Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 300: The Root of Hell and the Formation
Bang!
The inner ring was shrouded in a layer of dark smoke.
In this black fog, you can hardly see your hand in front of you.
Even so, one could vaguely hear the sound of fighting coming from outside.
And in the black fog, a colorful shadow kept flashing in the black fog, creating sparks.
Just because outsiders can't open it clearly doesn't mean the two inside will stop.
Swish!
In the black fog, Feng Zhenghao instantly split into five people, with black energy burning on their arms, and they bombarded towards Wang Bing.
"Tsk~"
After killing one of the "Feng Zhenghaos", Wang Bing immediately swung the Tianyuan Pen and shot back, turning the "Feng Zhenghao" approaching behind him into black mist.
"This twenty-two-style is really troublesome..."
Although it was expected, Wang Bing never thought that Feng Zhenghao could practice up to the 22nd style.
Capturing spirits and dispatching generals·Twenty-two styles·The root of hell!
Like the Twenty-One Style: Daiyue Suiyu, both are domain-related skills.
In the Twenty-One Style: Daiyue Prison, Wang Bing can transform his body shape at will, allowing Wang Bing to possess abilities similar to elementalization.
And this twenty-two styles: the root of hell...
It makes the caster like the root of the vast hell, with infinite clones...
Although these clones are not as strong as the original, a hero cannot defeat four strong hands.
If this continues, sooner or later the king will lose the advantage.
Don't forget that the thirteenth move in the spell of summoning spirits and sending generals, Spiritual Clarity, can, in principle, provide the caster with a steady supply of Qi.
Now Feng Zhenghao has completely merged into the black fog, using these clones to entangle himself. He can hide in another place and continue to recover his energy.
But Wang didn't know that Feng Zhenghao was also feeling a little strange. Logically speaking, after such a long time, the black fog should have shrunk long ago.
But……
Looking at the motionless black fog, Feng Zhenghao couldn't help but frown.
Suddenly, the witch qi emitted by Feng Zhenghao soaked into the ink pool under him, as if the connection was cut off...
Feng Zhenghao was stunned by this.
In addition to continuing to summon his clones to attack Wang Bing, Feng Zhenghao also began to pay attention to the ink pool under his feet.
Suddenly Feng Zhenghao thought of a possibility...
"Are you a congenital alien?"
Feng Zhenghao then realized that this ink pool was not just a simple painting technique, it contained...
Swish!
A red light shot towards Feng Zhenghao's body, and Feng Zhenghao was so frightened that he quickly dodged.
bass!
After Wang Bing missed the first attack, he picked up the tip of the Tianyuan Pen and hit Feng Zhenghao again. When the tip of the gun was about to pierce Feng Zhenghao's throat, Feng Zhenghao appeared again and blocked the fatal blow.
At this time, Feng Zhenghao also reacted. After stabilizing his body, he suddenly punched out. The punch went directly to Wang Bing's face. The force of his fist caused Wang Bing's head to tilt to the side, and a red mark appeared on his face.
But how could Wang Bing allow Feng Zhenghao to hit him? This sudden move made Wang Bing let go of the Tianyuan Pen and grabbed Feng Zhenghao's neck.
Bang!
The root of hell is pitch dark. It took a lot of effort to find Feng Zhenghao's location. If he hides again, Wang Bing will be at a disadvantage...
exist
The moment he grabbed Feng Zhenghao's neck, Wang Bing suddenly threw him into the ink pool. Several vines sprang out from the ink pool under their feet and tied Feng Zhenghao tightly. Under Wang Bing's force, Feng Zhenghao sank down.
At the same time, Wang Bing reached behind his waist with his other hand, and a black mace suddenly appeared in his hand. A light yellow mass appeared on the black mace, and then a layer of rock and soil covered it.
Looking at Feng Zhenghao lying on the ground, Wang Bing raised the black mace high and smashed it hard on Feng Zhenghao's head!
At this critical moment, Feng Zhenghao's years of practical experience came in handy. He suddenly raised his right foot, and before Wang Bing's black mace fell, he kicked directly at the end of the mace, causing Wang Bing's action of originally preparing to smash down to a halt.
Then, Feng Zhenghao raised his right hand and punched Wang Bing's wrist, breaking the hand that was grabbing his neck.
Then, a ball of black energy suddenly rose from Feng Zhenghao's body, greatly increasing his strength. He broke free from the restraints of the plants, stomped his other foot hard, and retreated backwards while lying on his back. Looking at the direction he was retreating, he seemed to be planning to hide in the black fog again.
Swish!
Wang Bing grabbed the Tianyuan pen with his right hand and thrust it towards the ink pool. Something seemed to be swimming under the pool, winding its way towards the retreating Feng Zhenghao. Unfortunately, the environment was too dark and he couldn't see anything clearly...
On the other side, in the dragon-trapping formation...
All the aliens gathered together, and as if they were killing a BOSS, they surrounded the flying zombie and showed off their skills.
All kinds of witchcraft were blasted towards the flying zombie as if they were free, forcing the flying zombie to resist these witchcraft.
"Come on... get rid of this thing!"
One of the strangers said loudly, looking at Wang Zhenqiu who was paddling on the side and said: "Especially you, Wang Zhenqiu! If you hadn't been impatient, we wouldn't have fallen to this point..."
call!
Wang Zhenqiu took out a lighter and blew a big mouthful of fire at the flying zombie, saying as he did so: "Come on, it's not me who opened the coffin. I just went up to take a look out of curiosity. Who knew that some people would be more active than me..."
At this point, Wang Zhenqiu shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Speaking of which, it's just that some people think I have found some opportunity and want to take the lead and snatch it from me..."
"you……"
Just as the man was about to say something, someone else spoke up, "Fuck it, it's already this late, and you two want to quarrel? After you kill this thing, you can have a fight! Now... get the fucking attention!"
"cut!"
The man who had been finding fault with the flying zombie curled his lips and cast a spell to hit the flying zombie.
To be honest, it was he who opened the coffin.
If he didn't want to snatch the opportunity of Wang Zhenqiu, he would not have checked the coffin.
Who knew there would be something like this in the coffin.
and……
Even though this flying zombie is only a semi-finished product, it is still a very dangerous creature. Why didn't they notice it at all?
You know, wizards are very sensitive to these evil things.
…
Outside the dragon-trapping formation.
Wang Bing's supporters are also wary of every tree and blade of grass around them.
Their current task is to ensure the integrity of the formation.
only……
Yang Han glanced at Wang Qichang, who was standing aside with a calm demeanor, and asked, "Mr. Wang, are you really comfortable letting Wang Bing go find Feng Zhenghao alone? Aren't you worried..."
