Record of Chaos

　　 Hei Ling'er followed Zi Yan's team all the way to the Night Blind Mountain. After a hard fight, he was tortured like a bird with a bow. But now he is in an extremely favorable situation. The remnants of the night king and the medicine are in his hands, and there are foundation-building monks below. The achievements of the generations are not at your fingertips, but already in his hands!

　　The only problem is that the number of foundation-building monks below is very large, and two of them are foundation-building ninefold. If these people work together, it would be enough to beat him. Fortunately, the two groups below are fighting endlessly. There is no need for him to provoke both sides. He only needs to join the side designated by the Night King to seize the flesh body, and wipe out the other side's stray pieces one by one.

　　 He put the head of the Night King directly into the baggage behind his back, spread his wings, and stepped forward and was about to take off. Suddenly he felt his feet sink and he was firmly held by something. When the bird took off, it was the most important thing. Being pulled by this, he immediately fell down, fell on the stone platform, and almost rolled off.

　　 Hei Ling'er was furious. He hates that others make black hands when he takes off and landing. He struggled to get up, but one foot was dragged so hard that he could not get up.

Looking back, it was the short and honest young monk who had just seen the Dark Night King who almost killed him. He jumped up and grabbed his left foot the moment he took off, and he has not let go until now. .

　　 Hei Ling'er frowned, pointed at the other person and said in a thick native language: "Good boy, dare to drag your father back. You are not my opponent, let go of your life, and you will spare your life."

　　 It's not that he doesn't want to kill, but now the Night King is in his hands. As long as the Dark Night King is resurrected, he is likely to be above 10,000 people in the Demon Realm. With such a significant benefit right in front of him, he didn't want to have many dreams in the night, and he had no time to kill another person. As long as the other party let go, it's easier than anything else.

　　 Unexpectedly, this guy is not high, but his temper is very tough: "Let me let go, you can return the skull to me."

　　 Hei Ling'er sneered: "What a lifeless thing!" After saying that, he had a black feather-like blade in his hand and stabbed him directly.

　　 Both of them crawled on the edge of the stone platform, and Hei Ling'er hung his head on the steep wall. He was holding a sharp blade, and the wood he saw when he looked back was facing him. He didn't know how hard the opponent's scalp was, so he deliberately avoided it, stabbing the neck with a sword. There is no bone protection and the softest place. A sword is inserted between the neck and the collarbone, and it can go straight into the chest cavity without any doubt.

　　 But when he stabbed it with a sword, he felt it pierced into a kind of tough wood. Although he tried his best, he couldn't get in anymore.

　　 "Is this guy an individual repairer?" Hei Ling'er was taken aback. In fact, even for the physical training of the foundation-building realm, his long feather sword is extremely sharp, and it will never even pierce the opponent's body. In addition to physical training, this opponent is likely to have some kind of secret technique to strengthen the physical body.

　　 The sword entered the flesh and blood, stimulating the innate tree body of the wood, and the wooden shield appeared in the muscles, blocking the blade.

　　 This black sword has already penetrated into the flesh, and there is a lot of pain. But Muju had long believed that he had to smash the skull today, his eyes were red, and he did not let go.

　　 Hei Ling'er stabbed a few more swords, still useless. Unable to kill the opponent for a while, he drew the black long sword and slashed frantically on the wooden arm. The sleeves were ragged, the skin was open and the flesh was dripping with blood, but this arm was constantly cutting.

　　 "Damn, I chopped your finger to see how you catch it!" Hei Ling'er was also furious at this time. He was also a virtual pill monster anyway, and seeing that he was done, he was actually hanged by a foundation builder.

　　 Regardless of whether he would cut his own foot or not, he slashed at the opponent's finger with a sword. Wood screamed, and his thumb was broken.

　　 Taking advantage of the opponent's strength, Hei Ling'er lifted up his blood and flapped his wings. Suddenly a hurricane swept back. The strength of his virtual pill was finally revealed.

　　 Although the opponent's body is extremely tough, the strength of his own virtual pill monster is better than the opponent by many times. Especially ghost owls are good at controlling the wind. This past is no less than a big blow.

The wooden thumb was chopped off, painful on the one hand, and unable to focus on the other side. It was swept away by the wind, and finally could not be grasped. It flew out like a leaf and slammed on the throne, smashing the throne. Half. He continued to roll back, disappearing from Hei Ling'er's vision.

　　 "Huh, the kid who is looking for death." Hei Ling'er scolded while struggling to get up. But there was another trip under my feet. He looked down and realized that the left foot he had just grabbed was now wrapped around his ankle with a thick branch about the thickness of his wrist.

　　 The branch was wrapped around his feet like a python, and the other end passed over the throne of the crushed Night King and was pulled to the other end.

