Chapter 79: True Despair

How does it feel to have your fingers torn off by life?

Now Zhou Huo is savoring this feeling. The boundless severe pain mixed with the injuries inside and outside his body are constantly attacking all his nerves. This is the first time in his life that Zhou Huo has suffered such pain.

In the past, he was the one who brought pain and despair to others. Now, it is his turn.

"This time it's Sima's, and then it's Yingluo's turn."

Ye Wuque, who broke off three fingers of Zhou Huo's left hand, spoke indifferently. It was obvious that this was just the beginning.

Zhou Huo, who was held up in the air by Ye Wuque's left hand, felt a chill in his heart when he heard these indifferent words, because he felt a hand gently placed on his left forearm.

"Snapped!"

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"ah!"

The crisp sound of broken bones and miserable howls sounded together, and Zhou Huo's left forearm was pinched off by Ye Wuque with brute force!

This scene fell in the eyes of the others, and they all felt a sense of joy in their hearts.

Zhou Huo is very cruel, crazy, and even a little perverted. Judging from his actions of injuring most of the monks in Yuanyang Hall into cripples, this person will definitely become a big problem in the future if he is not eliminated.

However, he has strong cultivation and possesses top-grade mortal weapons. In this hundred-yuan world, almost no one is his opponent, and everyone is forced to flee. If Ye Wuque hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous. .

Therefore, Zhou Huo's miserable appearance did not make anyone feel compassionate.

The pain of broken fingers and forearms attacked Zhou Huo crazily, but he was unable to fully vent the pain as Ye Wuque strangled his neck, causing his whole body to twitch slightly, and his face was as thick as a jujube. Veins appeared on his face, and his eyes were already bloodshot!

However, the severe pain did not make Zhou Huo lose consciousness. Instead, the original fear and horror in his heart slowly transformed into resentment and madness!

With his right hand still holding the Blood Fierce Knife tightly, Zhou Huo understood that this was Ye Wuque's negligence, and this was also his opportunity.

His blood-red eyes looked at the arm that was strangling his neck, and a silent, crazy shout echoed in his heart. The next moment, he heard Ye Wuque's indifferent words again.

"Next is Sister Mo."

"Shua" "Buzz"

"No problem! Be careful with the knife!"

Mo Honglian's voice suddenly shouted from a distance, and the women who had been watching here saw the sharp glow of the bloody sword in Zhou Huo's right hand!

"Brother Ye! Be careful!"

Little Bai Lotus also cried out, her pretty face turned pale, and Mo Qingye and Lin Yingluo also changed their expressions!

"Buzz"

Under the control of Zhou Huo, the dark red blade slashed straight from the lower right side to the upper left side. The blade cut through the void with a trembling sound, and the sharp blade flashed with cold light! If it was chopped at this angle, Ye Wuque's left arm would be severed by this knife!

This was Zhou Huo's chance. He endured the immense pain and swung the knife. He understood that as long as Ye Wuque's left arm was cut off by him, he would be able to resume his movements, and the pain and pain of suddenly losing his left arm would be over. Despair will make Ye Wuque howl and lose control. At that moment, Ye Wuque will lose all his defenses.

Once this happens, Zhou Huo will take this opportunity to turn over completely and repay Ye Wuque well!

"Buzz"

The sudden surge of hope after despair made Zhou Huo's heart seem to be infused with a stream of heat, making his knife move extremely fast, cruel and accurate! Then Zhou Huo's bloodshot eyes glanced at Ye Wuque with a hint of a triumphant smile. He wanted to watch the change in Ye Wuque's expression at this moment, from indifference to pain and despair.

"Um?"

When he glanced at those bright eyes, he did not see the fear and despair as imagined, but a touch of... sarcasm. It seemed that Ye Wuque was not at all surprised or worried about the knife that was about to cut off his left arm.

Just when Zhou Huo felt something was wrong, he suddenly felt that the hand holding his neck suddenly lit up with a bright light golden light, and then a huge force was swallowed up. In an instant, Zhou Huo's body collapsed far away. The sword that he was determined to win was also cut into the air.

