The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father
Chapter 4981 - Brother Qing, Are You Okay (Seeking Votes)
They have lost the courage and ability to resist.
Sooner or later, this world will be destroyed!
They ...... are just greedy and want to die a little later!
Han Jiaming listened to the cries and roars of the monks, and didn't pay any attention to them, but looked down at Ouyang Qing with a happy expression on his face.
Ouyang Qing's speed was really fast, and he was only a virtual immortal.
His body speed surprisingly surpassed his.
It was with his strange positioning and body technique that he was able to persist until now without being caught by the Kuojin.
But the wounds on his body were getting more and more, and the fowl poison was spreading faster and faster.
But soon, there was no way for him to escape.
Because the speed of the advanced and mutated fowl ghosts increased dramatically.
One of them, a third-grade fowl, swelled up several times, disappeared in an instant, and grabbed Ouyang Qing.
Its huge claws pinned Ouyang's whole body up.
The mouth of the blood basin opened wide to swallow him.
Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen turned pale and tried to rush up to save him, but they were tripped up by the nurse ghosts beside them.
However, they were tripped up by the homunculus ghosts around them and could not get out.
On the other side, Jiyuan was also in a desperate situation.
The fifth-ranked Kuo Ghost ripped off his arm and swallowed his golden bowl.
With red eyes, it pounced over to Jiyuan, who was already badly injured.
Han Jiaming's eyes were glowing with excitement.
He looked this way and that way, waiting to see the scene where Jiyuan and Ouyang Qing were torn apart.
He didn't even bother to kill the second-rank surrogate ghosts that jumped on him, just casually avoided them.
At this moment, everyone, no matter whether they were in the protector camp or the immortal cultivator camp, they were all in a dazed state of despair.
They even lost the desire to fight, and subconsciously looked in the direction where the local ghosts were gathering and slaughtering.
It's hopeless, this world is hopeless!
Soon it will be destroyed.
And they, all of them, will die.
Someone couldn't help but howl loudly.
Some people couldn't suppress their dry heaves, and laughed like mad.
At this moment, no one noticed that the Pill King's Palace, not far away, was lit up with a pale light.
It was colorful, and mixed with a lingering black mist.
Only Li Wei Dye, who was left alone in the guardian camp, opened his eyes slightly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Ouyang Qing, who was caught by the third-ranked Kuo ghost and sent into his mouth, looked at the direction of Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen, gently hooked his lips and smiled: "I can't repay the many times that the Stygian Army has saved me. If there is a chance in my next life, I hope I can return the favor. Brother Yan, if you can still see Xiaosheng, please tell her for me ......".
Before Ouyang Qing could finish his sentence, he saw Yan Haotian and Bai Yichen's faces change.
It wasn't anger, powerlessness, or despair.
Rather, they were incredibly shocked.
Ouyang Qing's heart inexplicably trembled.
In this battlefield where flesh and blood were flying and the stench of decay filled the air, the tip of his nose felt as if he could smell it.
His nostrils seemed to smell a familiar odor.
In the next moment, he felt that his vision was rapidly falling.
Behind him came the angry and painful roar of a third-order fowl.
The claws holding him slowly melted away as he fell.
A layer of golden substance was attached to the claw at some point.
It was like spiritual power or flame.
The flesh and blood of the local ghosts were quickly burned and evaporated.
In a trance, Hiram Ouyang felt himself being held by someone and fell to the ground.
A familiar voice could be heard in his ear, "Hiram, are you okay?".
Hiram Ouyang slowly turned his head to look, and there was a familiar, handsome face.
Those clear eyes, reflecting his shadow, and the worry and concern that could not be concealed.
"Little ...... Sheng ......"