Eternal Night

Chapter 62: Myself...

Wu Xianxiao carried the two people and went straight out of the sea of ​​fire. When they landed on the ground, he put them down and held a dozen metal beads in his hand.

From the moment the three men suddenly threw the N5 bombs to the moment the Guifan Building collapsed, it took less than a minute.
The cultivators around Guifan Tower were still in a daze, completely unaware of what was happening. Although dozens of cultivators had been evaporated, they did not flee. Instead, they stood there and continued to watch, like prairie dogs.

This is the stupid look of people in ancient society who had not been hit by overheated weapons. After hearing the explosion and seeing the flames, they still dared to stand there and eat melons?
After Wu Xianxiao stood up, he scattered beans around. Since he liked eating melons so much, he might as well eat enough at once.

Suddenly, a series of terrifying light and heat directly evaporated everything around.

In fact, Wu Xianxiao was also shocked.

This N5 bomb was completely different from the grenades and explosives he knew about.

This doesn't rely on metal fragments to increase its power, nor does it rely on the waves of explosion to destroy objects. This is a fucking super-high-tech bomb that directly bursts out a plasma reaction of twenty square meters.

This is why Wu Xianxiao mentioned before that this kind of bomb directly destroyed twenty square meters, and it was not because the affected area was twenty square meters, because it was true that twenty square meters were directly destroyed!

In a series of energy melting and evaporating, all the buildings in this underground cavity were almost completely emptied.

But what surprised the three was that there were still people alive, and not just one or two. Even with such a horrific bombing, there were still dozens of monks alive. Not only in Guifan Tower, but also among the monks setting up stalls outside.

However, the conditions of these monks were obviously very miserable. Basically, being torn into pieces was worse than them. Some of them turned into broken pieces of flesh, some turned into a piece of human skin, some were left with only a head and a section of spine, and some were even left with only their shadows. At first glance, the scene looked like a hundred ghosts parading at night.

At this time, Xu Shilan and Yamade also stood up at the same time. The three of them looked at each other, then all laughed grimly, and began to throw "Pure Yang Immortal Thunder" at the dozens of surviving cultivators.

There is no need to think about it. Almost all the monks who can survive the N5 bomb attack are senior demons and monsters. If they are allowed to escape, they will be in endless trouble.

These disabled monks basically flew away, which naturally did not pose any problem for the N5 bomb that could be thrown away. A thumb-sized bomb was easily thrown into the air, and then directly annihilated the rock formations above their heads, revealing the night sky outside.

Because this was not damage caused by an explosion, the damage to the geological structure was not severe, but the light of the blue flame plasma was extremely conspicuous in the night, like a small sun appearing on the edge of the dark city.

After a round of bombing, there were still a few monks who were not dead. The remaining fragments fell to the ground, but they were still trying to crawl and escape.

A small piece of human skin fell near the three people. It belonged to the cultivator named Huang Yaoyan. Only half of her face skin was left, and it was already charred black, but she still seemed to be alive.

The charred, empty mouth opened and closed, and an eerie, noisy sound was heard.

"...Sister, I'm not being cruel, but if you want to master the skills of Painted Skin Green, you must have twins of the same bloodline. Take the skin of one of them to wrap your body, and then invade..."

"...Sister, it hurts, sister, it hurts..."

"……elder sister……"

The human skin suddenly broke into pieces. Xu Shilan and Yamade could not see anything deeper, but Wu Xianxiao could see it. He saw a woman without skin on her body, with a piece of female human skin wrapped around her. The two were entangled and disappeared.

The three of them didn't say anything, but started throwing N5 bombs at some squirming debris on the ground. At this moment, a voice sounded on a piece of meat: "Spare my life, Immortal, spare my life, I know where the owner of Guifan Tower is!"

There was another broken porcelain piece with some pieces of meat entangled behind it. This piece of porcelain also shouted, "I know it too. Spare my life. I know it too!!"

The three of them looked at each other again and tacitly avoided the two deformed pieces of flesh. Judging from the voices, it seemed to be the previous vase master Jiang Xianzhi and the corpse keeper Yang Muyi. As expected, the people who came out to greet them were all strong men of the front level.

The rest of the fragments, pieces of flesh, and various objects began to scream for mercy, but the three of them didn't care about that and bombed the ground with bombs. No matter whether they were the founder of the Demonic Path or the evil monster, all beings were equal under N5, and they were all completely reduced to ashes.

The pieces of flesh and porcelain were wriggling and healing rapidly at this time, but only two heads grew out, and there was nothing under the heads. The two heads looked at each other, and saw incomparable horror in each other's eyes.

Damn, it’s so rare to get something from the immortals!

Damn the few cards given by the elders!
From the time they blew up the Guifan Tower until now, these three people have thrown out at least three hundred Pure Yang Immortal Thunders. Can this be called rare?
It’s enough for taking a bath!
The two of them naturally didn't know what the so-called arms dealer arsenal meant, but at this time the same idea came to their minds.

Could it be that the elders of these three people are the legendary gods from the Thunder Department of the Fairyland?
Otherwise, how could there be so many thunder beads?

If he had known earlier, that idiot would have provoked this second-generation immortal?

Are they here to gain experience? No, they are here to play with mortals like them!!
The two of them were thinking MMP in their hearts, but they could only smile and look at the three people who surrounded them with a flattering look.

