The system is the king of the counterattack master

In front of the majestic and solemn Tianmen, the seven spirit tribes were forming a circle, tied a cross with a tree trunk by the side of the road, set up Bai Huo, and poked Bai Huo on the ground.

At this time, Bai Huo had no strength to resist at all. Although he hadn't passed out yet, he still drooped his head, with blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

Seeing him like this, Han Xiaodong didn't have much pity. After all, he killed someone and ruined his good deeds, so he was very polite to him. If it wasn't because he was still useful, he might have been killed by the Spirit Race. This guy turned into shredded lamb and put it on the table to worship the ancestors.

Seeing Bai Huo being tied to the cross, Han Xiaodong secretly sighed, and said to himself that since the first time he saw this bastard, he had always acted coldly. Putting on a crucifixion look, it seems that he has achieved the ultimate in coolness in his life.

As soon as this idea crossed his mind, he wondered again, who is Jesus?Why did such a strange name appear in my mind?And why is there a feeling of superiority?Could this be the real name of the Lord God?
However, the spirit tribes in front of him didn't give him a chance to think about it. After the man was tied up, the old man's ceremony began. The six spirit tribes formed a circle and surrounded the old man and Bai Huo. In a circle, the old man, while opening his arms in the shape of embracing the sky, chanted strange spells, his voice was not loud, and Han Xiaodong couldn't hear it, but he could clearly feel that the atmosphere around him was changing. , a restless breath began to slowly gather in the direction of everyone.

As the old man's lips trembled rapidly, a layer of black air slowly condensed into a shape, covering Bai Huo's body. As the black air continued to change, Bai Huo's body finally reflected, and a red light came from He got out of the top of his head, and started wrestling with the black energy, one black and one red, the fight was evenly divided.

Soon, the forehead of the old man of the Spirit Race was covered with sweat, and the other six Spirit Race continued to circle around in a regular manner, like a merry-go-round in the park, completely unresponsive to the battle on the cross.

At this time, the fight between the red light and the black air had obviously reached a critical stage. As the old man's incantations accelerated, the black air suddenly surged and expanded three or four times in an instant, wrapping the red light tightly.

Seeing that the battle was about to come to an end, Han Xiaodong didn't dare to procrastinate any longer. He drew a spell in the air and threw it in the direction of Fengbie.

The talisman was extremely fast, and almost at the moment of activation, it hit the wind turtle that was ready to go.In the next second, the wind turtle was like a wild dog that had run loose, and came out of the grass with a cry.

The sudden appearance of the wind turtle startled all the seven spirit clans, and the old man's black energy was even weakened a lot in an instant.

The reaction of the Spirit Race was very fast. At the same time that the old bastard rushed out, the seven spirit envoys immediately stopped their hands and prepared to face the undead wind turtle. As a result, just as they opened their posture, they saw the old tortoise scatter. On four legs, he ran in a circle from a distance.

This move made the seven spirits feel like they were being tricked. If they had to use one sentence to describe their feeling at this moment, it would be "I've taken off my pants, so why don't you show me this?!"

The overreaction brought a brief moment of embarrassment, and in the end it was the burly man of the ghost power department who reacted first, and said with a sneer: "Sure enough, the shrunken turtle is not screaming for nothing, a beast is a beast, just like his master. "

But the old man of the spirit race saw the clue at this time, his face changed instantly, and he shouted loudly to everyone: "Quick, stop it! It wants to..."

Before the old man could finish his words, the wind turtle with four hooves flying furiously rushed to the front of the gate of heaven at a very fast speed, and jumped high in an extremely strange posture. Legs, turning over by inertia, the huge tortoise shell slammed into the huge sky gate with a bang.

These heavenly gates were originally carved out of heavy stones. According to common sense, Han Xiaodong let Fengbie open it and hit it at full speed, but when the tortoise shell hit the heavenly gate, he regretted letting Fengbie use so much strength.

The loud bang, like a catastrophe, directly formed a wave of sound visible to the naked eye, shaking Han Xiaodong to the point where he sat down on the ground, and Fengbie, who was the instigator, retracted into the tortoise shell, was blown away. It flew out and was thrown into the grass far away.

The seven Spiritual Race members who were affected couldn't bear such a big movement, so they all grinned, covered their ears with their hands, and squatted down in pain.

The most unlucky one was the old man. His black energy was fighting with the red light in Bai Huo's body. The sudden loud noise instantly broke his spellcasting. Soul refining is an extremely dangerous spell, so that he was killed The backlash received is also very powerful.

Before the loud noise dissipated, the old man of the Spirit Race spurted out a mouthful of green blood, and immediately after, his body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Han Xiaodong had never seen this scene before. Unexpectedly, the old man seemed to have been sucked dry of the plastic packaging of the drink, and quickly changed from a red face to a skinny one. Anyone who saw this weird scene would cause extreme discomfort.

Seeing the old man turned into a completely lifeless piece of dry wood, Han Xiaodong wriggled his throat vigorously. After a long time, he squeezed out a word from his throat: Yes!

As soon as the old man died, the formation naturally broke, and the red light quickly retracted into Bai Huo's body as if its tail had been stepped on.

The remaining six Eldar quickly recovered from the impact of the loud noise, however, the situation was now reversed, and this time they could no longer be happy.

The ninth heavenly gate in front of me was slowly opening, and a stone man's expressionless face was also exposed through the crack of the gate.

Han Xiaodong, who was hiding in the dark and prepared for a long time, had already drawn a spell, and at the moment the Tianmen opened, he took the wind turtle away as quickly as possible.

Just kidding, such an easy-to-use necromancer, he is not willing to let the guy in Tianmen make an appetizer like this.

The ninth heavenly gate was fully opened soon, and a dozen or so stone figures of various shapes and colors rushed out of the gate.

When Han Xiaodong saw the stone men for the first time, he thought these guys were just invulnerable and extremely powerful guys.

Ordinarily, a big man with a height of six to seven meters, with this figure, this weight, and this appearance, no matter how flexible he is, it is limited.

It's a pity that since arriving in the Demon Realm, Han Xiaodong has been "cursed" as if he hadn't been able to guess anything. The stone man who rushed out this time slapped him in the face with practical actions.