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Chapter 1275 Tomb of the Chieftain King (208)

"Michael, come on."

The sunbird stretched out its wings and motioned for Michael to come over. The Fallen Archangel's aura was somewhat disordered. It seemed that he had not become stronger due to the fusion of the Skinned Lord's resurrection authority. Instead, he had become much weaker, as if he had been seriously injured. The sun was warm and full of vitality. Yi Ling let the sun brush over his whole body and melted half of the ice on Michael's body. He let Michael go when he thought his condition was better. The Fallen Archangel listened in a deep voice and fluttered his wings and flew to Qiebi Village to catch Wu Laoliu and make up for his mistake. Wang Yushu did not have wings, which was not as convenient as Michael. Yi Ling asked Corn Shoots to accompany him to bring the wandering corpse back.

"Go ahead, corn shoots. Leave the ghost butterfly to me."

After Michael flew away, the bulging stone that was as quiet as a chicken shook. The corn shoots tried to hide in the ground behind Michael just now. Now that Michael is gone, the bulging bulge of a large piece of stone is particularly conspicuous. . It wasn't until Yi Ling entrusted it with the task and ordered it that the corn shoots suddenly popped their heads out from the ground and hurriedly waved their tentacles towards Yi Ling.

Wu Laoliu, who was trapped in the belly of the corn shoot, ran away. The corn shoot failed to complete his father's task and was very depressed. Now he finally regained some vitality. His huge body arched like a dolphin, arching in an instant. Arriving at the mutated Quetzalcoatl. A tentacle shot out like a flexible snake, throwing a big black ball and then rolled Wang Yushu back to him.

"Father, father, don't worry! Sun will definitely listen to father and bring the wandering corpse back!"

The corn bamboo shoots swore sincerely: "If the bamboo shoots are not brought back, I will let my father eat the bamboo shoots!"

Yi Ling:......

That's not necessary, he has no interest in eating bugs. Yi Ling watched the jade insect squirming, as light and natural as a whale leaping out of the water. It was greeting Yi Ling. After moving away from Yi Ling, the corn shoots plunged into the depths of the rocks, leaving no trace as if they had dived into the water.

"The corn shoots have finally adapted to the environment."

Yi Ling sighed, before the corn shoots burrowed into the ground and sneaked underground, they were quickly devouring sand and gravel, emptying the front to make it easier for them to move forward, but now any sand, gravel, and soil seem to melt after contacting the body of the corn shoots. Turning into water, this should be the worm talent of corn shoots, otherwise such a big worm would eat up half the mountain by drilling around in it. However, different regions have different soils and different pollutions, and the talent of corn shoots is not always effective. Until now, it can be regarded as a worm in the soil in Wuluo Mountain, and can come and go freely. When it submerged into the earth, the stones were automatically pushed to both sides, allowing the corn shoots to dive in easily like water. When it arched, the gravel and soil slid down its surface like a waterfall, without even touching the corn shoots.

This also allowed Yi Ling to clearly see the large frost-like scars on the corn shoots. The thick black skin that had been frostbitten and necrotic fell with the sand and gravel. The new flesh was glowing with fresh tender yellow, but there was still a faint trace of it. I saw traces of frostbite, which were exactly the same as those on Michael's body. Yi Ling looked at the big black ball of hair that was thrown to him by the corn shoots. The ghost butterfly had transformed into a juvenile caterpillar. It was trembling in the sun, looking as comfortable as if it was about to melt.

"Have you encountered the Sword of Winter?"

Yi Ling asked coldly, making the big black hair ball tremble. A pair of watery black eyes opened in the lush black hair, full of shock.

"You, you know

The Sword of Winter? ! "

Yi Ling regained his memory? ? Ghost Butterfly was shocked. Has Yi Ling finally recovered his memory? What is the opportunity? On Wuluo Mountain? Is he going to conquer the tomb of the Tusi King soon?

"Tell me about it"

Knowing that Ghost Butterfly has a broad mind and can easily think too much, Yi Zero interrupted his thoughts and asked directly: "Tell me everything you encountered."

