Chapter 809 Encounter
In another place in the gray world, He Zhengzheng was waiting on the top of a mountain.
Next to , today's Suzaku Xiaxianlou Yuntianhui reported: "He Yushi, these are some topographical drawings on the west side, mainly because there is a spatial cliff that cannot be flown over."
He Zheng nodded: "This saves a lot of effort. You only need to continue along the mountains in the northeast direction."
Lou Yuntian also nodded, and will continue to synchronize other discoveries.
At this moment, He Zheng's expression changed slightly, and he immediately raised his hand and closed his eyes.
In his mind, the visions of the patrolling crows appeared in front of him like a large number of screens in the monitoring room. He Zheng took a look and quickly selected one of them.
The field of view is enlarged, and two northerners in white uniforms can be seen from it.
"The person of Qiguang!" He Zheng's expression froze, and then he remembered something, "No, Nie Xing is over there!"
Turning his field of vision, he found an envoy not far away who was going to investigate in that direction.
He Zheng opened his eyes, and immediately drew a black eagle with splashed ink on his sleeves.
"Yuntian, you stay here and wait for others!"
After giving a hasty order, He Zheng then got on the black eagle and rushed forward at full speed!
Lou Yuntian's face was serious, and he knew that something unexpected might have been discovered, so he immediately notified the other people to gather together.
…
When the black eagle arrived, He Zheng's pupils shrank.
Two northerners stood in front of the big mountain. One old man had a dark sneer on his face, while the other middle-aged man looked dull and indifferent. Both of them were in the Chongyang realm.
Before the two of them, Nie Xing was pierced by six stone cones and his body was held in place. His face was pale and dripping with blood, and he was already seriously injured!
"Qiguang?" He Zheng's expression sank, and he looked up at the two people in front of him, "What do you mean by the two people who captured me?"
"What do you mean?" The corner of the old man's mouth curled up, and he gestured to the indifferent middle-aged man next to him.
Before the indifferent middle-aged man raised his hand, two two-foot-long stone cones condensed and landed in his hands, and they were inserted into Nie Xing's thigh and abdomen next to him with a casual throw.
"Well…!"
Nie Xing's pupils trembled and he let out a muffled groan, looking extremely painful.
"You are courting death!"
He Zheng was frightened and angry. He turned his hand and took out a Langhao brush, and swiped it out of thin air. The ink surged and two lifelike dragons were drawn.
"Aww!"
Accompanied by the resounding sound of the dragon, the two ink dragons twisted their bodies, quickly swelled to tens of meters long and flew out quickly, rushing aggressively towards the Qiguang two in the distance!
"Boom boom!"
Mo Jiao hit the ground, raising a cloud of smoke and dust, but was dodged by Qi Guang and the other two.
When He Zheng waved his hand, one of the ink dragons immediately wrapped up the seriously injured Nie Xing and retreated, while the other ink dragon roared and continued to chase the two people ahead.
"Nie Xing, how are you doing!" He Zheng quickly looked at Nie Xing.
But at this moment, Nie Xing's body trembled, and large green lines suddenly appeared all over his body, and his whole body quickly rotted with pus.
Nie Xing's eyes widened, but he looked at He Zheng fixedly despite being frightened and desperate: "Quick... flash!"
As soon as He's face changed, he immediately pulled back and opened the star power barrier in front of him.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Nie Xing's body suddenly turned into a large piece of dark green thick water and exploded!
"Nie Xing!" He Zheng exclaimed.
Countless blood, water and pus splashed on He Zheng's body, especially his left arm!
He Zheng suddenly felt a burning pain in his body, followed by a feeling of dizziness.
"Poison!"
He Zheng was taken aback, and quickly activated the star power in his body to suppress the toxin.
But looking down, after a while, the left arm was already covered with yellow-green abscesses.
The whole arm is itchy and unbearable, and I can't use my strength!
He Zheng looked at the place where Nie Xing exploded, and his expression suddenly sank.
At this time, there was a sudden explosion sound in the distance.
Looking up, it was another ink dragon that was smashed by the indifferent middle-aged man with a black stone stick!
"Hey hey..." The old man Yin Yi smiled sadly, "I wonder if you are satisfied with this meeting ceremony?"
The old man Yinyi sneered, raised his hands, and a large cloud of poisonous mist surged out in front of him amidst the surging green energy in his palms.
"Chi...!"
When Mo Jiao touched the poison, bursts of green smoke immediately rose from the surface, and his whole body was constantly eroded by the poisonous mist!
