My filial piety has gone bad

Xiao Ran was not sure about dealing with Nether alone.

And the one-winged bird has a speed against the sky, and has a certain immunity to the ghost...

The combination of human and bird is not tiring, in order to win over the one-winged bird, Xiao Ran tentatively said:

"We are on the same boat now, can you treat me better?"

The one-winged bird flew into a rage, and with a sweep of its long beak, it threw Xiao Ran away.

Staring straight at the sky, helpless blood appeared in the protruding white eyes.

Xiao Ran felt that this bird could understand human speech, so he said earnestly:

"Don't be discouraged, I can see that you are not a fanniao."

"I think you can also see that I am not a mortal."

"Although the human-shaped Nether is terrifying, it is not invincible. If you and I work together, you may not be unable to escape from birth. If you are lucky enough to kill Nether, the ghost core will belong to you."

Nether core is the inner alchemy left after Nether's death. It is a highly valuable medicine and spiritual weapon raw material, which directly breeds the dangerous profession of Nether Hunter.

Xiao Ran's sword boat was fused with ghost core powder.

The one-winged bird closed its eyes angrily.

Just like what Xiao Ran said, there is no point in getting angry anymore at this time, the most important thing right now is to work together to deal with Nether to escape from Ascension.

Although they don't believe in human beings, if they work together to kill Nether by chance, and face each other with one person and one bird, it will be absolutely sure to get the ghost core.

Thinking of this, the one-winged bird stretched out its black feathers, turned over and backed away, distanced itself from Xiao Ran.

Centered on the direction where the withered hand fell, stand diagonally to Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect that the bird really knows the general situation.

at the same time--

The columnar blood curtain of the underworld began to shrink, constantly squeezing the positions of Xiao Ran and the one-winged bird, forcing them to move closer to the center.

The withered right hand continued to descend, and the mournful coercion rolled in the black mist, screaming and making an indescribable sound.

This mental attack is too powerful!

It seems to be a kind of high-level creature, contempt and crushing of low-level creatures.

After uniting with the one-winged bird, Xiao Ran has no plan to defeat Nether, he can only wait for the opportunity and take every step.

suddenly!

The blood curtain changes patterns and textures.

At the same time, more frenzied and terrifying ravings lingered above Xiao Ran's head with the resentment and pathos like the ancient times.

The descending giant hand suddenly accelerated!

The five fingers are suddenly separated.

Each finger extended infinitely like a long arm, and the fingertips split into five new fingers!

So repeatedly splitting, extending...

The sky is raining eyeballs.

……

As the columnar blood curtain continued to shrink, the sorrowful voice became more and more sharp, frantic, and let out a joyous howl, like a strange prelude to battle, tearing the scalp of the listener.

The withered hands are like warped branches, multiplying infinitely in the overture of Ming Yin, covering the sky with darkness!

From the carrion of each withered arm, billions, billions, and countless white eyeballs emerged.

Due to the fast extension of the withered hands, the white eyeballs that came out of the rotting flesh fell down from time to time.

The sky was shrouded in black mist, so there was a strange rain of eyeballs.

Xiao Ran looked up, and the pupils of each falling eyeball opened slightly, staring at him together, as if facing thousands of dead souls in the dark forest.

Every white eyeball fell on the ground, piercing directly through the surface, as if falling into an endless abyss, leaving eerie black holes that cannot be seen at a glance.

Whether it was rain falling or hitting the ground, there was no sound at all, it was eerily quiet.

The only thing Xiao Ran could hear was the ever-changing Ming Yin.

At this moment, Xiao Ran no longer had the emotion of fear.

But invisibly, his spirit is easily immersed in the ever-changing dark sounds, and his attention is always attracted by this infinitely proliferating, billions of repeated pictures...

Even if you waste a breath of time, You Ming's goal will be achieved.

Xiao Ran suddenly realized.

Look at the situation.

The outer blood curtain is shrinking,

The rain curtain, like a hail of bullets, severely restricted the range of activities of him and the monowinged bird, so as to cover the dead hands and add value infinitely.

If the withered hands multiply to occupy all the space, Xiao Ran and the one-winged bird will have no chance to fight back, and there will be no place to die.

Xiao Ran didn't have time to hesitate any longer.

With a flash of his body, he stepped into the air and formed a wave with the power of resonance, forming a ripple that spread outward, shaking the rain curtain from his eyes.

Xiao Ran walked in the air, standing alone in the center of the ripples.

This kind of resonant body technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

But there was no way, he had to stabilize his figure in the rain, and concentrate on using his swordsmanship before his withered hands reached the ground.

Nether is immune to spells, and the palm technique in the air has little effect, and can only be superseded by Yufei Sword.

Xiao Ran hid his disciple sword and directly used his natal sword.

After all, he still can't resonate with the natal sword, and the disciple sword is his ultimate move.

But in the eyes of You Ming and One-winged Bird, it's just the opposite. The disciple's sword is weak, and the natal sword is invincible.

Xiao Ran's feet were planted in the center of the ripples, he stabilized his mind, looked at the blade of the sword, quickly made a tactic with both hands, and used all his strength to control the sword in the air.