The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 462
The corner of Leng Wushang's mouth raised, although he didn't know why there was such an eye in the raccoon's body, but none of this hindered his next move.

Seeing the sneer at the corner of Leng Wushang's mouth, the black eyeballs suddenly constricted their black pupils, as if they knew something bad was about to happen. Render the raccoon's white tentacles to black.

The violent struggle made the blood-colored silk thread sway non-stop in the air, and the thin thread looked as if it would break in the next second.

The large movement of the eyeball naturally made the raccoon feel it, but it didn't feel the existence of the eyeball, but for some reason, a great sense of fear suddenly rose in its heart.

Because this sense of fear made it drive the power of the water-blue ball a little bit more. The water-blue ball, which was already fast, was now even faster like a ray of light.

Even though the distance was tens of meters away, Leng Wushang could feel the cold air emanating from it, like ice, but not ice, but the indifference of water.

The water-blue light had already arrived in front of Leng Wushang in the blink of an eye, at the same moment, his left hand suddenly grabbed the blood-colored silk thread, and pulled it hard.

squeak!
Ah!
After a squeak, there was also a sharp wail that only a human could utter.

Under the painful squeak, the sharp wailing was covered up very small, if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all, but if you listen, you will find that the sound seems to come from hell, faint Yes, mixed with an old voice, which makes people shudder.

With his pulling, the black eyeball was pulled out from the tentacles by him, but before he could see the black pupil clearly, it turned into a puff of black mist and disappeared.

As the black eyeball was pulled out, the tentacles of the raccoon exploded directly. For a moment, the blood-colored fog hazyly blocked people's sight, and the piercing screams belonged to the raccoon One after another, even though Qian Yuling and the others had already sealed off the sea of ​​​​shen and hearing, the voice still came into their minds arrogantly, making their sun jump suddenly, and those who were weak were fainted by the shock. land.

At the same time, in the depths of Huiling Canyon, in the dark underground world, there was a person sitting cross-legged on a coffin in the middle of the underground world. He was dressed in a black robe and wrapped his body tightly, without even eyes. It was revealed, but at this moment his body was trembling constantly.

Blood dripped drop by drop from under the hood, and hit his sleeve, leaving a wet mark on his sleeve in an instant.

His hands tremblingly protruded from the wide robe, the pale and withered hands were like old dead bark, wrinkled and piled up.

However, when he turned his hand over, the palm of his hand was covered with eyes one after another, and the eyes were still moving one by one, obviously they were all alive.

In the center of the palm, the largest eye has lost its color at this moment, like a blind old man, with blood stains slipping out of the eye.

The old and hoarse voice was like metal rods rubbing together, full of anger, "Uh, who? Who the hell? How dare you sabotage my plan? The sub-eye I cultivated with great difficulty is now really One was destroyed, ah!" Angrily roared, as if it was squeezed out of his throat, he stood up abruptly from the coffin, his voice was full of ferocity, "Don't let me catch you!" To you, or I will let you die badly, die..." The last word "dead" has been echoing in this space, ethereal and gloomy, like a curse.

(End of this chapter)