Chapter 813

There are three ways to defeat the gods and warriors.

The first is to destroy the gods.

But this method requires at least the combat power of a true god to do it.

The second is to use the soul attack method to defeat the beast soul hidden in the god figurine.

However, this method also has extremely high requirements on the strength of the soul. With the strength of the battle spirit of the white-faced man in the black gold realm, it needs at least two realms of gold to achieve it.

The third is to use up the life energy of the gods.

This method is very time consuming. Because the defense of the figurine is extremely strong, it only needs to use the physical body to resist the attack, and it will not lose life energy at all. Therefore, if you want to exhaust the life energy in the god figurine, you can only let the god figurine continue to attack, and constantly consume life energy for combat output.

Another is to kill the owner of the battle spirit in the god figurine.

As long as the owner of the battle spirit in the god figurine dies, the battle spirit inside the god figurine will automatically collapse, and the god figurine will return to a palm-sized statue.

The first two methods Lin Huang couldn't do, and the third method was too time-consuming, so he chose the relatively easy fourth method.

Originally, Lin Huang was still thinking, how can he bypass the two gods and war spirits and get close to the white-faced man. Unexpectedly, the white-faced man actually sent two gods and war spirits to surround and kill the black carbon, and he took the initiative to send it to the door.

Naturally, Lin Huang would not miss such a good opportunity.

The failure of the two god warriors to kill the black charcoal is inevitable. In order to prevent the white-faced man from escaping after the failure of his plan, he quietly arranged everything with psychic threads, and the white-faced man did not notice it.

So, there is this scene.

The white-faced man was tied to his limbs and neck by thousands of Nian energy threads, hanging in the air like a bug that fell into a cobweb, unable to break free at all.

"I don't know what your origins are, and I don't need to know." Lin Huang stared at the white-faced man with cold eyes, "Because in my eyes, there is only one type of person who shoots at me or the people around me. dead."

When the voice fell, Lin Huang stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the white-faced man.

The Intent flying knives flew towards the white-faced man like a swarm of piranhas smelling blood.

Under the binding of Nian Neng silk thread, the white-faced man has completely become a living target.

A pair of flying knives like swimming fish slammed into the white-faced man, making a clinking sound of metal collision, and the sound was dense and dense, like a rainstorm pouring down.

Under the protection of the demigod, the white-faced man was not injured, but his face was still ugly. Because he clearly sensed that the life energy in his body was gushing out like a dyke burst, filling the demigod uncontrollably.

"It can't go on like this, the life energy in my body will be exhausted in at most five minutes..." The white-faced man immediately communicated with the two god figurines and issued new orders.

The two figurines climbed out of the deep pit in the ground and appeared in front of the white-faced man.

One wrapped the sharp claws and tore the thread of Nian energy with life energy, and the other stopped in front of the white-faced man and acted as his shield.

"It's naive." Lin Huang couldn't help but feel a little funny.

With a slight movement of his fingers, a thread of thought energy wrapped around the grimace monster. The ghost-faced monster hurriedly dodged, and had no time to help the white-faced man out of trouble.

Then, Lin Huang snapped his fingers again.

All the Nian Neng flying knives began to change their flight trajectories, bypassing the snake-headed monster standing in front of the white-faced man, and continued to attack the white-faced man without any hindrance.

The white-faced man's plan failed again, and his face turned blue with anger.

"Don't worry about me for now, you can use range attacks to destroy these psychic flying knives!"

After getting a new order, the two gods and war spirits immediately began to execute.

The snake-headed beast raised its iron hooves and slammed down towards the nearby Nian Neng flying knife. The grimace monster also stretched out its sharp claws and swiped its claws one after another to bombard the Psychic Throwing Knife.

"This stupid method is also a method." Lin Huang smiled when he saw this, but he already had a countermeasure.

Patting Hei Tan's head, Lin Huang and Hei Tan opened their mouths almost at the same time, and black dragon flames spewed out again, covering the area where the white-faced man was.

This time Long Yan's breath, although it looks the same as the previous one, was actually blocked by Lin Huang and Hei Tan from the attack on the soul side. This is done to avoid affecting the operation of the Nian Neng Silk Thread and Nian Neng Flying Knife.

