Qiu Shuiran waved the iron chain in his hand, and the crackling thunder struck Han Ning again and again along with the swing of the iron chain.
Han Ning barely dodged the attack, and tried his best to only attack Qiu Shuiran's lower body with the spear in his hand. After all, if he really killed Qiu Shuiran, it would be useless to wake him up in reality.
Han Ning started a fight with the spear head and was about to stab Zhong Qiu Shui Ran. Qiu Shui Ran turned around and dodged, but the spear head still scratched his clothes.
As Han Ning pulled, there was a squeaking sound, and Qiu Shuishin's upper clothes were torn off, leaving only her underwear wrapped around her body.
Han Ning was a little surprised when he saw Qiu Shuiran's body. Unlike Qiu Shuiran's delicate face, Qiu Shuiran's body was very strange.
His body shape is quite normal, except that his left arm is covered with strange wrinkles, like spiraling devil's eyes.
The small black holes, which could not be distinguished from patterns or holes, were clustered on Qiu Shuidan's left arm.
"this……!"
As Qiu Shuidan's chain was swung up and down, the wrinkles on his left arm were twisting at a speed that was visible to his right eye.
Maybe it's not wrinkles at all.
As the lightning struck down in waves, the small black hole on Qiu Shuiran's left arm kept making whimpering sounds.
It was like the cry of a baby just born into the world, but at this moment, Han Ning only felt sick.
"What is this!"
Qiu Shuiran vomited blood, looked at Han Ning coldly, and said.
"The devil's curse, boy."
Han Ning quickly backed away and stared at Qiu Shuiran's arm.
"The devil's curse?"
Qiu Shuiran didn't say anything, but continued to wave the chain in his hand and kill Han Ning.
Han Ning threw the spear in his hand and pierced Qiu Shuiran's left arm. Suddenly, the wrinkles on his left arm twisted together and let out a roar.
"Ahhhh..."
Severe pain came, and Qiu Shuiran could no longer hold the iron chain in his hand and let go.
He also knelt down on the ground, covering his wound, and with a cruel heart, he pulled out the spear stuck in his arm.
Drops of thick black blood flowed down Qiu Shuiran's wound, and Qiu Shuiran completely stopped talking.
The wrinkles on his left arm gradually turned black, and finally turned into black scales, which adhered to Qiushui dye's arm.
Hannington felt bad, and there were strange traces in the air.
"Are there any remnants of the Demon God?"
Just as Han Ning expected, the devil's curse on Qiu Shuiran contained remnants of the devil.
The black scales continued to spread until they occupied half of Qiu Shuiran's face, completely depriving Qiu Shuiran of control over his body.
With a final scream, Qiu Shuiran was snatched away in front of Han Ning.
Staring at Qiu Shuiran, who was now covered with black scales, Han Ning kept retreating and took out a golden spear from behind.
[Pingli] gun!
A spear was thrust out, and the tip of the spear hit the remaining scales of the demon god, making a squeaking sound. The scales collided with the tip of the spear, sparking a burst of sparks.
At the same time, the bell tied to the head of the gun continued to make strange sounds. The gun body absorbed the resentment emitted by the remaining demonic sound, and the sound of the bell became more intense.
The remnant of the demon held his head and screamed. The sound of the bell made it miserable. After all, the Pingli Spear was specially designed to target evil spirits.
If this remnant of the demon god were in full form, even if it was stabbed to death with Pingli's spear, it wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.
But now he is just a part of the dust after death, not even a remnant soul, let alone parasitizing in Qiu Shuiran's body and being weakened by it for who knows how long.
The remnant of the demon kept struggling, but Han Ning was indeed unable to break through his scales. Only the bell on Pingli's Spear could make him upset, but there was no way to kill him.
Black spikes sprouted from the Demon God's remaining arms, and layers of thin film formed between each spike.
Then he swung his big hand, and a pool of black liquid was thrown out. Han Ning hurriedly dodged, but he managed to avoid it, but Pingli's gun was stained with black mucus.
Han Ning shook it hard twice, but it couldn't be shaken off. The gap in the bell was filled with mucus, and it could no longer make any movement.
Han Ning felt helpless and simply threw the Pingli spear in his hand, but was knocked away by the remnant of the demon god.
Looking at the spiky films formed on the Demon God's remaining arms and the black scales all over his body, Han Ning suddenly thought of something.
"This is Qishen?"
Han Ning thought of the Yunzhou Incident a few years ago, and during the Yunzhong Incident, the demon god was attacked by the other eight states.
It is the strange demon god, Kusilkan.
Han Ning now thought about how the strange demon god who controlled the two heavens of [wisdom] and [unknown] could go crazy inexplicably.
Han Ning suspected that Kusilkan had glimpsed the disaster in advance through the power of heaven, but was also noticed by the evil god and distorted by it in advance.
Otherwise, as the strange demon god Kusilkan is not good at fighting, how could he persist for several months under the siege of the other eight demon gods.
Now that I think about it, it can only have such strength if it has been distorted.
The remnant of the demon god turned its head, the scales on its body made a clicking sound, and then rushed towards Han Ning again.
