Chapter 107 Desperate Situation?

Vengeful spirit? Where did the vengeful spirit come from?

Hei Wuchang's heart suddenly shuddered. The little vengeful spirit in front of him posed no threat to him, but the one who could drive the vengeful spirit must be the Night Wanderer.

The leader of the Dark Night Rose found me? Planning to rob the thieves directly?

When Hei Wuchang was in doubt, hurried footsteps came, and then a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, looking into the alley curiously.

It was a handsome young man, looking over with a bit of hope and curiosity.

When their eyes met, the young man's face suddenly froze.

Hei Wuchang saw more complicated emotions in his eyes than his own, surprise, astonishment, fear.

Night Wanderer? His aura was not strong, he was not from the Dark Night Rose, Taiyi Sect? No, at this point in time, the one who appeared here must be an official, a direct descendant of Fu Qingyang

Then thinking about the injustice of heaven being manipulated.

Yuanshi Tianzun? This name flashed through Hei Wuchang's mind.

Damn, Hei Wuchang? ! Wasn't he fighting in school? Why is he here? The little idiot is hurting me! !

Zhang Yuanqing quickly pressed the wireless headset and shouted: "Captain Teng Yuan, Hei Wuchang is here with me, come quickly, the location is..."

Before he finished speaking, Hei Wuchang rushed over like a big bird, stepping on the wall, his pupils shrank into slits, and his brown eyeballs turned amber.

Sharp bone spurs grew on his back, elbows, and knees, piercing his clothes with a "rip".

Sorry, I disturbed you, goodbye. Zhang Yuanqing didn't have time to talk, and quickly retreated, while using the night wandering skill to hide his figure.

Hei Wuchang's attack was too fast, and he didn't even have time to recall the little idiot, and only sent the child a "run for life" command.

A level 6 Saint with an evil profession at the peak of the realm of Saints, let alone a level 2 Night Wanderer like himself, even a level 4 Night Wanderer would probably die on the spot.

Hei Wuchang was the confidant of the former vice president of the Psychic Society, and he was also a big boss.

Zhang Yuanqing's idea was very clear - escape!

But he couldn't escape completely. Although he didn't understand why he appeared here, since he was here, the ambush of Fu Qingyang and the elders of the Baihua Society must have gone wrong.

At this time, what he had to do was to entangle the other party as much as possible to buy time for the big guys.

Teng Yuan had received his message.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs were burning, his throat was sore and itchy, he coughed violently, his head was dizzy, and his figure emerged immediately.

I don't know when, he has been poisoned by the Gu.

"Crack!" Hei Wuchang, who was covered with bone spurs, bounced his knees and ricocheted in the sound of the concrete road cracking, without intending to give the enemy a chance to react.

He was confident that he could kill the Night Wanderer in front of him within two or three moves.

When a high-level warrior hunts a low-level warrior, it is always quick and easy.

The shrill sound of the wind blew in his face. Zhang Yuanqing looked at the enemy who was in front of him in an instant. The hair on his back stood up. He endured the discomfort of his body and opened the inventory with a thought.

The next moment, the yellow gem was in his hand. His feet sank and his shoulders seemed to be pressed by a mountain.

"Bang!"

Hei Wuchang retracted his right shoulder, bent his elbow, and pushed his right arm with strong muscles. His straight punch was like a spear, stabbing out fiercely.

The khaki light curtain shook violently, like bubbles in the wind.

Thump, thump, thump. Zhang Yuanqing staggered back, and every step cracked the concrete road.

"Bang!"

Another punch, the gem in Zhang Yuanqing's hand made a slight "crack" sound, and fine cracks appeared.

"Bang!"

The third punch was thrown, and the Steady Pearl could no longer support it, shattered into powder, and the light curtain dissipated.

Zhang Yuanqing's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was pale.

Hei Wuchang kept his pace and approached closely. The fourth punch hit Zhang Yuanqing's head, and the air made an explosive roar.

Zhang Yuanqing's body collapsed, and he narrowly avoided this fatal punch.

At some point, a pair of brand new red dancing shoes were put on his feet. After dodging the straight punch with a split, the red dancing shoes bounced up and first jumped with a rotation to avoid the sweeping leg of Hei Wuchang.

Then, with super strong prediction, he jumped sideways to avoid the vertical chop of the bone spur.

During the whole process, Zhang Yuanqing, the master, felt dizzy and coughed up blood, and won completely.

"There are many props."

Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows. As a night wandering god in the extraordinary stage, he has two props, which is very rich.

This Yuanshi Tianzun can pass through two S-level spiritual realms, and his worth is indeed not cheap.

"Go, go quickly." Zhang Yuanqing uttered weakly, ordering Hongwuxie.

At this moment, he had no idea of ​​delaying time at all. He was too strong. The witch and Gu Master at the peak of the Saint Realm was too strong. He would kill him instantly when they met. The difference in strength and speed was too great, and there was no possibility of close combat.

This was also the reason why he did not take out the bloodthirsty blade.

As for the ghost bride, the ghost bride's level should also be at the Saint Realm, but there is a big gap between saints.

He was not very clear about the specific level of the ghost bride, but he knew that Hei Wuchang was an evil profession and a level 6 saint, which meant that at the same stage, there were very few people who could beat Hei Wuchang.

Once he made a wrong judgment, he would have no room for maneuver and would be dead.

