Chapter 259: Terror "No, no, no, Holy Lord, no, I don't want to sacrifice" Inoue shuddered and yelled, apparently he knew what sacrifice was "You don't want to be a pity, you don't want to, it's useless, I promise you, your sacrifice will make a difference," the black soul body said faintly Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he suddenly threw himself at Inoue Shoichi and wrapped it directly around Inoue's neck, one, two, and three times It was wrapped around dozens of times.
And surrounded by such death, Inoue Shoichi, who is in the middle of the Grandmaster Realm, has no resistance at all except for struggling.
That scene was terrifying and the soles of my feet were chilling powerful It's too powerful A devil For a while, countless Chinese people were nervous and couldn't breathe, and they were all worried about Su Ling.
After a blink of an eye.
Inoue is dead The black soul body was easily taken away.
Inoue's body shuddered suddenly, and then, the expression on his face completely changed, turning into a weird smile.
"Lord Saint" Honda Yoshifuku and Osaka Sanchi could still control it and knelt on the ground in fright, sweat couldn't stop flowing: "We are your most faithful servants." ” "Oh yes, since you are so faithful, then die for me" The Holy Lord's smile became more and more intense, his eyes swept to Honda Yoshifuku, raised his hand slightly, and slapped the heads of Honda Yoshifuku and Osaka Sanchi.
It's amazingly fast Hardly anyone could see his movements.
In the next second, everything froze, and Osaka Sanchi and Honda Yoshifuku became corpses, falling limply to the ground.
"Waste, you are not qualified to live in this world" The Holy Lord said lightly, the corners of his mouth pulled a trace of indifference, and he looked at Su Ling again: "What I said, is that right?"
"Where the hell are you from" Su Ling stared at the Holy Lord and asked in a deep voice.
"Where are you from, hehe, I said I'm from the Holy Wind Continent, do you believe it" The Holy Lord smiled coldly, and there was some resentment in his laughter.
"Su Ling, he is from the Death Soul Valley of the Holy Wind Continent" Bao'er hurriedly explained: "It is a prison in the Holy Wind Continent, anyone who enters the Valley of Dead Souls, life is worse than death at every moment, but it will not be wiped out, and it is impossible to commit suicide, it is the most cruel punishment, and it is more terrible than being directly killed."
"Every year, on the Holy Wind Continent, a group of felony souls will be thrown into the Valley of Death Souls, and he may be one of them, but his luck is good, and he actually found a spatial crack in the death soul bone."
"He escaped from the spatial rift, and happened to escape to the earth, which is a subordinate plane of the Holy Wind Continent, and the reason why his soul body is pure black is related to the fact that he suffered too much punishment in the Death Soul Valley and was demonized."
Su Ling nodded quietly, looked at the Holy Lord, and sneered: "Holy Lord, I think, it should be a prisoner."
"What are you talking about" The Holy Lord had a big change in mood, and he stared at Su Ling deadly: "You actually know that it will leave you even more."
The sound falls.
The Holy Lord raised his hand and slapped Su Ling in the air.
It came so suddenly, without warning As soon as that slap was struck, Su Ling seemed to be thrown into the swamp.
The terrifying locking force, like a large invisible hand in the swamp, grabbed him to death.
He wanted to teleport, but he couldn't.
"Damn" Su Ling was shocked, looking at the huge, obscuring and pure black handprint carrying an endless evil aura in his eyes rapidly enlarged, he could no longer think or hesitate, Bai Fengjian raised it stiffly: Break it for me" The Xuan Qi in the body was rolling, and the ten thousand horses were whipped, running wildly, rolling towards the Bai Feng Sword.
A fierce, determined aura rippled above the tip of the White Blade Sword.
Su Ling's wrist trembled slightly, and in the next second, seeing that the giant black handprint was in front of him, Su Ling roared desperately: "Go" The white blade sword rose fiercely, facing a pure black handprint.
"Boom Boom Boom" The earth-shattering hiss burst out in endless depression and panic.
It's like the dark clouds on a summer afternoon pressing down on the city and the thunder rolling in the sky, one by one, which makes people feel cold.
At that moment, the corners of Su Ling's mouth were covered with bright red, and the clothes on his body were faintly broken.
His hand holding the Bai Feng Sword was even more bloody, and it was not in the shape of a hand.
The ring where Su Ling was standing had also been shattered, and his whole person was smashed back four or five meters away.
However, the pure black handprint of the Holy Lord was also shattered "Yes, there is a slight trace of strength," the Holy Lord said with a smile, and his suppressed voice was full of appreciation
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