Chapter 1142 Let's Be a Companion Together on the Road to Huangquan

Chapter 1142 Let's be a companion together on the road to Huangquan

Rumble! The void trembled endlessly, blood-colored patterns flowed in the void, surrounding Bei Lao in the center, and the blood-colored patterns shot out terrifying swords, lights and swords, which was extremely terrifying.

Old Bei continued to dodge, his expression slightly dignified, and Zi Wuming's strength obviously surprised him slightly.

"Jie Jie, Beichen Tiannan, don't you even have the ability to go out of my soul world? With a guy like you, can you still be called a genius? Or is it because I have the foresight that it would not be a waste if the Map of All Souls is in my hands? .” Zi Wuming’s eyes were full of disdain.

Originally, he still had a glimmer of hope, but now, he no longer has any interest in Bei Lao.

"Sikong Yu, my mission has been completed, what are you still doing?" Zi Wuming shouted again.

Although he disdains Old Bei, he doesn't want to give extra strength to the Temple of War God.

"Destroy!"

While waving his hand, Zi Wuming raised his hand and slapped Bei Lao, and suddenly a vast palm appeared in the blood-colored mask, which was extremely domineering.

Zi Wuming's palm looked like a simple palm, but it was infinitely magnified in the bloody mask.

"Death!" There was a shout, and then, a white figure flashed past, passed through the blood-colored soul world in an instant, and appeared beside Zi Wuming. Who else could there be besides Bei Lao?

In his eyes, this soul world was like nothing. He waved his hand, and a golden palm went up against the sky, heading straight towards Zi Wuming.

"How is it possible!" The smile on Zi Wuming's face froze, and his expression finally changed slightly. The speed at which Old Bei penetrated the blood-colored soul world made everyone's heart skip a beat.

In a hurry, Zi Wuming suddenly took out a picture scroll and blocked it in front of him. Many people looked at Zi Wuming strangely. After all, Old Bei is also at the Battle Saint Realm. How dare you use a picture scroll to resist?

Not to mention the Battle Saint Realm, even a child of how old can pierce it with one finger, right?

However, in the next scene, everyone's outlook on life and the world were completely peaked, and dense lights and shadows flew out of the scroll, blasting towards Bei Lao's golden palm.

"What kind of creature is that, why haven't I seen it before?"

"I know the other end, it seems to be a real dragon, and the breath of the other creatures is not weaker than that of the real dragon. Are these all legendary beasts?"

"I'm still talking about the real dragon, who doesn't know it? But that picture scroll is really amazing, there are so many creatures, and I feel that it is somewhat similar to the spirit of war."

"War spirit? How is it possible? How can one person have so many god-level battle spirits?"

The crowd was all dumbfounded. The visual impact brought by those creatures was too great, subverting their cognition. Even if it was a soul soldier, they had never seen such a weird soul soldier.

"The map of all spirits of the Beichen family?!" In the distance, Sikong Yu, who was about to rush towards Lihuo Emperor's Capital, turned his head to look, with a strong greed flashing in his eyes.

Zi Wuming's strength is not strong, it's only in the late stage of the War Saint, but his soul pattern talent is not simple.

Thinking of this, Sikong Yu still shook his head, now is not the time to make Zi Wuming's idea, the most urgent thing is to force Xiao Fan out.

As long as these people related to Xiao Fan are caught, are you afraid that Xiao Fan will be caught without a fight?

The reason why Zi Wuming came here was also because Sikong Yu didn't get any good from Bei Lao, and Bei Lao was also good at soul tattoos. In the past half a month, no one from the Temple of War broke in.

"Kill!" Gathering his mind, Sikong Yu rushed in first. He had already inquired about Xiao Fan's information. He was not prepared to kill anyone related to Xiao Fan, but he also did not intend to kill anyone related to Xiao Fan. Not going to let it go.

"kill!"

