Hero was suddenly attacked, and the sea of spirits instantly rolled up into thousands of waves.
The assassin, his body was stiff, his eyes were blank, and he stood upright in the void.
After a moment, the silver light faded away, and a tall figure appeared, with silver hair and a heroic spirit. It was the frustrated Dillon who had just been judged by Hero.
"How do you feel now?" Wind Hunter asked.
"Thank you, senior. Senior's roar just now completely dismantled his illusion and mental imprint. He feels much better now." Dilong said with a grateful look on his face.
"This boy's other soul is definitely a terrifying figure. Your combat power is weaker than his Peony Stone. He has grasped the weakest point in your heart from the beginning, and then constantly takes psychological offensives. When your spirit is at its weakest,
If you use mental attacks when you are in chaos, you will almost live forever in his illusion." Wind Hunter shook his head, then glanced at Hero and said.
"Actually, I don't quite understand why Senior didn't directly shatter his soul with a mental attack just now, but instead woke me up and asked me to stun him."
"Ahem..." At this time, Wind Hunter touched his nose in embarrassment, "Actually, I just said that to fool him. My sonic mysteries have not yet been perfected. If I attack with all my strength, I may even destroy this young man's soul.
They will be shattered together, and by waking you up, you can directly use the Seal of God to suppress his soul. As long as his mind goes blank for a few seconds, he should be able to deal with it."
With that said, the Wind Hunter looked at Hero. Around Hero, wisps of blood mist rose. At the same time, a faint blood-colored shackle locked around Hero's neck. You couldn't really see it if you didn't look carefully.
"This is..." Dillon was very familiar with this scene. Hero once fought with him with a sea of blood, and the power and killing intent were still fresh in his memory.
"This sea of blood should be the key to binding this young man's other soul. He had no consciousness before and just relied on instinct to fight. If I guessed correctly, it was you who crushed the sea of blood that made this young man's
Another soul is freed from bondage." Wind Hunter speculated, "
This restraint should be a powerful force. The other soul of this young man has been deliberately suppressing this force. However, once he loses consciousness, this force will break free from the suppression and bind this soul again. I was just speculating,
But from the looks of it, there should be nothing wrong.”
After the words fell, the two people's eyes fell on Holo at the same time.
At this moment, Hero's body was locked with dozens of light red shackles. The vast blood-colored ocean around him rolled up endless waves, submerging the world. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore rumbled, like thunder coming into the world.
Fill the ears.
Heluo's blood magic was flying. He was floating in the vast sea of blood, roaring in his throat, and a pair of blood-colored pupils flashed with terrifying eyes. He was like a wild beast, scanning all directions. When he saw the wind hunter
When meeting Dilong, he immediately raised his head and roared, and then, the fighting spirit surged like the sea, and a general trend was taking shape.
"If this soul breaks through the shackles, I'm afraid no one under this starry sky can suppress him." Wind Hunter said, his eyes were extremely profound, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at this moment.
"roar!"
At this moment, Helo screamed and struck across the sea of blood. The blood-colored shackles on his body clanged, and the waves of blood flooded the heaven and earth. The sound was extremely terrifying.
"Boom!"
Dillon's whole body bloomed with immeasurable divine light, and he was about to take action, but a divine voice sounded, and a god appeared behind the wind hunter. He looked like heaven and earth, and was even extremely tall. There was a vast void above his head, and the vast earth beneath his feet. There was wind and thunder in every move.
The wind hunter moved his palms, and the gods behind him moved accordingly. Almost in an instant, a magic circle was formed instantly. The moment Hero rushed over, the magic circle instantly released an incomparable brilliance, directly
shrouded Holo's head.
The Wind Hunter clasped his hands together and pushed forward violently. The magic circle instantly pressed down. This time, Hero didn't even have a chance to resist. After several low roars, he was suppressed in the distant forest.
"I can only promise not to release his other soul now. As for this boy's soul, I have no way to release it yet." Wind Hunter shook his head and said.
"Isn't it okay to kill him directly to avoid future troubles?" Dillon's eyes flashed, and a holy power was revealed unconsciously.
"No, two people have told me to take good care of this boy. Now he is still within my control. I can't do this unless I have to." Wind Hunter shook his head and directly rejected Dillon.
proposal.
