Record of Chaos

"If you can kill us, you just did it." Gouzhu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and his shrewd eyes swept the Dark Night King and Hei Linger two monsters, without missing a single detail. A grim smile appeared on his face.

　　 "Your eyes are pretending to be calm, but your breath is unstable and your soul is lost. You can't use your force for the time being, right? Our brothers may not be able to kill you, but it shouldn't be difficult for you to recover.

Then he pointed to Hei Ling'er next to him: "As for your stupid subordinate, he used his own blood when confronting us just now. He doesn't want to recover so quickly. Don't look at how many of us were injured. Every one of my lives blew up, so you are not afraid that we will drag you to death together?"

　　 Hei Yewang's arrogant expression did not change, but Hei Ling'er had no complacency on his face at this time, but showed a timid color, which was observed by keen scrutiny.

　　 Whether it is human cultivation or demon cultivation, once the essence and blood are used, the realm will automatically drop at least one level, and the recovery time is uncertain. Now he is equivalent to the strength of Ouyang Fan and Leng Lingqiu of Jiujiu Zhong.

　　 Ouyang Fan, Leng Lingqiu and others both have injuries, but Hei Ling'er's energy and blood are exhausted, and it is actually not much better.

　　 Besides, no matter how good he is, he can't stand the crowd. Under this circumstance, it is difficult to tell whether he has to work his life for the Night King.

　　 The Night King didn't bother to scold him. Instead, move your hand into the air a little bit. Suddenly a blood-red spirit wave appeared in the blood-devouring and holding-god formation, rushing to Hei Ling'er.

　　 His own recovery has almost exhausted the energy in the blood-devouring and holding-god formation. But like a wrung towel, there will inevitably be a little remnant. As long as he twists it harder, he can always squeeze out another drop or two.

　　 One or two drops is enough to restore Hei Ling'er's deficient qi and blood, but the realm he dropped by using his essence and blood cannot be restored temporarily.

　　 This makes Goujiu feel cold. Unexpectedly, although the Night King was unable to use his magic power, he could still control this blood-devouring and holding-god formation to repair the blood of the ghost owl demon.

With their surviving strength, only the nineteenth person was not injured, and everyone else was injured. Even in a state where he was so injured that he could barely move, he wanted to negotiate terms with the Night King. Greatly insufficient.

　　 "What about now?" The Night King spoke coldly, and his voice transmission was like a cold sword, directly piercing everyone's spirits.

"If you hand over the Nine Soul Concentration Pill, this king promises that you can live. Your junior can also get the antidote to the green poisonous ant. If you don't hand it, I will let Hei Ling'er kill them one by one, starting with this human tree hybrid. ."

　　 It is still his most desired ending to let Gou Zhuo obediently hand over the Nine Soul Calming Pill. Otherwise, he needs time to practice on his own, and nights are long and dreamy. And the support of the Five Elements School is coming soon. At that time, he had to abandon Yeblin Mountain, a treasured geomantic place, and escape to the demon world.

　　 But even if you really use this pill as a coercion. He would never sign a blood contract with this person. In his capacity, Gouzhu is not even an ant. His dignity cannot accept the coercion of this person, even if the fish die and the net is broken.

　　 At the same time, dozens of miles away from Mozhuyuan, under the horizontal cut of Mo Shengshou's Ice and Fire swords, Qing Jifeng's waist was cut in two sections!

　　 The piercing gaze shot from the eyes of the blue hurricane remained unchanged, but the body had been divided into the upper and lower halves, and fell from the sky like leaves in the autumn wind.

　　 Although a person and a beast have two fleshy bodies, the morphing demon in the purple house died and injured the same. As long as the human body is fatally injured, the animal body will die.

　　 "He actually died?" Mo Shengshang felt a little weird. As the chief chief of most ghost owls, Qing Haifeng's life-saving trump card cannot be as simple as a purple shield bead. The success of this strike surprised him.

　　 As expected...

　　 Qing Haifeng fell to the ground with his upper and lower body, making loud noises. However, it did not fall into a mass of flesh and blood splashing as Mo Shengchou expected, but a burst of blue light flashed and turned into a left arm that was broken in two.

　　 "The technique of surrogate death?"

　　 has practiced the technique of replacing death with the body, and can abandon a part of the body to replace death at a critical moment. As for how much to discard, it depends on the power of the opponent's attack. The greater the power, the more parts that need to be discarded.

　　 Qing Haifeng also gave up a left arm, and escaped with Mo Shengchou's life-threatening cut.

　　 Mo Shengshou quickly unfolded his spiritual consciousness and swept around. However, the world is vast and empty, where is the shadow of Qing Haifeng?

　　 Qing Haifeng originally duel with Mo Shengchou here, so he didn't have to be born and died. As long as Mo Shengshou can be held back, his goal has been achieved. When he received the news that the Night King had resurrected, naturally it was time for him to leave.

　　 And on the battlefield of Changye Town, the remaining hundreds of monks were almost a protective barrier made of their own flesh and blood, and they were still crumbling under the impact of ghost owls' whistling groans.

