Chapter 735 Master, Pingwa really can't do anything this time.
Dense clouds, thunder and lightning, and violent winds and rain pouring down!
The jungle suddenly fell into chaos.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Several tall trees were entangled in the air currents generated by the sharp disorder of the five elements of heaven and earth. They were uprooted until their roots protruded more than one meter high, and then crashed onto nearby trees, barely being uprooted or completely falling.
All the birds and animals near the mountains, forests and pools fled in all directions.
The demon elephant's violent sonic attack made Diao Ping's mind tremble, and his inner demons almost came out of his body. If he hadn't been accustomed to channeling his inner demons into violent attacks, he would have been possessed by his inner demons at this moment.
Died due to backlash.
Even so, he was still bleeding from all his orifices, and there were signs of collapse along his meridians.
However, he had no idea of giving up. Even if he wanted to give up now, he would not be able to escape the attack of the demon elephant - just like a warlock's fight, once it enters a fierce battle, the score is bound to be higher. Diao Ping just believes that
Even if it means death, this monster elephant must be taken down.
After he died, he left this rare demon bone to his master.
He knew that the master had always followed him from a distance.
That monster elephant can't hold on for much longer - at the end of the battle, maybe the next moment, the swaying monster elephant will completely collapse and die...
Diao Ping's red eyes were full of anger.
At the moment when he could barely hold back the backlash of his inner demons and was about to faint, he saw the demon elephant only five or six meters away from him under the dense rain curtain in the darkness. His huge body finally could no longer support it, and he could no longer support it.
Unable to attack, he collapsed. Diao Ping saw that the demon elephant was staring at him with a pair of vicious eyes.
Without the terrifying pressure of the demon elephant, Diao Ping staggered up in the wind and rain, walked to the demon elephant that had completely revealed its original shape, kicked the demon elephant's nose with his foot, and then raised his hand to support the huge folds of the demon elephant.
On his eyelids, he coughed twice and said softly and gently: "We have no grievances. You were living a good life, but when you met me, I had to kill you... You are not as powerful as me, so
, rest in peace.”
For some unknown reason, tears flowed from the corners of Diao Ping's eyes, washing away the blood stains from the corners of his eyes.
The white demon elephant slowly closed its eyes.
Diao Ping sat on the curved, nearly two-meter-long white fangs protruding from the corners of the demon elephant's mouth. The blood stains oozing out of its seven orifices made his face look particularly terrifying, but at this moment, there was a slight smile of satisfaction.
Smile. He was thinking, maybe, using the two huge tusks of the demon elephant, he could make two knives and hang them on his waist, which would be very nice.
He remembered that when his father took him and his sister up the mountain to collect firewood when he was a child, he had a hatchet hanging on his waist and a hatchet in his hand - the hatchet didn't look good, but...
Very flavorful.
Diao Ping was a little sleepy.
The dark clouds dispersed and the sky began to shine.
Suddenly, Diao Ping, who was almost asleep, noticed a strong energy coming very close to him.
Diao Ping frowned, suddenly stood up and stood upright, his eyes were like lightning, looking directly at the old man who came out of the dense rain forest - he was wearing some weird clothes, like the costumes of ethnic minorities, with a black robe and a black cloth belt around his waist.
, the old man's beard and hair are all white, and his pair of cloudy eyes reveal a faint light that cannot be clearly defined as blue or green.
The old man suddenly appeared with a kind expression. He looked calmly at Diao Ping, who was standing next to the demon elephant, and said, "I discovered this demon elephant first, so it belongs to me."
Unfortunately, Diao Ping didn't understand.
Because the old man spoke Thai.
Diao Ping frowned, he could feel that this old man with a seemingly kind expression had bad intentions, because when the old man appeared, he deliberately showed off his tyrannical personal cultivation strength, and his purpose was self-evident - to intimidate and intimidate Diao Ping.
Because he wanted to get this demon elephant.
"Oh shit!"
Diao Ping sighed, anyone who saw this monster elephant would be tempted.
As if he knew what he was saying, but the young warlock across from him couldn't understand it. The old man in black spoke again and made gestures. He pointed at the dead demon elephant lying on the ground, and then pointed at himself.
Now, Diao Ping was sure of what this old guy meant.
So Diao Ping shook his head.
The old man gestured again - get away, or you will die!
Very simple.
Very direct.
Very, tough!
Diao Ping was stunned. He knew very well that this old man who suddenly appeared had a much higher level of cultivation than him. Moreover, when he was exhausted from fighting the monster elephant, how could he defeat this powerful old man? Diao Ping was already exhausted.
Ping hesitated, seeming to have thought of something. He took out a cigarette, lit one, then slowly sat back on the ivory, turned to the forest behind him and shouted: "Master, Pingwa really has no choice this time...
"
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic magical power suddenly surged from the depths of the jungle, rushing unstoppably towards the old man who suddenly appeared with unfathomable strength like a flood that broke a bank.
The old man in black frowned slightly, raised his hand to pinch, and a necklace quickly rose up around his neck.
I saw that the necklace actually had four thumb-sized human skulls on it. As the old man pinched and performed the spell and chanted the spell, the four skulls floated up, and in an instant they were freed from the shackles of the necklace, and were divided into four places: southeast, northwest, and southeast.
They were no more than two meters apart, emitting a faint, mist-like light green light.
