Hidden God·Dawn

The blood-colored pupils suddenly dilated to the extreme, and a large piece of bright red color instantly covered all the light in the eyes. It was as if the brain was torn apart by something, and the small and sensitive nerves were chopped off in an instant, like a burning fire. The pain is piercing.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Han Cheng stood there in a daze, his only remaining right eye was completely cracked.

After a moment of silence, the Seven Star Ghost ruthlessly withdrew the knife in his hand. There was a terrifying sound of metal rubbing against flesh and blood, blood spattered again, and a shattered eyeball fell from the blade.

"铛!" With a loud sound, weeping blood fell to the ground, and the cold wind with a fishy smell whizzed by, rolled up the blood-soaked clothes and raised them high. The broken tree fell slowly, splashing a large amount of bright red blood.

Success or failure is separated in an instant, when life and death are but a breath, this moment comes too suddenly.

Did he... just die like this?

Mu Qing was stunned, just staring blankly at the young man lying in a pool of blood, as if he didn't react at all.

"Little bastard!" After a while, he screamed and ran over.

His right eye is still open, but has lost focus, dull and empty, without a trace of life, his tightly pressed lips are pale and thin, with strands of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but the most shocking thing is his left eye .

The knife was inserted straight into the left eye, and the two-inch-wide blade cut the eye socket in two, split the brow bone at the top, and pierced the silkworm at the bottom.

After the eyeball was taken out, the entire eye became a blood hole, and the scarlet blood mixed with some cell tissues flowed all over the cheek.

"Little bastard, don't die! Wake up!" Shaking Hancheng's rapidly freezing body vigorously, Mu Qing felt unbearably stuffy in his chest.

As soon as the brain was pierced, Mu Qing had lost the courage to test his breath, grief and remorse screamed in his chest.

I don't kill people, but people die because of me!This is an unbearable fact.

Although he used himself, he didn't let himself die early in this weird and dangerous situation.

In fact... this seemingly cruel boy has been trying his best to protect himself!

No matter what the reason was, at least at this moment, he had already risked his life for himself!

"Why did you do this? Why?" Mu Qing turned his head and shouted at the Seven Star Ghost who was watching coldly.

In the cold and silent night, the Seven Star Knife was dripping with blood, and the blood beads slowly slid down the blade, and finally dripped into the pool of blood, forming circles of black ripples, which gradually spread.

Such a clear ticking sound, like a deadly leak in the middle of the night.

The Seven Star Ghost just stared silently at Hancheng covered in blood, as if he didn't hear anything, his eyes seemed to be waiting for something with such undivided attention.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the deathly silence, only the wind was howling.

However, a moment later, a strange scene happened!

The blood flowing across the back of the head suddenly flowed back, and the soft white light from the shattered eyeball slowly rose from the pool of blood on the ground, and flew towards Hancheng's empty eye socket as if being drawn!

Mu Qing, who was grieving and angry, was taken aback, stepped back in a hurry and fell to the ground, shocked and speechless for a moment.

At that moment, Han Cheng's icy fingertips trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously raised his hand to tightly cover his left eye, and the violently beating forehead was dripping with cold sweat, washing away the blood.

An extremely weak moan escaped from between the clenched teeth, and the body twitched uncontrollably, obviously trying his best to barely control the crushing pain. The veins of the teenager's hand pressing his left eye were exposed, and his right hand was twitching. Grabbing the hem of the clothes convulsively, nails digging deep into the palm of his hand.

After a long time, the people on the ground finally calmed down. When he slowly moved away his left hand covering his eyes, what appeared in front of Mu Qing was a perfect eye!

Such clear and clear eyes are as dazzling as stars, in stark contrast to the blood-like color of the right eye.

"You...you're not dead!" The dripping blood still remained on his face, Mu Qing's eyes widened, and he moved back again, with a strange expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether it was surprise or fright.

The young man didn't answer, but just looked at Mu Qing's reddish eyes, then grabbed the weeping blood that fell beside him and struggled to get up, his tightly closed lips were firm and indifferent, Jun Yan lost all expression again, empty and numb.

