Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1275 The Nightmare Comes Back, Exhausted (12)
Lou Junyan spread out his long and slender fingers, only to see that his palm was stained with a light layer of black, but in the next moment, he was shaken and completely dissipated, and said, "I have never met through such a penetrating breath."

Now Lou Junran is a genuine high-grade god, although the level of black mist at this time is not worth mentioning to him, but even if he is not prepared, it will be invaded silently by this thing.

As long as it is a living being, it is pervasive, which is enough to show how terrifying its destructive power has reached. Moreover, the thicker the destructive power, the stronger it will be. If it continues, I don't know how far it will climb!

"Now there is only one trial." Ling Wushuang gritted his teeth, waved his hand and threw down a section of the ancient life tree's essence veins, and wanted to repeat the same trick, using the power of the ancient life tree to restrain their spread.

However, what Ling Wushuang didn't expect was that the emerald green essence tendon was gradually swallowed up by the surrounding black mist on the way of falling, and completely disappeared in just a few seconds.

All things generate and restrain each other, the so-called one ebbs and flows, the power of life can restrain this aura, but on the contrary, when this aura is stronger, it can easily swallow the power of endless life.

"Damn it, what the hell." Ling Wushuang looked back at Lou Junyan, and as he nodded knowingly, he waved his hand again and threw an ancient tree of life essence downward, and Lou Junyan also shot at the same time, with A powerful force protects it.

This time, it reached the ground steadily and went deep below.

Ling Wushuang took a deep breath, mobilizing the surrounding aura of heaven and earth, as well as the original life energy of the ancient tree of life in the Suo Shen Pagoda, using her body as a carrier, gushing out madly, like the water of the Milky Way pouring down, Merge into the position where the essence of the ancient tree of life is buried, "Get up!"

Looking up to the sky and screaming, Feng Qi could clearly hear Ling Wushuang's roar in the periphery of the wind.

"Crack."

The slight explosion was infinitely magnified by the gusts of wind, and a section of tender green vine, reflected in Ling Wushuang's clear lake-like pupils, went straight up with the wind, and the branches and leaves prospered and spread out, continuously climbing towards the height of the sky .

"Hurry up, hurry up." Ling Wu's eyes were shining brightly, but he still didn't dare to relax in the slightest. The black mist around him seemed to be staring at her every move like countless pairs of eyes. It will come whistling.

A layer of light shield summoned by Lou Junyan protected Ling Wushuang in it without any leakage, and isolated everything around her that could affect her.

The ancient trees are towering, and the dense branches and leaves are stretched in the dense black mist. Wherever they go, the strange atmosphere is constantly dissipated. The vines are rolling like dragons, like a giant umbrella stretched on the dark land.

"Great." Ling Wushuang withdrew his hands, turned his body lightly, and settled on a green leaf with his toes. After roughly surveying the surrounding situation, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lou Junyan's cold eyes didn't ease much. After looking around deeply, he had to remind, "Wushuang, things are not as simple as we imagined."

Ling Wushuang was startled, frowned, looked again, and suddenly stared.

"Damn it, if you can't control this ghost thing like this, what should you do?" Ling Wushuang looked back at Lou Junyan, the color in their eyes deepened a bit, and the deep worry increased instead of diminishing. .

Feng Qi pinched his chin with one hand, wandered around and waited, every second was extremely tormented, left and right, fidgeting, suddenly felt that the thick fog in the distance was much thinner, he raised his eyes to look away, in his eyes could not help There was a look of joy, "Did you succeed, successfully controlled it!"

Seeing the two rays of light coming rapidly from the mist, Feng Qi couldn't wait to meet them, and hurriedly opened his mouth to make sure, "How, how is the current situation, has it been brought under control?"

The two lights and shadows fell to the ground, revealing the figures of Ling Wushuang and Lou Junyan, but after seeing Ling Wushuang's cold expression, Feng Qi's heart, which had improved slightly, suddenly fell to the bottom.

Sure enough, Ling Wushuang said solemnly in a short while, "It's only under control temporarily, I've tried my best, but the branch of this ancient tree of life can only be controlled to a limited extent, and it can only be alleviated slightly. This black mist is too overwhelming. Strange, it doesn't last long before being devoured."

In less than half a month at most, it will be completely exhausted.

"Is there no other way to control it now?" The source has been found, but there is nothing to do. Feng Qi felt powerless like never before, then he clenched his fist and waved his hand, and said angrily, "I don't believe it anymore. There is nothing in the vast world that can completely restrain it!"

Looking at Feng Qi's righteous indignation, Ling Wushuang couldn't help chuckling, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and joked, "It's good that you have this idea."

"Let's think about what else to do now." Feng Qi smiled wryly, with an expression that was about to cry, "If there is no way to suppress the source, then we can only appease and protect everyone first, otherwise we will really deserve the world. It's a mess."

Ling Wushuang was startled suddenly, a thunder flashed through his mind, he grabbed Feng Qi by the collar, and asked anxiously, "You seem to have said before that such a situation has already appeared in the entire boundless sea of ​​blood, and the severity is not serious. Irregularity isn't it, is it?"

"That's right." Feng Qi lifted her collar, was startled by Ling Wushuang's sudden movement, and shouted to signal her not to get excited, "What's wrong."

Feng Qi's heart is already very fragile now, but he can't bear to be scared again.

"It's over, I'm afraid it's really over now." Ling Wushuang let go of Feng Qi, talking to himself, the cold temperature between his eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of ice fog, and sneered, "This matter is getting worse. "

After thinking about it for a while, Lou Junyan understood, his thin lips were lightly pursed into a cold and hard curve, and he said in a low voice, "That is to say, above the boundless sea of ​​blood, there are more than one source of black mist like this. One place here, scattered everywhere."

"Damn." Feng Qi opened his mouth in surprise, and clenched his fists fiercely, "It's impossible to control one place now, if many places spread across the entire boundless sea of ​​blood, wouldn't it really be hopeless?"

"How many times has the tomb in the sky appeared in the boundless sea of ​​blood?" Ling Wushuang asked.

Feng Qi quickly replied, "Thousands of millions of years since ancient times, the tomb in the sky has been erratic, and the time may be long or short, and no one can predict the number of times it appears." He looked at Ling Wushuang expressionlessly, and said nothing He said slowly, "However, we have known about it more than 50 times."

The corners of Ling Wushuang's eyes twitched violently, and he couldn't help but gasp, "So many."

"It's not much." Feng Qi had a bitter face, almost crying, stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and shook his head numbly, "That is to say, on the entire land of boundless blood, There are at least fifty sources of such black mist, which is still the most preliminary estimate."

(End of this chapter)