Following Sikong Yu's angry shout, the monks in the God of War Hall shouted loudly, and the weakest cultivation level of these people was at the Emperor of War level.

In fact, most of them belong to the Hall of War Souls. After all, if they want to join the Hall of God of War, the weakest ones are all at the peak of the Emperor of War.

As Sikong Yu, he and Ye Shuishui were important people, and Ye Shuishui didn't dare to resist at all. After all, the War Soul Hall was directly under the War God Temple.

However, Ling Chengdao and the others might still have the qualifications to refuse. Of course, they did not dare to refuse the Fourth Elder of the Temple of War.

"snort!"

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded in everyone's ears like a blast of thunder, and the drunken man who was about to topple suddenly stood up, even though he was dying, no one dared to underestimate him.

"Old Ghost Zhuge." A worried expression appeared on Xi Lao's face.

"Don't worry, although half of my body is dead, I still have no problem dealing with this little grasshopper." The drunken man looked at the sky indifferently, his cold eyes were burning with raging flames, and his aura rose rapidly.

In this world, there are not many people who can call Sikong Yu a little grasshopper, and only the drunkard is so indifferent, even though he has been seriously injured.

Old Xi's muddy eyes were extremely red, he wanted to stop it, but he gave up in the end, he was very clear about the drunken man's state at the moment, even if he didn't take action, he wouldn't live long.

The drunken man's problem is no longer his injuries, but his spirit, which has almost passed away. Unless the God of Medicine comes to the world, no one can save him.

His current state is very mysterious, and it should be just a flashback. Instead of stopping him, it is better to let him fight hard.

Because here, only Drunkard is Sikong Yu's opponent, and it is impossible for other people to fight Saint Sikong Yu.

"Old Monster Xi, if I die, remember to tell my apprentice, and give me some good wine every year in front of the grave." The drunken man smiled slightly, and his body slowly stepped towards the sky.

He paced in the air, seemingly very slowly, but a step appeared in the sky, extremely fast, with a flick of a finger, the blood-colored light curtain trembled slightly, and then a light door appeared, and he walked out in one step.

Seeing this scene in the distance, Zi Wuming's face was not very good-looking. It's fine for Mr. Bei to easily break through. How could other people easily break through?

If Zi Wuming recognized the drunken man as the one who saved Old Bei, he probably wouldn't be so surprised.

"Sikong Yu, your Temple of War God is really becoming more and more shameless." The drunken man dodged to block Sikong Yu's way. He bent his body and trembled slightly, but his fighting spirit and murderous aura kept rising.

"Immortal thing, who is as shameless as your killer organization? Fortunately, the Lord Hall Master is wise, let you dogs eat dogs, and then wiped out Yan Luo Mansion in one fell swoop." Sikong Yu sneered.

"Yan Luo Mansion is destroyed?" The drunkard squinted his eyes. Although he also wanted to destroy Yan Luo Mansion, he didn't want to be destroyed by the War God Hall.

As the landlord of the blood building, he has his own pride. In his opinion, the enmity between the killer organizations is only an internal matter of the killer organization, and has nothing to do with the Temple of War.

"You've already stepped into the ground with one foot, so what's the use of bothering about so much? That old bastard, Emperor Yan Luo, didn't kill you, he's really a waste, and I just happened to give you a ride." Sikong Yu smiled indifferently.

As the Fourth Elder of the God of War Temple, he naturally knew Drunkard, but seeing Drunkard's trembling body, he no longer took Drunkard seriously.

As long as he is at the peak of the Battle Saint Realm, he will not be afraid of anyone, this is his self-confidence of Sikong Yu.

"Then try it, maybe we can be companions on Huangquan Road." The drunken man smiled faintly, he had already taken everything lightly, including life and death.

When Sikong Yu heard this, he almost cursed, who the hell wants to be your companion?

"Old man, die to me." Sikong Yu roared angrily, and rushed towards the drunken man like a mad wolf.