"Be careful!" Mu Qing hastily got up to help her, but was avoided in disgust.

He stood there in a daze, with his hands in mid-air, the scene was really embarrassing.

Hancheng staggered and turned around without looking at anyone.

"Although I can't completely remove the demonic nature of the blood snake willow, the blood snake egg in your brain has been killed, so you don't have to worry about becoming a puppet of the blood snake egg in the future!" The silent Seven Star Ghost suddenly opened his mouth, his expression flat.

Hearing this, Mu Qing looked back in surprise, looking at those quiet golden eyes, she suddenly understood something.

"No thanks!" Han Cheng didn't turn his head, and the short words carried the indifference to the end.

The vegetation on Wangyu Mountain is surprisingly lush. Once you step into the Nanshan crossing, you will be greeted by towering ancient trees. You can't walk a few steps, and there is no light above your head.

There is wet and soft deciduous soil under the feet, and the dense forests on both sides cover the sky and the sun, and a chilling meaning overflows from the deep darkness ahead.

However, in the night as thick as splashing ink, the jingling sound of dragging was like the locks on the bodies of innocent souls hitting each other, and they sounded scattered in the dark night, coming from nowhere, like the call of hell.

A large mass of blood-colored light spots floating in the air, like countless blood-glowing eyes, forming a huge red dragon, slowly swimming in the deep and surging black tide, strange and terrifying.

"Your Highness, although this road is one-way, the dense forests on both sides stretch for hundreds of miles, and it is very easy to set up an ambush. Dare I ask if I should make a detour?" The bull head in a black robe hid a pair of horns in a wide hood. The bloody eyes were particularly eye-catching. At this moment, he quickly came to Prince Fufeng, knelt down on one knee, and asked for instructions respectfully.

The blood in Prince Fufeng's eyes was extremely thick, surpassing all the ghosts here. He looked around sharply and remained silent for a long time.

At noon, news came from the ghosts that the seven-storey hall was destroyed, and the seven-star ghost broke out of the Tianshui Realm and led the demons from Shenmoling to attack the royal city!

Prince Fufeng was shocked and sent 64 ghosts back to the city for rescue, only 36 of the hundred ghosts were left, and the troops were greatly reduced.

The surrounding fields were silent, and even those creatures that used to come out at night seemed to smell an ominous atmosphere, and they had long since disappeared.

The black air flowing on the ghost seems to be getting thicker and thicker. The ink-like black seems to be the paint that is about to fall off in an oil painting. There is a sticky feeling in the eyes, and there is a breathless feeling in the air. But out of breath depression.

"Proceed according to the original plan!" The short six words clearly expressed the instruction, and the expression of Prince Fufeng could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but there was some irritable emotion in that cold voice, as if he was suppressing something.

"Yes!" Niutou bowed his head to accept the order, then stood up neatly, raised his right hand, and made a strange gesture.

Following this gesture, the endless bloody undercurrent behind him moved forward in an orderly manner, all the way silently.

The silent mountain road seems to be endless, extending to the unknown dark depths, only the rotten leaves and dead branches accumulated under the feet rustle under the neat and dragging steps of the demons and ghosts.

However, Prince Fufeng's auricles kept trembling slightly, and he listened intently to distant sounds.

The night wind was cold and wet, and there was a faint mist floating from the depths of the dense forest, cruising on the silent mountain road, like pale ghosts.

However, in the silent night, if you listen carefully, there are tiny rustling sounds, as if there are countless tiny snakes and insects walking in the night far away.

That kind of crushing voice that overwhelms the sky, makes people feel chills in their hearts after listening to it for a long time.

"Comprehensive vigilance, ready for battle at any time!" Prince Fufeng frowned slightly, suddenly stopped and ordered in a deep voice, his right hand reached his waist, Yin Xiao's eyes became more bloodshot.

The minotaur next to him immediately made another gesture, and all the demons and ghosts in the team held the knives around their waists at the same time.

It was as if tens of thousands of tiny animals were crawling fast against the ground, making creepy and creaking noises.This monotonous and terrifying sound gradually filled the night.

