Mu Xuanwu lifted the rock high and threw it behind him in one breath. After the water vapor and ice mist completely disappeared, Han Ning finally saw it clearly.
Mu Xuanwu's body was covered with dense black runes. The black runes were like living insects, constantly swimming on Mu Xuanwu's skin.
The ice spikes thrown by Han Ning before did not hit Mu Xuanwu at once. It was not because he missed the target, but because the black runes on Mu Xuanwu's body condensed into tentacles.
After breaking away from Mu Xuanwu, he caught the ice spike for Mu Xuanwu. The tentacles transformed from the runes even used the ice spike to block the rock spike thrown by Han Ning later.
The thousand-turn spear thrown by Han Ning was supposed to penetrate deeply into Mu Xuanwu's chest under the influence of the immortal power, exuding the immortal power of ice in his body.
But at this moment, the black tentacles pulled out the thousand-turn spear from Mu Xuanwu's body, and bright red blood flowed out of the wound instantly, but soon black runes gathered and blocked the wound.
At that time, Mu Xuanwu stretched out his big hands. At this moment, his pair of arms had completely turned gray. If he hadn't been in the hallucination, Han Ning would have doubted whether Mu Xuanwu was going to be deformed.
Mu Xuanwu used his gray palm to hold the Qianzhuan Spear, then held the Qianzhuan Spear with his other hand, and forcibly crushed the Qianzhuan Spear into an iron ball.
"Your gun is strange, but it's not strong enough."
With that said, Mu Xuanwu threw the Qianzhuan Spear aside and stopped paying attention.
Han Ning didn't feel bad. After all, it was just a hallucination. When he came out of reality, the Thousand-Turn Spear would still be good, but...
What on earth is this Mu Xuanwu? The black runes swimming on Mu Xuanwu's skin reminded Han Ning of Qiu Shuiran, but Qiu Shuiran was the curse of the devil plus the remnants of the devil.
The black tentacles on Mu Xuanwu's body are so strange. Is it possible that the remnants of the demon god are coexisting with Mu Xuanwu again?
Han Ning only felt that he had seen a lot of strange things after the disaster. If there had been no disaster, he would still be looking for Guan Xing'er and Jinyunchao for food every day.
Instead of fighting this unknown monster in front of me.
Han Ning thought about it and was very convinced that this was the remnant of the demon god. Kusilkan, the strange demon god, had been dead for more than ten years and was still alive.
Han Ning had just fought Qiushui Ran before, and now he was fighting Mu Xuanwu again. Han Ning only had one question in his mind.
How many remnants of the demon god did Kusilkan leave behind?
Mu Xuanwu rushed to Han Ning. He was covered in black runes, his speed and strength were a little stronger, and he punched out.
Han Ning immediately flew into the air and was knocked five meters away. Han Ning landed on the ground and vomited out a mouthful of gastric juice.
Fortunately, the rock armor was strong enough, but this punch shocked Han Ning enough.
Mu Xuanwu was very fast. As soon as Han Ning got up, Mu Xuanwu came to him and kicked him out.
Han Ning had quick eyesight and quick hands. He dodged and punched Mu Xuanwu in the stomach, but Mu Xuanwu's expression remained normal, as if the punch had no effect.
"A bit light."
With a bang, Han Ning was knocked away again. A crack appeared in the rock armor. Han Ning condensed ice in the air. After landing, he slid directly along the ice and distanced himself from Mu Xuanwu.
Han Ning touched the rock armor and felt something bad. Sure enough, the next moment, the rock armor shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of debris on the ground.
Han Ning also felt a pain in his ribs, which he thought were broken. Fortunately, with the Shengdao Immortal Order, a faint green light emerged from Han Ning's body, and the broken ribs immediately returned to their original state.
"Cough cough cough!" Han Ning spat out the blood in his mouth and found that the Pingli gun in his hand had fallen into nowhere.
While he was looking around, Mu Xuanwu appeared next to Han Ning again. The speed was so fast that Han Ning felt like he was teleporting.
Another punch, Han Ning quickly used Distortion Illusion, a white light flashed, Mu Xuanwu's punch clearly hit Han Ning firmly, but it had no effect.
Mu Xuanwu felt the white light again and grinned.
"Is this the godhead that the gods abandoned to you?"
Then the next punch came out, but the difference was that the runes on Mu Xuanwu's arm condensed into a black blade. Han Ning did not dare to bear this punch.
There was another distorted hallucination, and a white light flashed through. Mu Xuanwu's punch was useless again. It hit Han Ning as if it had been punched into water, without any effect.
Although Mu Xuanwu moved very fast, his movements were not as fast as expected, but he was already considered top among ordinary warriors.
It was just that the teleportation speed caught Han Ning off guard at first, but now Han Ning reacted and directly dodged Mu Xuanwu and threw the third punch.
Then punch out, and use the distortion illusion at the same time, [Eliminate]!
At the moment of the hit, Han Ning didn't even look at it. There would be no problem with the distorted illusion, so Han Ning quickly formed a layer of ice under his feet, quickly slid away, and distanced himself from Mu Xuanwu.
