Virtue is abundant

Chapter 471 Harvest!

gone?
Qilin showed a slight look of surprise, which turned into a ferocious killing intent.

"Everything is small, and you can't hide it from me, because I'm very experienced in dealing with this kind of thing-"

"Watch me burn you to death!"

Infinite flames suddenly burst out from Qilin's body, shooting out in all directions like a torrential rain.

Under this intensive and large-scale attack, no one can escape!

The city wall has turned into a wall of raging flames.

Wu Xiaode waved his sword at will to resist, and at the same time flew back.

Ordinarily, if he blocks or retreats like this, Qilin will immediately notice——

But a few lines of small ice crystal characters jumped out:

"The Silent Magic Mist has a special ability: 'Lonely Shadow'."

"When you are in the magic mist, no force can restrict your actions. Even if someone hits you, they will not be able to get any feedback, let alone know your existence."

Wu Xiaode backed away while looking into the sky.

I saw Qilin standing in mid-air, with a confused look on his face, and said in a low voice:
"It shouldn't be, has it already run away?"

——it doesn't perceive itself!
This is good news, but the intensity of the unicorn fire is beyond Wu Xiaode's imagination.

The sword in his hand kept cutting through the rain of fire, but at a certain moment, he found that his hair had started to burn.

"Tsk."

Clouds of dark flames suddenly appeared from Wu Xiaode's body.

——The Dark Lord is coming!
After unfolding and descending, the fire rain couldn't hurt Wu Xiaode at all.

At this time, although Qilin couldn't see it, he had a premonition in his heart.

"Huo Yu couldn't find him... Could it be that he also knows how to use fire?"

A solemn look flashed in Qilin's eyes, and he slowly raised his hands and pressed them into the void.

all of a sudden.

Lines of small ice crystal characters flashed in the void:

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"Notice!"

"The other party started to use the power of fire, Ten Thousand Realms into Fire."

"The power of the flame is about to rise sharply!"

Daoli!

Wu Xiaode immediately retreated violently, and quickly rushed out for a distance of nearly a thousand meters, barely out of the envelope of the fire rain, and then stopped.

He looked back and saw that the sky and the earth seemed to be completely soaked in red.

The endless rain of fire became more and more violent.

Everything on the earth, as long as it touches a drop or two of fire rain, it will immediately be reduced to ashes.

But he doesn't know which one is stronger, his own power of darkness or the opponent's power of fire.

Wu Xiaode felt a few breaths, and couldn't help shaking his head.

——This is a high-level power of fire.

The number of levels that Qilin has improved in Taoism is much higher than his own!
A line of small ice crystal characters continued to appear:
"This fire destroys all living things and reduces everything to ashes."

so close!

Several clusters of unicorn fire almost splashed on him!
Wu Xiaode observed Qilin from a distance.

The power on this guy is no less than that of any strong man.

The power of Qilin Fire can also be called quite terrifying.

——Obviously so strong, why don't you stand up and fight against Jiemo?
understood.

It has no interest in saving sentient beings.

Just looking at the appearance of its city, you can know that it actually feeds on all living beings.

Perhaps this unicorn has long been waiting in the dark——

Waiting for all the heroic spirits of Jiemo and the strong to leave the world, this world will become its world.

——What a dog.

Strong and doggy, but also bad.

Wu Xiaode corrected his attitude, and said in a low voice:

"It's still pretty strong, and it's worth a fight."

He was about to draw out the Butterfly Soul Knife, when he suddenly remembered something, his eyes immediately moved away from Qilin, and fell on the stone temple outside the city.

——When he destroyed the city, Qilin was in this temple.

It was because it found out what it was doing that it came out of the temple and rushed over to fight with itself.

I saw that the temple was hit by the unicorn fire rain all over the sky, but it was not damaged at all.

There is a problem at first glance.

Wu Xiaode pulled out the Butterfly Soul Knife and handed it to the bronze hand that appeared beside him.

"Here, take it, pass it on, and chop it every once in a while."

He said.

The misty bronze hand caught the Butterfly Sword and made a gesture in mid-air.

Wu Xiaode turned around and left.

With all his strength, he rushed into the rain of fire again, clearing the way with his sword.

Countless bronze hands are wrapped in this gray flame.

——The Power of Darkness!
Descending + the power of darkness, this protects him from harm for the time being.

A moment of effort.

He rushed into the stone temple.

But seeing that the temple is very open, there are dragons entrenched on the stone pillars in the main hall, and the dragons spit black mist from their mouths, spraying towards the altar non-stop.

On the altar stood a statue of a female god, and bursts of light radiated from the statue's body, resisting the black mist of the dragons.

