A Wraith? Where did the Wraith come from?
Hei Wuchang suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The little Wraith in front of him posed no threat to him, but anyone who could command Wraiths must be a Night Wanderer.
Has the leader of the Dark Night Rose found me? Planning to double-cross me directly?
While Hei Wuchang was in bewildered suspicion, hurried footsteps came, and then, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, curiously peering inside.
It was a rather handsome young man, with a hint of hope and curiosity, looking over.
The eyes of the two sides met, and the young man's face suddenly froze.
Hei Wuchang saw emotions in his eyes that were more complex than his own: surprise, astonishment, fear.
A Night Wanderer? Weak aura, not from the Dark Night Rose, from the Taiyi School? No, at this time, someone who would appear here must be from the official side, a direct descendant of Fu Qingyang…
And considering the manipulation of the injustice of Heaven…
Yuan Shi Tianzun? The name flashed through Hei Wuchang's mind.
Damn it, Hei Wuchang?! Wasn't he fighting in school? Why is he here? Little Doubi screwed me over!!
Zhang Yuanqing quickly pressed the wireless earpiece and shouted, "Squad Leader Teng Yuan, Hei Wuchang is here with me, come quickly, the location is…"
Before he could finish speaking, Hei Wuchang pounced over, stepping on the walls like a large bird. His pupils contracted into slits, and his brown eyes turned amber.
Sharp bone spurs grew from his back, elbows, and knees, tearing through his clothes with a "tearing" sound.
Sorry, sorry for disturbing you, goodbye! Zhang Yuanqing didn't bother to speak, quickly retreating, and at the same time using his Night Wanderer skill to conceal his figure.
Hei Wuchang's attack was too fast, he didn't even have time to recall Little Doubi, only sending the child a "run for your life" command.
An evil professional at the peak of level 6 Saint Realm, not to mention a level 2 Night Wanderer like himself, even a level 4 Night Wanderer would probably die on the spot.
Hei Wuchang was a confidant of the former vice-chairman of the Psionic Society, and also considered a big shot occupying one side.
Zhang Yuanqing's thinking was very clear - escape!
But he couldn't escape completely. Although he didn't understand why he was here, since he himself was here, Fu Qingyang and the elders of the Hundred Flowers Association's ambush must have gone wrong.
At this time, what he had to do was to entangle the opponent as much as possible, buying time for the big shots.
Teng Yuan had already received his message.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs burned, and his throat was sore and itchy. He coughed violently, his head dizzy, and his figure immediately appeared.
He didn't know when, but he had already been poisoned by Gu.
"Ka!" Hei Wuchang, covered in bone spurs, bounced up with both knees, and in the sound of the cement pavement cracking, he shot over, not planning to give the enemy any chance to react.
He was confident that he could kill the Night Wanderer in front of him within two or three moves.
High-level powerhouses hunting low-level ones has always been straightforward.
The shrill wind rushed towards him, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the enemy who was instantly in front of him, his spine tingling, he endured the discomfort in his body, and with a thought, opened the item bar.
The next moment, a golden bead was in his hand, his feet sank, and his shoulders felt like they were carrying a mountain.
"Bang!"
Hei Wuchang's right shoulder retracted, his elbow bent, his strong muscles propelled his right arm, and a straight punch pierced out like a spear.
The earthy yellow light curtain trembled violently, like a bubble in the wind.
Deng deng deng. Zhang Yuanqing staggered back, each foot cracking the cement pavement.
"Bang!"
Another punch, and the bead in Zhang Yuanqing's hand made a "crack" sound, bursting with fine cracks.
"Bang!"
The third punch was thrown, and the Bead of the Stoic could no longer hold on, shattering into powder, and the light curtain dissipated.
Blood overflowed from Zhang Yuanqing's mouth and nose, and his face was pale.
Hei Wuchang didn't stop, getting closer, and a fourth punch slammed towards Zhang Yuanqing's head, the air exploding with a roar.
Zhang Yuanqing's body collapsed, narrowly avoiding this fatal punch.
He didn't know when, but a pair of brand new red dancing shoes were on his feet. After dodging the straight punch with a split, the red dancing shoes sprang up, first dodging Hei Wuchang's sweeping leg with a spinning jump.
Then, with super-strong prediction, he avoided the bone spur chop with a horizontal jump.
Throughout the process, Zhang Yuanqing, the owner, was dizzy, constantly coughing up blood, and completely winning by lying down.
"Not bad with the props…"
Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows. As a Night Wanderer in the extraordinary stage, having two props was very rich.
This Yuan Shi Tianzun could pass two S-level The Way of the Extraordinary, and his net worth was indeed considerable.
"Go, go quickly!" Zhang Yuanqing weakly spat out, ordering the red dancing shoes.
At this moment, he no longer had the idea of delaying time. He was too strong, the Gu Master at the peak of the Saint Realm was too strong. Meeting was a kill, and the difference in strength and speed was too great. There was no possibility of close combat.
This was also why he didn't take out the Bloodthirsty Blade.
As for the Ghost Bride, the Ghost Bride's level should also be in the Saint Realm, but there was a big difference between Saint and Saint.
He wasn't sure of the Ghost Bride's specific level, but he knew that Hei Wuchang was an evil profession, a level 6 Saint, which meant that there were very few who could beat Hei Wuchang in the same stage.
Once he made a wrong judgment, he would have no room to maneuver and would be dead.
The red dancing shoes immediately took the useless owner, and ran towards the residential building, walking on the steep walls as if walking on flat ground.
The rule of the red dancing shoes: ignore the terrain.
It was both a chasing artifact, and sometimes a life-saving artifact.
