The strongest starting system

Chapter 1122
Zhao Wushuang did not take any defensive posture towards the three weasels.

Since he came in, he didn't intend to engage in a protracted war!Now that enough energy has been absorbed, there is no need to worry about it.

"Let me see how today's results are." Zhao Wushuang murmured to himself, and in his slightly lowered eyes, two black lotus flowers twirled crazily, with a tendency to be unstoppable.

Moreover, the black lotus has undergone an astonishing change, slowly splitting into two, occupying the black pupils, which is quite strange and coquettish.

The three weasel clones with ancient blood should not be underestimated. The strong sense of oppression caused the magma flowing around Zhao Wushuang to stop in an instant and solidify into the thickness of an ice cube.

At this time, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he could only watch helplessly as the opponent attacked.

Seeing this scene, the weasel felt extremely happy.

He had originally set up a lot of traps, and he could catch the net with only the prey on the bait, but there happened to be a disobedient prey who wanted to break the shackles.

This matter has to be taught by him, and these lowly human beings must know who is the real master.

The weasel was thinking about what kind of punishment to use to punish Zhao Wushuang, when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Zhao Wushuang's eyes.

A few slightly flowing black lotus flowers were also reflected in the weasel's pupils, and the weasel's pupils shrank suddenly, and a thick look of shock surfaced in his heart.

A feeling of heart palpitations came from nowhere and permeated his heart, which caused a little panic for the weasel who didn't come.

Just now, the weasel looked at Shura Hell, where countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood were piled up, a ferry boat floated by, an old man was pole-stretching, and a mysterious old man in a bamboo hat propped up a pair of leather goods with the mast.

Those are left behind after death!
The boat was crumbling across the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and it seemed that it would sink in the next second.

Countless resentful ghosts followed the boat, roaring mournfully, but none of them dared to approach the boat.

In a trance, the weasel suddenly remembered the Abi hell that the ancestor had told him, that is, the endless purgatory.

It is rumored that Avici Hell is the last of the eight hells, and it is also the most painful and dangerous hell. None of the evil spirits thrown here can start well and end well. The pain never stops, but life will never disappear.

"No...impossible. Although Abi Hell is the most dangerous purgatory in the universe, it has been destroyed by several great god kings after the ancient battle, and it is impossible to reappear in the world!"

The weasel shook his head vigorously, throwing away the distracting thoughts in his heart, bared his teeth again, and showed a fierce look in his eyes; "Damn human, how dare you use low-level methods to deceive me, I will let you die without a whole body."

The claws, teeth and huge tail of the three weasels respectively locked several directions in which Zhao Wushuang escaped, waiting to give him the final blow.

The next moment, Zhao Wushuang was swallowed up.

The weasel laughed triumphantly, but the laughter only lasted halfway, and then stopped abruptly.

Because the figures of the three weasels suddenly became erratic for no reason, and under the objects they suppressed, the black liquid dissolved in the magma, spreading like an ink halo.

In just a short moment, the black liquid opened up and down, directly swallowing the three weasels into it, and the jet black surged.

The weasel was dumbfounded, what's going on?

The black ink was blown up and down by the creatures trapped inside, but it wasn't damaged in the slightest.The weasel turned pale with fright, because he realized that his original strength was losing, and the speed was abnormally fast.

He spent a certain amount of energy refining those three weasels.

"What did you do?" Weasel couldn't help asking loudly.

A figure above the black ink ball slowly condensed into shape. It was Zhao Wushuang in black clothes. His face was extremely pale, and there was a touch of blood red deep in his skin, which made him look extraordinarily strange.

"What did I do?" Zhao Wushuang smiled casually, "Now you will know what I did!"

Boom!Before he finished speaking, four black lotus flowers shot out from his eyes. In an instant, the color of the entire underground lava changed completely, from red to black. Zhao Wushuang was the only purity in the darkness.

The weasel was no longer calm, he jumped and cursed loudly: "Despicable and shameless! You are also from outside the territory, why didn't you say it earlier? Why do you need to help this group of ants."

Zhao Wushuang shook his head, "I'm sorry, I'm a native of Shenwu Continent, not from outside the region, your eyesight is a bit weak."

"Impossible!" Weasel shouted with a sharp voice: "It is impossible for this low-level plane to have cosmic-level power. You are lying! I will kill you."

Behind the weasel, the black magma was almost boiling, and he used all his strength to strangle Zhao Wushuang here.

Because he smelled the terrifying aura on Zhao Wushuang's body.

Zhao Wushuang was also polite, and directly activated the ultimate power of the four lotus flowers, revealing the power of the blood of the second-order Rahu saint clan.

The world built by the deep-sea magma was shattered by the two of them again and again. Weasel tried his best, but found that he could not defeat Zhao Wushuang.

And he himself was on the verge of depleting his energy.

"No, no..." Weasel's eyes turned red: "How can your bloodline level be comparable to mine? You... If that's the case, then let's compete with the flesh."

The weasel chose the most decisive and heroic way: to abandon the competition for Yuanli and enter the illusory world.

There, he can reveal his true body and kill Zhao Wushuang.

"Damn weasel, if you can't beat me, you'll use tricks, it's too low!" Zhao Wushuang walked in the mountains and forests, frowning and complaining, this illusory world is controlled by weasels, he fell into it together with weasels, Yuanli was captured He was so suppressed that he couldn't move, and even his body suffered a certain degree of damage.

Now he can only take one step at a time, let's escape from this forest first.

When he was looking for the trail, a faint scarlet gaze quietly lit up behind him.

Although Zhao Wushuang lost his strength, his keen consciousness was still there. He noticed something not far behind him.

The jungle is uninhabited, vast, and twilight is coming. The shadows in the woods are like demons standing at the gate of hell and swaying with the wind.

He should have been targeted by a weasel. That guy is hiding in the dark and should be ready to attack him at any time.

Zhao Wushuang didn't have a weapon on his body. He lowered his head and swept, keeping a half-kneeling posture, and quietly squeezed a fist-sized stone on the ground.

The breath behind him was getting closer and closer.

call out.

Not far from him, there is a bush, which should be a certain beast hidden in the grass.

Zhao Wushuang noticed it, he dodged, rolled over and hid aside.

Sure enough, a swift shadow passed through where he was just now, and flew into the air.

Looking around, it was a wolf with blue fur and a scar on its left eye. At this moment, a bloodthirsty light was shining in the wolf's pupils.

It is the Weasel in animalized form.

(End of this chapter)