Mu Xuanwu spit out a mouthful of blood, and this blood also contained black runes that were constantly swimming. It fell to the ground, and the black runes acted as tentacles and crawled back into Mu Xuanwu's body.
"This thing of yours is really disgusting."
Han Ning watched this scene and complained.
Mu Xuanwu was hit by Han Ning's twisted hallucination just now. The skin on his stomach had disappeared, and his internal organs slipped out.
Seeing that the timing was right, Han Ning moved his hand and instantly emitted ice mist. Then ice thorns appeared and hit Mu Xuanwu's exposed internal organs.
But even those internal organs were flowing with black runes. The black runes on the internal organs condensed into tentacles and caught all of Han Ning's ice spikes.
"This thing of yours is really disgusting!"
Han Ning had already picked up the Pingli Spear that had fallen aside, and then looked at the Thousand Turns Spear that had been crushed into a piece of iron.
It had somewhat recovered, but the gun body was still twisted. Han Ning silently picked it up and used the distortion illusion to restore it.
Then the fingertips ignited with fire, and the Thousand Turns Spear suddenly turned into a flaming red color, turning into a musket.
"It's a bit long..." Han Ning had always been accustomed to holding a short gun in one hand and a long gun in the other, or simply a long gun.
Using Distorted Illusion again, Han Ning shortened the Thousand Turns Spear and felt much more comfortable to hold it.
Immediately afterwards, Han Ning attacked Mu Xuanwu and stabbed him with the flat spear in his hand. Mu Xuanwu stood up quickly, unable to control his internal organs that were exposed.
He stretched out his hand to catch the tip of the gun. The black runes on his palm condensed and were about to turn into tentacles to catch the tip of the gun.
But there was only a clear ringing sound, which was the sound of the bell under the head of Pingli's gun.
The black runes on Mu Xuanwu's body suddenly twitched when he heard the sound of the Pingli bell, and the black tentacles that had been condensed also dissipated.
[what happened?]
There was no time to think, since Mu Xuanwu's black runes could no longer be used, he would take advantage of people's illness and kill them.
The golden tip of the Pingli Spear penetrated directly into Mu Xuanwu's palm, and then continued to penetrate deeper. In an instant, Mu Xuanwu's arm was cut in half.
The blood couldn't stop flowing out, and Mu Xuanwu kept making wailing sounds. Just like before, the blood flowing out of the palm that was cut in half still had black runes.
But the gun of Pingli was moving, and the bell was also moving, and the clear ringing sound was still coming out. The black rune seemed to be very afraid of this sound, and it trembled when it heard the sound.
The black runes in the blood dripping on the ground twitched for a while, then began to emit white gas and disappeared completely.
The black runes on Mu Xuanwu's body also twitched. Mu Xuanwu's face turned very red, and black liquid dripped from his eyes. The sound of the bell made Mu Xuanwu miserable.
Mu Xuanwu's arm, which had been cut in half, was already crumbling on his shoulders, but the black runes on the arm suddenly protruded.
The black runes immediately dissolved into the entire skin, and a thick, viscous black liquid flowed out of the huge wound that cut the arm in half.
The black liquid forcibly glued Mu Xuanwu's arm that had been cut in half back together, and the Pingli Spear in the hand bones was also squeezed out.
After the two halves of the arm were glued back together, the black mucus began to evaporate. After it completely evaporated and disappeared, Mu Xuanwu's arm returned to its original state.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Han Ning once again distanced himself and hid far away.
He thought to himself that it seemed that the things on Mu Xuanwu were not the remnants of the demon god. After all, the ringing sound of the Pingli Spear was only targeted at evil demons.
Although in Han Ning's opinion, the remnants of Kusilkan's demons were no different from those evil demons, their essential composition was still different.
Therefore, although the sound of the bell of the Pingli Spear can attract the remnants of the devil, it will not cause any harm to them.
But judging from Mu Xuanwu's performance, the sound of the bell of Pingli's Spear caused great damage to him, so it was definitely not the remnant of the Demon God.
Mu Xuanwu held his head and kept twitching on the ground, as if he was a fish thrown ashore.
The black runes all over his body condensed onto his back, immediately dyeing Mu Xuanwu's entire back black.
On the black skin of his back, four black tentacles more than three meters long were condensed, and each tentacle was densely covered with sharp barbs.
Mu Xuanwu suddenly raised his head and let out a sharp roar, and the four tentacles behind him lifted him up.
At this moment, Mu Xuanwu was like a huge black spider, making people shudder when looking at him.
Mu Xuanwu's eyes had turned dark. He stared wide into his dark eyes, and the four tentacles on his back turned into limbs.
Running towards Han Ning, Mu Xuanwu arrived in front of Han Ning in the blink of an eye, and pierced Han Ning's chest with a tentacle.
Han Ning hurriedly dodged. The tentacles were so powerful that a large crater was blown out of the ground. Han Ning quickly ran towards the withered yellow grassland.
Mu Xuanwu followed closely behind, with tiny black tentacles pouring out of his mouth, and black tears dripping from his eyes.
Finally arriving on the withered yellow grass, Han Ning knocked on the ground hard and stabbed the grass with the spear in his hand.