"Want to escape?"
Hei Wuchang sneered, didn't chase, but reached into the void and grabbed a simple straw man, the size of a palm, with purple runes pasted on the front and back, exuding a corrupt and depraved aura.
The straw man's face twisted, wriggling to grow eyes and a nose, and was actually Zhang Yuanqing's appearance, and its two feet were also stained with a red light.
Hei Wuchang pinched the straw man's feet with two fingers and exerted force.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was running wildly on the building, suddenly felt his momentum stagnate. Looking down, the brand new shoe body of the red dancing shoes was covered with a layer of gray, as if it had been discarded for decades.
He fell uncontrollably, falling heavily on the ground, and fine dust rose from the street.
"Cough cough…"
Zhang Yuanqing coughed violently, coughing up blood. There was a serious problem with his lungs, and the poison spread throughout his body. If it weren't for his strong vitality, he would have died of organ failure by now.
"The shoes are good, they're mine!" Hei Wuchang pinched the straw man's head with two fingers, exerted force, and was about to pinch the little bug to death. Almost at the same time, Zhang Yuanqing looked up to the sky and roared, and a bright moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on him.
Howling at the Moon!
He used this to recover some strength, grabbed the Vajra Pestle from the item bar, and stabbed his thigh hard.
A brilliant golden light erupted, and the shadow that had just covered Zhang Yuanqing's face was dispelled by the golden light.
Unfortunately, the power of purification was only for the owner himself. The red dancing shoes were still eroded by the gray, and temporarily lost their power.
Zhang Yuanqing gasped for a few breaths, and the power of purification dispelled some of the toxins. The pain was no longer strong, but that was it.
The Gu Master in the Saint Realm was too toxic and terrible. At the beginning, he was directly half-crippled.
The Bead of the Stoic was broken, the Flame Gauntlets must be useless, the red dancing shoes were polluted, the Jade Amulet of Dreamwalking had been used, the Vajra Pestle was good at purification, but not good at killing enemies. Today, in order to keep a low profile, the Cat King Speaker wasn't brought, but it wouldn't have been useful anyway…
The Ghost Bride should be able to block him, but it was unlikely that he could truly threaten the evil profession at the peak of the Saint Realm…
Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed through his various props, and despairingly discovered that he was in a desperate situation.
This was the most terrifying and powerful enemy he had encountered since becoming The Way of the Extraordinary.
"More props? Power of the Sun God?"
Hei Wuchang was startled. He didn't care about the bead that he had broken, the quality of the extraordinary stage, but the red dancing shoes that could automatically dodge, and the brass pestle that he had just taken out, the quality was definitely not comparable to the props of the extraordinary stage.
Especially the brass pestle, which actually contained the power of the sun god, indicating that this prop contained part of the power of the Dominator level.
"Unexpected surprise, unexpected surprise…"
Hei Wuchang laughed, his slender eyes shooting out greedy joy.
"Surprise your mother's Gobi!"
At this moment, the lights on the second floor window turned on, and a bald old man opened the window, poked his head out, and cursed at the two people under the window. Crap! Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart.
Hei Wuchang raised his eyes and glanced coldly at the bald old man.
The next moment, the old man covered his neck, foaming at the mouth, and fell from the window, his limbs twitching a few times, and soon died. The corner of Zhang Yuanqing's eyes twitched. At this time, more and more windows lit up, and the residents in the building were awakened one after another.
156n.
Hei Wuchang immediately turned his gaze to Zhang Yuanqing, his eyes full of murderous intent.
Seeing this, he didn't hesitate, took out the red hijab, and put it on his head.
He hoped that reinforcements would arrive in time while the Ghost Bride entangled Hei Wuchang.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly noticed something was wrong. The terrifying and majestic yin energy didn't descend, and the nearby sounds suddenly disappeared.
The whole world was silent.
Hei Wuchang didn't take the opportunity to attack him either.
What's going on? Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously wanted to take off the red hijab, but was shocked to find that his hands didn't obey his commands.
He could only turn his eyeballs and try his best to peek at the narrow field of vision under the red hijab.
With this look, Zhang Yuanqing finally understood what was happening. He saw that his body had turned gray and white, and the hard well cover and cement pavement under him were also covered with a shallow layer of gray and white.
Color, what power had taken it away?
Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard a faint, low voice that was difficult to distinguish, chuckling:
"If I remember correctly, it's this time, this place… long time no see, Hei Wuchang."
Hei Wuchang's voice was full of fear and confusion:
"It's you?!
"How could it be you? How could it be you… no, this is impossible, this is impossible…"
The voice stopped abruptly.
Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard someone falling to the ground with a thud.
Who came? Which faction's big shot? The leader of the Dark Night Rose? No, Hei Wuchang's reaction was a bit too extreme. Zhang Yuanqing was anxious.
But he couldn't move, and he didn't know what fate awaited him next.
Time passed, he didn't know how long.
His eyes always glancing at the narrow field of vision under the hijab, he saw the gray and white colors recede like the tide.
The world regained its color.
Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't wait to lift the red hijab and looked intently.
Ten meters away, a figure was quietly lying there. It was Hei Wuchang, the Gu Master, his eyes wide open, his expression of horror and astonishment frozen on his face.
He had lost his life.
Beside the corpse, a delicate, cracked crystal cup lay quietly.
The little sun in the cup was gone.
That person took away the things left by the Demon Lord, but didn't touch the Holy Grail? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled, struggled to get up, and staggered to Hei Wuchang's corpse, picked up the cracked crystal cup.
He held this rule-based prop in his hand.
p: I was just busy eating melons today, sorry, sorry.