Douluo blood duke

Chapter 154

"Then I'll go first, you guys have to work hard this afternoon, don't embarrass me."

On the ring, Zhang Heng waited for the referee to announce the end of the match. After the winner was the Xingluo Royal Academy team, he turned around to say goodbye to his partners, and then turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the entrance.

"Hey, old."

Before Yan Fei could finish his sentence, Zhang Heng had already disappeared in front of his eyes. He turned around and looked at the seven opponents who looked like mummified corpses. He felt a little worried, and asked Fan Ming who was beside him.

"You said they can do well at noon, can we compete on stage?"

Fan Ming turned his ears sideways, as if he was listening to feel something. After a while, he raised his head, faced the front, and said a word seriously.

"Disaster."

Ignoring the side of the arena, Zhang Heng looked left and right after leaving the fighting spirit field. After locking on to a tall building with a tall spherical spire in the distance, he ran forward without looking back.

Half an hour later, he, who had straddled half of Wuhun City, finally arrived at the Temple of Angels.

Because he had been living in the temple these days, he guarded a staircase in a remote corner of the temple. The guards at the stairs didn't stop him and let him go upstairs.

After going upstairs, there is a long and narrow corridor with three doors in total. He came to the middle one, took out the key and opened the door, entered and closed the door in one go, and then went to a soft bed in the innermost part of the room. pounce.

"Damn, I'm exhausted."

Turned over, Zhang Heng lying on the quilt looked at the roof, panting heavily, he manipulated the soul power into the blood, condensed a blood bead to control the flow speed of the blood, and when the blood calmed down, His breathing also slowed.

But at this time, the door was pushed open again, and Qian Yunzhi, who was dressed in a white robe unique to Wuhun Hall, could not hide her graceful figure, twisted her waist and entered the room, seeing Zhang Heng lying on the bed, her cold face showed a smile , After putting the plate in her hand on the table beside her, she walked quickly to the bed, and lay down on Zhang Heng's arm.

Zhang Heng, who had just calmed down with his eyes closed, felt someone approaching. He dissipated the soul power in his blood, opened his eyes, looked at the beautiful face in front of him, and stretched out his hand to pinch that tender cheek.

"What are you doing!"

The coquettish tone was mixed with a few soft voices, which made people's bones crisp.

"hey-hey."

Zhang Heng smirked and pressed down.

An hour later, he sat up from the bed, looking at the setting sun outside, Zhang Heng slapped his lap on the side, and said seriously.

"Get up, it's time."

"Well~, no, let's sleep for a while."

"Don't sleep, my dear, if you sleep again, you will change shift."

Under Zhang Heng's gentle persuasion, Qian Yunzhi reluctantly opened her eyes. After the two changed their clothes, Qian Yunzhi took out a half-shaped feather necklace from her chest, and then injected her soul into it. With force, a white light shot out from the necklace, forming a big hole of white light about half a meter in front of them.

"Let's go."

She said to Zhang Heng, and then took Zhang Heng's hand, and the two walked into the white cave.

The scene in front of them was white and then dark, and when it turned on again, the two of them were already in the real angel temple.

Without Qian Yunzhi's guidance, Zhang Heng trotted into the Angel Temple.

Qian Yunzhi followed behind him, and whispered: "We still only have 15 minutes, after 15 minutes, we must leave."

"Understand dear, wait for me outside for a while and come out soon."

Zhang Heng kissed her lightly on the cheek, and then closed the door.

After the door was closed, all the light was blocked from the door, and the room was filled with darkness, but not long after, crystal clear and holy white lights like fireflies floated up from the ground, and they slowly Floating upwards, pieces of light are lit up. Although the light emitted by one grain is small, the whole room is extremely bright at the moment.

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on a small spot of light in front of him, but before he touched it, the spot of light suddenly changed, and the originally flat light suddenly became sharper. Bloom burst, but this energy is not coming towards Zhang Heng.

Under his gaze, beams of light converged into the sky, forming an angelic figure in the void. Although that figure was illusory, appearing and disappearing from time to time, it was extremely powerful. It held a lightsaber in its hand, Zhang Heng estimated that if he was hit by a sword now, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

But it's okay, Zhang Heng is not the enemy of Angel Phantom, its enemy is in the center of the hall.

In the skull scepter, streams of black air emanated from the inside and gathered into the sky, forming a statue wearing a heavy helmet, battle armor, and a broken cloak. The figure of a general with a cloud of black air, roaring towards the sky, like a ghost weeping from the abyss, stirring up the evil thoughts in people's depths, if those who are mentally incompetent, in this place, anyone who hears a syllable of this voice will Assimilated by it into an unconscious, irrational demon.

But Zhang Heng is not afraid, he possesses the Gorefiend Martial Soul, in a sense he is the embodiment of evil thoughts, so he is not worried.

sough.

When the roar on the opposite side stopped, the two phantoms moved at the same time, and the Holy Sword of Light and the Great Sword of Darkness collided in an instant. The particles of light were swallowed by the darkness, and the darkness was broken by the strong light. Suddenly, swords, swords, and energy collided, and the strong wind generated by the burst of powerful power shook the solid walls on all sides, making the door behind Zhang Heng clank.

Even though it was not the first time I saw it, Zhang Heng's eyes were deeply attracted by the fight in front of him. In the past few days, every time the sun and the moon change, and the yin and yang reverse, Zhang Heng will appear here. In addition to fighting the evil energy with the breath, he has another purpose.

boom.

After a collision, the phantom of the angel was cut off. At this moment, half of its six wings were cut off, the light on its body was much dimmer than before, and half of the sword in its hand was gone. The overall situation is not very good, and its opponent is also It is no better than it. The head of General Black Mist has disappeared, his right arm has been cut off, and a huge hole has appeared in his abdomen. The light sticks to it like a virus and devours the surroundings, trying to expand the size of the hole.

