The only way

Chapter 873 Flowers sprout from white bones, brilliant thunder from the sky

The bones are white and the red flowers are like flames.

Red flowers and white bones, white bones and flowers, is the ultimate beauty.

But underneath this extreme beauty is also the ultimate killing intent.

The white bones are covered with red flowers, and the red flowers devour the white bones mercilessly, nourishing her bloom with the evil spirit and origin contained in the white bones.

Devouring everything greedily and ruthlessly.

She is not satisfied with the nourishment of the white bones, and with her enchanting beauty, she wants to bloom a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers again on the owner of the white-bone dragon.

But the flaming flowers only spread to three or four on the arm. Before half of the arm bloomed, the owner of the arm pointed it as a knife without hesitation.

As soon as the hand was raised and the knife fell, the entire forearm flew up and turned into new white bones as the Bianhua flower devoured it.

Huang's expression was very calm, as if what he had cut off was not his own arm, and there was no look of pain on his face at all.

The flesh and blood on the broken forearm were like squirming insects, with strands of blood entangled and extending forward, and in a moment, a new arm grew.

The muscles and bones are delicate and look as flawless as white jade, as if they have never been injured.

However, the missing half of the sleeves still revealed the truth.

Huang slowly raised his head, the red light in his eyes getting deeper and darker.

The corner of his mouth raised a strange arc.

"Interesting, really interesting..."

The monks of the human race have always come from the righteous path, and most of the methods they practice are those of awe-inspiring righteousness.

Just like the Qinglian Pond before Lingchu.

But now this kind of devouring vitality and evil spirit is beautiful, but it cannot change its essence of domineering and viciousness.

All-devouring ruthlessness.

If an ordinary person stood here, all he needed was a flower from the other side to swallow up all the vitality in his body and turn it into bones.

To the demon clan, this method is just overbearing. If it is used in the world of cultivation, people will inevitably say that this method is poisonous.

Therefore, Lingchu rarely used this side of the Weiji umbrella.

Because as soon as this method comes out, the murderous intention will appear.

But today's situation is special. Facing the demon army, there is no need to worry too much.

The sea of ​​flowers on the other side is strange and beautiful, and contains infinite murderous intent.

The sea of ​​flowers that swallowed up the bone whip and a barren arm became more and more beautiful as it was nourished.

The Bianhua flowers swayed gently and grew crazily in the direction of the wilderness.

Huang's red eyes flickered, and in the red light, the sea of ​​flowers on the other side that originally covered the entire sky and earth looked like a distorted picture, with figures growing out of the ground like shadow puppets on strings.

The bright red flowers of Bianhua flower wrap around these human skin figurines, but there is no flesh and blood for the Bianhua flower to devour.

Only the lingering resentment and evil spirits on the human skin figurines were swallowed up by the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and eroded this sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

The Bianhua flower, polluted by the resentment of the human-skinned figurines, lost its bright red color and was stained with a layer of sticky black.

Then it turned into a pool of black water and melted on the ground.

The Blue Lotus Flower Sea and the Bianan Flower Sea are both existences connected to the origin of Weiji Umbrella.

One glory and one glory.

As the human-skin figurines continue to be devoured, the sea of ​​flowers on the other side also continues to dissipate.

The bright red Bianhua flower on the surface of the Weiji umbrella flickers on and off, sometimes flourishing and sometimes fading.

As the owner of Weiji Umbrella, Lingchu can naturally feel the conflict of power in Weiji Umbrella. Lingchu grasped the handle of the umbrella tightly and activated the power of thunder and calamity contained in the Weiji umbrella. The power of thunder and calamity contained in the Evergreen Thunder Bamboo and Nascent Soul Thunder Calamity has been cultivated for many years and its power is very impressive.

The deep purple thunderbolt, which concealed the power of thunder and calamity from heaven and earth, easily dispelled the resentment stained by the human-skin figurines in Weiji Umbrella as soon as it appeared.

At the same time, the thunder shook, and the boundless thunder was triggered, pouring down from the sky with great force.

A faint golden thunder quietly cut through the void and shuttled through the endless ocean of thunder.

Under the thunder tribulation, darkness has nowhere to hide.

For the demons, the power of thunder is a natural nemesis, and the thunder that contains the power of thunder is even more powerful.

Wherever the thunder passed, there was no room for the human-skin figurines to struggle. Their empty, dark eyes looked into the sky, and then turned into embers flying all over the sky.

Huang, who was controlling the human-skin figurines, felt uncomfortable, and his expression finally changed under this sea of ​​thunder. The massive losses of the human-skin figurines also caused him to suffer a certain amount of backlash.

With a muffled groan, he turned his palms upward, and white bones appeared on his body, covering his body in an instant.

Like a white bone armor.

The power of thunder poured down, and the red lines on the white bone armor were as dense as thorns, exuding a mysterious and deep ancient aura, and the flowing red light separated the power of thunder little by little.

The deep purple thunder was unable to do anything about this bone-white armor for a moment.

A faint blue light flashed in Lingchu's eyes, and the golden thunder passed through the sea of ​​flowers on the other side and landed quietly on the white bone armor.

An unprecedented sense of crisis emerged from Huang's mind. He subconsciously exploded the bone armor, and the whole thing shriveled up suddenly.

It's like the bones have been removed and the flesh and blood has been lost, leaving only a skin.

The light skin floated out along the gaps in the bone armor, leaving only the humanoid bone armor still standing.

And the falling golden thunder.

The golden thunder was only a thin ray, but just this one ray, the moment it hit the bone armor, burst into a dazzling and tragic fire, and the roar of the explosion echoed between the sky and the earth.

The earth shook, and the figures of the two Taixu Silver Butterflies that were maintaining the space blockade, originally hidden in the void, were shaken and loomed.

The sea of ​​flowers on the other side became even more illusory and ethereal.

The bone armor, which was unscathed in the endless sea of ​​thunder, exploded in the light of the fire, turning into pieces of bone fragments flying everywhere.

Huang, who escaped in time, was also affected, and the fire from the sky ignited his human skin.

The hot fire seemed to awaken Huang's memory, and the human skin flashed red, struggling to suppress the thunderous fire.

Huang reappeared in the same place, looking a little embarrassed, especially his hair and clothes, which were burnt black and curly.

Even half of his body was covered in burnt black marks.

The red light in Huang's eyes was particularly bright red, and he covered the mask with one hand, revealing half of his face with a somewhat distorted expression.

He raised his head, and in the depths of his exposed red eye, there was a faint flicker of fire.

Half of his face under the mask was destroyed by fire.

He originally thought that he had overcome his fear of fire, but he didn't expect that he would be surrounded by fire again today and he could not put it out immediately.

He was still panicked and scared, and the fear from back then quietly resurfaced.

It brought back some of his not-so-good memories.

Huang took a deep breath and looked down at half of his body and the bone armor that was shattered in the firelight.

The loss of human skin figurines, bone armor, bone whips, and the paralyzed half of his body told him that continuing to fight would not do him any good.

He benefited from the Demon Emperor and coveted the Eastern Continent so he participated in this war.

But he never intended to risk his life for it.

(End of this chapter)