The purpose of Longyan's breath this time is not to attack, but to create a favorable environment.

Of course, it also accelerated the consumption of life energy of the white-faced person.

When the white-faced man saw the black dragon flames descending in the sky again, he couldn't help but feel the urge to curse.

In the next instant, his eyes were plunged into darkness, and all he saw were black flames, and he couldn't even see the two god figurines.

But I can sense that the two are not far away from me.

The two god figurines war souls caught in the sea of ​​fire, still without the slightest defensive equipment, stood in the dragon flames.

They couldn't see anything but black flames around them.

There is no way to execute the command to attack the psychic weapon.

The black ink feather flying knives shuttled freely in the dragon flame. Under the cover of the dragon flame, these black flying knives were even more invisible.

However, to Lin Huang, the area covered by Long Yan is equivalent to a huge area, and any trouble in it can't be concealed from his eyes. The position of the white-faced man was even more so, so every attack of all the flying knives still landed on him precisely.

Coupled with the burning effect of Long Yan, the life energy consumption rate in the white-faced man has not decreased, but has increased.

Long Yan's energy response is far more than Nian Neng. Even if it is close at hand, as long as the naked eye does not see it, the two god warriors can't sense the existence of Nian Neng's flying knife, and they are completely blind.

Occasionally, I sensed the flying knife that was closer, but before I could make a move, it disappeared into the dragon flames and disappeared.

Sensing the state of the two god figurines, the white-faced man finally had to admit that he was planted this time.

"Lin Xie, I admit defeat. If you let me go, I promise not to trouble you again in the future."

"Admit defeat?" Lin Huang raised his brows, "Do you think this is playing a game? Can you come back if you lose?"

"Then what do you want? Do you want compensation?" The white-faced man looked in the direction of Lin Huang through Long Yan, "Let's make a price."

"It seems that you have no memory." Lin Huang obviously didn't intend to let the white-faced person go, "I made it very clear just now. The only ones who attacked me and the people around me are the dead! You kidnapped Yi Zheng, and you still want to Killing me and robbing the figurine is enough for you to die twice!"

"Are you sure you want to die with me?" The white-faced man's tone calmed down. He couldn't actually see Lin Huang, but he knew the approximate direction of Lin Huang, and his eyes were projected towards this direction.

"If you really have any other means, just use them quickly, after all, you don't have much time." Lin Huang was not worried about the threat of the white-faced man at all, "If I guess correctly, there will be at most one minute before your life. The energy will be completely exhausted. At that time, you will have no chance at all."

"Since you said so, it's as you wish. I hope you won't regret it later!"

The voice fell, and the life energy of the white-faced man that was about to be exhausted was refilled for no reason.

Not only that, Lin Huang even vaguely felt that the white-faced man showed signs of breakthrough in combat power.

His breath is getting stronger every second.

After that breath reached the peak state of the black gold realm, it only stayed for about three seconds, and suddenly broke through the combat power and was promoted to the red gold realm! After that, it continued to soar, without any signs of stopping.

Rao is Lin Huang, and he was stunned when he sensed this change, but what surprised him even more was what he saw.

On the forehead of the white-faced man, a sharp-edged claw protruded. From the front, it looked as if someone had poked a sharp claw out of the back of his head and penetrated to the front, with clear bloodstains.

After the paw stuck out of the white-faced man's forehead, it slowly slid down, as if a paper cutter was cutting a piece of white paper.

Lin Huang frowned slightly as he watched this strange scene.

The sharp claws slid down the white-faced man's forehead, leaving a long and deep bloodstain wherever it passed. It wasn't until it descended to the abdomen that the claws stopped cutting and retracted into the white-faced man.

After a moment of silence, there was a sound of flesh and blood squirming, the white-faced man began to bleed a lot from the wound, and his body began to deform, as if something was struggling in his body. He looked extremely painful, and even started to make strange noises that humans couldn't make.

Lin Huang's eyes widened, staring intently at the shocking scene in front of him.

The incised wound of the white-faced man seemed to be propped open by an invisible force, and a blood-soaked, hideous-looking monster slowly emerged from the crack in his body... and the original white-faced man had no body. After losing any breath, he turned into a pool of bloody soft flesh and collapsed on the ground, as if he had lost all the bones in his body.