"Tell me, where is the owner of Guifan Tower?" Wu Xianxiao asked first.

Both heads were silent. Jiang Xianzhi suddenly said, "Immortal, can you stand first..." Wu Xianxiao didn't even finish listening to his words. He stretched out his hand and lifted up his head. The blood and qi in his body burst out at the same time. Although his palm was also corroded, the head was also burning. Moreover, the burning speed of the head was countless times faster than the corrosion speed of his palm.

“Mercy, mercy…”

Wu Xianxiao looked at Yang Muyi's head on the ground again. Yang Muyi shouted in horror, "Please spare my life. I am willing to be the immortal's servant. I dare not say it. The owner of the building has detained our souls. If I say it, I will die immediately. Spare my life, spare my life!!"

Xu Shilan and Yamade were watching and listening, and Yamade laughed and said, "If you don't tell me, you'll die on the spot, but if you tell me, you might still survive, so do you want to take a gamble?"

Yang Muyi just shook his head with a gloomy expression.

Wu Xianxiao looked at Yang Muyi carefully, then looked at the head that had burned to charcoal in his hand. He sneered, then reached out from his neck and grabbed the yellow lotus fragment in his hand. Then he focused his attention on the two heads.

Wu Xianxiao has now probably discovered that the strength of his inspiration is related to his level of concentration. The more he concentrates and the more he wants to see the "truth" in his mind, the more his inspiration will explore deeper truths.

At this time he concentrated his attention and stuck the Coptis chinensis fragments on his palms. This was the effect of the Coptis chinensis fragments he had recently discovered. The larger the area of ​​contact with his body, the stronger the effect of the Coptis chinensis fragments he could exert.

As his inspiration took effect and the Yellow Lotus fragment fit perfectly with his palm, he saw a deeper "truth". There were two phantoms, the phantom of the burning head in his hand and the phantom of the head on the ground. They were two human figures. The phantom of the burning head in his hand had begun to dissipate, while the phantom of the head on the ground was still relatively complete.

This is the soul.

Wu Xianxiao made a rough guess. He looked intently at the two souls and saw that the two souls were indeed partially incomplete. Then there was a line extending into the distance from the incomplete part. His eyes followed the line and saw that the line fell directly under the burning ruins of the Guifan Building in the distance.

Xu Shilan and Yamade also followed Wu Xianxiao's gaze and looked underground. At the same time, the charcoal-gray head in Wu Xianxiao's hand and the head that was healing itself on the ground howled at the same time. Both heads shattered at the same time. In Wu Xianxiao's eyes, the two incomplete souls were directly destroyed by some force.

The three of them looked at each other and raised the N5 bombs in their hands at the same time.

At this moment, a low voice rang out throughout the underground space.

"How dare you, youngster!?"

"You've gone too far, destroying my building and killing my apprentice. Now you're going to destroy even this dojo?"

At the same time as the voice appeared, the ground suddenly bulged out from where the Guifan Building collapsed, and a huge human face made of rock emerged. This big face was seven or eight meters long, and its mouth, ears, nose and eyes all emitted green phosphorescent light. As it stood up from the ground, the three of them felt cold all over, with gusts of cold wind blowing, and a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow rushed towards them.

Except for Wu Xianxiao, Yamade and Xu Shilan actually felt stiff and unable to move.

The face of this person said: "Young man, I am..."

Hundreds of "Pure Yang Immortal Thunders" were thrown towards them.

The human face didn't even have time to make more movements. Seeing hundreds of "Pure Yang Immortal Thunders" coming head-on, it was frightened to the point of losing its soul. Its mouth opened wide, and countless ghosts and spirits visible to the naked eye turned into a green torrent and rushed out, fixing the hundreds of "Pure Yang Immortal Thunders" two or three meters away from the human face.

"Youngster, if your elders came, it would be fine, but I am..."

A smile of sarcasm and relief appeared on the human face, but the next moment, all the "Pure Yang Immortal Thunder" exploded, the blue flames turned into plasma, and then turned into spherical plasma, all the ghosts and spirits disappeared, and everything they touched was directly annihilated, and more than half of the entire huge human face was burned through.

The horrific howls resounded throughout the underground, and even the entire hole was shaking violently, as if something horrible was pouring out from under the former Guifan Building.

The three of them looked at each other without saying a word, but began to take out handfuls of N5 bombs from their pockets, and then threw them one by one at the remains of the human face and the area below it.

More than a hundred "Pure Yang Immortal Thunders" were fired, and the man's face completely disappeared into thin air, while the trembling of the entire empty cave was suppressed.

The three men did not stop and took out a large number of N5 bombs and continued bombing.

The source of all terror was insufficient firepower. This was true during the Third and Fourth World Wars. Otherwise, how could the entire solar system be destroyed?

We can already blow up planets, so who the hell is still trying to manipulate a delicate scalpel among a bunch of enemies!
After the explosion, the three men subconsciously took out N5 bombs from their pockets. Then the eerie voice sounded again: "I... spare my life! Immortal, spare my life. No, I have no intention of offending you. Please spare my life!!"

The tone of voice, which was originally eerie and ghostly, became more and more normal and more and more shrill as it went on.

This shrill sound was transmitted far away through the holes in the rock above, echoing throughout half of the city of Bianliang.

(End of this chapter)