Still halfway through, Mo Jiao's body full of texture and luster has been corroded a lot.
At this time, the indifferent middle-aged man directly went up to him, waved a big stick and smashed it down!
"Boom!"
Mo Long's whole body shook, and immediately burst into a large piece of ink under the iron rod, reappearing the figure of He Zheng inside!
"Um?!"
He Zheng didn't expect that the two ink dragons, which were comparable to the scorching sun star beast, would be broken apart so easily by the two of them.
The erosive effect of the poisonous mist of the shadowy old man, as well as the strength of the indifferent middle-aged man, are amazing in the Double Ninth Realm!
He Zheng immediately swiped the wolf brush, and the ink shield immediately covered him to block the poisonous gas.
The indifferent middle-aged man didn't stop, and swung his club again to hit him.
Obviously he was also in the poisonous fog, but the poisonous fog seemed to have no effect on him.
He Zheng swung the Langhao brush and bumped into it, and with the help of the strength of the opponent's stick, he retreated out of the poisonous fog in one fell swoop.
"What a powerful force!"
He Zheng's expression was slightly condensed. Although he deliberately borrowed strength, the strength of the opponent's black stone stick was still shocking.
The indifferent middle-aged man didn't stop for a moment, and he was chasing him again with a stick.
He Zheng's gaze sank: "It's just two Double Ninth Festivals, I really thought they could overwhelm me!"
He Zheng waved the Langhao pen and tapped it repeatedly, one after another, ink blobs the size of eggs flew out, and the black light exploded into eight tall yellow-turban wrestlers, who surrounded and killed the indifferent middle-aged man.
The sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping-pong" continued, and these yellow-turban wrestlers were invulnerable and powerful.
Although it is not as good as an indifferent middle-aged man to take it out alone, but it is surrounded by it all together!
Suppressing the indifferent middle-aged man, He Zheng then turned over an inkstone, and the ink inside surged and splashed forward.
In an instant, ink was splashed into a river, and the torrential ink river rushed out, washing away the poisonous fog and sweeping towards the shadowy old man behind!
The complexion of the old man Yinyi changed slightly, and he immediately flew up to try to get rid of the impact of Mohe.
However, the Mohe River went up against the tide, and in a blink of an eye, it was thousands of meters away!
"This Sanyang imperial envoy, the star power is really thick but flexible!"
The old man Yinyi's expression was slightly gloomy. Facing the vast star power of the Sanyang Realm, even if he kept playing poisonous miasma, it would be difficult to stop the Tao Mohe.
While the old man Yinyi was thinking, He Zheng had already pushed the inkstone with all his strength.
The water on the inkstone platform rose sharply, and another Mo River rose into the sky, attacking back and forth, and soon blocked the old man's back path!
"Oops!" The old man's expression changed.
He Zheng's eyes flickered coldly: "Drown him!"
The two Mo rivers twisted and surged, completely submerging the old man Yinyi!
As long as he can get caught, He Zheng has the confidence to suppress the opponent so hard to escape.
"Solve one..." He Zheng's eyes lit up, but then his face changed suddenly, "Huh? This is...!"
But seeing the green flowers surging under the black water, there was a sudden strong and extremely evil fluctuation in the surging Mo River!
A large piece of green splendor shot out from the inner hole of the Mohe River, and then the shadowy old man holding a plague staff and wearing a ghost costume broke through the water and lifted into the sky.
As soon as he appeared, there was a strong plague of poisonous miasma swinging away from the old man!
Where it passed, the land turned black, the plants were necrotic, and the Mo River below seemed to be polluted. From the beginning to the end, it continuously decomposed and turned into large pieces of venom that dripped on the ground, making the sound of "chi chi chi chi" dissolving.
He Zheng's pupils constricted, staring closely at the shadowy old man in front of him whose aura had changed dramatically.
"Real form liberation?!" He Zheng suddenly thought of something, "Could it be a divine blessing? Then another person..."
"Boom!"
A burst of substantial black light swayed, and several yellow scarf fighters were blasted out, turning into black water and bursting.
Seeing that the indifferent middle-aged man has turned into a dark energy fossil man... It is also a true form of liberation!
The old man Yin Yi raised the plague staff high, and the top of the staff flashed with a gloomy light, quickly emitting terrifying energy!
The stone man opened his hands, and the land split and landslide instantly, countless rocks rose into the air and gathered behind him, turning into hundreds of large stone cones!
Seeing this, He Zheng took a deep breath.
"Really, tricky..."
(end of this chapter)