Global Awakening: Beginning with Awakening the Void Fear

Chapter 115 The Burial

At this moment, Hei Er wished he could grow two more legs and run wildly in the sky.

The giant snake seemed to have been asleep for many years, walking unconsciously in the air, as if thinking about something, remembering something...

Hei Er took this opportunity to frantically flee in one direction, which was opposite to the direction of the military headquarters, so he could not lure the giant snake to the military headquarters.Because of this giant snake, among the strong men who have entered the Soul Cave, no one can deal with it!

After Hei Er had escaped for a long time, the giant snake seemed to have finally remembered something, and slowly stretched its head in one direction, but it was not the direction Hei Er was escaping, nor the direction where the military headquarters was located...

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Ning Sanque once again killed a mid-level imperial spirit master, looking at the enemy in front of him, he frowned slowly.

This is three cases 89, a high-ranking imperial spirit master!

89's soul is a rainbow with extremely fast speed. After Ning Sanque killed another person, he was locked by his team. 89's task is to entangle Ning Sanque and wait for the arrival of the other two teammates.

"I smell a delicious smell from you. Although I haven't sacrificed to a middle-level spirit master for a long time, you will be an exception!" Sanzong 89's voice came, looking at Ning Sanque who was not far away. , with a cat-playing-mouse-like smile on his face.

Although Ning Sanque succeeded in sneak attacks many times, but they were all mid-level imperial spirit masters. He believed that this should be the explosive method of the handsome young man in front of him. He was confident that with his speed, Ning Sanque's explosive attack could not beat him. Hit him.

And if Ning Sanque's eruption is useless to him, after his eruption period is over, it's just meat on the cutting board, which can be destroyed with a backhand.

As for the high-ranking imperial spirit master Sanzong 101 who was killed, it was just a sneak attack.

Ning Sanque let out a chuckle, although his face was smiling, but the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze the air in front of him into ice cubes, "Qishan County was destroyed, you did it?" He was not in a hurry, Qishan County Destroyed before his eyes, he wondered why.

"really want to know?"

"Hahaha, I won't tell you."

With his back to the sun, the smile on Ning Sanque's face gradually disappeared, and the expression on his face became more and more weird, and finally, it became ferocious and evil, "You know, that's my hometown, Qishan County has countless Thousands of people, you! Know! Know! Do you! Miscellaneous! Broken!"

Gritting his teeth for the last few words, he paused every word, and at the moment the word 'broken' came out, his figure burst out, flames rose up behind him, Qishan County was destroyed before his eyes, and he always had a sigh of relief in his heart , although he killed several soul cult members and even two soul envoys before, they were all sneak attacks and forced kills. In his opinion, these were not enough!
The wind moved the leaves, and the speed that Sanzong 89 is proud of really allowed him to avoid Ning Sanque's first shot. He stood on a tree, showing a little crazy smile. In the middle, I saw pride, ridicule...

He is also laughing, the two are like two lunatics, looking at each other, smiling on their faces...

A purple war horse slowly emerged, supporting Ning Sanque, the spear was like a swimming dragon, with bursts of cold light, and the sound piercing the sky was like a dragon chant.

Under the effect of Riding Riding Technique, the closer the target is, the faster the speed plus the impact of inertia, even though San Zong 89's movement had already appeared like a rainbow-like phantom, he still did not dodge and was nailed by this shot. On the tree.

San Zong 89 finally had no smile on his face. Although he was still crazy, he was full of fear of death.

Ning Sanque dismounted slowly with a smile, "Why don't you laugh, I'm laughing at you, you're going to die, can you tell me what you're laughing at?" Grabbing the spear, he pulled it out slowly, with the same smile on his face, "Now can you Tell me the reason for destroying Qishan County?"

Sanzong 89 was pained by Ning Sanque's actions, which seemed to awaken the fear in his memory, which was the fear beyond death. He lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, he spit out something from his mouth.