The surging spell attack waves were blocked five feet away from the old man. Like a storm hitting the rocks on the shore, the power of the spell shattered and splashed around, and a strong wind swept around.
The magnetic field chaos caused by Diao Ping's fight against the demon elephant had just returned to calm before causing trouble again.
The old man in black pointed forward, and two humanoid skulls flew quickly to the depths of the jungle behind Diao Ping. The old man pointed again, and the other two skulls flew towards Diao Ping, who was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Deep in the jungle.
The energy fluctuations of the spell suddenly surged!
When the heaven and earth phenomena suddenly rise, and the lightning and thunder have not yet roared, the violent fluctuations of magic energy are like pulling down the thunder that has not shaken the earth from the thick dark clouds in the low altitude, letting the thunder sound in the sky.
With a dull and depressing momentum like a struggle, he fell rapidly from a high altitude until there was an explosion in the jungle.
Rumble!
Boom!
The earth trembled.
The wind is raging.
The trees in the forest were shaking, and branches were constantly breaking and falling.
The two small skulls that flew into the jungle had expanded to the size of normal human skulls and quickly flew back to the old man in black. The two skulls that flew towards Diao Ping also became the size of normal human skulls.
, but when he was about to rush to Diao Ping's side, he was intercepted by an invisible force of violence, caught in the trap and thrown back violently.
The old man in black frowned, and a small staff slipped out of the cuff of his left hand. He raised his right hand high, and lightly controlled the four skulls that had revealed their original shape and exuded a faint green light. At this moment, he was no longer
Pay no attention to the young man who is obviously exhausted, but concentrate on dealing with the warlock in the jungle who has not yet appeared - this is an opponent that is difficult to meet and worthy of all his efforts.
Diao Ping's eyes flashed with coldness, and he pulled out a sharp fighting thorn from his waist that he had picked up from the drug dealer's body last time.
If Master can't deal with this old guy in black, then...
Fight him hard!
In the jungle.
Wang Qimin's expression has never been more severe.
He never expected that in the depths of this inaccessible jungle, he would encounter such an opponent whose cultivation was unfathomable and even higher than his own. And judging from the spells and magical weapons used by the opponent,
Look, he should be a warlock of the head-lowering series.
He recited the incantation silently, opened his mouth and spit it out, and a dark, round bead jumped out of his mouth and floated into the air.
The magic weapon has no name.
Wang Qimin also doesn't like to give names to magical artifacts - magical artifacts are personal and for use, not for showing off. Of course, in the future... when the trick is rectified in the Qimen world, this bead may be given
, come up with a nicer, more majestic and domineering name?
This magical weapon was made by Wang Qimin himself last year. Several small pieces of demon bones were given by Gong Hu. Gong Hu killed demon bones in Xishan County back then and most of them were given to Su Chunfeng.
The remaining bit was finally given to Wang Qimin through gritted teeth.
At that time Gong Hu said: "Let's make a magic weapon for Ping Wa."
Wang Qimin agreed, but he did not pay any actual effort, but kept it for himself. Because from the beginning, he had no intention of giving Diao Ping the magical weapon. Everything had to be done by Diao Ping himself to obtain it.
This is the inheritor of trickery.
The black bead exited, emitting a bright light in the air. It had been hidden in Wang Qimin's body for half a year, and the magic array laid out on it had already connected with Wang Qimin's mind. Almost instantly, the magic array was activated, bursting out with unparalleled violent magic array.
The attack power, amidst the sharp chaos of the five elements of heaven and earth, was overwhelming and collided head-on with the four skulls that attacked again.
Destroy everything!
The four skulls were almost instantly overwhelmed by the violent calligraphy attack power.
The old man in black was shocked, and the small staff in his hand suddenly rose sharply. He held the staff to draw talismans in the air, and muttered something in his mouth. Suddenly he grabbed it with his right hand, and then lifted it up. It was like a heavy earth energy was lifted up, and the ground became a wall.
Blocking the flood of magical attacks. The old man in black took advantage of the earth's energy to act as a wall to resist. Without hesitation, he turned the staff and penetrated his neck with the tail of the staff. Then his head detached from his neck with a whoosh, and he was high.
Fly high.
The staff immediately caught up with the head, and one after the other quickly fled into the distance.
In the jungle.
Wang Qimin opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, covering the round black bead. He made a talisman with his index finger and whispered: "Urgent..."
Whoosh!
The black beads disappeared out of thin air.
The speed is too fast.
Wang Qimin walked towards Diao Ping's position with a serious look on his face.
further away.
The fleeing head suddenly stopped in the air, and the staff that followed it turned around in the air. The black head-shaped sculpture on the front of the staff spewed out large clouds of black smoke, and the smoke was mixed with countless ghosts.
All kinds of poisons pounced on the black ball that flashed out of thin air and quickly enveloped it.
The fog is billowing, spreading wider and wider.
Trees and vegetation will wither if touched.
The head turned and flew away.
The black fog dissipated, and the black beads turned gray in color, but they still disappeared in a flash.
to a hundred meters away.
Shi used his flying head to lower his escaping head. He turned his head with horror and unwillingness, and was suddenly attacked by a black ball that penetrated from the center of his eyebrows and passed through his skull...
Aschai, a Thai white-clothed head-dressing master who was well-known in the international magic world, died in this inaccessible jungle.