Scream! Scream! Scream!

The interweaving of blood red and blazing white immediately sounded a sound of cold water dripping into a hot oil pan; and the effect was extremely similar - after the "boom!", a series of explosions over the canyon completely broke the tranquility of the night; even the moon turned blood red but had a yelling heat.

And, strands of red gas floated downward like tentacles from the interweaving of the two colors. Although Blank had tried his best to stop it, some red gas still escaped the burning and continued to float downward.

"Shut your breath! Be careful of the red gases, which are toxic!"

Blank's shout came from the sky, and the witch hunter immediately reacted - Shanlite Byron, standing in the crowd, raised his arm, and a soft blue color appeared in her hands, and quickly spread to form a round dome, wrapping everyone in.

Water may not be able to exert all its abilities in battle, but in special circumstances, it has an irreplaceable role for other abilities - strands of red gas quickly merged into the dome-shaped blue "shield" and then quickly dyed it red; but in the end, it did not break through the dome's defense.

With a raising hand again, a soft blue light gathered around Shanlite Byron's body again - the water molecules in the air were quickly attracted; however, Shanlite Byron's face was not relaxed, and it has become slightly pale from the beginning.

The apostle who has not reached the level of Sunlight, and has used his own abilities so frequently, is an unnegligible consumption for anyone - Shanlite Byron turned his head and shouted at her husband who broke the lid on the wellhead with a punch not far away: "Hulley, we need to speed up the time!"

"One minute! Give me a minute!"

Heli Byron, who was calculating the height of the water source in the well, replied to his wife without raising his head. As a rare couple's demon hunter, the two could no longer be described as tacit understanding, and they were completely in tune with each other. Therefore, after seeing his wife's actions, Heli Byron immediately rushed to the well not far away.

Extracting water from the air is never as easy as directly controlling water!

In the canyon, as the centralized residential area of ​​the temple, there are four wells; except for the two in the ordinary residential area, one of the high-rise residential area of ​​the temple. There is also an independent well in the back hall of the Temple Cathedral; and now the one in front of Hurley Byron is the one in the high-rise residential area of ​​the temple; however, looking at the deep well that is almost more than thirty feet, Hurley Byron is a little at a loss - with a brute force and being able to fight with the Yuehui-level apostles without any disadvantage, he has no good way to lure out the well water except relying on the bucket; however, judging from the current situation, if he uses the bucket, then wait to collect the corpses for his wife and many witch hunters!

And when he came to this canyon again, he was the instinct of a witch hunter. He had investigated all four wells, almost each of which was at the same depth; although the locations of these wells were different, they were obviously taken from groundwater of one depth - what should I do? What should I do?

After answering his wife's words, Hurley Byron stared at the well in front of him and became a little at a loss - he knew very well that among the witch hunters who were walking with him, there was no apostle who could manipulate water except his wife; as for the apostle who had the ability to control sand and stone, there was no one; because the initial task this time was to eliminate the cult; therefore, those who could accompany him were witch hunters with outstanding personal strength; if he had not been inseparable from his wife, his wife Shanlite Byron would never have appeared in a "fight" of this scale.

"In one minute you have a way to bring groundwater over thirty feet deep into the ground?!"

After Giffin De glanced at the well, he immediately looked at Hurley Byron with other demon hunters who rushed over with him suspiciously. Although no one would doubt Hurley Byron's strength, this strength was based on combat, not in the so-called special ability.

"I'm thinking!" Hurley Byron, who didn't raise his head, replied straight away, then grabbed his hair hard and said, "I will definitely bring a pump next time!"

"Then this pump must require manpower!" Giffin De suggested: "How about we dig this well?"

"The ground here is very strong! Dig this well and pour water out from it..."

"Everything goes away!"

He punched the ground hard, feeling the recoil from the soil. Ted couldn't help but say, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhaka on the side. The fight with the blood clan duke named Kuoxi made Zhaka's shirtless upper body and cheeks counted blood marks; of course, the blood clan's grand duke also became ragged; however, compared to the irritation of the blood clan's grand duke, Zhaka, who had experienced a "happy" battle, had a steady breath and no expression as impatient as before; even the scars on his body made him wipe it casually and put it behind his head.

