The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 400 Hard Resistance
He looked at Leng Wuyou, the right eye that was beating with black mist shot out a strong evil spirit.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a treacherous way, and he pointed his finger at the black scale beam in the air. The dense net that was originally formed in the air, because of him, the dense net gathered together again, and the combined dense net directly melted into one. The black light beam, the beam of light is actually darker and thicker than the black scale beam.

"Boy, go to hell." Gui Lun yelled, and suddenly grabbed the black scale beam with his hand, and as a force poured into it from his palm, he raised the scale beam high and swung it out suddenly.

A black beam of light shot towards Leng Wuyou like a laser.

When Leng Wuyou began to communicate with the spiritual sources of the nine systems in her body, she had already released the previously closed divine sea, and she had been observing from the outside with her divine sense, and she had seen Gui Lun's series of changes and movements.

Now, feeling the terrifying and corrosive power contained in Gui Lun's blow, Leng Wuyou's face turned cold for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat.

Damn it!She still has the last seal that has not been completed, what should I do?
From the corner of her eyes, the black beam of light gradually expanded in her pupils, Leng Wuyou gritted her teeth firmly.

A more ruthless aura than before emanates from her body, if you can't hide it, then just carry it.

Turning her body slightly, she planned to finish the last seal even though she was seriously injured.

The speed of that beam of light was extremely fast, although it may sound slow to say, but all of this just happened in the blink of an eye, and the beam of light had already landed in front of Leng Wuyou.

When the light beam fell, Leng Wuyou's face turned pale instantly, and a painful muffled sound came out of her mouth.

The eyebrows were tangled together in pain, and the expression on his pale face was also a little distorted.

She opened her mouth, and a stream of scarlet blood spat out, and the blood beads slid down the corner of her mouth and onto her skirt.

Traces of blood hung on the corner of her mouth, coupled with her cold and pale face, it added a different kind of charm to her in an instant.

The position where the left shoulder is connected to the back, the clothes there are already covered in black, and the rustling sound of corrosion can be heard from time to time.

Clothes are corroded and penetrated into the skin.

The scarlet blood, along with the black mist of corrosion, smudged on her shoulders.

The original piece of red cloth turned dark red at this moment.

Leng Wuyou's body was trembling incessantly because of the pain, and the formula at her fingertips barely spread out.

She almost gritted her silver teeth, and then she managed to hold back the pain from her shoulders.

With trembling hands, he made the last seal with difficulty.

Gui Lun looked at Leng Wuyou, who was only slightly injured, and a crack appeared on his skull face, "How is it possible? How could you still be alive?" The crack was ferocious, and with his voice, it looked like It is an evil spirit from the eighteenth floor of hell.

In Gui Lun's predictive mind, this blow was sure to kill Leng Wuyou, but the reality gave him a slap in the face.

Leng Wuyou didn't die, not only he didn't die, he was able to continue chanting spells.

Gui Lun suppressed his rolling anger back, and coldly pulled the corner of the skull's mouth, it's okay, if you don't die once, you will come again, I don't believe you can support me the second time.

Is it just that Leng Wuyou will give him this chance?

Leng Wuyou's last seal fell completely, and he raised his head, his pale face, the deep phoenix eyes, stared at Gui Lun coldly, with an expressionless look, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Suddenly, the corner of her mouth grinned, one time is enough, and she wants to come a second time, heh, you think too much.

She spread out her palms, and the nine spiritual sources in the air merged into a huge pattern, slowly floating.

(End of this chapter)