dream redemption

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The wind demon let out a miserable howl, and the surface of his body was instantly incinerated, revealing the phantom of a fallen angel!

This phantom only lasted for a while, and then it was swallowed by the crazy flame vortex, not even a scum was left!

Perhaps, the occasional breeze proved that he once existed.

"Ding! Kill the wind demon, get 10000 dream god power, and improve the progress of the task. Current progress: 20.00%."

Ghost Rider was knocked into the air by Murong Xiao, feeling 1 upset in his heart.But after seeing Murong Xiao's actions, he had no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction, he couldn't do the immoral thing of knocking people into the air.

"Jerking off..."

The Ghost Rider gave the helicopter a sharp "stare" and suddenly threw the soul battle rope in his hand.

"boom!"

The soul battle rope was like a poisonous snake pierced to seven inches, instantly entangled the chassis of the helicopter!

Immediately afterwards, Ghost Rider exploded with great force, pulling down the helicopter!

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the roof, all the instrument panels failed, and the pilot showed a trace of panic on his face.

"Damn it, hell!"

Seeing sweat on his head, the pilot tried his best to make up for it, but he couldn't stop the plane from descending anyway.

The helicopter quickly approached the roof of the building, and the propeller made an overwhelmed "squeak" sound.

"You make me very unhappy."

Seeing the ferocious Ghost Rider so close, the pilot suddenly panicked.

sorry."

The pilot's head was covered with cold sweat, and he stammered.

"Then go!"

The ghost rider's body was firmly nailed into the ground, and the helicopter was ruthlessly thrown away.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the helicopter flew straight at Murong Xiao!

"Hey……"

Murong Xiao's skull let out a terrifying laugh, and his soul battle rope was like a violent fire dragon. Under the infusion of huge strength, the helicopter with a special steel shell was blown apart in one fell swoop!

"boom!"

The strong fire light blanked Ghost Rider's perception for a moment, and then Murong Xiao's figure disappeared, and even the breath of hellfire disappeared completely, making it impossible to perceive.

"Damn!"

Ghost Rider yelled and cursed, the police had already sealed off the entire building, and he could only force his way in.

……

"Hey, it's another [-] point credit."

Murong Xiao patted the horse's back, got off the blue fire and immediately understood, and trotted towards St. Michael's Church.

"Ok?"

A moment later, the blue fire carried Murong Xiao to the street where St. Michael's Church was located.

However, everything that came into view made Murong Xiao feel astonished in the depths of his calm eyes.

The elegant and elegant church building in the past has now been completely turned into ruins. Several corpses in police uniforms are scattered all over the place, with blood flowing horizontally.

"It's just a contract. Does the Witch Heart Demon need to make such a big battle?"

Lan Huo speeded up and carried Murong Xiao to the ruins in an instant.

"No! Not only the magical breath, but also the strong residual light energy! Could it be that there are angels here?"

Murong Xiao frowned slightly, looking at these human beings who were killed in vain by the aftermath of the battle, she couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional, gods fight, mortals suffer.

"This is……"

Following the remaining light breath, Murong Xiao found an extremely beautiful girl after digging through a pile of ruins.

The girl's white robe was now stained by dust, and a large piece of white skin was exposed in the damaged area, from which one can imagine the fierce battle that took place before.

The girl lightly closed her eyes as if she had fallen into sleep, and her delicate face exuded a holy aura, which made one unable to bear to wake it up.

However, Murong Xiao knew that this girl who seemed to be sleeping had completely lost her vitality.

"Is this an angel?"

In Murong Xiao's hands, a ball of dark yellow hellfire the size of a walnut was quietly burning.

With a flick of the fingers, the walnut-sized flame burned the air with a "sizzling" sound, and it quickly fell on the body of the angel girl like a small piece of iron.

"boom."

Like gasoline meeting sparks, the angel girl's body was instantly ignited by the flames of hell, burning violently, and turning into ashes within a few seconds.

"I don't know if Wu Xinmo and the others have received any news about the contract?"

Murong Xiao whispered to himself, patted the back of Lan Huo's horse, and said, "Go to Carter."

Lan Huo understood, spread out four hooves and galloped at full speed, the speed reached [-] kilometers per hour in an instant!

The strong wind blows in the face, blowing the hem of the clothes behind him, making a rattling noise.

Murong Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the destroyed buildings and people showing various expressions of panic.I couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional again.

In this world, one must either become a giant and be in charge of the life and death of others; or be an ant and become a humble person that others can crush at will.

Passing through the slightly deserted urban area, what comes into view is a semi-Gobi area with a little bit of greenery.

The Semi-Gobi can at least be adapted by human beings, so there are patches of low-rise poor houses built on it, and a road runs through it, bringing them a little bit of vitality.

Gusts of wind and sand swept through, and the Gobi night without the scorching sun seemed a bit cold.

The yellow dust was blown by the desert wind, mixing a little barren yellow color into these low roofs, providing an opportunity for the tenacious desert plants to take advantage of.

When the dust brought by the strong wind approached Murong Xiao, it was divided by an invisible sharp edge, blowing along two directions, without falling on his body at all.

After passing through the slums, there is a completely barren Gobi. No one wants to stay here except the dead.

A moment later, a large cemetery appeared on the desolate Gobi, which was the residence of the previous generation of Ghost Rider, Carter-Srey.

"Hey Carter, here I go again."

Murong Xiao rode his horse to several wooden houses of Carter and said loudly.

In Carter's room, there was a vague light from a translucent window, reflecting a black figure sitting quietly.

"Huh? Something's wrong..."

Murong Xiao got off his horse, and the sound of his riding boots colliding with the ground was heard far away under the silent night sky.

The half-new wooden door flew out directly under Murong Xiao's great force, smashing a table apart, sending sawdust flying.

The room looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and the dust was flying in the air fluctuations, as if suddenly entering an old and dilapidated mountain temple.

"No, I just came here a few days ago, no matter what..."

Murong Xiao glanced at the dusty room, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Old Carter turned his back to the door, held a burnt cigarette in his hand, and remained motionless, as if time had been frozen, revealing an extremely strange atmosphere.

"Old Carter?!"

Murong Xiao raised the volume slightly, and called out to Old Carter's back.

quiet!Incredibly quiet!

Old Carter, who was a few meters away, didn't make a sound, and even his heartbeat and breathing stopped!

Cooperating with the deserted atmosphere in the room, this weird and penetrating atmosphere is set off to the extreme!

Something wrong in Murong Xiao's heart was magnified to the limit!

"Carter..."

Murong Xiao reached out and patted Old Carter's shoulder, loosening the outside and tightening the inside. As long as there is a slight movement at this time, the Weeping Sword Light will definitely cut it right away!

"Batt!"

Old Carter's body was touched, like a precarious boulder being pushed violently, and fell to the ground instantly, his eyelids were lightly closed, lifeless.

"Really dead..."

Murong Xiao frowned slightly, her eyes fell on the palm of Carter's pat on her own.

A layer of faint yellow dust is extremely conspicuous on the white and slender sword fingers.

Gently crushing the dust on his hands, Murong Xiao sensed a faint fluctuation of magic power, and the breath from hell made his hellfire jump slightly.

Turning over the cold corpse of old Carter, Murong Xiao relied on the spiritual power of seven-level soul binding to make a rough judgment on the cause of his death.

"The inside of the body has completely turned into sand, and there is still a breath of hell..."

Murong Xiao's thoughts turned in his mind, and he thought to himself: "There is a lot of sand and dust here, it should be a demon that has not been mentioned in the movie, and its ability is related to sand."

"Is it a sand demon? Have they also been dispatched in the afterlife..."