The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1195 The Soul of King Killer

Douhu slowly opened his eyes.

The king-killing soul slowly opened his eyes.

Douhu held the dragon-slaying giant sword with both hands.

The king-killing soul holds the king-killing giant sword in both hands.

Douhu raised his giant sword high above his head.

The king-killing spirit raised the giant sword above his head.

"U--"

Douhu's weapon "melts" into a beam of gray energy.

The weapon of the King Slayer Soul also "melted" into a dark gray line, which shot straight into the sky, like a fold line in the night sky.

"The Wrath of Ten Thousand Bones!"

Douhu shouted.

"boom--"

On the "vertical fold line" of the night sky, a "horizontal fold line" that crosses vertically suddenly unfolds.

This folding line quickly widened, as if a long and narrow crack was torn in mid-air, and a "wave" of countless bones and corpses poured out of the crack.

"Roar--"

This wave of energy is like a horizon hanging in the air, and like a giant sword energy sweeping across thousands of armies, roaring and roaring, rushing towards the giant spiral horn rising from the ground.

"null--"

The huge sword energy struck the giant spiral horn, carving a cross scar in the night sky.

The two "scars" are pulling at each other, one is ebbing and the other is ebbing, and it is inextricable.

Countless turbulent energy flows were splashing everywhere, and the whole world was flashing between dark brown and gray-white at high frequencies. The ground under the feet continued to collapse, and more rocks flew into the air.

The two extreme powers couldn't tell the difference for a moment, and Douhu and the angry body were not idle either.

"pound--"

Douhu crushed the boulder under his feet and turned into a gray-white meteor while possessed by the king-killing soul, rushing towards Wrath.

"worship--"

The anger in the form of a giant one-horned bull also turned into a brown meteor, heading towards Douhu.

"pound--"

"Pound pound pound——"

A new round of fighting begins between father and son. The two use floating stones as pedals to chase, entangle, and collide at high speed. They are like two incompatible and closely attracted twin stars. Both want to devour each other but can only continue to consume themselves. .

In the same situation, there is a cross scar carved on the night sky. The two are also trying their best to cut off each other.

A minute passed during the battle between heaven and man.

The "Twin Stars" are still entangled and colliding, but the speed and frequency have slowed down.

The brown giant horn and the gray-white sword energy that formed the cross scar failed to cut off the opponent, but they lost to their own decline. The light of the two dimmed quickly. The giant tower was collapsing, the sword energy was dissipating, and the stones in the sky began to fall back.

This unwatched game has come to an end.

Douhu's left hand was broken, his right calf disappeared, and there were several bloody holes in his body. The giant sword in his hand had long since disappeared. If it were not for the possession of the king-killing soul, his body might have fallen apart.

The dead beast's anger was not much better. Its body was covered with deep, long, and irreparable sword wounds. The spiral horn on its forehead was also broken into two parts and stopped rotating.

"pound--"

The two "Twin Stars" collided violently for the last time, and with a dazzling stream of energy, they fell to the ground entangled.

"boom--"

The father and son fell into the huge pit, and a semicircular energy shock wave swayed against the ground, instantly burning everything nearby and briefly dyeing the black and white gray world into gold.

The two of them had almost drained themselves, but they were still fighting.

Maybe it can no longer be called a battle, but a struggle.

The spirit form of the King-Slaying Soul began to shrink and weaken. It could barely maintain Douhu's broken body, and could not even let him stand upright like a human again, and finally transformed into a seriously injured white tiger.

Angry's body also began to shrink and weaken, and the brown flames all over his body turned into "energy tape", barely sealing countless sword wounds, and transformed into a dying bull.

"Roar--"

The bull rushed forward and knocked the white tiger away. "pound--"

The frail Douhu was kicked away by his father and crashed into the closet behind him. The door cracked open and a pile of old clothes spilled out, all of which were his mother's clothes before she was alive.

"Don't look at me like that! Just like that bitch! It's just because you have that bitch's blood that you are so cowardly..."

Mark, who was drunk, became furious and cursed.

"what!"

The anger that had accumulated for many years finally exploded in Douhu's thin body, and he roared and rushed towards Mark.

"Roar--"

The smaller white tiger jumped up high, threw the bull to the ground, and bit the bull's neck.

The bull quickly tilted its head and stabbed the white tiger's chin with the half-broken spiral horn on its forehead. The white tiger bit the spiral horn in one bite.

"Uh ah ah!"

Douhu knocked the drunken Mark to the ground, and his thin arms burst out with amazing force, hitting Mark's face repeatedly.

"Hahaha!" Mark protected his head with both hands: "Very good! Punch! Keep punching! This is my son!"

"pound--"

The bull's severed horn was about to be bitten into pieces by the white tiger. It contracted its hooves and kicked hard, knocking the white tiger off its body.

The bull got up, shook its bloody head, and looked at the white tiger angrily with dangerous and weak blood in its mouth.

The thin Douhu slowly got up from the ground, took a sip of blood fiercely, and stared coldly at the tall man in front of him, with only anger enough to destroy everything in his eyes.

"Come on! Little bastard! Punch!" Mark became more and more excited and stumbled towards Douhu.

"Roar -" the white tiger roared and pounced on the bull again.

In the dark, messy, and dilapidated room, the father and son struggled together.

"Ahhh!"

"Go on! That's all you can do!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Haha, just for you little bastard! I am the boxing champion! I will never lose..."

The white tiger knocked down the bull again. The bull struggled to death. The sharp broken horn penetrated the white tiger's chest and broke off, leaving it in the white tiger's body forever.

The white tiger's sharp fangs crushed the bull's neck.

The drunken man stopped roaring. His mouth was full of bloody teeth, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He lay on the ground and stopped moving.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The boy also waved his thin fist and punched the man's rotten face one after another.

I don’t know when the world will return to black and white.

In the night sky, the slowly collapsing spiral tower disintegrated in mid-air before it could really fall to the ground, turning into countless brown energy particles flying all over the sky.

The raging sword energy formed by countless bones and corpses also dispersed into countless gray energy particles, filling the silent night sky.

These energy particles slowly faded under the gaze of Bai Yue and turned into heavy snow.

In the huge crater riddled with holes, two broken and cold corpses lay. The heavy snow covered them mercilessly, and in the blink of an eye, nothing could be seen.

"boom!"

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the boy slammed the door hard.

The drunk man lay on the floor, his face covered in blood, and passed out.

The boy, who was also covered in bruises, threw his mother's belongings and beloved models into the brazier in the backyard and burned them.

He packed his luggage casually and left home.

Late at night, it snowed heavily.

The young man was carrying a heavy bag and was alone, with lonely and stubborn eyes.

He stepped deeply into the snow, one foot at a time, and kept swearing in his heart: I will never come back even after I die.

Many years later, the boy came back and died on a snowy night many years ago.

(End of this chapter)