Both sides were hurting, and when the flags and flags died down and the next wave of attacks was being saved, Zhang Heng's eyes lit up, and it was time for him to play next.

He walked between the two phantoms and raised his right hand.

If someone is watching now, they will find that in his body at this time, four powerful energies flow into the palm of his right hand from all parts of his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

Transparent soul power, scarlet blood, purple evil, and black-gray suffocation, the influx of four energies activated the magic bone that he merged into his right hand.

The dark light flickered on his arm, and after a short while, a transparent vortex appeared from his palm. The vortex's rotation was very small at first, but as time went on, it continued to speed up. In the end, the rotating vortex was no longer visible. trace.

At this time, the light on the angel on the left of Zhang Heng stopped flickering, and the hole in the belly of the general of the black mist on the right was also repaired. Suddenly, a powerful suction burst out, sucking in the holy particles on the angel's body and the demon mist on the general of the black mist.

Black and white conjoined and rotated in his palm, and after being transformed by the demon bone, it became a part of his body. The demonic breath entered his body, either increasing the soul power, or increasing the hostility, or increasing the strength of the body, and He didn't transform the sacred breath, but stored it in a place in his body.

In the room, a huge storm was formed due to the attraction of Zhang Heng's palm. The storm flickered on and off. After pulling all the left and right phantoms into the body, it gradually slowed down the speed of rotation.

When the last particle of light entered Zhang Heng's body, Zhang Heng put down his hand and was about to withdraw the energy contained in the magic bone of his arm, but the magic bone moved, and an emotion was transmitted from his arm in an instant Inside Zhang Heng's forehead.

Zhang Heng is very familiar with that feeling, just like before, when he still needed blood to keep his body running, it was the desire for blood at that time, but now the emotion coming from the demon bone is for the demon scepter. Longing, it wants to devour it.

"Then it's not good to be greedy, haste makes waste."

Zhang Heng persuaded himself secretly, but when he looked up, looking at the demon scepter that absorbed the remaining black mist into his body, evil thoughts surged in his heart.

"Hold the courageous to death, starve the cowardly to death."

With a thought in his mind, he disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, his right arm had already been pressed on the scepter. The scepter was humanly stunned by Zhang Heng's arrival, but when it came back to its senses, , when it found that Zhang Heng was extracting its energy from its body, it became angry.

There was no need for Zhang Heng to deliberately attract strands of black houses, they gushed out in large quantities, and then penetrated into Zhang Heng's body.

"Don't worry, take your time."

Zhang Heng's eyes were red at the moment, and part of his soul power was drawn by him to activate the blood demon martial soul. His body grew rapidly, and his blood energy was also drawn by him, blocking all parts of his body. Those black mist wrapped Zhang Heng in, and he wanted to enter When Zhang Heng was inside his body, he found that the passage to enter had been blocked by Zhang Heng, and the only passage was his right arm.

So they all rushed towards the devil bone on Zhang Heng's right arm. The more the devil bone devoured the black room, the more energy would be given back to Zhang Heng. The demon scepter seemed to understand the situation, it stopped the black mist flowing out, Concentrate on resisting the magic bone's suction, but it's too late, its energy has lost too much, and it is no match for Zhang Heng.

Finally, after two to three minutes, Zhang Heng let go of his hand. When he took his hand away, apart from the bloody light, patches of black light exploded on the surface of his body, robbing the space of the bloody light.

Zhang Heng frowned and felt the changes in his body. As expected, although the magic bone can transform the black mist into his energy, but the black mist is too much, the magic bone cannot be completely transformed, and there are still a large number of them. The black mist entered his body, destroying his body at this moment.

No, it shouldn't be considered destruction, but transformation. They want to transform Zhang Heng's body into what they want. The energy in Zhang Heng's body can't stop it at all. Going to destroy them directly, the evil spirit does not interact with them, Zhang Heng has a premonition that if he digests them, he will be able to hit the [-]th level, so he does not intend to destroy them directly.

What's more, after feeling it carefully, Zhang Heng found that not all of their body transformations to him seemed to be bad, no, they could even be said to be good, because except for the blackness, the parts of his body that had been transformed by the black mist were all harmless. To become extremely hard is equivalent to being tempered.

But the downside is that Zhang Heng feels that the cells in these places are not under his control and have their own consciousness. As these places expand, those consciousnesses become stronger. If they continue to develop, their own body will produce its own consciousness. How can it be possible to become out of control.

He was a little anxious, manipulating the hostility in his body, and when he was about to use them to cleanse his body, he unexpectedly discovered another thing, another part of his body, the place where the sacred breath was originally stored, unexpectedly The sacred breath has been transformed. He didn't notice it before, because that place really has its own consciousness. After being discovered by his main consciousness, the consciousness in that place still knows how to show pitiful emotions and beg for his mercy.

This made Zhang Heng smile bitterly, but he changed his mind.

"Wait, these white lights represent holiness, while the black mist is evil, black, white, yin and yang, and balance!"

"Yes, yes, balance."

"However, there are too many of this black mist. Although the consciousness has not yet formed, once it is formed, it may be rebellious. It needs to add some sacred breath, but where can I find so much sacred breath? You must know that the black mist in the body is Drained, the power of the demon that has plagued the Temple of Angels for hundreds of years is only there, what should I do?"

He was thinking, and suddenly his eyes flicked to the exquisite boxes beside him.

Zhang Heng walked to the box, opened it, looked at the pure white bones inside, and thought to himself, "Senior, I'm sorry."

Thinking, he stretched out his right hand.

(End of this chapter)