Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Forty-Five - The Bloody Man in the Forest

And behind him, is Ling Fei.

Ling Fei hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Holy Son, this subordinate still thinks it's too risky. Netherworld is a fierce beast, and its divine sense is extremely powerful. Although it is constrained by the [Dead Palm Pattern], there is still the possibility of backlash. So The corpse pattern always waits for the corpse to completely die before controlling that soul into a corpse soul.”

When Xiao Hu heard this, he shook his head.

He looked at Ling Fei and said seriously, "Do you know the origin of the corpse pattern?"

Ling Fei was stunned for a moment, but did not speak.

Xiao Hu said with rare humor: "Reading is very important."

He turned around and stood with his hands behind his back. Looking at the endless night, as if in his eyes he returned to the thunderstorm night that once flashed, and the figure holding the corpse and screaming in the sky.

"Take thunder as proof and love as proof. Even if you are poor and blue, you and I will never be separated."

"Huangquan Daozong, the first sentence of the creation volume."

Xiao Hu said slowly: "The corpse pattern at that time was called [Huangquan Dao]. The original intention of creating the Huangquan Dao was to make the deceased merge with himself and never be separated. Later, the strong man used the corpse soul. He became extremely strong, and people worshipped him with this. But how easy is it to find a puppet who is willing to die and be manipulated?"

"Over time, the practitioners of [Huangquan Dao] took the initiative to kill powerful practitioners, and then forcibly used the method to mobilize the dead souls."

"This is the origin of the corpse pattern."

Ling Fei was dumbfounded, but he somehow felt that the Son of God did not deceive him.

"So, don't we..." Xiao Hu heard the words and nodded calmly and took the sentence: "Yes, you all made mistakes. Didn't you see that [Zhuanglong] can crush Heizi with the second palace level? Because Zhuanglong's corpse soul is also a soul that willingly follows him and is willing to be manipulated after death."

"Dead souls, although being manipulated, have lost the agility brought about by their self-consciousness. However, those who are willing to become corpse souls are before they die. The soul voluntarily gives up the body and integrates with the host, and the soul is connected."

"How can such a corpse soul be compared with the corpse pattern?"

At this moment, he still stopped.

And Ling Fei also felt something, and frowned: "A very strong smell of blood."

Xiao Hu looked forward, his eyes seemed to pass through the woods.

"interesting."

……

This is a jungle in the east.

In the east of the world, the most famous is probably the East China Sea. Except for the boundless East China Sea, the world where tattooed beasts are rampant—the Forbidden Forest.

From a bird's-eye view from the sky, the boundless blue ocean and the dense green ocean complement each other, creating a unique artistic conception. But at this moment, somewhere in the green sea was filled with the smell of blood.

I saw a young man supporting the tree with his right hand, while still holding a long stick in his left hand, looking around cautiously. And all around him were the corpses of a head tattooed beast. The level of these beasts is not too high, only the first and second orders. But there are a lot of them. At least twenty corpses of tattooed beasts are lying here, and the smell of blood seems to rise to the sky, scattered in the forbidden forest.

In the world where the tattooed beasts are rampant, the Forbidden Forest, the smell of blood is a very dangerous thing.

Most beasts are bloodthirsty and are quite sensitive to the smell of blood. And the scene like the blood prison right now will directly make those tattooed beasts come madly.

But the young man seemed to be unconscious, and saw that he tore open the tattered upper body robe, revealing strong and well-trained muscles, but his body was already covered with blood, like a blood man.

This person was Xuantian who resolutely left Nanhuang City alone after the battle with Xu Yan in front of the Jidao Temple that day.

If someone in the same realm saw the scene in front of them, they would be extremely shocked.

It's just that the Second Palace was able to kill more than 20 tattooed beasts of comparable strength with his own power! ?

Even in the same environment, he is still the best!

In fact, in Jidao Temple, the strongest person was never Xuan Xiu, but Xuan Tian.

It's just that Xuantian spends more time in seclusion and practice, and Xuanxiu's experience in the world is also very important because of the tattoo artist's cultivation, so he didn't just practice in silence.

It's just that he is as strong as Xuantian. At this moment, he already has the feeling of running out of oil and dying.

He has been fighting for a full seven hours, from the setting sun to the night now.

No matter how powerful and domineering his [Eight Wilderness Liuhe Divine Art] is, his head is dizzy and his whole body is weak. But he still held on.

He came here to become stronger.

The experience between life and death, standing on the tip of a knife and dancing, is undoubtedly the fastest way to stimulate growth and become stronger. In the past seven hours, his improvement was not a single drop, and his fighting skills became more concise and powerful. It's just that he actually knew in his heart that coming here for a long time without escaping is no different from sending death.

But he still put his hands on the tree, wanting to see how far he could persevere.

"Roar!"

There was another furious roar.

Three terrifying auras, like the tip of a sharp arrow, pointed directly at the position where Xuan Tian was.

Those are three second-order peak [Magic Horned Sheep].

The magic horn sheep only haunt at night. The essence of his body is in the pair of black-gold horns, and the power given by the horns can even surpass the challenge and break through the defense of the higher-order beasts than himself. What's more terrifying is that the magic horn sheep is a herd beast.

At this moment, behind the three devil horn sheep, there are more than ten first-order devil horn sheep.

With such a lineup, even the tattooists of the Three Palaces would not dare to challenge its edge head-on, and even the tattooists of the Ten-strands had to fight and retreat, and if they retreated half a step, they would probably be wiped out under their hooves.

Xuan Tian stood firm, but his eyes were filled with madness.

He once felt this breath between life and death.

That was the first time that young man felt it when he slapped the palm of his hand before the temple that he used to call a holy place. Then he didn't do anything because he couldn't react at all before that life-and-death crisis.

This time, he won't just stand there and wait to die.

The residual tattoo strength on the body is pitiful to look at. The eyes of the three magic-horned sheep of the second-order peak are indifferent, like looking at a piece of dying meat. The horned sheep is a carnivorous beast.

"Ahhhhh!" Xuan Tian raised his head to the sky and howled, and a golden halo appeared from the long stick in his hand!

The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Divine Art!

Behind him, there seems to be a vague figure.

The phantom was holding a diamond pole and dropped it against the magic horned sheep in front of him, like a judgment.

The three-headed devil-horned sheep sensed the crisis and avoided it subconsciously.

It's just that one of them couldn't dodge.

A touch of golden light fell on the head!

Pattern Technique - Demon Subduing Judgment!

Boom!

Like a thunderbolt that destroys the world!

The pair of horns that the devil-horned sheep was most proud of were all shattered, and with a cry of grief, it fell to the ground and died.

The magic horn sheep all around were screaming with sadness, anxiety, and anger.

At this time, Xuan Tian had already fallen to the ground, waiting for the last moment before his death.