Han Ning dodged again, but he also had some confidence in his heart. After all, he knew who the other party was.
"The strange demon god, Kusilkan, likes to see everything in the world, and is most afraid of the unknown..."
Han Ning waved his finger, and a sharp spike suddenly rose from the ground, piercing the demon god's remnant, but it was held by his hand and did not cause any harm to it at all.
But Han Ning then clenched his fingers, and the spikes exploded violently. A stream of fire poured out along the spikes, and the flames burned the remaining demon god.
The pain made him unable to control himself, and he kept attacking nearby areas with his claws.
"As expected!"
Just as Han Ning thought, the reason why his attack could not hurt the remnants of the demon god was not because of how strong and hard the opponent's scales were, but because of the authority remaining on his body.
In the [unknown] way, all known wounds are nothingness.
If he still has the power of wisdom and heaven left in him, Han Ning will definitely not be able to hurt him, but the other party is just a piece of dust that cannot even be counted as a remnant soul.
This unknown power of heaven is the only source of strength left in his body, and it is also the energy that maintains his existence in the world.
"See how many you can guess!"
Han Ning half-crouched on the ground and placed the palm of his right hand on the ground. Countless spikes appeared on the ground instantly.
When it first rises, it is quickly destroyed, and then rises again. After rising, it is randomly accompanied by frost or fire.
Although the damage is not great, the advantage is that the generation speed is very fast, and Han Ning wants this speed.
As long as the speed is fast enough, the remnant of the demon god will not be aware of these things. By the time he reacts, the damage has already penetrated deep into his bones.
Under the attack of countless spikes, the remnants of the demon swayed and fell to the ground.
The scales on the body gradually fall off and gradually return to the autumn water dye.
Han Ning wiped his sweat, looked at Qiushui Ran on the ground, and checked it again with Immortal Vision. There were no more strange traces.
All the wrinkles on his left arm disappeared and turned into normal skin. Han Ning looked at it and couldn't help but sigh.
This Qiu Shui dye is really well maintained. I am in my forties, but my skin and face are still like those of a girl in my twenties.
Han Ning also thought that because of the existence of immortal power in this world, the aging and life span of people here have been greatly delayed.
Qiu Shuiran is over forty years old. Calculated in Han Ning's previous world, he seems to be only thirty, let alone the owner of an immortal order...
Thinking of this, Han Ning thought of Xia Ce again.
How old is Xia Ce?
This question popped up in Han Ning's mind. Just looking at his appearance, Xia Ce seemed to be older than Guan Xing'er.
But Xia Ce's appearance makes people feel that he has not changed. Xia Ce looked like this when Han Ning just traveled through time.
It has been more than ten years now, and Xia Ce still looks the same, with no trace of aging. During these years, Guan Xing'er has turned from a little kid into a big sister.
Han Ning gave up his imagination, but he felt that Xia Ce must be over forty no matter what.
At this time, when he lowered his head and looked at Qiu Shuiran lying on the ground, he realized that the remaining scales from the previous demon had already scratched his clothes.
At this moment, Qiu Shuiran was almost naked. Han Ning looked around the basement and couldn't find any clothes.
Then he took off his coat and put it on the other person, thinking to wait until Qiu Shuiran woke up.
But after getting close to Qiu Shuiran, Han Ning realized that something was wrong. Qiu Shuiran's pulse was too low. Han Ning lowered his head and leaned against his chest to listen. The heartbeat was also very slow and low.
As if he was about to die.
Broken, Han Ning suddenly thought that this remnant of the demon was not that strong, and Qiu Shuiran had many people under his command.
If you really want to get rid of it, you can definitely do it, but if you haven't done this, there must be some risk.
We can all see it now. The risk is that the remnants of the demon god are gone and Qiu Shuiran will also die.
Han Ning rubbed his head, thinking that it had reached this point and he couldn't let all his efforts go to waste.
Putting his hand on Qiushui Ran's head, the air around him twisted and a white light flashed through.
Han Ning used distorted illusion again.
Han Ning felt Qiu Shuiran's heartbeat and veins again. Everything was normal. Looking at his body again, there were no wrinkles or scales.
It seems that the injury has healed, and the remnants of the demon have not returned.
The basement was quiet at this moment, and Han Ning clearly heard a knocking sound outside. It seemed that Qiu Shuiran's men were cleaning the rubble.
The intersection in the basement was blocked by gravel. Hearing the crackling sound coming from outside, Han Ning felt a little headache.
He could only pray that Qiu Shuiran would wake up as soon as possible, otherwise Han Ning would have to fight with Qiu Shuiran's guards if he didn't wake up too late.
There was so much rubble that the guards outside who were digging rocks wondered if everything inside had collapsed.
Another half hour has passed, and the guards outside are still digging away at the rubble, and they still haven't dug through it yet.
Qiu Gulan was so anxious that she wanted to use the Immortal Order to create a fireball to explode the rubble, but she was stopped by other guards.
"Auntie! You can't do this. What if you blow up the whole basement and destroy it?"