Chapter 2265
Words:2174Update:22/09/05 02:25:30
"Not simple? Haha, if you are weak, just say so. Why are you looking for excuses? "
He Wuming smiled and said disdainfully, "Only trash will look for excuses. Those with real strength will take the initiative to challenge."
"Idiot."
Ning Yue rolled his eyes.
There was indeed a corpse in the altar.
However, the corpse was not at the half-step Lord of Heaven level, but the corpse of a Lord of Heaven level Heavenly Demon!
Ning Yue knew that he did not have the ability to subdue the corpse of a Lord of Heaven level Heavenly Demon for the time being.
Since He Wuming wanted to take the lead, it was better to let him do it first and reap the benefits.
"What did you say?"
Although Ning Yue's voice was not loud, He Wuming still heard it.
"I dare you to say it again!"
He Wuming was extremely angry.
In his opinion, it was not that he did not want to kill Ning Yue, but that he was thinking about the overall situation.
Unexpectedly …
Ning Yue was getting more and more arrogant.
"Wouldn't I lose face if I said it just because you asked me to?"
Ning Yue shrugged, then took a few steps back and stood next to Hong Yue.
"Okay, you can be the first one to approach the altar."
Seeing that He Wuming wanted to fight with Ning Yue, he waved his hand and said to He Wuming, "As for whether we can get the corpse of the Heavenly Demon or not, it has little to do with us."
"Humph! Just you wait! "
He Wuming glared fiercely at Ning Yue, then stomped his feet on the ground and charged towards the altar.
"Why give it to him?"
Hong Yue frowned and said doubtfully, "You are not weak. If you are the first one to approach the altar, you should have a good chance of taking it."
"You are too naive."
Ning Yue shook his head slowly and then said, "There is indeed a corpse in the altar, but the cultivation of the corpse was at the Lord of Heaven level when it was alive."
"What?!"
Hong Yue's mouth was slightly open, and her face was full of disbelief.
She quickly used a secret method and began to observe the altar.
Hiss!
She sucked in a breath of cold air when she saw what it was.
Ning Yue was right.
The corpse in the altar was a Heavenly Monarch when it was alive!
There was an insurmountable gap between a half-step Heavenly Lord and a Heavenly Lord.
Their corpses were also as different as heaven and earth.
Ning Yue might be able to easily take away the corpse of a half-step Heaven Monarch, but it might be difficult for him to even get close to the corpse of a Heaven Monarch.
"Why don't you give this corpse to me?"
Hong Yue's eyes flickered. She gritted her teeth and said, "I can help you collect the Celestial Demon's corpse in the future."
"Are you sure you can take him away?" Ning Yue stared into Hongyue's eyes and hesitated.
"Don't worry. I have my ways," Hong Yue said in a deep voice.
"Well, good luck," Ning Yue said.
In fact, there was one thing that Hong Yue did not guess correctly.
Ning Yue would not be able to take away an ordinary human Lord of Heaven's corpse.
However, Ning Yue had a way to deal with the corpse of the Lord of Heaven among the Skyfiends.
The Heavenly Demon Tower!
The Heavenly Demon Tower had a fatal restraint on the Skyfiends.
The Heavenly Demon Tower might not be able to deal with a living Lord of Heaven, but it could still deal with a dead Lord of Heaven.
"Ah!"
Ning Yue was still talking to Hong Yue.
He Wuming was already close to the corpse.
It was a pity.
He Wuming's palm had just touched the altar when a cold light shot out from the altar.
Even though he tried his best to dodge, he still failed and was hit in the chest by the cold light.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three crisp sounds were heard in a row.
He Wuming's ribs were broken on the spot!
Bang!
As for Wuming Crane himself, he crashed heavily into the ground and fell face first onto the ground.
Puff!
He Wuming's breath began to drop sharply as he spat out blood.
"Damn it!"
Nameless Crane cursed inwardly as his nose became crooked.
He Wuming had fought for the right to be the first to get close to the altar, but he still failed.
"Let me do it!"
Yang Ming's expression was solemn. He pondered for a moment and finally dashed out.
Yang Ming was very confident in his strength.
He Wuming's failure did not mean that he would fail.
After all, he was much stronger than He Wuming in terms of raw strength.
He Wuming was confident that he could defeat and even kill Yang Ming in less than a hundred moves.
"Come out!"
Yang Ming was very fast. He came to the altar in the blink of an eye.
He stretched out his right hand and placed it on the altar.
Swoosh!
It was the same scene.
A cold light shot out from the altar and went straight for Yang Ming's chest.
Swish!
Yang Ming reacted quickly. Before the altar reached his chest, he dodged it.
"Humph! Insignificant trick! "
After dodging the cold light, Yang Ming smirked and snorted. "In the face of absolute strength, all schemes are useless … Oh no!"
Swoosh!
However …
Yang Ming's expression changed before he could finish his words. He had no time to think and immediately chose to retreat.
Because he noticed that several streaks of cold light shot out from the altar, and they were charging at him at an extremely terrifying speed.
Moreover, the power of these cold lights was obviously much stronger than the previous one.
Although he was strong, he had no confidence in facing so many cold lights. Puff!
Puff! Puff!
The final result was not beyond everyone's expectations.
Yang Ming failed to dodge the cold light attack and was hit in the chest by several cold lights. Crack!
Crack! Crack!
A series of cracking sounds could be heard.
Yang Ming's ribs were even more miserable than He Wuming's.
He Wuming had three broken ribs, but Yang Ming had four or five broken ribs!
"Damn it!"
Yang Ming punched the ground heavily and roared angrily.
At this time, he recalled Ning Yue's words.
The corpse in the altar was not simple!
When Ning Yue said that, although he did not mock him like He Wuming, he still felt some disdain deep in his heart.
Now, he finally understood.
Ning Yue and the corpse in the altar were not simple!
"It's your turn!"
He Wuming looked at Ning Yue coldly and said fiercely, "Both of us are close to the altar. You must get close to the altar too!"
He Wuming's mentality was very simple.
Even if I am not good, I will never let you be good!
"This …"
Du Shiyong hesitated.
Even He Wuming and Yang Ming were seriously injured. With his strength, he could only be cannon fodder.
"Let me do it."
Hong Yue took a step forward and took out a palm-sized paper from his arms.
The paper looked ordinary, but the color was a little blood red.
Rustle!
Soon, Hong Yue came to the side of the altar.
Pa!
Without touching the altar with his hand, Hong Yue directly stuck the red paper on the altar.
Chi!
However.
As soon as the paper was stuck on the altar, it suddenly burned and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
"How is this possible!"
This change was obviously beyond Hong Yue's expectation.
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