Wu Xiaode suddenly realized.

That's it!

There must be something in this statue!
Qilin was trying to find a way to take out the things in the statue, and happened to meet himself in Miecheng, so he had to go out to meet himself.

Wu Xiaode turned his head and glanced outside the temple.

The bronze hand immediately sensed his will, raised the butterfly sword high, and slashed fiercely at the Qilin in mid-air.

A line of small ice crystal characters suddenly jumped out:

"The 'Akagi' and 'Blowing Snow' of Butterfly Sword have worked."

Chicheng breaks through the defense, and Fubuki hits from the air according to the value of his soul power.

And the blessing of the god of death replenished the soul power.

This knife directly hit Qilin!
Its body trembled in mid-air, and a wound appeared on its chest, from which blood gushed out.

This aroused Qilin's viciousness.

"Hahaha, I thought you ran away. Since you didn't run away, prepare to die."

it growled.

Kilometers away——

With one slash, the bronze hand hurriedly threw the butterfly sword in another direction.

The other bronze hand caught the knife, shuttled through the mist for a while, went around to a place farther behind the unicorn, and slashed with the knife!

Accompanied by Qilin's roar, the Butterfly Sword began to change positions again.

Then the small characters of ice crystals jumped out:
"Soldier of Death Flame (Primary) has not taken effect!"

"The opponent's Dao of Fire level is too high, and this time the death world transmission is exempted."

Wu Xiaode withdrew his gaze, not caring about Qilin for the time being.

Since you are in a stalemate, let's stay in a stalemate first.

——After exploring the stone temple by myself, we will talk about the battle.

He turned to look at the statue in the temple.

—What is in this statue?
Wu Xiaode sensed it a little, and only felt that the statue gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

Is it—

As soon as his mind moved, the Book of the Dead was opened immediately, and the "power to regain authority" was activated immediately.

Now Wu Xiaode's feeling is clearer.

"I see... the pages of the book are hidden in this statue..."

"But apart from the pages of the book, there is also an extremely strange power fluctuation, and I don't know what it is."

Regardless of those flood dragons, he gently stretched out his hand towards the sculpture.

A wave of the same wave emanated from his hand.

——This is the aura fluctuation of the Book of Darkness Seal!

Since Wu Xiaode's awakening, he has collected a lot of pages of the Dark Sealed Book, so he can naturally release power fluctuations of the same attribute.

A sense of enlightenment suddenly emerged in my heart.

After the power in the sculpture sensed him, he had already started to call him.

Wu Xiaode strode to the sculpture.

A black page suddenly flew out of the sculpture.

Different from the dark sealed book that Wu Xiaode had seen, there seemed to be something shining with colorful light pasted on this black page.

"Success!"

The dragons on the stone pillars in the temple roared in unison.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xiaode copied the black page in his hand and pressed it on the Book of the Dead.

"Swallow."

As he spoke, he looked back at those flood dragons in surprise.

——I succeeded, so what does it matter to you?

The dragons couldn't see him, but they saw the black pages gradually disappearing into the void.

"No, Dijun, come back quickly, someone is stealing something!"

The dragons shouted loudly.

The Book of the Undead was startled, and the black pages had already been taken into it, and then it was tightly closed.

The small characters on the ice crystals were frantically refreshed in the void:

"You found the missing pages."

"The pages of the book are integrated into the Book of the Dead, increasing your eternal soul power to 450 points."

"Congratulations."

"You have completed the commission: The Lost Pages."

"Heroic spirits lowered rewards for you:"

"Soul power increased by 20 points."

"The current soul power value is: 470/470, including 450 points of eternal soul power."

"You can carry out the orthodox death trial."

"Also, there seems to be something different in your pages, please check it yourself."

The roar of the unicorn came from outside the temple.

It is coming fast.

Wu Xiaode quickly condensed into a humanoid object with his bronze hands, causing it to break through the stone temple and fly towards the sky.

"Thief, where are you running!"

Qilin chased after him.

Wu Xiaode released the fallen angel Ulysses and the giant Astarot, one of them escaped from the main entrance, and the other beat them up in the temple.

The stone temple was in chaos.

The dragon and the roar of the giant were entangled together.

There were bursts of whistling in the sky.

It was Qilin who found out that he had been fooled and turned to chase Ulysses.

Wu Xiaode had nothing to do, with his hands behind his back, he walked out of the stone temple leisurely, and casually asked the Book of the Dead floating beside him:
"Hey, what kind of private goods are you carrying on that page?"

The Book of the Dead trembled, as if it was still digesting the power brought by the devoured pages, and did not unfold immediately.

(End of this chapter)