Hongwuxie immediately rushed towards the residential building with his useless owner, clattering on the steep wall as if it were flat ground.

The rules of the red dancing shoes ignore the terrain.

It is both a hunting artifact and sometimes a life-saving artifact.

"Want to escape?"

Hei Wuchang sneered and did not chase him. Instead, he reached out into the void and grabbed a simple scarecrow, the size of a palm, with purple talismans attached to the front and back, exuding a corrupt and decadent atmosphere.

The scarecrow's face twisted, squirming and growing eyes and a nose, which looked like Zhang Yuanqing, and its two feet were also stained with a touch of red light.

Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's feet with two fingers and exerted force.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was running wildly in the building, suddenly felt his momentum stagnate. Looking down, the brand new body of the red dancing shoes was covered with a layer of gray, like a broken shoe that had been discarded for decades.

He fell uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground, raising fine dust on the street.

"Cough, cough."

Zhang Yuanqing coughed violently, coughing up blood. There was a serious problem with his lungs, and the toxins spread throughout his body. If it weren't for his strong vitality, he would have died of organ failure at this time.

"Nice shoes, they belong to me!" Hei Wuchang pinched the scarecrow's head with two fingers, and exerted great force, trying to kill the little bug with his hands.

At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing looked up to the sky and howled, and a bright moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on him.

Howling Moon!

He used this to recover some strength, grabbed the demon-suppressing pestle from the inventory, and stabbed his thigh with force.

The brilliant golden light burst out, and Zhang Yuanqing's face was just covered with a gray shadow, which was dispelled by the golden light.

Unfortunately, the power of purification only targets the owner himself, and the red dancing shoes are still eroded by the gray, temporarily losing their magic.

Zhang Yuanqing took a few breaths, and the power of purification dispelled some of the toxins, and the pain was no longer intense, but it was limited to this.

The poison of the Saint Realm witch was too strong and too terrible. At the beginning, he was half disabled.

The Steady Orb was broken, the Flame Gloves were definitely useless, the Red Dance Shoes were contaminated, the Dream Jade Talisman had been used, and the Demon Subduing Pestle was good at purification, but not good at killing enemies. In order to keep a low profile today, I didn't bring the Elvis speaker, but it would be useless if I brought it.

The Ghost Bride should be able to stop him, but it is highly unlikely that it can really threaten the evil profession of the Saint Peak

Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed through all his props, and he found desperately that he was in a desperate situation.

This was the most terrible and powerful enemy he had encountered since he became a Spirit Realm Walker.

"There are still props? The power of the sun?"

Hei Wuchang was shocked. The bead he broke was fine, it was of the quality of the extraordinary stage, but the red dance shoes that could automatically dodge, and the brass pestle he just took out, the quality was definitely not comparable to the props of the extraordinary stage.

Especially the brass pestle, which actually contains the power of the sun, indicating that this prop contains some dominant-level power.

"An unexpected surprise, an unexpected surprise"

Hei Wuchang laughed, and his slender eyes burst into greedy joy.

"I'm so happy for you"

Just then, the light on the window on the second floor came on, and a bald old man pushed open the window, stuck his head out, and cursed at the two people under the window.

Oops! Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

Hei Wuchang raised his eyes and looked at the bald old man coldly.

The next moment, the old man covered his neck, foamed at the mouth, fell out of the window, twitched his limbs a few times, and soon died.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes twitched. At this time, more and more windows lit up, and the residents in the building were woken up one after another.

Hei Wuchang immediately cast his eyes on Zhang Yuanqing, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Seeing this, he no longer hesitated, took out the red veil and put it on his head.

Hopefully, reinforcements will arrive while the ghost bride is entangled with Hei Wuchang.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized something was wrong. The terrifying and majestic Yin Qi did not descend, and the nearby sounds suddenly disappeared.

The whole world was dead silent.

Hei Wuchang did not take the opportunity to kill him.

What happened? Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously wanted to take off the red veil, but was surprised to find that his hands were out of control.

He could only turn his eyes and try his best to peek into the narrow field of vision under the red veil.

At this glance, Zhang Yuanqing finally understood what happened. He saw that his body had turned grayish white, and the hard manhole cover and cement road surface under him were also covered with a light layer of grayish white.

What power took away the color?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard a vague, low, and indistinguishable voice, chuckling:

"I remember correctly, it's this time, this place. I haven't seen you for a long time, Hei Wuchang."

Hei Wuchang's terrified voice:

"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 the sound of someone falling to the ground, with a plop.

Who is coming? Which big boss of which force, the leader of the Dark Night Rose? No, Hei Wuchang's reaction is a bit extreme. Zhang Yuanqing's heart exploded.

But he couldn't move, and he didn't know what fate he would face next.

After an unknown amount of time, he kept glancing at him with a narrow field of vision under the veil, and saw the gray and white color receding like a tide.

The world regained its color.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't wait to lift the red veil and look closely.

A dozen meters away, a figure was lying quietly. It was Hei Wuchang. The sorcerer's eyes were wide open, and an expression of fear and astonishment froze on his face.

He lost his life.

Next to the body, a finely crafted crystal cup full of cracks lay quietly.

The little sun in the cup disappeared.

Did the man take away the things left by the Demon Lord, but did not touch the Holy Grail? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled, got up with difficulty, staggered to the side of Hei Wuchang's body, and picked up the cracked crystal cup.

He held this rule-based prop in his hand.