　　 Although the wood was blown away by a fan, the obsession was difficult in his heart, and he didn't know how to activate the tree body. After such a long tree hand grew, he continued to entangle the foot of Hei Ling'er.

　　 "No wonder it's such a ban, it turned out to be a treeman?" Hei Ling'er suddenly realized.

　　 If an ordinary monster is only built with five foundations, it is at most a spirit beast, and it should not have such a perfect human body. But the Demon Realm Tree Clan is different. The tree clan is said to be Shura, descending from the sky. And Shura was born with both humans and beasts.

　　 "If it's a tree person, then this thing I brought just happens to come in handy." On the contrary, a strange and hideous color appeared on Hei Ling'er's face. He used a sword to cut the branch that entangled his ankle, cutting out a scar, then took out a small jade bottle, and poured a white powder into the slit.

　　 In the demon world, the ghost owl and the tree clan have fought for many years, but they are still lost. The tree clan has a sturdy body and its defense power is unparalleled in the world. In order to deal with the treants, some experts in the demon world have domesticated a kind of "green poisonous ants of the tree-breaking clan".

The white powder that 　　 Hei Ling took out was not something else, but the eggs of the green poisonous ant.

The living conditions of 　　 Cyclops are extremely harsh. In other places, even if hatched, they will die very quickly. Only the worm eggs that fall into the tree clan body and are infected by the tree clan’s qi and blood will hatch quickly, and then feed on the tree’s flesh and blood, and continuously secrete toxins, resulting in The tree man withered and died. Unless a special antidote is used, this worm is extremely difficult to remove.

　　 Sure enough, the white powder fell into the cut gaps on the branches, but within a few breaths, this end began to turn yellow visibly with the naked eye, and the force was loose. Hei Ling'er broke free and did not look at the opponent behind the throne, but laughed twice, spreading his wings and flying in Wu Yu's direction.

　　 The tree man was hit by a green poisonous ant. Death is light, but life is worse than death. So he didn't bother to look at the other party. And the Night King, who was behind him, was constantly urging him to find Wu Yu.

　　 Wu Yu, this elite disciple of the Five Elements School of Shui Deyuan, he has never seen him before. But the Night King had already transmitted his appearance, breath and divine consciousness together, which impressed him extremely. Now that he swept away his spiritual sense, he easily discovered the existence of the other party.

　　 But what's bad is that he has been entangled by this tree monster for too long, the mutation has been born, and it seems to be too late!

Although 　　 Gouzhu has killed several times in the bloodstained stele, he has never directly used the battle experience in the stele on the same opponent. Wu Yu can be said to have hit the tip of the gun.

　　 The process of playing against a real person is not exactly the same as keeping the bloodstain in the monument. The bloodstain retention monument always uses the tricks it thinks is enough to kill the opponent from the beginning, without any process of feint.

　　 This is because the retaining monument has a very good understanding of the strength and tactics of goblin, and there is no secret at all, so there is no need for any temptation.

　　 But these probing tricks are not very threatening. After evading the hook easily, Wu Yu began to use the ultimate move in the heavy water world.

　　 Goujiu was surprised to find that from the moment the opponent used the killer move, everything was like a script already written in the monument, there was no difference!

　　 The surviving stele does not have the ability of the prophet ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but the surviving stele will automatically calculate the most advantageous combat method based on the strength of the ingested figure and the length of the magic weapon.

　　Wu Yu has already practiced the heavy water ball thousands of times, knowing everything well, the tactics he mastered naturally and the optimal solution points calculated by the retention monument are not bad.

　　 is just all the tactics in the world, once the opponent has foreseen it, no matter how strong it is, it will only trap oneself.

　　 Seeing Wu Yu obediently follow the script, Gouzhu smiled secretly, and according to the tactics in the stele, released the underworld orchid in the water, and suddenly a corpse gas filled Wu Yu, so Wu Yu had to frown.

　　 In the end, the process was exactly the same as in the staying stele. The water world disintegrated, and Wu Yu was wrapped around his neck by the nineteenth golden silk. With a gentle pull, a circle of very thin blood stains appeared on his neck.

　　 "How is it possible, am I - dead?" Wu Yu felt a sharp stimulus sweep across her neck smoothly. This caused his eyes to stop, and a thought that frightened him extremely occurred in his heart: Is it because he had been tricked, so he was cut off his head?

　　 His neck has shifted, and blood gushes down the incision like a waterfall. Although he wanted to say something, he could only open his mouth slightly and couldn't say anything.

　　 He has lost contact with the flesh under his neck, and his whole body is like an itching like countless ants crawling over, but in fact it is just an illusion.

how is this possible? I am the one who is about to accept the inheritance of the Night King. I am the heir chosen by the ancient power. How could I die?

　　 I am not convinced! I am not convinced!

　　 At this time, a skull with black flames still in his eyes was thrown by someone, and it drew an arc in the air, hitting it on top of his head.