In the darkness where he could not see his fingers, Prince Fufeng tried to identify his position by listening to the sounds, but the overwhelming voices filled every direction, and he couldn't tell the difference at all.

There was a wind passing through the dense forest, whistling low, like a ghost crying, Prince Fufeng frowned and looked deep into the dense forest, listening carefully to the details in the rustling sounds, and suddenly roared loudly: "Lidun !"

A trace of noise mixed with Lin Fenghe's weird rustling sound finally revealed the truth, and several white cold waves shot out through the air!

The reaction of the 36 black-robed ghosts following Prince Fufeng at this moment was reversed from the previous dragging, only a heavy blunt sound was heard, and countless silver shields stood on Fufeng within the blink of an eye. In front of the prince, he was protected from the wind and rain!

Almost at the same time, those streaks of white light crashed into the shield, sparks splashed all over the silver shield and remained motionless, while those white lights exploded loudly, turning into flying flowers and scattered feathers, filling the air.

"Feng Ling Arrow?" Seeing this scene, Prince Fufeng's heart skipped a beat.

A trace of surprise flashed in the chaotic blood eyes, and he sneered: "Hmph! Are you really desperate if you put all your eggs in one basket?"

The Fengling arrow is the unique weapon of the ghost bird and the god Feng's monster bird, the White Feather Owl King. It is lethal to all monsters and ghosts. It was revealed without any scruples at the beginning. The other party obviously did not intend to hide their identity. It seems that this time there must be someone. One side will be all killed!

In the blink of an eye, countless rainstorm-like slender and cold mangs shot out from the depths of the dense forest, swishing, and instantly made the whistling wind disappear without a trace, making it look extraordinarily terrifying.

More than a thousand Yin soldiers stood up with silver shields at the same time, forming a huge silver fortress!

Almost at the same moment, the rustling sound that filled the wilderness came suddenly like a huge wave, and it seemed like thunder pierced through the ears for a moment.

"Be careful where you step!" Seemingly knowing the enemy well, Prince Fufeng didn't panic under this shock, and promptly yelled to remind the ghosts.

In an instant, countless long black tongues rushed out of the rotting leaves and mud, and there was only a continuous sound of "puff puff puff", like sharp metal thorns suddenly piercing into thick wet paper. Being pierced through their bodies, the black tongues bent like a hook, tearing their bodies apart, and crimson blood spurted like a column!

Under the nourishment of the strong evil energy naturally formed in Yaoming Island, the ghosts of Liugui Kingdom have already cultivated into entities. Although the physical damage will not make them disappear, the dead souls will have no attachment and can only return Chaotic and unconscious low-level wandering soul state, swallowed by other demons.

Those ghosts in black robes with blood-colored eyes looked cold and numb, just waving the demon swords in their hands to defend against those black tongues that would shoot out from nowhere, as if they hadn't seen the tragic death of their companions at all!

Feng Ling arrows shot at the Silver Shield Fortress fiercely, making a dull impact sound like a war drum, but it was denser and more terrifying than the craziest war drum.

However, there seemed to be a kind of natural tacit understanding between the ghosts in black robes. When the silver shield opened and closed as soon as the figure changed, only a very small number of arrows shot in through the gap that disappeared, and most of them shot through the gap. After hitting the shield, they all exploded into white feathers all over the sky.

As soon as the battle started, the enemy launched a violent surprise attack. However, the strange thing was that Prince Fufeng, who was always violent and belligerent, did not immediately counterattack, but focused on defense.

He did not choose to ambush when the team entered the depths of Wangyu Mountain, nor did he choose to make a surprise attack during the day when the yin energy was declining, but chose to attack at night when Prince Fufeng had just entered the Nanshan crossing. Still a little caught off guard.

In the Silver Shield Fortress, Prince Fufeng's Senleng's blade kept chopping black tongues that were sneaking up one after another, but he listened to all directions and watched six directions at the same time. The frequency density, silently judging how many forces the White Feather Owl and the Black Blood Qingren dispatched respectively.