The shrine was shattered, and the catastrophe was dispersed.
The red-haired monster roared unwillingly, and its figure gradually faded away until it completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
It originally came into being based on a shrine.
When the shrine is broken, it will naturally disappear!
The dark clouds and thunder dispersed one after another, and the sky became clear again, with blue sky and white clouds, breeze blowing, and the sun pouring down with a touch of warmth.
The tsunami at the ferry lost its power and stopped.
The sea surface gradually became calmer, and as far as the eye could see, the wind was gentle and the sun was shining, and the waves were sparkling.
The horrific scene that seemed like the world was annihilating just now seemed to be just an unrealistic dream.
"call……"
Several Yangshen realm experts, including Jiang Ning, breathed a sigh of relief.
If the catastrophe just now had continued for a while, everyone present might have died here today!
As the red-haired monster disappeared, the Huangtian Ancient Bell also ended its important mission, turned into a breeze, and returned to its own mountains in Yangshen, Jiangning.
Jiang Ning waved his hand to disperse his anger, half-knelt on the ground, panting and laughing miserably: "Hey, old man, is there nothing we can do now?"
In the battle just now, his bones were cracked and his face was stained with blood.
When he smiled now, his face became a bit ferocious.
"Xiong Feihu, how do you want to die?" Song Qingyuan also staggered up from the ground, with disheveled hair and fierce eyes as if he wanted to eat someone.
The black man exchanged his life for his own death.
He must avenge this!
The woman in the skirt and the other two Yang gods supported each other, with hatred in their eyes.
They have been the Twelve Sun Gods for many years, and they have a lot of friendship with each other.
To take a step back, if the black man died in the hands of the enemy, they would admit it, but he died in the hands of his own people!
How can they accept women in undershirts and not be angry?
They wished they could chop Xiong Feihu alive!
Xiong Feihu ignored their anger.
He knelt down and put his hands on the ground to collect the fragments of the shrine.
"I knew this would be the result a long time ago, but when it actually happened, I still felt a little disappointed." He murmured in a low voice, with a complicated look on his face.
"However, this also fulfills the hexagram. If the cauldron sinks the boat, it cannot be destroyed or established. Only by going to a dead end can I gain a glimmer of hope."
With the help of the power of heaven, although Xiong Feihu was able to fight one against many and beat several Yang gods half to death, his own consumption was also huge.
Most of his blood essence was sucked away by the shrine, and now he has only a few days left to live.
"Next, is the real beginning." His old voice sounded again.
In an instant, the expressions of Jiang Ning and Song Qingyuan changed dramatically.
They suddenly remembered something.
Xiong Feihu is a fortune teller, didn't he see that he would fail?
If he spied it, how could he leave no backup plan?
No one can kill a fortune teller unless he voluntarily dies!
This sentence appeared in the minds of everyone present at the same time.
"No, run away!" the woman in the skirt screamed.
While she was speaking, the others had already begun to run for their lives. Even Jiang Ning, who was struggling to stand up, was gritting his teeth and holding on and running away away.
Xiong Feihu has a backup plan, and each of them is seriously injured. If they stay here, they are waiting to die!
But there was one person present who did not leave. Instead, he kept approaching Xiong Feihu.
Song Qingyuan!
The death of the black man seriously stimulated him.
No matter what Xiong Feihu has hidden behind him now, all he can think about is killing him!
Can't wait a moment!
"Xiong Feihu, you don't even think about walking out of the Giant Whale Mountain alive today!" Song Qingyuan shouted angrily, and at the same time, the two-headed Kutuo Yang God appeared behind him again.
Even though the light was dim, Kutuo's face was filled with murderous intent!
"Chief, don't be impulsive!"
Seeing this, the woman in the skirt hurriedly turned around, grabbed Song Qingyuan, and persuaded him to leave with her.
But Song Qingyuan didn't listen at all and refused to leave!
"You go, I will kill him today!"
He knew very well that once he left today, there would be no chance for revenge in the future.