"Previously, corn shoots and I assisted Michael in devouring the Peeling Lord, and then the world turned upside down and we fell into Wuluo Mountain together."

Ghost Butterfly said that although the fall was a bit of a help to embarrass his own face, the toxin of Ghost Butterfly still restrained the resurrection authority of the Skinned Lord. Otherwise, at the end of the reversal of heaven and earth, darkness and pollution poured down, making it difficult for everyone to move. The Lord of the Skin has probably resurrected and escaped, not to mention that Michael and his quacks killed him indiscriminately and he was responsible for quacks.

"After arriving at Wuluo Mountain, Michael killed the Skinned Lord, seized his authority, and wanted to contact you. But for some reason, he hadn't absorbed the authority yet, and suddenly he took the corn shoots and ran up with us. "

Ghost Butterfly looked a little confused, as if he really didn't understand why, and Yi Ling looked at him with a meaningful look. Just now, Yi Ling and Michael communicated internally without making a sound. Ghost Butterfly noticed that they sensed each other.

Did Ghost Butterfly really not notice it?

Or is he cheating?

Or... did he forget the red lightning maggots just like he forgot the giant bees?

But the corn shoots and Michael clearly still remembered this time. Yi Ling recalled that he also remembered everything related to the lightning maggots - he had a photographic memory. Yi Ling went through the memories of the past few days, and there was nothing question.

So what happened? Did the lightning maggots escape on their own, or were they the same as the giant bees?

"The corn shoots flew very fast, and after a few minutes of climbing... After climbing about a thousand meters, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. After the snow piled up for dozens of meters, the rocks disappeared and there were towering trees everywhere. Ice rocks and large ice cracks"

Ghost Butterfly was a very keen tour guide, and he immediately suspected that they had entered into a reenactment of some scene. Just the ice and snow could change the environment and terrain of Wuluo Mountain, and it would take a journey up to 30 degrees north latitude. It was so cold outside that the corn shoots were covered with a thick layer of ice. The ghost butterfly tried to release the butterfly, but the butterfly was almost blown away by the snowstorm as soon as it went out. Fortunately, the corn shoots' tentacles were able to hold it firmly.

It was the moment when the butterfly came out that the ghost butterfly saw what was happening outside.

"We are deep in a serac forest, with corn shoots clinging to the glacier. Surrounded by a group of big white wolves, they are scary. There are many tall red-haired snowmen in the wind and snow behind them."

The wolves were tearing at the body of the corn shoots, and the red-haired snowman threw ice stones as big as millstones at it. On the snowman's shoulders stood a zombie wizard wearing a Tibetan robe with a sunken face. He brought an even more terrifying snowstorm to make him The ice beneath the corn shoots shattered, creating bottomless crevasses.

"But the corn shoots are so powerful that they can't escape through the ice cracks. Just waving their tentacles is enough to kill everyone. The danger is on Michael's side."

Michael flew away directly, and the flaming sword cut through the violent storm and snow in the sky, like a blazing sunset across the sky, and then——

"The flame is frozen"

Recalling that time, the ghost butterfly had a fight

Shivering, he only saw a flash of sword light, chopping down from the top of the mountain, breaking the wind and snow, freezing the flames. Nearly half of the wolves were killed by the sword and fled in panic. The sword was not directed at Michael, but They were so close that they were affected. Michael originally wanted to hide, but the sword wind passed by his body, and frost climbed onto the emerald wings like flowers. However, at the moment of dodging, he may have thought of the corn shoots behind him, and immediately stood upright with his sword firmly in front of the sword light.

Pale, cold flames burned from the Fallen Archangel's body, and the bone-chilling frost was not enough to hurt the Fallen Angel Archangel, but when the pale fire burned, his face turned pale as if he had been seriously injured, and his expression suddenly changed.

"That is the "Holy Fire of Compassion", which can forcibly whiten the blackened and polluted creatures."

Ghost Butterfly said with lingering fear: "O'Neill, the Sword of Winter, this is his innate flame!"