"Wow"

Zhou Huo, whose body was in the air, felt the energy and blood in his body constantly churning. He was extremely uncomfortable. Under the severe pain and injuries, he vomited out a mouthful of blood. After landing, he staggered backwards, relying on the Blood Fierce Sword to support his body. shape.

"Huhu..."

It seemed that he had touched the broken left forearm and three fingers. Zhou Huo was breathing heavily and the corners of his eyes were twitching. However, no matter how intense the pain was, it was not as hurtful as the psychological humiliation.

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

"You...you know?"

After asking this hoarsely, Zhou Huo's bloodshot eyes stared at Ye Wuque who was ten meters away!

"Dong, dong"

Ye Wuque walked forward unhurriedly, seemingly not hearing Zhou Huo's words, but looking at Zhou Huo with a pair of cold eyes.

"Kekeke... It turns out that Brother Ye did it on purpose! Zhou Huo should be vomiting blood now."

Little Bai Lotus grinned widely, with a look of relief on her pretty face.

Mo Honglian and Lin Yingluo also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, both smiling.

Nalan Yan's expression changed, and she slowly murmured to herself: "Should you give a glimmer of hope in despair and then plunge it into despair..."

"Ye Wuque! Do you think you can defeat me? It's ridiculous! Who am I, Zhou Huo? How could I be defeated by your men!"

Although the three fingers of his left hand were broken by Ye Wuque, Zhou Huo still held the storage ring and scroll tightly in his hand by miracle. Zhou Huo, who said this, had become crazy and hysterical.

"Do you know why I didn't take the things in your hand?"

Ye Wuque, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke. Just this one sentence was like a sharp knife piercing Zhou Huo's heart.

His breathing suddenly stagnated, and Zhou Huo immediately felt cold all over, and his uneasiness reached the extreme.

If you ask what Zhou Huo considers the most precious things now, it is naturally the storage ring and scroll in his hand.

The storage ring must be some precious resources left by the Yuanyang inheritance. Not to mention what is inside, the storage ring itself is of extremely high quality.

As for the scroll, it is very likely that what is recorded on it is the yellow-level unique skill performed by Ji Yuanyang... the Chigai Siyang Gong.

These two things can be said to represent the Yuanyang inheritance.

In Zhou Huo's opinion, obtaining these two things means that he has inherited the Yuanyang inheritance. From now on, he will definitely be fully cultivated by the First Main City. By then, with his talent, his achievements in the future will be limitless.

Now, Ye Wuque's casual words are about these two things, which just hit Zhou Huo's sore spot.

Yes, why doesn't he take away such a precious Yuanyang inheritance?

"Humph! Ye Wuque, stop pretending here! Do you dare to say that you don't covet the Yuanyang inheritance in your heart? Otherwise, why would you enter the Yuanyang Palace. I tell you, as long as I, Zhou Huo, am alive, these two things will be alive. If I, Zhou Huo, can't get them, then I will destroy them together!"

Zhou Huo's tone was decisive. He was originally a person who didn't want to get what he couldn't get. Although he was very uneasy, he still held such an idea.

"Destroy them? Zhou Huo, you think too highly of yourself. How about this? I'll give you a chance. Let's see if you can refine the storage ring first. How about that?"

Ye Wuque's voice sounded with a hint of playfulness, and everyone's faces changed when they heard it!

Although they didn't know why Ye Wuque said this, the three Mo sisters and Lin Yingluo chose to believe him and kept watching quietly.

Only Nalan Yan noticed something from Ye Wuque's tone, as if to say that the storage ring and scroll in Zhou Huo's hand had never belonged to him.

"Hahahaha... Ye Wuque, do you think I'm a three-year-old child or you think you're an idiot, and you actually said such a thing. It seems that you don't know how I got the storage ring and scroll in my hand. You're really ignorant."

After listening to Ye Wuque's words, Zhou Huo laughed wildly, and the remaining thumb and little finger of his left hand tightly pinched the storage ring and scroll, looking at Ye Wuque with a mocking face.

But then he saw that Ye Wuque's expression was exactly the same as his, even better than his, as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Okay, okay! Ye Wuque, I'll show you who this Yuanyang inheritance belongs to?"

"Buzz"

Zhou Huo, with a strange smile, circulated the remaining Yuan force in his body and injected it into the storage ring. He wanted to refine this storage ring in front of Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque, who saw Zhou Huo's actions, was not impatient, but looked like he was watching the show quietly.

