Original God's Dark Priest

"Click!" The green spear hit the ground heavily, and the young immortal gasped for breath, staring at the dark figure in front of him with a pair of amber eyes.

"Floating...cough!" He opened his mouth to speak, but coughed up a mouthful of blood. Seeing the attack from the opposite side coming again, Mandrill tried his best to block it. The moment he was hit, a huge force enveloped him and he flew back. .

The four-armed black shadow was unyielding and rushed towards him with lightning all over the sky. The purple lightning illuminated the dark cave and outlined a touch of astonishment and panic in Mandrill's eyes.

"Boom!!!" The dull sound of flesh colliding sounded, followed by the sound of body colliding with the rock wall. Soon, the cave became quiet, leaving only the sound of lonely coughing.

"How would the emperor feel if he knew that the first Yaksha under him had become like this..." He Puyuan's spear tip pierced the dark figure back and forth, trembling slightly behind him, Mandrill half-kneeling on the ground, looking at each other Slowly dissipated, "Is it an illusion... or... karma?

No...no, this is...ahem...why is this? "

He hasn't been eroded by karma for a long time. Ever since he met Safire, he would purify the karma in his body from time to time, which allowed him to have a good night's sleep like others during this period.

Now, coming into this dark cave, Mandrill once again felt the karma that had entangled him for thousands of years, but this time, it did not take the form of him, but turned into a burly figure with four arms.

This figure was extremely familiar to him. It was exactly the target he came to explore this time: Grand Marshal Fu She of Soaring Snake.

As the battle ended, a sense of exhaustion mixed with the pain in his body hit him. The pain made him sweat on his forehead, and he could only slowly sit on the ground to rest while holding on to the wall.

He couldn't sleep because he didn't know what would happen if he fell asleep in this weird place.

“Mandrill!”… “Mandrill!”…

There was a calling voice in the distance, and Mandrill, who was supporting his body, immediately recognized that it was Ying's voice.

"It's calling me... damn, my body... can't move..." Mandrill just tried to stand up, but his legs were bent by the severe pain, and he had to sit on the ground dejectedly, "Sorry... this time, I may have to miss the appointment. "

The voice gradually faded away... A look of shame flashed in Mandrill's eyes. He had obviously promised to rush to support as soon as possible, but he couldn't do it anymore.

The headache became more and more obvious, and I could vaguely see a burly shadow condensed not far away again. The hands holding Mandrill and Puyuan were shaking. He was injured, but the nightmare karma still followed him, and he would appear from time to time. will appear and attack him.

Seeing the black figure with the shape of a floating house approaching, Mandrill took a deep breath and silently took out a mask: "Yaksha... you must fight for this world, Mandrill, you can't live up to the name of Yaksha.

Even if the body is dead... we must fight to the end, even if the last drop of blood is shed...

Jingyao Nuo dance! "

The moment the mask was applied to his face, the strange wind rose from the soles of his feet. The originally clear wind element was suddenly stained with a touch of dark green, and even his mask became much more ferocious.

The jet-black aura turned into chains and materialized behind Mandrill. This was a manifestation of wear and tear and karma, and it was the torture that Mandrill endured all the time.

"Fushe...this shouldn't be your ending. How ironic it is for you to become a knife slashing at your best friend." Jingyao Nuo dance started, Mandrill's body reached its limit again, and he ignored it The muscles burst and blood spurted out, rushing towards the dark figure like an arrow from the string.

"If you die on the battlefield, that is the fate of Yaksha. I wonder if my ending is worthy of the name of Yaksha."

With a selfless mood, Mandrill began to fight against the various karma that kept emerging here. He could no longer remember how many times he had killed the floating figure, but he couldn't stop, because he discovered that as long as he killed it, If you encounter such a dark shadow, the karma in your body will intensify.

So he couldn't stop because he didn't dare to let the others come into contact with such karma.

He must keep fighting to attract all the black shadows to him, otherwise, it will be very dangerous to expose them.

At the moment of the life and death fight, Mandrill recalled what he had said to the emperor before coming here.

"This journey may be risky, but you insist on going..."

"I have been guarding this place for more than a hundred years and never leave it without permission. Only regarding the matter of Wuming Yaksha, I sincerely ask the emperor for permission."

Mandrill remembers the emperor's answer very clearly: "The nameless Yaksha who clings to the layered rock abyss is already certain to be Fushe. Now that he is sure, do he still have to put himself in danger for a personal confirmation?"

"It's not that I doubt what the Lord said, it's just that... Mandrill can't let it go."

"... "

Mandrill's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he could faintly hear Karma's hysterical roar: "Die here with me!!!"

He can't die yet, at least, he can't die like this until the problem here is completely solved.

However, he couldn't hold on any longer. There were cracks on the Nuo surface, and in front of him was an overwhelming karma. He didn't know where these things came from, but he knew very well that when he was exhausted, he was destroyed by these black things. When the shadow is completely swallowed up.

Finally, as his physical strength was exhausted, the attack slowed down, and the karma transformed into a dazzling lightning, pressing down on his thin body like a mountain.

"Is it over here... Even if you have imagined your own end countless times, will you still not be reconciled when death comes..." Seeing the fist shining with thunder getting closer and closer to him, Mandrill's eyes flashed A moment of relief.

"I have been guarding Liyue... for many years. Is it time to rest?" Mandrill closed his eyes and waited for death to come. "I just feel a little sorry for Mr. Guizhi. I obviously agreed to drink together when I have time."

She always seems to like to drink with me, and she also likes to hide it from the emperor, saying that she likes to see me make a fool of myself after drinking too much, which is really... a bad taste.

It's time now, so it's better not to call her that. Well, it doesn't matter if you just be a little bold. She can't argue with me. What's her name? It's long and hard to pronounce...

Aurora...Aflora? Sapphire...? "

As his voice fell, Karma's transformed fist, shining with lightning, was already approaching his eyes. The hairs on Mandrill's face almost exploded due to the electric charge, but in just such a moment, Karma's transformed iron fist stopped. There.

Mandrill could not feel the expected pain, and slowly opened his eyes, and saw two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly appearing in front of him.

Because of the dark environment, the faces of the two people could not be seen clearly, but Mandrill recognized one of them immediately.

The shorter one caught Karma's thunderous fist head-on. Since her back was to him, her expression could not be seen, but just her back was enough for Mandrill to recognize her identity.

Wearing the same style of clothing as Zhongli, this was the clothing Safire once wore during the Sea Lantern Festival. Her long silver hair was tied into twin tails, with a jade pendant hanging from the tail.

Below the dark gold jacket is a waistband, then a high-slit skirt, and long gilt black stockings with dragon patterns. Who is this person if not Safir?

With her right hand holding a black fist flashing with lightning, Safir's scarlet eyes seemed to be dripping with blood. For unknown reasons, two protrusions appeared on her forehead, as if they were about to grow horns.