He shouldn't be so afraid of a dead man, and even recognizing the flames when he saw them was a bit scary. The Holy Fire of Compassion can wash away blackness and whiteness, but in fact it purifies pollution. It's just more extreme than other methods of purifying pollution. People like Michael still have a chance to become archangels, but if abyssal creatures encounter O'Neill, they will be burned to ashes. Therefore, in addition to the Sword of Winter, the previous generation West District O'Neill also had a nickname that even the East District had heard of - Tour Guide Killer.

Especially the tour guide who established contact with the creatures of the abyss, realized the return to zero, and had an alienated state. He was burned by the Holy Fire of Mercy and had no chance of being recycled by the hotel. O'Neill practiced the virtues of chivalry, and most of the tour guides were basically not good people. O'Neill killed rivers of blood, and burned them in both the East and West districts. He was very cruel. The butcher alliance in the West district was almost slaughtered by him. As for the current power of the West District Butcher Alliance is weaker than that of the East District - it is not just because the Life-seekers are stronger than the Lizard Duke, but also because of historical factors.

Although he had never seen a real person and felt that the Sword of Winter appeared in Wuluo Mountain, it seemed a bit ridiculous, but Ghost Butterfly still remained cautious. Feng Xue was stopped by Michael, and Ghost Butterfly did not leave the corn. Bamboo went to help, but only released the butterfly. He saw Michael's long dark red hair turning back to bright red under the burning of the pale holy fire, and the dark green wings turning back to emerald green. However, when the flames burned, the bright red turned back to bright red. Dark red, emerald green turned back to dark green - Michael's belief in Satan turned out to be deeper than imagined, and even the Holy Fire of Mercy could not completely cleanse it.

"If a normal angel is not cleansed after one round of burning, he will be burned to ashes by the holy fire."

The ghost butterfly glanced at the sunbird with downcast eyes. Michael was burned three times, but his hair and wings remained firm and turned dark. There was a pale holy fire in the seams of his bones. Seraph's breath became unstable. Blood flowed from his eyes, but his face remained unchanged and his gaze remained unchanged. Determined, Ghost Butterfly felt that if he could hold on longer if necessary, he would be more seriously injured.

"But An Xuefeng drew his sword and cut off the power of the Sword of Winter."

"Did you meet An Xuefeng?"

Yi Ling asked keenly.

"No, I only saw the light of the sword."

Ghost Butterfly said, the dim light of the sword is so representative that all tourists and tour guides will know it when they see it. It was Team An who saved them - of course, it should mainly be to save the bugs and angels of Yi Zero. When the light of the sword slashed out from the depths of the wind and snow, Ghost Butterfly couldn't help but feel a sense of security. Strangely enough, although An Xuefeng is a tougher and tougher tourist and is not friendly to tour guides, when he appeared, he was absolutely

Most tour guide tourists (except butcher tour guides) actually feel at ease.

Compared with other tour guide tourists9[(.)]9?9?╬?╬9?,

Is he more restrained?,

More... more like a normal person.

Ghost Butterfly is in a complicated mood?,

In other words, the people in the hotel have more or less complicated feelings towards the strongest person. But Yi Ling doesn’t have to know it from other people’s mouths?,

As if feeling something, the sunbird's gilded eyes looked into the depths of the wind and snow. A vague figure walked down, covered in wind and snow. He held a knife and walked slowly down the mountain, the wind and snow tempering him. The eyes were dark, but the cold eyes had a hint of warmth when they looked at Yi Ling.

"Chirp!"

The Sunbird happily spread its wings and drove the God of War up to meet them. Although they had not been separated for a few days, it always felt like they had been apart for a long time. An Xuefeng walked quickly towards the God of War, and the sunbird also rolled down from the chest of the God of War, turning into a human form in mid-air. Before he landed, an arm held him tightly and held him in his arms, resisting the wind and snow. pollution is everywhere. The heavy snow dyed An Xuefeng's short hair and eyebrows white, and Yi Ling's hair and eyebrows were also snow-white. Time seemed to freeze in this moment, and the people with white hair finally reunited in the violent snowstorm.

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