"Buzz..."

Time passed by bit by bit, and the dark red light on Zhou Huo's left hand became stronger and stronger, but his expression became more and more solemn, and the original strange smile had long disappeared.

Zhou Huo suddenly found that his Yuan force could not be injected into the storage ring, as if the storage ring was protected by an inexplicable force. No matter how hard he tried, his Yuan force could not enter it.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Such a result instantly made Zhou Huo's heart scrambled, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He frantically circulated all the energy he could mobilize in his body to inject it into the storage ring, but he still couldn't succeed.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Yes, there is a scroll! There is a scroll!"

Zhou Huo's bloodshot eyes glanced at the scroll next to him, and his eyes lit up, as if hope was rekindled. He immediately abandoned the storage ring and injected all his energy into the scroll.

"Buzz"

However, half a minute later, sweat slid down his cheeks, mixed with blood from the corners of his mouth, and dripped down. Zhou Huo's mouth became dry and kept squirming, his eyes were blank, and his face, as red as a date, was almost twisted, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul!

He couldn't refine either the storage ring or the scroll.

"No! No! The Yuanyang inheritance is mine! The Yuanyang inheritance belongs to me, Zhou Huo..."

The whispers in his mouth became louder and louder, but more and more trembling. At this moment, Zhou Huo finally showed despair, as if he had sunk into an endless abyss.

"It's time to end."

With a gentle word, Ye Wuque saw what he wanted to see. His speed suddenly soared to the extreme, and he rushed towards where Zhou Huo was standing. A pale golden full moon appeared above his head, and then a series of gaps emerged, and finally turned into a golden crescent.

Ye Wuque played the full moon with a gap again!

"Boom boom"

The golden crescent dragged the brilliant moonlight and came to suppress Zhou Huo!

This huge momentum also awakened Zhou Huo who was trapped in the devil barrier!

Zhou Huo raised his head and his bloodshot eyes were filled with boundless despair and madness. Looking at the golden crescent moon falling from the sky, he looked up to the sky and roared! The bloody sword in his hand trembled violently, and the light of the sword pierced the air. Zhou Huo poured all his energy into the bloody sword, and with his last crazy shout, he slashed at the golden crescent moon that was suddenly suppressed!

"Three Bloody Styles! Bloody Killing Reincarnation!"

"Buzz"

The bloody sword turned into a ferocious blood-colored demonic shadow, roaring in the void, the demon's giant mouth opened wide, and sharp and terrifying demonic fangs emerged, piercing the void and tearing away towards the golden crescent moon!

"Rumble"

"Boom"

Dragging up the brilliant golden crescent moon, it suddenly collided with the blood-colored demonic shadow. Unparalleled fluctuations immediately erupted, and the dazzling light once again flooded the surrounding area for nearly a hundred feet!

"puff……"

Zhou Huo, who was looking up to the sky and spitting out blood, was lifted up by the huge force of the shock. He was tumbling feebly in the air. The storage ring and scroll that he had been holding on to with his left hand finally lost the strength to hold on and fell down. The hands that have always been white and strong gently hold it.

"Boom"

The body hit the ground heavily, and Zhou Huo, whose face was covered with blood, rolled back several times before stopping, but he did not faint. His bloodshot eyes were filled with deathly silence and despair as if they were frozen. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

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At this moment, Zhou Huo was just like what Ye Wuque said before, he couldn't die.

Looking at the storage ring and scroll that still exuded a faint brilliance in his hand, Ye Wuque felt a touch of kindness from them, which was a kind of recognition from the source.

"Ouch"

A faint dragon's chant suddenly resounded all over Ye Wuque, and then a burst of spiritual power emerged from Ye Wuque's eyebrows, completely wrapping the storage ring and scroll. With another flash of light, the two things disappeared into Ye Wuque's body. In his hand, he put it into his storage ring.

This scene fell into Nalan Yan's eyes. The latter's eyes moved slightly, and finally shook her head slightly and sighed quietly.

After finishing all this, Ye Wuque turned around, looked at Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao and Mo sisters with a gentle smile, and said, "Fortunately, I finally caught up."

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