After all, such a "small injury" is like a bit of oily skin for Zhaka, who is covered with scars all over his body, and he doesn't have to worry about it at all. Seeing Zhaka speak, all the demon hunters were stunned for a moment, and then, everyone, including Hurley Byron, chose to believe Zhaka; even if the other party usually shows that they are completely aggressive and crazy, this does not prevent people who really understand Zhaka. The most real evaluation of Zhaka is Zhaka, a reliable person!

When encountering difficulties that you cannot solve, don’t take them independently. You should trust your companions!

The witch hunters who believed in this remark dispersed one after another, quietly watching Zha's next move - the long knife drew a perfect circular arc in Zha's hand, and then, he paused suddenly and rushed down.

"Drink!"

A rapid roar burst out from Zhaka's chest. With this roar, the long sword was directly inserted into the ground by Zhaka - a blade that was five feet long, almost two-thirds of it was buried in the land; the ground that Ted regarded as strong was cut open like tofu under Zhaka's long sword.

Rumble!

A low, powerful sound spread throughout everyone's ears, and countless witch hunters with keen senses noticed a vibration in the soles of their feet; then, almost just in the next second, accompanied by a "wow" sound, a drop of water with white water splashes gushed out from the wellhead.

Like a water dragon, the gushing water merged into the "dome" controlled by Shanlite Byron, making the entire "dome" thicker and stronger; even if more red gases enter the "dome", it does not cause any bad changes to the entire dome; and this good phenomenon remains until Blank's appearance.

"Why do I encounter such troubles when I go out!"

With such remarks, Blank walked to everyone with his wine pot; glanced at the 'blood' that was restored to its original natural shape by Shanlidi Byron, frowned, and shouted to the witch hunter who still hugged his daughter in his arms and kept comforting: "Aerli, Aerli, there is a place that needs you here; Dodo will be taken care of by Randi!"

"It's highly toxic. And the negative energy is beyond imagination! Just one milliliter is enough to make an adult go crazy and die in the illusion!" After a brief test with his own instrument, Ailly Mum immediately came to a frowning conclusion; he pointed, and the 'blood' in front of him was enough to form a swimming pool, shook his head and said, "If it's just a toxin, I still have a way to solve it; but this sufficient negative energy cannot be removed at will; so, Dad Blank, if you want the headquarters to establish an unexplored regional branch here, you have to deal with this thing!"

"It's really a headache!" Blank put the wine pot on his belt and turned his head to Ted and said, "Go to contact Hesel, that guy is the expert in dealing with negative energy! Stofi, you little guy, hurry up and deliver the local fruit wine from Thousand Worm to my room. I can't wait!"

After saying that, Blank staggered towards the back hall of the Temple Cathedral, which was preserved intact. In the next two to three days, or longer, it will be the place where the witch hunters and some of the "stubborn" remaining lower-level believers of the temple will settle down. Faced with these "stubborn" remaining lower-level believers, the people who were originally with them day and night are undoubtedly not suitable for serving as guards. The witch hunters who appeared here for the first time were the best candidates; both in terms of safety and ability.

puff!

After approaching his own room in the back hall of the cathedral, Blank, who had always been smiling, made sure that there was no one, immediately spit out blood. The dizziness that had not appeared in his mind for a long time made the existence of one of the Lords of the Six Towers. He couldn't help but reach out to hold the wall.

What a powerful Alcatel!

He is worthy of being the inanimate king!

With such admiration, Blank couldn't help but smile bitterly - the previous fight was enough to make him, the old guy, understand how powerful the opponent showed; and according to the opponent's usual style of behavior, he would definitely have a backup plan; then a very simple inference appeared in front of Blank.

Above the sun!

A simple but frowning conclusion - Blank reached into his arms and took out the "medicine" that his old friend gave him to himself before leaving; looking at the special crystal with a soft white light flashing in front of him, Blank threw it into his mouth without hesitation and swallowed it directly; for the special "medicine" made by the Dust of Life that had saved him countless times and extended by his old friend Hesel's ability, Blank naturally knew how to use his current injury correctly.

Bastard John and Ward, what are you doing when you run so fast?

Otherwise, Alcatel's bat would be so arrogant!

Feeling that his injured body was improving rapidly, Blank couldn't help but think of two other old friends - he was sure that if any of these two old friends were present, the other party would definitely flee in a mess; instead of now the other party turned around and left with the little bats.

What exactly does this guy want to do?

