Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 137 Even Being a Ghost Is Merry

Just as Duan Qi was in agony and screaming loudly, the two of them noticed that the movement outside was getting louder and louder. Although there were no more stones falling down, the movement outside made people feel panic, and the weapons let out bursts of noise There was a sound, and countless people screamed like death, dying.

The two people under the broken porcelain bowl listened quietly to the voices from the outside world, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and then said in unison: "Why don't you open it and have a look!"

After the two had finished speaking tacitly, they looked at each other and smiled again, and quietly opened the bottom of the bowl.

In an instant, a thick cloud of dust swept towards the two of them.

"Sister!" Han Mengling suddenly yelled.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that Han Yurou was trying her best to resist and protect this side, but her gray clothes were also stained with blood, and most of the blood flowing on it was her own.

Han Mengling rushed up immediately.

But the next moment, a boulder suddenly rose from the ground like a hillock, blocking Han Mengling's way.

"Too bad, Han Yurou must be in danger, that's why she didn't let Xiao Linger pass."

Layers of boulders approached, covering the sky and blocking the sun, blocking Han Mengling's sight. Han Mengling wanted to fly over the stones, but another stone rose from the ground, binding her behind.

After Duan Qi put away the broken porcelain bowl, he immediately stood up and looked around.

Dead bodies littered the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

Among these people, Duan Qi suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiang Tao, a handsome young man in white clothes, who also lay down on the ground in a miserable state of death.

What was even more frightening was that the way Jiang Tao died was obviously not what Han Yurou said.

It seemed that a giant hand had slapped Jiang Tao directly into a deep pit.

Duan Qi's complexion suddenly turned pale.

"Invisible giant hand!" Beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, "Impossible, is it the little ebony saint?"

That is the myth of the Tianyuan realm. With a wave of the hand, a mound can be reduced to ashes, and with a wave of the hand, half of the mountain will be cut off.

This kind of terrifying existence actually chased and killed this Cangyun country.

Duan Qi was horrified: "This little saint must know that I am here, damn it, she was seriously injured, and Shiji couldn't be rescued, what did I do?"

Duan Qi's heart began to become irritable. In the past, he was fearless because he never encountered an opponent who made him feel pressured.

He is confident, relying on his current perfect cultivation in the Qi Condensation Realm, plus the two terrifying energies produced after the fusion of the two spirits, the orange destruction energy, and the blue speed energy, have the power of these two spirits Help, even if he meets a warrior in the late stage of the Earth Origin Realm, he is not afraid.

However, when he was not yet full-fledged, he met a strong person in the Tianyuan realm, an existence that he did not dare to reach, an existence that could kill him with a single palm.

Such a strong man happened to be encountered at this time.

The feeling of fear spread little by little, Duan Qi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Suddenly seeing Han Mengling in front of him still struggling to run towards the battlefield not far away, this made Duan Qi feel an inexplicable pain in his heart, he squeezed his right shoulder, and rushed over immediately.

"Little Ling'er, don't worry, Han Yurou doesn't want us to go there, why don't I ask her first."

Han Mengling anxiously thumped the rock rising in front of her, nodded and said, "Yeah, hurry up and ask my sister, she won't answer my questions."

"Don't worry, she will answer me." Duan Qi gently took her somewhat cold hand, and then shouted to the front: "Sister, you let us pass, you protect us like this, little Linger will not will go."

Listening to Duan Qi's words, a murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the little saint in mid-air, she slowly raised her hands, two large hands with transparent energy condensed in mid-air, and then pressed heavily towards the ground, The giant hands that looked like gods and Buddhas crushed down the ground with overwhelming momentum, pressing the air on the ground to be extremely dignified.

Han Yurou's face was pale, she put both hands on the ground, and then lifted it vigorously, as if trying to pull something up from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the rocks around her instantly condensed into a giant rock hand, and hit the transparent giant hand of Yuanli in the sky.

The two giant forces collided together.

Boom boom boom!Boom boom boom!
The explosion in the sky was like a thunderstorm, the air pressure expanded rapidly, and a wave of energy rippled and spread from midair, causing the ground to tremble violently, and pieces of rubble fell in all directions like raindrops.

Although Duan Qi and Han Mengling couldn't see the intensity of the battle, they knew what was going on with the loud noise just now just by looking at the Shi Yu that filled the sky.

Duan Qi's hand suddenly placed on the countless rocks in front of him, took a deep breath, and urged his own true energy with one hand: "High pressure qigong wave!"

A white light flickered in his hand, and the random fluctuations were suddenly released.

boom!
The boulder in front of her had a hole in it. Through the hole, Han Mengling immediately saw Han Yurou lying on the ground, the white hat she was wearing gradually disappeared, the mask on her face fell off the ground, and her body was still intact. Pieces of gravel were crushed, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Han Mengling rushed over immediately, came to her side, and grabbed her hand tightly: "Sister, who hurt you like this?"

"My Wumu family has nothing to do with the world. We are all women. There is no need to sacrifice yourself for a man. As long as you hand over Duan Qi, I will not care about you." Wumu Ning's voice was cold, standing in midair, Just like that Juechen fairy, her indifferent expression was full of majesty.

Han Mengling raised her head, glared at Wu Muning angrily, then took out her dagger, and was about to charge forward.

"Don't go, Ling'er." Han Yurou grabbed her hand, "Don't go, take Duan Qi with you, the Yudie soul must not be handed over to the Ebony Clan."

Han Mengling was a little unwilling, she broke away from Han Yurou and wanted to rush forward.

At this moment, someone in the distance laughed.

"Hahahaha! Little saint, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you miss me."

Who is it if the person laughing is not Duan Qi?

Duan Qi had one arm hanging, like a man with a broken arm. He rubbed his nose with his left hand, and looked at the little saint in mid-air, showing his proud face.

The little saint said blankly: "Duan Qi, hand over the spirit in your body!"

Duan Qi didn't seem to hear, and continued: "There are three beautiful women fighting for me, even if I'm a ghost, I can still have a flirty joke."

The little saint was still expressionless, and said plainly: "Since you like being a ghost, then I will help you."

(End of this chapter)