It’s even difficult to see Xiong Feihu!
So he must kill Xiong Feihu today.
Facing his murderous intent, Xiong Feihu stood up slowly, looked at Song Qingyuan with his blind eyes, and said with a smile: "Dayang God, you and I are working together, why don't you lend me your body for the time being?"
His tone was calm, but it made people's hair stand on end.
"Run away, leader, and keep the green hills here. Don't worry about not having firewood. We will fight back after our wounds are healed!" Hearing this, the woman in the skirt started to cry.
She could see that Xiong Feihu had a backup plan!
And the backup force left behind must be capable of killing Song Qingyuan!
Women in undershirts cannot just watch such a tragedy happen.
But Song Qingyuan had his own ideas, so he was not willing to leave.
"Get out of the way!" He shook the woman off her skirt and rushed towards Xiong Feihu with murderous intent.
When Xiong Feihu saw this, he showed a strange smile and refused to dodge.
"A mantis trying to block a car is underestimating his own abilities!"
Xiong Feihu took out a small bronze bell from his sleeve pocket and shook it gently.
Amidst the crisp sound of the bell, the soil on the ground began to squirm and build up a clay figurine as tall as a person. Then, Xiong Feihu bit his fingertips and flicked the blood beads on the clay figurine's eyebrows.
"The time has come, the living soul has returned to its place!" Xiong Feihu shouted.
The limbs of the clay figurine were twisted, and eyebrows and nose appeared on its face.
Judging from his appearance, it was clearly the dead Chen Yi!
"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner, you know who you should go to." Xiong Feihu said sadly.
Clay figurine Chen Yi seemed to understand what he said. He turned his head sharply and stared at Jiang Ning who was limping away in the distance.
Jiang Ning was trying hard to escape for his life, when suddenly, a chill ran down his back, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, which made his hair stand on end.
"You idiot, what are you trying to do again?" Jiang Ning's scalp was numb and he didn't even look back. He just limped away harder.
Clay figurine Chen Yi grinned when he saw this.
The smile is stiff and cold.
At this moment, Song Qingyuan came to the clay figurine.
boom!
He did not hesitate and punched out, but the clay figure remained motionless. However, Jiang Ning, who was running for his life in the distance, stumbled forward and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
Moreover, there were bursts of severe pain in the pit of my back.
"Fuck your uncle, what's going on!" Jiang Ning scolded angrily.
He turned to look back, his pupils suddenly dilated.
"Then... what the hell is the Dragon Tiger Subduing Demon Fist?!"
Behind him, the clay figurine Chen Yi was fighting with Song Qingyuan.
But the technique he used was actually Jiang Ning's Dragon and Tiger Demon Subduing Fist.
What's happening here!
Jiang Ning has one head and two big heads.
However, this is not the most outrageous thing.
The most outrageous thing is that Song Qingyuan's fists and kicks clearly hit the clay figurine Chen Yi, but Jiang Ning kept spurting blood, and his body was covered in blue and purple patches out of thin air.
Who the hell can stand this?
"Song Qingyuan, please stop me. If you continue to beat me, the clay figurine will be fine, but I will be beaten to death by you first!" Jiang Ning's hair stood on end and he hurriedly stopped him.
Song Qingyuan was not much better.
His Yangshen was injured in the fight just now, and his strength is at a loss. Now, fighting the clay man is just exchanging injuries for injuries, and fighting for his life.
Hearing Jiang Ning's words, he was furious.
"you shut up!"
Song Qingyuan gritted his teeth and said: "Do you think I want to? He uses the spirit grafting technique of the diviner lineage. If I beat you to death, the clay figurine will immediately turn into your appearance and continue to fight with me. I will fight again at that time.
When it comes to the clay figurine, it’s myself who gets hurt.”
"I have a bigger headache than you now!"
"Ah?" Jiang Ning was dumbfounded.
The soul grafting technique was the first time he had heard of such a weird technique.