Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 133 Suck
The white jade rosary glowed with a faint white light, following Pan Ye's fingers, covering the bloody rune net.

One, two.

After dimming both beads.

On the large rune net with a radius of several meters, golden lines appeared and were replenished, and the weakened light of the formation-breaking talisman bloomed again.

The giant screen covered by the rune net made a hissing sound, and the scarlet color began to gradually fade.

But soon, blood came from the red curtain standing in the other three directions, repairing the red curtain.

Affected by this, the light of the rune net became dim again, like an aging light bulb, which could only emit a faint light.

"what!"

At this moment, the screams of the guests, the light reprimand and the sound of fighting from Master Lingshu came from behind Pan Ye.

He didn't dare to look back, but anxiously looked at the formation-breaking talisman.

"No, don't!"

The continuous screams from behind pierced Pan Ye's nerves deeply.

"Grass! Since once is not enough, then twice!"

Second reinforcement!

The beads on the rosary started to wear off again.

This time, the energy of three beads was fully consumed.

The cobweb-like fine lines on the formation-breaking talisman turned into a red and gold mixed half color, and the coverage area expanded, spreading from four directions of up, down, left, and right to a distance of more than ten meters.

Not only that, the rune net is really like an octopus lying on the giant screen, the dense tentacles shrink and expand with life, sucking the red lights from farther around into the net, and flowing into the pan along the formation breaking talisman. Ye palm, feeding back the rosary in his hand.

The originally dim bead began to replenish energy slowly, but the speed was a bit slow.

However, the situation is critical at this time, and there is no time for him to absorb it slowly.

He heard Ou Lan's increasingly frantic laughter and disturbing Taoist Lingshu's trash talk.

"You want to protect these piggies?"

"It's useless. When your five-fang Thunder God Curse is completely useless, that's when I will sacrifice your blood to promote you to the fourth rank."

"Hundreds of lives and an authentic disciple of the fifth-rank Taoist sect are enough!"

Riding on the giant screen slowly melting, Pan Ye turned his head and saw a scene that shocked him.

Two 300 meters away.

Ling Shudao led five dimly lit and majestic "giants" to block Ou Lan's crazy attack with difficulty.

Less than a hundred ordinary people shivered and hid around Pan Ye, and from time to time someone was twisted into blood mist by the aftermath of their battle.

It might be that the color of the formation-breaking talisman was similar to the color of the red giant screen, or it might be that Ou Lan and Ling Shu were fighting fiercely, and he didn't notice anything strange on Pan Ye's side for a while.

"Damn it, Daoist Lingshu seems to be dying."

Pan Ye saw the blood on the corner of Ling Shu's mouth, and his pale and almost transparent pretty face. He turned his head and looked at the giant web of runes that was slowly cracking.

Strengthening for the third time!
With all the remaining beads in his rosary, the light went out.

The formation-breaking talisman instantly burst into bright golden light, almost illuminating the sky. The entire large net changed from red gold to pure gold. It spread outward rapidly, and soon covered the entire red curtain in Pan Ye's direction.

Immediately afterwards, it sucked hard, and there seemed to be a sound of glass shattering in the field, and the red curtain shattered loudly, turning into a large amount of red mist, which was sucked by the giant rune net and flowed backward into the rosary.

This red curtain shattered, and the red curtains in the other three directions were covered by the rune net that climbed up.

The rosary beads in Pan Ye's hand brightened at an unprecedented speed, and one or two beads quickly made up for the loss, and they were growing rapidly.

During the battle, Ou Lan finally noticed something strange.

"what happened?"

He found that the blood fog that had been continuously blessing him suddenly disappeared, and looked up in confusion.

The heavy and oppressive bloody curtain above his head no longer existed, and turned into a heavy night with dark clouds.

The remaining red curtains in all directions are being swallowed by clusters of bright golden light.

"impossible!"

Ou Lan yelled, took out the small flag in his arms, bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

It was fine if he didn't squirt blood, but when he squirted, the "vicious" golden lights around him were like sharks smelling blood, and they all came to kill the small red flag in his hand.

Although Ou Lan waved a pair of wolf claws airtightly, flying sand and rocks, but Jin Guang remained unmoved, passed through the tips of his claws, and climbed onto the small flag.

After a while, Xiaoqi disappeared from his hand.

Seeing this situation, without saying a word, Ou Lan stepped on the sole of her foot and ran outside.

Ling Shu looked at the red curtain that no longer existed, revealing the dark night, with surprise in his eyes.

She gritted her silver teeth tightly, took out the last few pills from her bosom and swallowed them, aura radiating from her body.

Ou Lan who has lost his blood and soul is like a toothless tiger, not Ling Shu's single enemy at all.

The slender and slender palm glowed with light, turning into a ball of dancing thunder.

Palm Thunder!
Lei Mang drew a bright trajectory in the dark night, and hit Ou Lan instantly.

This time, Ou Lan didn't have the power to quickly repair her body.

He screamed and fell to the ground.

He was struck stiff by the subsequent thunderbolts, billowing black smoke, and collapsed on the ground, turning into a dead dog.

Pan Ye touched the large net of runes, waiting for it to suck all the red mist into the rosary. Looking at the [-] energies on the rosary, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was even more indescribably heavy.

It is the energy of fifteen beads that hundreds of people have harvested at the cost of their lives. This is the first time he has obtained sufficient energy, but he does not feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Looking at the ordinary people around who were obviously saved but still looked dull, Pan Ye sighed in his heart and shouted:

"You are free, please help each other, don't miss the injured, leave this place as soon as possible."

"Woooooo~"

When everyone heard Pan Ye's shout, they were able to recover from their stupor. Their eyes showed the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

With a plop, Pan Ye also sat down on the ground.

Although he was not seriously injured this time, and he didn't even participate in the battle, his psychological pressure was undoubtedly enormous.

Seeing one innocent life after another fell in front of him like cutting leeks, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Most of them survived the predicament by luck. The people around vented their emotions and did not leave immediately. Some people in good health spontaneously searched for the injured who did not die.

"Yi'er, we're safe."

After calming down, Pan Ye stood up and helped Lin Yi who was limp on the ground with disheveled hair.

"Woooo, Aye, I thought I was really going to die..."

Lin leaned on Pan Ye's shoulder and cried loudly.

Because Pan Ye was always by her side to protect her, she only had some scratches on her face, and her white face turned gray, like a little tabby cat.

(End of this chapter)