　　 The entire town was originally a bazaar and dwellings for dozens of miles, but nowadays, there are almost no tiles except a small piece of remaining inside the defensive light curtain.

　　 Corpses and residual limbs were thrown away like rubbish. The smell of blood in the air almost stained the dark night. Wild dogs roamed through the rubble, and groups of crows flew down and pecked at the corpses on the ground.

　　 The battlefield has shrunk a lot compared to when it was at its peak. The area protected by the defensive front now is probably only a few miles from the town center. Within the walls, there were tens of thousands of surviving mortals gathered like ants. Once the defensive wall is breached, these ten thousand mortals are nothing but lambs to be slaughtered to the ghost owl.

　　 The dusk is heavy, and the fighting is not as intense as during the day. This is not because the two sides intend to give up, but everyone has suffered heavy losses, and the number of human and demon cultivators who can participate in the war is less than one-third of the original. And most of them have injuries.

　　 The moonlight was bright this night, illuminating the pale faces of everyone on the ground. No one knows when the support of the Five Elements Sect will come. Maybe tomorrow, maybe even the day after tomorrow. Although the offensive of the ghost owl has weakened a lot, there is no sign of stopping.

　　 Everyone has despair written on their faces. They all feel like they can't make it tonight. Although extremely exhausted, the sense of fear that they were dismembered by the ghost owl still supported them to continue to resist on the ground.

　　 The battle between humans and monsters is far more fierce than the human civil war. If it's a human civil war, you can surrender if you can't sustain it. There is basically no possibility of surrender in the battle of monsters. The rivalry between these two races is as deep as the sea, either you die or I live. No one wants to die, so no one can give in.

　　 Finally, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, the monks suddenly discovered that the attack of the ghost owl had stopped. The remaining ghost owl group turned around and flew towards the border of the demon world. Everyone couldn't believe their eyes for a while.

　　 "These beasts are finally gone!" Someone screamed. Next, everyone yelled wildly. In such a desperate situation, they actually reversed and repelled each other and won!

The retreat of 　　 Ghost Owl is also one of Ao Hayate’s plans. The combat power of these tens of thousands of ghost owls was the foundation of the Ten Thousand Stream Valley tribe. It was placed in the Long Night Array just to contain the main force of the Five Elements Sect Demon Hall, and wait for the resurrection of the Dark Night King.

　　 But Qing Jifeng received a message from Hong Ye, and when he learned that the Dark Night King had successfully resurrected, he ordered the ghost owl army to withdraw to the demon world. The remaining ghost owl is only a quarter of the original, it is impossible to fight the Kunlin tribe. But in the demon world, it can barely be regarded as a small and medium combat power.

　　 At this time, in the Ghost Howling Palace under the Bone Eagle Peak, Goujiu was facing a choice. He can choose to hand over the Nine Soul Concentration Pill. Heiyewang said that as long as he surrendered this pill, everyone can live and the wood can also get the antidote. If not, Hei Ling'er will kill them one by one to force him to hand over the medicine.

　　 This is bad, and this pill is not a must-have for the Night King. If not, he would not die. At first, there was some suspicion about this matter, but after seeing the eyes of the Night King, there was nothing unusual, and he could only believe that it was true.

How to do? How to do? During this one breath ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the scratchy mind rotated countless times. If the pill is handed over, will the night king keep his promise?

　　 looked at it, and the dark eyes of the Night King were as deep as the night, and there were violent murderous intent in the coldness, as if he came back to this world to kill. But he is the king of ghost owls, will he easily violate his promise?

　　Yes, Master once said that the reason why the king and emperor in this world does not easily violate his promise is to win people's hearts for the sake of establishing a letter. But this Dark Night King, resurrected by himself, is the only living ancient power of the ghost owl clan. Is it necessary for him to establish a letter?

　　He can be unscrupulous, no matter how many bad deeds he has done, there will be ghost owls who follow him to wipe his ass. It doesn't matter if you break your promise once in a while.

　　 Thinking of this, Goujiu secretly made up his mind. Since the Night King is temporarily unable to use his mana, as long as he manages to get rid of this black Ling'er, there is hope for everything. Just how to get rid of him?

　　 In the time of two breaths, at least ten methods were conceived. However, it is extremely difficult to deal with a ghost owl monster beast that is full of vitality and blood on the nine-fold peak of the foundation, even if all of them can accurately cooperate, it is still extremely difficult to kill each other before the night king intervenes. Even the most secure one is only about 30% certain.

　　 But at this moment, the sudden change occurred.

　　 A white light flashed in the sky, and a teleportation array measuring several feet in size appeared. A beautiful woman in red appeared in the air with huge wings and landed. This made Gou Zhuo's heart feel cold again: it is actually another ghost owl monster! In this way, 10% of the opportunities are gone.

　　 As soon as the woman appeared, she bowed down to the Night King and said, "Wanliu Valley Junior Girl Hongye, meet your Majesty the Night King!"