It's his tongue!
"Since you don't want to say it, you can be regarded as a serious man. I will give you the most noble death and bury it in the void." Ning Sanque stepped forward, pulled out the spear completely, and vaguely saw countless blood spots on Sanzong 89's body. Holes and void spikes were the key to his almost death.

Bury it with Void Feast.

After he walked out of the dead end, he understood that the Feast of the Void is just a means. Perhaps the meaning of burial is greater than devouring. The Feast of the Void will be the burial place for the trash of the Soul Cult. This will be the most glorious moment in their lives .

Ning Sanque sat cross-legged on the spot, refining this soul power, and looked at the several soul skills about Sanzong 89 in his mind. There was only one innate soul skill, Hong Ying, which Ning Sanque was more interested in, but unfortunately he couldn't upgrade it. Skill, bah, a bunch of garbage.

As for groping corpses, when the lower-ranking members of the Soul Sect are led by the higher-ups, they usually don't have any loot other than weapons and equipment, so naturally nothing is found. That is to say, these people are poor, but for Ning Sanque That said, they are treasures in themselves.

They're all treasure boys.

However, Ning Sanque was not careless, because of the gap between innate soul spirit and innate soul skills, sometimes the gap between spirit masters of the same level is astonishing. Ning Sanque didn't think they could pass more than three tricks with all the soul skills filled.

The gap between people is sometimes far greater than the gap between humans and dogs.

Five minutes later, two figures appeared. Ning Sanque looked at the two in front of him with a trace of coldness in his eyes, "Are you the support of that tough guy just now?"

The two still didn't understand what Ning Sanque was talking about. Ning Sanque had already exploded, and his soul skills were basically activated. He didn't care about the consumption of soul power. As a burial man, the two treasure boys in front of him were soul power recharge packs.

The two summoned ghost phantoms successively, a yellow tiger-shaped spirit one meter tall and two meters long and a black branch spirit respectively.

The phantom of Ning Sanque's soul also appeared behind him. In front of the 15-meter-high fearful spirit in the void, the two souls were like toys.

Void roars!

Although both of them are high-ranking spirit masters, their soul skills are not so rare and powerful like Sanzong 89. Ning Sanque slashed his spear across the neck of the owner of the tiger soul, with a 'ding', accompanied by Along with the crisp sound, there were some sparks.

No, what level is this person, how could it be?
The tiger soul owner was also in a cold sweat at this moment. He couldn't feel the soul power in his body at that moment just now. Fortunately, he regained control of the soul power at the last moment and activated the innate soul skill, but part of his neck was still scratched , but it's all right.

After missing a single hit, Ning Sanque knew that it would take a hard fight to kill the two people in front of him, and it was not worth it, so he retracted his spear, rode on the horse back summoned by the riding technique, turned around and ran away.

The two chased for a distance, looking at Ning Sanque's back with the same speed, his face was ugly, it was compelling, he ran really fast.

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The top floor of the building.

Zhao Yuwei knelt on the ground, and in front of him was the incarnation of the emaciated old man of the High Priest.

The Dajijiao turned his back to Zhao Yuwei, as if he was looking at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but his eyes were closed. "Can the people in this city be controlled?"

Zhao Yuwei didn't raise her head, but said in a respectful tone, "After breaking through to a high level, my subordinates can already control the whole city."

The high priest nodded slightly, and seemed to be satisfied, and muttered to himself. "That's right, it's not in vain for this deity to fish out your future from time and space, hehe, the couple of fate..."

Under the circumstances of the crazy blood sacrifice and unlimited supply of resources, Zhao Yuwei has broken through to a high-level imperial spirit master in just two months!Comparable to the level of a half-step master martial artist awakening a spiritual master!
Unfortunately, what she didn't understand was that, just like her awakened innate soul and soul, perhaps, the gift of fate had already secretly marked the price, but it was paid in installments.

(End of this chapter)