They all say I practice black holes

Chapter 340 No chance
Li Miao had never heard of such a thing. When a group of White Walkers charged, they were frightened back by an unfinished star magic.

But before they ran far, Li Rui's astrology began to take shape, and the black curtain that covered the sky and the sun suddenly covered all the strange ghosts, and the galaxy of the universe began to advance.

All the ghost king-level blades sent by Wen Pei were also involved, interspersed with turbulent elements in the galaxy.

Although Li Rui still has not broken through to the twelfth stage, with the addition of these more powerful weapons, the lethality of the galaxy has doubled, swallowing up most of the White Walkers in an instant.

They were torn apart and shattered by the stars and meteorites, unable to resist even a little bit.

In an instant, the alien army that had been so arrogant just now was wiped out.

"One move, one move."

Seeing such a scene, Li Miao felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat. The oppression of the black universe was so strong that he felt frightened just by watching. No wonder the White Walkers fled in a hurry as soon as they saw the rising force. After all, they were Being targeted head-on by this star technique.

At this time, Li Rui was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, and randomly bombarded the earth with single singularity explosions again and again. The ground that had been ravaged was brutally beaten to death.

"There is actually so much star power."

Li Miao exclaimed that it was unbelievable. The Universe Galaxy just now was definitely a top secret skill. It was a unique secret skill that only the strongest group of great star magicians had the opportunity to master. It also had a wide range of abilities, just like Liu Ling's Baili Nirvana. .

"Using such a star technique, the star power was not exhausted. No wonder, no wonder Dean Liang asked him to refine his pulse like this. It really makes sense."

Only then did he realize that all his previous worries were in vain.

Li Rui continued to use star magic to wreak havoc in this space. He waited until the pain in his body diminished before finally slowly stopping.

He collapsed on the ground, looked up at the sky blankly, and then became motionless.

Seeing this action, Li Miao was startled and hurried forward.

"Are you OK?"

Li Rui slowly turned his head, stared at him for a while, and then jumped up suddenly.

"Cool!"

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Li Miao can't be punished by him. How can something like refining pulses still be fun?
Li Rui saw the demented look on his face and said with a wry smile: "I am hinting in my heart that the feeling is really not something people can bear."

Li Miao laughed twice: "So it's done?"

"It must have happened, otherwise you have to take me back for rescue now."

Li Rui said, "This can really speed up the speed, and the danger is indeed very high."

He glanced down and saw that the star power mark on his body had faded by a small amount, retreating from his neck to his chest.

"General Li, I have to go back and rest for a day before starting again."

"Oh, oh, okay, I'll ask them to give you some medicine to warm and nourish the meridians. Although the effect is not obvious, it is better than nothing."

"That would be troublesome."

"You're too polite."

The two were about to leave when Li Miao's expression suddenly changed: "Oh no, I forgot about Researcher Xiaowen."

At this time, Wen Pei was squatting on the hilltop in the distance with a grimace, not daring to move.

"Why haven't you come to pick me up yet?"

In the center of Linyuan Continent, a huge stone gate stands on the ground, and countless ghosts are marching out of the flickering light.

In front of the door, a road continues to extend to the plain ahead. There used to be a stretch of rolling hills, but now they have been flattened and become the base camp for the Black Territory Legion.

In the middle of the plain there was a huge creature, not much shorter than Hemon, with a bloated body supported by six thick legs, and a huge sword stuck in the ground in front of him.

The Ghost King, who had never been defeated in a fight with Taiwei, has completely come out.

He looked down at the ground still covered with scorched earth, stretched out his scaly claws, picked up a handful of soil, put it in front of his nose that could only be called a blowhole, and sniffed.

"The scorched earth of death."

He muttered something in the language of the White Walkers, then growled, "Bring it here!"

Behind, dozens of skullcrushers trotted over from the door carrying a log. Although this sixth-level white ghost was not strong, it was quite powerful. However, carrying this thing, these guys saw It was very difficult to get up.

Even so, they dare not neglect the slightest bit, because the ghost king's call to them comes from the suppression of blood, and it is impossible to disobey a little, let alone carry something, even if they are asked to die.

The six-legged ghost king took two steps back and let out a thunderous gasp from his fangs bared. He impatiently grabbed the log carried by the Skull Crusher and held it in his hand, as if he had picked one up from the ground. twigs.

Looking closely, this thing is not a tree, but some kind of dry organ, which has just shrunk into a long strip.

The warlord picked up the giant sword with his other hand and stabbed it into his chest with a thud.

"Roar"

After drawing the sword, black blood splashed on the surface of the log, and was then sucked into it at an alarming speed.

The Ghost King seemed to have been drained of a lot of strength. He bent his six legs and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

The log absorbed the blood essence and immediately expanded and regained its fullness. It turned out to be a columnar heart and began to beat again and again.

The six-legged ghost king grabbed it with both hands, roared angrily, and thrust it hard into the ground.

thump—

The sound of heartbeats spread throughout the plains in front of the gate of the Black Realm along with the enemy.

dong dong——

thump -- thump -- thump --

The originally dry and withered scorched earth began to become moist from the heart, and continued to spread to the distance. A rotten atmosphere immediately filled the world.

All the White Walkers felt this change and shouted excitedly, as if they could not suppress the power in their bodies.

Now, they urgently need a killing to quell this restlessness from their souls.

At this time, a figure flew across the plain and landed in front of the Ghost King. Zheng Hongyu stood in front of the mountain-like figure, looking extremely small, but there was only piety and reverence on her face.

The six-legged ghost king lowered his head, approached Zheng Hongyu, exhaled the fishy wind, and looked at the human carefully.

"Are you sure you want to accept this power?" The human language spoken in his mouth did not appear jerky at all.

Zheng Hongyu raised her head: "We Zheng clan members have shouldered the fate of decades, isn't it just for strength?"

"Look at what I am like now. All of this and His gaze are all a price to pay."

The tentacles on the ghost king's jaw squirmed, "Is this what you want? I can't get rid of it, but you still have a chance."

A tear oozed from the corner of Zheng Hongyu's eyes, streaking across her face that was no longer young.

"I have no chance, Grandpa. From the beginning, when you heard that voice, it was destined to be gone."

(End of this chapter)