The layers of black nets lifted up from the ground were compressing the space for Hodgton's activities as soon as they appeared, and the dense and terrifying number of black line maps filled his line of sight.

This is much more brutal than Hockedon kicking a sarcophagus just now. He immediately changed his color and rubbed his feet fiercely on the ground, but saw the strange deformation of the rocks on the ground. Tombstones stood beside him.

"Stone Lian!"

The red light surged in Hodgton's hand, swiping toward the surroundings, and the tombstones shattered and condensed into countless thorns and stone spears that flashed with cold light, and stabbed all around.

There was no unexpected snapping sound, the stone spear sharp enough to pierce the steel did not cause any damage to the black net. Shooting in it was as if the shock force was removed in a strange slippage, and it moved along the closed net. The edge spins and then falls powerlessly to the ground.

"These lines are weird!"

Hodgdon's heart froze, and the evil wind hit his ears and temples. He turned his head subconsciously, with a grin at the corners of his mouth, and opened his fingers to grab Yaerlin's fist, "Bone refinement!"

The silent collision, the air seemed to vibrate with a layer of ripples, and even the sound was eerily annihilated. Yaerlin felt that the periosteum of his hand seemed to tremble, which was so slight that he couldn't feel it if he didn't notice it carefully, and then there was a click. With a crisp sound, Hodgeton's claws seemed to be crushed by a bulldozer. All five fingers were cracked and shattered, and Bai Sensen's thick bones were pierced through the flesh and blood in horror.

Yaerlin's eyes flashed brightly, his front legs bowed forward, his fists opened, and the tiger's mouth stretched out to Hodgdon's neck, and his **** licked the color of the dark marks.

His scalp suddenly went numb, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He kicked the ground and flew back, but behind him was also a rapidly shrinking black net prison, like a locked cage forcing him to have nowhere to dodge, so he could only continue to grit his teeth and follow Yaerlin. Close combat.

bang bang bang...

In the sound of fists and feet colliding, the red light of the bones seemed to be broken into pieces. Hockedon reluctantly slipped his feet and fell to the ground, rolling around to avoid Yaerlin's attack. A broken cross hanging from a perforated iron chain, "Refining? Repentance!"

A carved corpse was tied to the cross. The red light emerged. The corpse seemed to be alive. The red light on the wrinkled and dry body was like a burning flame. And his own face was strangely turned into a scorched and wrinkled skin.

All around the stone hall, on the ground, on the walls, including the top, there are blood-red crosses, each of which is wrapped around a struggling corpse. some kind of redemptive gospel.

"Strange ability, interesting!" Yaerlin licked his lips at the corner of his mouth. A little bit under his feet, a stone roared sharply, and the bullet hit the mummy holding the cross as if its identities had been reversed.

Like a bullet shot into the root of an old tree, a hole in the chest was torn, and thick corpse fluid flowed out. The corpse held the cross tightly, and the other hand pressed on the ground and yelled at Yaerlin. Said: "Repent, sinner!"

Yaerlin hid at his feet, a scarlet cross was pierced on the ground, and the ghost figure with Hodgton's face wrapped around it grabbed his ankle. Shrinking slightly, the shadow on the edge of the palm becomes more and more solid

"Scar blade!"

The yin marks attached to the palm of the hand seemed to be solid like a blade, splitting the ghost in two from the middle, and the faint black gas fell on the cross like gangrene attached to the bones and quickly melted it into a pool of rancid black. water.

Chi Chi Chi!

The ghosts that pierced through the black net and rushed from all directions were smashed into pieces by the scar blade that Yaerlin swung into a circular curtain. The rotten black water spread under his feet and stained his shoes. He was clutching towards the center. The deity of the cross walked over.

Corpse fluid gurgled out of his body, and two charred eyeballs stared at Yaerlin, as if he couldn't believe that the resentful souls bound on the cross were melted into black water.

next moment.

The scar blade fell down, the sprayed corpse liquid exploded, and all the Hodgdons in the surrounding blood-red crosses screamed harshly. One of the crosses suddenly shattered into pieces, and the phantom around it immediately solidified. Hodgdon walked out with the cross in his hand, sweating.

He looked at a slit that was clearly cracked in the middle of the cross. A musty smell emanated from the dark slit. Hodgdon showed a very heartache. He looked at Yaerlin with great fear. He stared at him with interest, as if a black light appeared in the eyes of the double pupils, that kind of gaze was not looking at the same kind, but at a collection, full of greed and covetousness, making people shudder.

"Give me that cross!" Yaerlin crossed his neck and spread his left hand flat.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Hodgdon's back. He stared at Yaerlin with fear, and then gritted his teeth fiercely: "I'll give you this cross, you let me go."

Yaerlin waved his hand, and Hodgdon threw the cross over without tears, while twisting his body and quickly running towards the hole.

Yaerlin grabbed the cross, rubbed his fingers on it, his eyes were half-squinted at the back of Hodgton's escape, and the corners of his mouth evoked an arc, and said: "Early spider, stop him."

"The guy behind him didn't catch up!" Hodgdon breathed a sigh of relief~lightnovelpub.net~ Then he was shocked to find that his body became heavy and stiff, and every time he took a step forward, he felt as if there were chains in his flesh. After deeply restraining and dragging his steps forward, he realized that something was wrong, and then lowered his head to look at the position of his ankle, and saw red spider silk wrapped around his ankle in horror, Extending densely toward the trouser legs and knees, a spider with a crying face pattern on its back sat on the back of his instep, grinning at himself.

"When is this?" Hodgton was stunned, his red eyes shrank and trembled, he found that something was wrong with the crimson spider, giving him a strangely familiar feeling, unable to believe: "This seems to be a soul The condensed body formed after being refined, but..."

His feet were immediately nailed to the ground like roots, and he looked behind him in horror.

"Draw!"

Following Yaerlin's palm, countless black lines poured into the cross like rolling black mist, and every inch of black lines surfaced on the surface of the cross. The squirming turned into Yaerlin's face, and then it turned into a black gas and was sucked into the body by the pores of Yaerlin's body, and a "cross" tattoo appeared quietly on the forehead and between the eyebrows...

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