The injured body cannot stop Blank's brain from thinking - Blank, who has different behaviors and appearances, clearly recalls everything after Alcatel's appearance; especially the light ball full of soul energy; although small, it is absolutely eye-catching.

I have to have a good talk with Hesel!

After thinking for a long time, Blank, who had not gained much, immediately took out the paper and began to quickly remove everything he encountered today on the paper - and this letter will appear in the Moonlight Night Tower, in his old friend's study tomorrow morning.

...

It's really dangerous!

In a dense jungle about fifty kilometers away from the canyon, Human, who had been integrated into the bushes, looked worried. Obviously, his similar existence that claimed to be in control of everything was completely finished; although Human would not think that the other party could succeed at first. After all, the other party's past performance was enough to make Human who knew how to protect himself and see through the other party's essence, but Human did not expect the other party to fail so quickly and thoroughly.

In Hugman's original speculation, the other party would continue to grow until he met the Holy See who was worshipped. Then he was thrown away by the Holy See and the One. He was broken again, extinguished the divine fire, threw it into some unknown place, or simply sealed like another person who made it afraid of it, and would never appear again; however, even if it was sealed, this person still made it feel deeply afraid.

Just a subtle negligence will not make it forget all the great achievements of this past, or even more profound; because the words that existed shouted when it was sealed were kept in its heart - "Don't worry, I will come back! At that time, your head will be my wine glass, your cervical spine will become my scepter, and your skeleton will be my throne; your flesh and blood will be spread in the starry sky by me, and your eyes can only watch for my re-assembling the throne! Wait! I will come back!"

Although it had fallen into dormancy at that time, such words were still engraved in its heart like a brand, making it feel uneasy - fortunately that person's seal would not be broken!

The words that had comforted him for hundreds of years appeared in Human's heart again, and Human forced himself to divert his attention-

Need something to do for that guy?

This thought just rose from the bottom of Human's heart and was quickly denied by it itself - no matter what strength it can exert now; the holy light alone is enough to make it give up any plan; it is very clear that the reason why it can exist calmly to the end of the "Divine War" is not because of its powerful strength, but because of its attitude that it will not be enemies of any gods and demons; but because of this attitude, it can still be free and free after countless existences that are so powerful that it must look up to.

If it weren't for that accident, Huyman believed very much that he would not die at all and would still be free until now. Therefore, Huyman did not want to change his strategy - this complete failure was enough to completely disappear within hundreds of years, and after hundreds of years, it would be just a restart; and if someone accidentally fell into the astral realm, then "lost" was enough to make it difficult for the guy to find his way home. Even if he found the way home, it would take no time to count; so I don't have to worry about that guy coming to me for trouble because I did nothing!

After this thought arose from the bottom of his heart, Ximan completely relieved himself.

I should find a place for myself to live a stable life now!

What a pity, it's still good in some cases!

Scandal to the direction of the distant canyon, but Huyman quickly gave up this idea - whether it was the human who had the aura of holy light, the human who was now concerned about, or the powerful "God abandoner" before, it was enough to make it give up this unrealistic idea; after all, its current body does not have any capital to fight against these existences; in the same way, it does not penetrate deep into the depths of the Thousand Worns, which is the safest place in its opinion.

Must leave!

Hugman, who was not stupid, naturally thought of the situation where humans began to develop with that guy's "sanctuary"; if it was still here, it would be discovered sooner or later; although ordinary humans did not care about it, it would be very troublesome if they met the few people they cared about - and from those people, it found that this possibility was very high, because these people who made them care about seemed to be an organization, a force, and had considerable friendships.

Maybe you should go!

From the memory in my mind, I quickly selected a place with few people and a harsh environment - the dry forest area close to the yellow sand area, and quickly entered Ximan's mind; and for this area, according to the description in this physical memory, Ximan seemed very satisfied; almost unable to wait, he set out toward it.

Huh... Huh...

During the continuous breathing, Hueman lay on the ground, and then the hairs on his body grew rapidly, and the nails on his palms began to grow and were extremely sharp. After just a few breaths, a leopard with fire-like eyes appeared in the bushes; and just a flash, in this dense forest, disappeared without a trace.

...

When the sun rose again, Ye Qi, dressed in a "Finger" costume, stepped into the market on the edge of the Thousand Worm Zone.

When PS woke up, it was dark... The person who stayed up late could not afford to hurt...
Chapter completed!