The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 427 Shelling!

"You shouldn't be here."

As Michaela sighed softly, Meng's trident pierced Wuming's body.

Wuming blocked the horizontal shield, but in the next moment, the shield had shattered. The trident effortlessly penetrated Wuming's armor and penetrated into Wuming's body. A huge shock spread in Wuming's body, sending him flying out and rolling on the ground. I don’t know how many laps it took.

Michaela said: "Please be careful. I disturbed his spirit last time. You have never seen Monger's true strength."

Wuming climbed up from the ice and snow and touched the big hole in his body, which was closing.

"First of all, you don't want me to come over, and then you have to be careful." Wuming said, "So you were captured by him on purpose?"

"What a prisoner, it's a wonderful combination." Meng was very dissatisfied with Wuming's choice of words.

The giant cocoon was silent for a moment, then retracted its hand, and the ugly giant in the cocoon hugged its knees with both hands:

"I have my own plans, you shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here." Wuming said, bypassing Mengge and running in a roundabout direction towards the coffin.

Seeing that Wuming dared to approach, Meng continued to attack angrily, swinging his claws at will, as if a wound was made in the air, and the burning blood splashed into a large area, sealing off Wuming's surroundings.

The black feathers behind Mengge flapped their wings, flew in front of Wuming, and slammed down Mengwen's holy spear.

Wuming did not block this time, but rolled up on the spot, swooping and rolling, dodging Mengg's repeated attacks.

Meng's attack movements were powerful, heavy, and very strange. They did not resemble the normal fighting rhythm, but seemed to be performing some kind of witchcraft dance. The movements were unexpected, continuous and frustrating, and seemed like a hit but not a hit, making it even more difficult to dodge.

More dangerous than the trident was the rain of blood sprayed by Monger's other hand. Once the cursed blood of the Blood Dynasty monarch touches the body, the blood in the body seems to be boiling and will explode from the body.

Wuming resisted a few times with his body. The armor on his body was in tatters and a lot of dark red blood spilled out. It mixed with Meng Huo's blood on the ground and burned quietly.

He took another step forward and took a spear, but was sent flying by Mengge, and Wuming landed near the coffin.

Mengge wanted to spill the blood on his hand, but when he saw Wuming approaching the coffin, he quickly withdrew his hand, but he was a little too late to stop. Some cursed blood was spilled in front of Wuming's feet, almost burning the coffin with the door open, and the blood was poured out. On to the giant cocoon.

"Oh, be careful not to burn the wood." Wuming said, "Wood is very flammable."

"Despicable villain, is this your purpose!" Monger was furious, "You are deliberately trying to get rid of my Mikaela just to use a woman as a shield?!"

"No? I've used him as a shield several times." Wuming said, "And isn't Michaela Marlenia's brother?"

"What do you know?" Monger said, "The perfect god-man, who is destined to become a god, has no gender. He is neither female nor male. He has the characteristics of all life, a perfect life."

Meng's body trembled:

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu:

"Since he is the strongest god, what's wrong with Dangdang's shield? If you treat him like this, you're looking down on him." Wuming turned his hand, "Protect it well, shield."

Wuming stretched out his hand and placed a black cat in the open door of the coffin, next to the cocoon.

After Meng Ge's fierce attack, the black cat in Wuming's arms was not stained with even a drop of cursed blood. Apart from its fur being a little messy, there was no visible injury.

Wuming proudly smoothed the black cat's fur:

"Patch said I was idle, and I was indeed leisurely. After all, it is really easy to make money in the Holy Tree. But look, this is not used. If you haven't practiced that technique, how can you guarantee that it will not be accelerated? Shake it well. It seems like a useless field, but it can be effective in unexpected places, so it’s better to be bigger.”

Mengge saw Wuming standing leisurely in front of the coffin, and he was so angry that he kept trembling:

"Despicable bastard, come out quickly! Stay away from my Michaela!"

"What's the hurry?" Wuming squatted on the ground and gave himself a big recovery first to heal all the injuries on his body. Then he opened a bottle of spices, sprinkled them on the meat, and ate them together. After eating, I cast another spell on my body. After casting the spell, he took out the long sword and smeared rosin on the long sword.

After smearing the rosin, he wiped his rosin-stained hands on the giant cocoon and saw the ominous horns in Meng's eyes trembling.

"Face me, bastard!" Monger roared.

"Don't worry, you will face it." Wuming weighed the sword and checked the weight of the sword, "Michaela first said I shouldn't come here, and then asked me to be careful, because he also knew that there was nothing wrong with my safety. worried."

"What do you want to say? Do you want to say that you know Michaela better than me?" Monger became even more furious.

