Chapter 1318 The Hunting Harvester

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The roaring frenzied air swept through the sky one after another, and the Holy Winged Flame Sparrow dragged a bright rainbow towards the mysterious black shadow, and disappeared in the sky of the dark forest in the blink of an eye. Please search (pinshu.com) to see the most complete! The fastest updated novel!

At this moment, Chu Hen's whole body seemed to be imprisoned, and everything below his chest turned into stone.

Moreover, the scope of petrification is still spreading towards the chest, and a great sense of oppression and suffocation surges from all directions.

What an amazing power!

Chu Hen frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, and a strange purple glow suddenly burst out from his pupils.

"Demon pupil..."

Together with a dark shout, the uncontrollable and terrifying bloodline momentum vented out like a torrent, and with a muffled sound of "Boom...", a circle of purple halo swept towards the surrounding area, and a layer of white air patterns collapsed. When it was broken, the strange and cold purple demon flames rose and piled up outside Chu Hen's body, and the petrified part of his body faded away immediately.

There was a little solemnity in Chu Hen's eyebrows.

Immediately without any hesitation, he stepped into the air and swept towards the deep jungle ahead.

...

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The dark and damp jungle is mixed with the smell of mud, Chu Hen is like a dragonfly splashing water, tapping the branches of trees with his toes to complete uninterrupted acceleration.

A leaf does not touch the body, and only an afterimage can be seen in the air.

Suddenly, several strange breaths came from the left side of Chu Hen.

Chu Hen paused slightly, but seeing that the auras did not fluctuate too much, he presumably just passed by other sect forces.

Sure enough, those people passed in front of Chu Hen unhurriedly, with no intention of stopping at all.

Through the gaps between the trees in the forest, Chu Hen roughly glanced at those figures, none of them seemed to notice his existence.

The few people walked forward unpreparedly while chatting casually.

"Junior brother Xia Hao,

I heard that you were still a 'king' before? Thousands of people bow down every day. "

"Brother Li, don't laugh at me, I don't want to mention the past."

"Hehe, it seems to be true. By the way, where was the place where you were the emperor? One day, if I can't survive in Lu, I will find a place to be the local emperor."

...

It was just a very ordinary conversation.

Just when Chu Hen was about to move on, a few vague words came to Chu Hen's ears through the distant woods.

"Donglu, a very remote place."

...

Donglu?

Hearing these two words, Chu Hen couldn't help being a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet someone from Donglu here.

However, the land is vast, boundless, and the most holy land of martial arts, so it is not surprising that there are foreigners from other continents.

Sensing the guidance of the breath left by the Holy Winged Sky Flame Sparrow, Chu Hen continued to walk through the jungle.

But for some reason, the conversation between those few people just now has been lingering in Chu Hen's ears.

Donglu?

king?

"Junior Brother Xia Hao..." Chu Hen muttered to himself in a low voice, recalling the person's title.

The feud between Keke and the other side is caused by the trouble

"Boom!"

In an instant, Chu Hen's mind seemed to be exploding like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

He stopped abruptly, his trembling eyes slowly swept towards the direction where those people disappeared.

Xia Qing's younger brother?

The emperor of the Holy Star Dynasty who was destroyed by himself, Huangfu Hao?

Huangfu is Xia Qing's royal surname.

...

Chu Hen's heart seemed to have set off a turmoil, and his mind suddenly remembered the familiar figure that he accidentally caught a glimpse of in the crowd of people in the 'Wanzhong City' that day.

"Is it really her that you saw that day?"

Yueyue Kushu

"Is she here?"

...

A series of guesses and questions were like a tangled spider, wrapping round and round around Chu Hen's heart, as if he couldn't breathe.

Chu Hen clenched his fists, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. He immediately turned around and traced back in the direction where those people disappeared.

When the blood rushing to the brain gradually subsided, the scenes from the past kept appearing in the mind one by one.

One is the royal princess and regent of the dynasty.

One is a defector who was hunted down by the whole city.

On the day when he washed the imperial capital with the flames of revenge, the relationship between the two seemed to have reached the edge of a broken mirror.

Could it be her?

Chu Hen was full of doubts.

If it was her, what kind of identity should I stand in front of him.

Contradictions, anxiety, and even a little fear, all kinds of complicated emotions kept hitting Chu Hen's heartstrings, making it difficult for him to calm down.

Even so, instead of stopping, Chu Hen's footsteps became faster and faster.

Maybe just looking at her from a distance is enough.

...

Soon, Chu Hen walked out of the jungle, followed by a chaotic riot of power and a chilling killing atmosphere in front of him.

A ship does not hate the science and the enemy, learns to fight the sun, cools and checks the independence

A man who does not hate science alone learns to fight Yang Kuchadu, like a demonic arrogance surged up outside the man's body, and he said with a strangely satisfied smile, "This time the soul is very delicious... Hahahaha... "

"Hey, we've decided on this secret key in the 'Hall of Refining Souls'. Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu is here, let Xue Han stand aside."

A palpitating mighty momentum rises from a vast canyon.

There are many ancient buildings standing in the valley, the horizontal bridge is in the sky, the iron cables are flying horses, and the majestic high towers and Qionglou surround the Yangchan Terrace.

Looking from a distance, the buildings in the valley are very grand.

At this moment, about two or three hundred people stood in the sky of the ancient city, and a cold figure holding a ghost-headed sickle stood on the Zen platform in the center with a gesture of indifference to the whole audience.

The sharp sickle was still dripping with scarlet blood, and twenty or thirty people had already fallen in a pool of blood at his feet.

Almost all of them were killed by one blow, everyone's throat was slit, and the death conditions were particularly horrifying.

...

"hiss!"

"As expected of Xue Han, the 'Hunter and Reaper', his methods are really ruthless."

"The existence of No. 44 on the Billboard is really strong."

"What should I do? Are you going to evacuate?"

"Don't worry, the number of people in the Soul Refining Hall is not dominant, we will play by ear."

...

Everyone's eyes were erratic and slightly hesitant.

The young man holding the sickle was pale and thin, and in his other hand was holding a cube crystal nucleus.

The streamer inside the crystal nucleus is flickering, glowing with mysterious and charming power.

It is the key without a doubt.

"Hey... it seems like everyone is planning to fish in troubled waters?"

A weird sneer appeared on the opponent's face, "噗..." He gently raised the ghost-headed sickle in his hand, moved the blade to his mouth, and licked the blood off his face with his slender tongue.

His pale lips instantly turned scarlet like a vampire.

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"In this case, I am happy to accept your souls..."

"call out!"

After all, the man waved the ghost-headed sickle in his hand, a dazzling arc of blood flashed across the sky, and there was a trembling sound of "嗡...", and the corpses lying around him were overflowing with evil spirits. Charming dark black light.

All the overflowing gloomy light rushed towards the sickle like a stream flowing into a river.

"Woo..."

The cloudy wind piled up, and the sky was gloomy.

There were bursts of mournful wailing in everyone's ears.

Under a pair of eyes full of horror, those dead corpses quickly shriveled up, as if their flesh and blood had been sucked dry, and they were instantly reduced to hideous and terrifying mummies.

However, the ghost-headed sickle in the man's hand let out a strong groan.

The originally scarlet blade was also covered with a gray-black gloomy cold light.

The arrogance like a demon surged up outside the man's body, and he smiled strangely with satisfaction, "This time the soul is very delicious... Hahahaha..."

The wind howled and the clouds filled the sky.

A gray cyclone enveloped the sky, and all kinds of shrill howls of ghosts and wolves made one's scalp numb.

Looking at the young man who looked like a god of death, everyone's face could not help showing a deep look of fear.

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