Dillon frowned. No one knows the battle 200 years ago better than him, and no one understands the terror of that Shura better than him. He went retrograde and killed gods when he was only at the Holy level. This kind of courage has never been seen by Dillon.
Never seen.
Now, just two people's words wanted to let go of an extremely dangerous factor. He couldn't accept this reason.
"Who?" Dillon asked.
"One is the dean of Vincent's Academy of Magic and Martial Arts."
Dillon frowned. The dean of Vincent's Academy of Magic and Martial Arts is a man with a deterrent effect. He is a hero of the same era as the Wind Hunter, but from the current point of view, the Wind Hunter is inferior.
, because it was once rumored that the dean of Vincent's Magical Martial Arts Academy had suppressed a god-level magical beast, and its strength can be imagined.
"And the other person is the patriarch of the Nabarro family." Wind Hunter looked at Dillon and said slowly.
"Nabarro family? Which clan leader is this?"
The reason why Dillon asked this is because the Nabarro family has a long history. During the glorious period, no patriarch was beyond the holy level. However, in the past thousand years, the Nabarro family has only the holy level. If it is a few patriarchs in modern times,
, it really has no deterrent effect on him.
"The first one." Wind Hunter said calmly.
"Dharma God!" Dillon's copper buckle suddenly shrank. He never expected that the person who protected Helo was actually the first patriarch of the Nabarro family, the Dharma God who once killed Shura in a rage!
"How could the God of Dharma have anything to do with him?" Dillon's face became extremely ugly. In his eyes, the God of Dharma, the God of War and others are all figures who stand at the pinnacle of the continent. They are gods in the true sense. How could they interact with a god?
Intersect with a boy who has not even reached the holy level.
"There is nothing impossible. The origin of this young man is unusual, otherwise he would not have such a secret." The wind hunter looked at the forest below and sighed softly, "Just let him stay in this state for now, maybe he will
There will always be a way."
With that said, the Wind Hunter turned into a rainbow light and landed. However, the moment he started to move, his figure stagnated, and his face was full of shock.
"This is...unbelievable..." Wind Hunter's eyes flashed with a look of shock.
"Senior, what's wrong?" Dillon noticed the clue, and just as he was about to step forward, his body was shaken, and his face was full of horror.
The two of them looked at each other, and both turned into rainbow light and descended rapidly downwards.
In the forest below, Hero is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the sea of blood. His body is shining with seven-color treasures, and strange symbols are lingering around him. The mysterious mark of God is shrouded in the top of his head, shining softly.
, his body is repairing, and the broken body is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Wind Hunter's sealing technique still shrouded Holo's head, but it seemed a bit redundant at the moment.
Not far in front of Hero, there was a girl sitting cross-legged. His bright eyes turned and he sang strange notes in his mouth. The girl's voice was clear and crisp, as sweet as the clear spring flowing in the valley.
Behind him, there is a magnificent mountain and river, with Yao grass paving the ground, exotic flowers in bloom, and a strong breath of life. The girl sitting cross-legged in it adds to the indifferent beauty.
What the girl sang was not just simple music, it was more like a divine law. After the girl sang the strange notes, they turned into mysterious runes that lingered around Hero. Obviously, Hero
All the strange phenomena around me are caused by this girl.
Wind Hunter and Dillon were standing next to Hero and the girl. Neither of them moved, they just stood there quietly listening to the wonderful music.
Assassin, the wind hunter's heart is empty, and his rating is shining brightly. Although the girl's chant is not directed at the wind hunter, the benefits to him are huge. The wind hunter has reached the peak of holiness for hundreds of years. There was no hope of breakthrough, but at this moment
, under this divine voice, he actually captured the mystery of the wind. The calmness that had been there for many years showed signs of loosening. In this state, an inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he would realize it at any time.
At the same time, the same is true for Dillon. Under this kind of divine sound, he also showed signs of enlightenment. At this time, a kind of divine sound, the higher the realm, the deeper the understanding. For a saint like them, it is undoubtedly a
A great opportunity.
At the same time, in Helo's spiritual world, a soul slowly awakened and whispered: "The sound of nature..."