"I understand fairly well." Wuming said, "I can probably guess what he is thinking."

Monger said with an inexplicable competitiveness:

"Then Michaela doesn't let me be careful because he knows that I have nothing to worry about."

"No, that's because Michaela hates you." Wuming said, "I can even say he hates you. Obviously he also wants to see me beat you up."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Meng covered his head, "One night of marriage and a hundred nights of grace, there is no way that dear Michaela will forget the happy time we spent! I am the blood in his body, and he and I are connected. … You can’t possibly know him better than I do.”

"Probably because we all like to keep our emotions introverted." Wuming smiled.

"Are you reserved?" Monger said.

"This is the need of the race." Wuming said, "After all, our race will burst out of control if our emotions are too strong, so we shouldn't have too many strong emotions."

Wuming leaned on the coffin:

"So before we start fighting, let me tell you - the reason why we are fighting here, let you understand clearly."

Wuming pointed to the cat in the coffin: "This is my lucky cat."

Then he pointed to the giant cocoon and said, "This is my money tree."

He closed the car door and finally pointed at Monger:

"And you actually almost killed my lucky cat and watered my money tree to death just now."

"Your sadomasochistic relationship with Mikayla has nothing to do with me, but you want to cut off my money. You want to cut off my money?" Wuming bowed slightly, and the peephole on the helmet was hot and twisted, like a bulging vein. , "You want to start a business war with me!"

The nameless figure disappeared, not too far away. The armor on his body had become red hot due to acceleration, and a red light was drawn along the way, evaporating the cursed blood along the way.

The nameless fist has been stamped on Meng's head, and the silhouette horn tumors that have been growing for hundreds of years shattered, exposing the blood vessels that had been buried inside for hundreds of years, and cursed blood flowed out.

Meng flew upside down, and the storm hit the black feathers, stretching the wings and slowing down the speed of flying upside down.

Before Mengge could fly far, Wuming had already grabbed Mengge's horn, spun around and threw him out, smashing him onto the ice.

"Don't run around." Wuming said, "I know you can teleport. We will fight nearby. Don't try to sneak away my fortune tree."

The holy spear broke through the ice and hit Wuming.

Wuming drew out his sword and blocked with one hand. The long sword touched the giant trident. It didn't break, but it also trembled violently.

Wuming took a few steps back and looked at the trembling long sword, making a roar.

"No wonder it's so powerful." Wuming said, "That trident...couldn't it be inspired by Fan Lei?"

Meng's big spear was not an ordinary weapon. The stabbing blade was covered with a hazy layer of cursed blood, making it difficult to see the entity inside.

But after taking a few blows, Wuming could finally tell that the big spear was vibrating at an ultra-high frequency, enough to tear gold and stone apart. When inserted into a human body, the vibrations will directly tear the human body apart.

Wuming couldn't help but be reminded of his own mining snake.

Meng's body was always shaking before, and it turned out that it was because the big spear was moving his body. Mengge’s wings trembled and he stood up from the ice:

"Fan Lei? Oh, that little guy, he did mention shock to me - I don't need his reminder. This is a power that the Blood Dynasty already has, a power given to me by my mother and dear Mikaela. "

"Mother, Michaela?"

"Yes, mother longs for a wound, and ordinary penetration is not enough to satisfy her." Meng pushed the holy spear onto the ice and said in a loud voice, "There must be vibration!"

Meng swung the trident, and the cursed blood on it receded slightly, revealing the true appearance of the halberd blade inside. The three thick halberd blades were inlaid with dark rough particles of unknown material, which seemed a bit blurry in the shock.

"With the addition of concussion, the power of the holy spear when it tears my mother apart will be even more intense. Every time it trembles, it's like a cannon strike." Meng said loudly, "Cannon strike!"

"What does that have to do with Michaela?"

"Michaela needs a blood transfusion and needs my powerful cursed blood to grow," Monger said.

"so?"

"The rectum is the fastest absorbed!" Meng said, rushing towards Wuming, slamming the holy spear and bombarding Wuming.

Wuming Hengjian blocked, and the long sword bounced back with great force. Wuming's wrist twisted abnormally, and with the help of the rebound force of the long sword, he turned around and cut off Mengge's wrist.

The power of the holy spear continued unabated and smashed Wuming into the ice, causing large cracks.

When Wuming stood up again, he found that Mengge's broken wrist was connected with blood, and he was pulling the wrist and the holy spear back.

The pain of his severed hand made Monger shudder and twist, and he was filled with ecstasy:

"Ah, mother, have you seen this wound? Give me strength!"

