When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 231

"......Not dead yet?" Lu Mingxuan's face was extremely ugly.

If he appeared here, wouldn't that mean that all those who were besieging and ambushing on the second floor had been killed?

Why? !

Plum Blossom 8 hid among the students for so long, just to wait for this opportunity.

The opponent's ability was transparent and open, so he could formulate a detailed strategy, plus the pre-consumption, the ghosts attacked, the group siege, the enemy was in the open and we were in the dark.

With all the advantages of time, place and people, and so much effort, it still caused such heavy casualties?

It's so unfair!

The red rain washed away the blood on Xia Wu's body. He stood in the rain, so weak that he seemed to fall down if touched.

But no one dared to take a step forward.

"Ahem..."

The bone spur in his chest continued to hurt him, and Xia Wu couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

However, it was this action of his that scared everyone to take a step back.

Lu Mingxuan took two steps back.

The two times of commanding the encirclement and suppression almost brought out his psychological trauma.

The man in the suit raised the palm-sized rag doll in his hand and pointed it at Xia Wu's face.

After a few seconds, the doll's facial features began to become blurred and distorted, and finally turned into Xia Wu's appearance.

After the synchronization was completed, he grabbed a thick and long steel needle and stabbed it hard into the body of the rag doll.

His ability is called "Cursed Doll", which can synchronize the enemy's senses.

Once the synchronization is completed, the enemy will also feel pain when attacking the doll.

Although it cannot cause damage temporarily, it can amplify the pain dozens of times and transmit it back to the synchronizer.

In the past, the enemies who fought with him eventually died of shock due to the pain.

But this time was different. After the needle went in, the Taoist priest in front of him did not react at all.

"How could it be?" The man in the suit widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

According to common sense, a normal person would definitely tremble with pain when being stabbed like this, and might even faint directly.

But the man in front of him stood there as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

He lowered his head and stared at the rag doll in his hand with some doubts about life.

Broken?

He subconsciously pulled out the steel needle and stabbed it frantically at the rag doll, muttering to himself: "I don't believe this evil!"

You know, the thing he enjoys most on weekdays is to appreciate the painful expressions on other people's faces.

While stabbing, the man in the suit raised his head and paid attention to the changes in the other person's expression.

This sight instantly made him lose his mind.

"Show some expression, you don't even frown, you clearly don't respect my ability!!" The man in the suit roared in his heart.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Xia Wu raised his hand and pointed at him, blood rushed to his fingertips, condensed into a blood-colored light column, and blasted towards the man in the suit's head.

The man in the suit had fallen into self-doubt and didn't notice it at all. Fortunately, his companions around him pulled him up in time to help him avoid the attack.

Xia Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I have already used this ability. Do you think I am still afraid of pain?"

He was covered with wounds, but he did not choose to repair them, but let the blood flow.

......

Looking at this scene, Lu Mingxuan finally understood why Spade 8 ran away that day.

It is definitely not a wise move to confront this kind of opponent who has almost no weaknesses head-on.

"He is dying." Lu Mingxuan stared at the bone spur on his chest, "It's just a matter of time. There is no need to fight. Let's go around."

The others nodded in agreement.

Anyone can see that the Taoist priest in front of him is already at the end of his strength. His shaky body seems to fall down at any time.

However, this does not mean that he has no power to fight back.

No one is willing to take the risk of fighting a dying person to the death. If they really fight, he may take a few people away, which is not worth it.

No one who can survive in this situation is a fool. After everyone reached a consensus, they immediately turned around and ran.

"Run... run again?" Xia Wu looked at their fleeing backs, and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Every time you appear, you sneak attack, and when you end, you run away... I don't know how to describe you."

Xia Wu raised his hand slightly, and the blood around him instantly boiled. They seemed to sense something, excited, restless, and rushed to Xia Wu's fingertips.

The blood gathered together and gradually turned into black violent energy. A strong and terrifying spiritual pressure began to gather around him.

"It was my fault to let people run away last time. I won't do it this time." Xia Wu whispered quietly, speaking quickly: "The faintly revealedThe emblem of turbid light, the unruly and crazy demeanor. "

"Appeared, but denied, paralyzed. Instantly, the long sleep was disturbed, the crawling iron princess, and the clay dolls that self-destructed one after another. "

"Combine, rebound, cover the earth and know your own powerlessness. "

As the last sentence of the chanting ended, Xia Wu showed a satisfied smile on his face, and he pointed to the bastards who were still fleeing: "Ninety of the Broken Path, the Black Coffin. "

Instantly, with him as the center, the dark energy exploded in all directions like a surging tide.

Swish——

A huge black barrier tore through the rain curtain and stood up in front of the fleeing Yongye people.

The black substance carried a gravity flow that could even distort time and space. The person running in the front was instantly torn into pieces by the barrier.

Then, countless black lights intertwined together to form a huge black coffin, covering all the people in Yongye.

Black coffin.

After completing this move, his body became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could no longer support himself and fell to his knees.

This is what Xia Wu has always wanted. A trick that he had been reluctant to release in the past, because his blood did not belong only to him.

Now he finally had a chance.

Lu Mingxuan was right, he was indeed about to die.

The bone spur on his chest greedily sucked his blood, and the ghost wanted to use his spiritual blood to complete the resuscitation.

Moreover, let alone the bone spur could not be pulled out, even if it was pulled out, the wound left on his body could not be repaired.

It can be said that the moment he was successfully attacked, his death was doomed.

"Ah... It doesn't matter if I die here, but if I am devoured by such a disgusting thing, it would be too ugly." Xia Wu murmured.

Although the Black Hall was powerful, it only used one-third of his existing blood to activate it.

Those trapped inside were not weak in strength, and could only be trapped for four minutes at most.

"Four minutes?"

Xia Wu stretched his hand to his waist with difficulty, as if looking for something.