Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 698 Ancient creature! (2)
That hideous look was like being stabbed in the throat by a chopstick, and pierced out from the back of the head!

"Bobo—"

In an instant, the bright red slurry poured out from the pierced crack and poured on the ground. In just an instant, this area was dyed into a vast ocean.

"Uh--slight--"

All the screaming and roaring words of the Blood Tree King stopped abruptly, only creaking and twisting sounds.

On the other side, a group of blood slaves who were entangled with Lou Junyan suddenly died down, like puppets that had been pulled away from the traction, and were stunned in the sky. There are rules to speak of.

"It's not over yet!"

Ling Wushuang's voice was wrapped in the cold wind, even gnashing his teeth.

Ling Wushuang has been very angry because she was controlled by the blood tree king before and hurt Lou Junyan. Now, she vented all the things like venting her anger, and her anger can be imagined .

"Gah-"

The Blood Tree King, whose lifeline was suppressed, twisted crazily at this moment, the blood-red vines twisted and pierced into the ground, and disappeared at a terrifying speed. Its huge body also trembled violently, trying to escape.

"Want to escape?" Ling Wushuang raised his red lips coldly, raised his head to the sky and let out a clear cry, "Ah—"

The jet-black long hair like a waterfall fluttered towards the face, and the surrounding water-blue wind flowed like tulle. The ice scepter quickly shrank back to Ling Wushuang's hand, and the end still pierced the blood tree king's torso, deep into the earth. One end was held tightly by her.

"what!"

While screaming loudly, she held the ice scepter tightly with one hand, and pressed down on her lower arm!
"Crack!"

"collapse--"

The sound of the tree trunk cracking suddenly sounded.

"what--"

With an angry roar, Ling Wushuang's light purple profound energy swarmed out, pressing down on the ice scepter quickly, piercing through the huge torso, and piercing the slender ice scepter stick in the soil behind Ling Wushuang. Under Wushuang's suppression, like a powerful lever, the roots of the Blood Tree King were continuously cracked and pried out from the ground!

"Bump!"

The thick blood-red veins submerged in the soil are densely packed, and they are constantly cracking, and the fresh meridians are torn apart abruptly!

"Ah—human!"

The roaring sound of the Blood Tree King was like a frantically struggling beast, howling its final scream hoarsely.

Pain, despair, unwillingness.

"bump!"

The moment Ling Wushuang's boots landed, the blood tree king was pried up by the roots, and every tree root connected to the ground below emerged from the ground.

"call--"

All kinds of strange sounds around him disappeared in an instant, leaving only the traces of the strong wind!
"Buzz!"

In the sky, all the blood slaves around Lou Junyan suddenly went limp at the moment when the Blood Tree King was uprooted, falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string, hitting the ground and smashing into pieces. Potholes.

Lou Junyan lowered his eyes coldly, looked at the Blood Slave who had fallen to the ground, then at the stiff Blood Tree King, and finally fixed his gaze on the slender figure, his dark red lips hooked faintly, as if lightly Laughed.

"Blood Tree King!"

Ling Wushuang snorted coldly, raised his hand to withdraw the ice scepter, and stared coldly at the behemoth in front of him.

No matter how powerful things are, they have fatal weaknesses. As long as they find their weakest places, mayflies can still shake trees!

The giant tree that was uprooted was like a scarlet savage beast with its skin peeled off. This land is red.

The face is hideous and miserable.

Ling Wushuang finally took a look at the dead blood tree king who was extremely stiff, flicked his long sleeves lightly, turned over and quickly returned to Lou Junyan, his eyes revealed worry, "It's all right."

This group of blood slaves are probably all masters who entered the cemetery of the gods in ancient times and were controlled by the blood tree king. There are not a few supreme emperors, not to mention that Jun Yan should have been injured by her before, and it must be difficult to deal with it.

Lou Junyan chuckled, retracted the Dark King's Blade with his backhand, and gave Ling Wushuang a reassuring look, "It's okay."

Ling Wushuang exhaled a foul breath, feeling relieved.

"Pfft-"

Following a soft sound around, the rolling blood sea tree twisted like a ghost, and finally, one after another, it collapsed into pieces of red light, rose up in the air like petals, and fell silent on the ground, paving the entire area hundreds of miles away. It became bright red.

With the disappearance of these blood trees, the vision instantly widened, and the mist and miasma also disappeared with the wind.

"Walk."

Without further ado, Lou Junyan took Ling Wushuang's hand with heavy arms and was about to leave.

"Jun Yan, wait a minute." Ling Wushuang paused, grabbed Lou Junyan's hand, but stopped him.

When Lou Junyan looked back, there was slight doubt between his stern brows.

Ling Wushuang hooked his red lips, raised his chin slightly and pointed at the huge blood-red monster that was frozen on the ground, a deep light flashed in his clear eyes, and said slowly, "This thing is very strong, and the power released by the blood plasma, Being able to directly attack people's spiritual consciousness makes people hard to guard against."

This blood tree king, relying on the power released by this thing, directly attacked the Xuanshi's Life Spring Consciousness Sea, and even the supreme powerhouse would be hit if he was careless!

Lou Junyan raised his brows lightly, and instantly understood Ling Wushuang's sly eyes.

"Om-"

With a buzzing sound, even the entire Blood Tree King disappeared into the land.

"By the way, there are still these things." After Ling Wushuang cleaned up the Blood Tree King, his eyes turned, and his eyes stayed on the large potholes, and he laughed out loud, "It's also a good thing."

Lou Junyan looked at Ling Wu's bandit-like eyes, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly and grinning hoarsely.

"The combat power is terrifying." Ling Wushuang narrowed his eyes.

Almost half of the blood slaves were beheaded by Lou Junyan, and many of the rest were seriously injured. The possibility of re-melting and repairing the devastating wounds is not high.

From the perspective of these mysterious masters, even the middle-rank supreme emperors have almost no possibility of waking up after being controlled by the blood tree king. These blood slave puppets are covered with a layer of armor-like stone skin, like fossils. For a long time, almost all of them have been handed down from ancient times.

Now that the blood trees were uprooted, they lost control in an instant and scattered all over the ground.

In other words, if the bloody aura in the dark phantom hall in their bodies is washed away, refined again, and branded with a new soul imprint, they can be used by anyone, just like Ling Wushuang obtained in the dark temple last time. Like the death puppet!
(End of this chapter)