Before the broken hand could catch it, Meng had already fluttered his wings and flew towards Wuming to continue his attack. He waved his claws continuously, and cursed blood splashed from the void, blocking all of Wuming's escape routes.

Wuming also used his off-hand to cast a spell. The big fireball condensed in his left hand, and he pressed it into the air, crashing into the flying Monger.

The fireball exploded, and Monger was blown upside down, but a closer look revealed that he was not seriously injured. He flapped his wings and rushed towards Wuming again before landing, stabbing with the big spear.

Wuming blocked with his sword, and gathered thunder with his other hand, blasting towards Mengge.

Both of them were blown away.

"This brat is really good at fighting..." Wuming inspected Mengge's strength and moves.

Meng's body seemed to be surrounded by some invisible flesh and blood. As long as he stretched out and scratched it, a large amount of cursed blood would be sprayed out. And Mengge's holy spear was indeed like a cannon attack. Especially when thrusting, the body weight and strength are pressed at the same time, coupled with the vibration of the spearhead, even Latan will be knocked to his knees by a fork.

Although his mind is very abnormal, he is a demigod no worse than Latarn, a genuine fragmented monarch.

Meng seemed to have discovered that his thrust was very useful, so he flew into the sky again, holding the holy spear high.

A white halo of light has already emitted from Wuming's hand. When Meng comes down, he will put a circle around him to slow him down, and then prepare his most powerful spell.

Wuming was thinking about his response tactics when he suddenly found that he was covered with a bloody magic circle.

Meng flew into the sky, but this time he did not thrust. Instead, he raised the holy spear high, assumed a very sacred prayer posture, and shouted angrily:

"three!"

The spearhead of the Holy Spear disappeared into the void, inserted into the invisible Mother of Truth, and then flung out, bringing out a large amount of blood.

"two!"

With Meng Ge's chanting and rituals, another halo of light appeared on Wuming's body.

"one!"

After repeating it three times, Wuming didn't put a trap on Mengge, but put three traps on himself first.

"How to hide?" Wuming felt that his body was directly locked, and the aperture could not be opened no matter what.

But Mengge's three countdowns had ended, and he inserted the blood spear into the air again. Blood mist enveloped the nearby glacier, and Mengge's roar resounded:

"Zero! Zero! Zero!"

Wuming suddenly felt that the strength in his body disappeared, and the blood in his body instantly boiled, exploded, and burst out of his body.

Every time Mengge made a zero sound, Wuming felt that nearly half of the blood in his body flew out.

When the second zero was heard, the blood in the body was nearly dry.

And when the third zero sounded, Wuming felt some kind of invisible existence holding him, and then pinched him. He was like a sponge, all the juice in his body was squeezed out.

Wuming fell on the snow, feeling something inside his body was broken.

In the void above Mengge, the patter of blood spilled onto Mengge's body and was absorbed by his body. Almost all of his injuries were recovered.

Wuming crawled on the ground, raised his head, looked at the bright red scarf around Meng's neck, and stretched out his withered hand in the direction of the coffin:

"...Ah, Michaela, help...the red scarf was eaten...our dark soul blood was eaten..."

The coffin was silent for a moment:

"Where did we come from?"

"I've always wanted to say this line." Wuming sat up and patted the snow and blood on his body, "Is that the legendary countdown curse? It's amazing."

Even he couldn't help but stand up and applaud the terrifying power just now.

"You're not dead..." Meng frowned.

"I almost died. I almost thought my heart was broken." Wuming touched his heart, "Fortunately, I don't have a heart, and all that was broken were tears."

Wuming patted the ground, a huge amount of recovery light repaired his body, and at the same time patted a teardrop emitting holy light on his heart.

Wuming smiled and said: "Fortunately, I cast a life-saving spell before the battle. How many more curses can you cast? I have to be prepared to resist."

"Until you die!" Mengge spat out his cursed blood again, preparing to rush towards Wuming.

Wuming didn't raise his sword to deal with it this time. He swung his sword and sheathed it:

"You drew so much blood from me, but be careful - the blood is not as gentle as mine."

A huge fist hit Monger in mid-air like a hammer and knocked him away.

On the ground, the dark red blood that had just been extracted by Wuming boiled again, and thick and strange bubbles emerged, converging and expanding, turning into a huge amorphous body. It looks like a corrupt tree spirit, twisted and terrifying, dark and abstract.

The dark giant rushed towards Mengge and struggled with Mengge.

Wuming said: "I was just thinking about how to deal with your powerful and heavy spear. When you drew my blood, I remembered it - this thing is not afraid of strong ones. You can play with it first and wait for me to change weapons. .”

After saying that, he took out the staff.

(End of this chapter)