red chain snakes, rare thestrals, etc.—none of them could bear the burden. That kind of power, the best-performing Behemoth melted like a burning candle an hour after being infused with that power; the worst-performing unicorn even just smelled that breath, and two Stretch battles, incontinence, completely lost consciousness.

Overall, this is a force that has a greater affinity for dark creatures. When the young wizards in the laboratory discussed the source of this power in private, they all cast their gazes into the depths of the starry sky.

The combination of blood and starry sky is a kind of taboo even in the field of black magic.

"There are tunnels in the strong wind, and it can be broken or smashed!"

"Mintian Jiwei, apply it to the earth!"

"What grass is not yellow, what grass is not mysterious!"

"No grass never dies, no tree never wilts!"

Su Shijun's clear incantations resounded in all directions, and the magic of heaven's punishment, wind blade and destruction fell from the sky, like a meteorite falling from the sky, turning into a huge millstone, creaking and grinding the flesh and blood that had not been destroyed under the meteorite into powder .

The swirling wind blades are wrapped in dense dust, setting off a gray-white world. Zheng Qing feels as if he is standing on the edge of a sandstorm. As far as he can see, it is cloudy three to five meters away, and he can't see anything clearly.

He held the rune gun and looked over his head.

The witch's figure was submerged in the dust, the cyclone and the dim sky, indistinct and indistinct. The young public finance student looked at the magic biology lecturer on the other side at a loss, but was surprised to find that Gan Ning was looking at the scene in front of him with a serious face, muttering something, and there were four or five note boards of different sizes floating around. The colorful quills were squeaking and writing with his murmur.

It's like being in a laboratory.

Zheng Qing stood on the shoulders of Bofu's giant, tugged at its ears, and motioned to move closer to the magic biology lecturer. He was very curious about what Gan Ning was writing.

But the giant under his feet did not move.

"Something is wrong!"

Xiao Xiao's slightly hasty voice came from next to his ear: "The fortune-telling results suddenly became chaotic... The feedback system from the battle formation showed that there was danger coming, but we didn't find anything! Be careful!"

The materialized Tier 2 battle formation naturally possessed certain abilities of Bofu's giants, such as huge body, huge strength, and keen battlefield intuition.

At this moment, the giant's intuition kept calling the police, but the young wizards who built the giant's flesh and blood body were at a loss, not knowing where the alarm came from.

woo woo...

Almost at the same time as Xiao Xiao warned, Zheng Qing sensitively noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the howling wind around him. The sound of the wind was mixed with some other sounds.

Squeak...

squeak...

"It's similar to shakuhachi, a flute with a sharper sound!" Xiao Xiao quickly made his own judgment: "This is the prelude of the undead, and only the dead who wandered by the Wuding River can hear this kind of sound." Voice... are we dead already?"

The doctor's bewilderment filled the last sentence.

Absolutely not dead.

Zheng Qing, who had experienced death once, was very sure of his judgment. While comforting his anxious partner, he listened attentively. The 'flute sound' came from the whirling gray-white dust storm not far away. The voice is very weak~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is very inconspicuous amidst the sound of wind, spells, screams of ogres, and the sound of broken trees.

But gradually, the shakuhachi's voice became clearer and clearer, with a bit of mockery in it, like thousands of anxious birds chirping in unison, loud and shrill, making people want to vomit, and their hearts suddenly rose. A frenzied urge to smash and destroy everything around.

"What an amazing piece of work."

A small, appreciative voice suddenly came out of Zheng Qing's ears: "Use the blood ceremony to summon the ancestors, pay the price of flesh and blood, and trade with those gluttons... Few wizards dare to use the power of the starry sky to reconcile the power of demons, see The attack technique is a bit immature, but the design structure is ingenious... It's a pity, it's a pity... This is a dead end. The power after being tempered by the stars will only return to the stars... If the power of the demons were so easily tamed, they would have already become endangered in the alliance species."

The boy was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered the resident in his ear hole, the little green snake—as part of the power of the Sea Demon King, its insight was obviously extraordinary.

"Do you know what's going on? Who's up to it? The ogre? Who did it make a deal with? Is it dangerous? What should I do? Can you inform sir?"

The young public finance student hastily threw out a series of questions.

But after the little green snake finished saying those words, it fell into silence again, even though the wizard pulled his ears and rattled his head, he refused to make another sound, as if it was just a dream, or Zheng Qing was hallucinating .

Soon, Zheng Qing knew that it was not an illusion.

call!

A thick arm with scales suddenly cut through the tumbling dust, and stretched straight towards the witch in midair. Almost at the same time, four more arms stretched out from the cloud of dust, grabbing the four cyan fox tails hanging around.