Chapter 677 King of Drought

Chapter 738 King of Drought

The spiritual world is a place of eternal silence. This is the destination of the souls of all living beings. But at this moment, this silence is broken by someone. A red fire light shuttles wantonly in the spiritual world, and the dangers and weirdness in the spiritual world are regarded as nothing. , constantly changing between the first level of the spiritual world and the sixth level of the spiritual world. All existences close to this fire, whether they were people or objects, were turned into ashes in the scorching breath.

Deep in the spiritual world, in the Valley of Buried Flowers, dead flowers as red as blood bloom wantonly here, releasing a strange and intoxicating beauty.

One black and one white, one coquettish and one pure, two women with black hair and black eyes, similar in appearance but completely different temperaments, stood side by side in the sea of ​​flowers, raising their heads to carefully observe the fire that traveled freely in the spiritual world. They are the ancestral flowers of good and evil from the world of Chong Mei, their younger sister Yu Ling and their elder sister Yu Qian.

"Sister, the aura emitted by the fire is somewhat similar to ours, but there is no such existence in my inherited memory."

Her younger sister Yu Ling, who had a slightly frowned eyebrow and was wearing a black gauze skirt with looming snow-white skin and purple eyeshadow, spoke, with a natural charm in her voice that made people tingle after hearing it.

"Indeed not. The existence in that firelight should have reached the seventh level according to the division of this world, which is the undead creature in our inheritance. If this kind of existence has really appeared before, then there must be relevant information passed down. "

The dark eyes reflected the firelight across the sky. Under the cover of the red light, Yu Qian vaguely saw a vague shadow, which looked very much like a human cub.

"Could it be said that people with the same origin as us broke the limits and achieved immortality after being reincarnated in this world?"

The light in her dark eyes was flowing, and Yu Ling made a guess.

Through trading the Immortal Flower with Sean over the years, although the two sisters have not truly stepped out of the spirit world, they have a good understanding of the current situation in the world, and they also know that existences like them are not unique.

"It is so easy for undead creatures to appear. According to the information provided by Sean, the only undead creature in this world that is confirmed to come from the same place as us is the old dragon in the sea, and it is because of his early He has become immortal, and now He has just regained the power he once had."

Hearing her sister's guess, Yu Qian did not express her agreement. Undead creatures are not so easy to achieve. Otherwise, there would not only be a few undead races spread in the charming world. Taking them as an example, their The real body is the ancestral flower of good and evil, the ancestor of flowers in the charming world. They have extremely high innate qualifications, but even if they want to be promoted to undead creatures, their hope of success is very slim.

Hearing this, Yu Ling's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"Forget it, it's useless to think too much. No matter what his origin is, it has little to do with us. After all, we are a new us now. But judging from the current situation, I feel that he is avoiding something."

Soft and weak words sounded,

When Yu Ling said this, there was a bit of confusion and a bit of unconfidence in her words.

Although she knew that this world was more powerful than the world she was originally in, and the undead were not invincible, but as far as she knew, the undead stood at the top of this world, and there were only a handful of situations where the undead could escape in panic.

Hearing this, a trace of worry appeared on her fair face, and her brows furrowed slightly. Yu Qian did not speak. At this moment, a blood-like brilliance penetrated the barrier of the spiritual world and shined in from the outside world. Here, the rules are twisted, and all the powers in the spiritual world have to retreat.

"Ares, Lord of War."

Looking at the bloody star reflected in the sky of the spirit world, Yu Qian and Yu Ling changed their expressions at the same time. For this newly promoted eighth-level god, even if they have been living in the spirit world, they are not the same. I don't know, after all, such a being has surpassed the undead and achieved the level of a god who doesn't know whether it really exists in the world of pet charm.

"Walk."

Grabbing Yu Ling's arm, Yu Qian turned into Hua Yu without saying a word, and disappeared directly into the sea of ​​flowers with Yu Ling.

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As if a real gaze was cast from the starry sky and fell into the spiritual world, in the ominous bloody star, a throne was quietly outlined, with a vague figure sitting on it.

"The King of Drought, or the current son of the devil, Soiri Fargas, do you think you can hide from my sight by reincarnating as a human?"

Looking at the baby wrapped in flames and traveling freely in the spiritual world, a cold brilliance flashed in Ares's blood-colored eyes.

Hearing this, the baby in the spiritual world, who was called the King of Drought, ignored it and still shuttled crazily in the spiritual world, trying to use the weirdness of the spiritual world to block Ares's gaze.

"It's a futile struggle, not even the spirit world can stop me from hunting you."

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged at the feet of Ares, with an undisguised murderous intention on his square face. Divine power flowed, and a mottled short spear stained with blood condensed out of nothingness in Ares's hand.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill."

The moment this short spear took shape, countless sleeping heroic spirits within the God of War woke up. They shouted and vented their astonishing fighting and killing intent. This is Ares's unique magical skill, the Spear of War.

"Ares, you can't kill me at all, so what's the point of doing this?"

Locked in by the astonishing murderous intent, with the depths of his soul soaked in coldness, the King of Drought, who had been running away silently, finally spoke. There was a rich voice echoing in his immature words, as if a child and a strong man spoke at the same time. The same, the anger in my heart is undoubtedly expressed.

Hearing this, Ares did not speak. He replaced words with his actions.

Phew, bloody brilliance penetrated the heaven and earth, divine power surged, and Ares threw the war spear in his hand.

"Damn, you're a lunatic."

The shadow of death covered it. At this moment, the anger in the King of Drought's heart burned to the limit. Wasn't it because he almost destroyed his promotion ceremony? If killing him once was not enough, he had to chase and kill him a second time.

Phew, the red flames rose high, outlining a sea of ​​fire in the spiritual world. Although he knew he was outmatched, the King of Drought did not intend to sit back and die in the face of Ares's attack.

The true body was liberated, and the baby's body disappeared. A monster several hundred meters tall, with gray skin, a beast's head and a human body, two sharp horns on the top of his head, dense flame patterns on his body, and red snake-shaped earrings in his ears was quietly born in the sea of ​​​​fire. The evil spirit permeates the air, like a god or a demon.

"I am the king of drought and the lord of fire. All fires must obey my command."

Ancient words with vicissitudes of life were spoken from the mouth of the King of Drought. This was the oldest divine word. At this moment, the world was moving, and there was a faint power blessing him, further fueling the power of the flames.

"Laws: Red Fire Tribulation."

The palms with sharp claws spread out, and countless flames came from the void, flowing into the palm of the Drought King like flowing water, intertwining and rotating with each other, forming a red sun.

"It's not that easy to kill me."

The two clusters of red flames burning in his eyes rose up, manifesting his anger, and the King of Drought pushed out the red sun in his hand.

In the kingdom of God, on the throne, Ares watched this scene quietly, his expression unmoving.