The rain is dripping and misty!

Thunder and lightning struck the air, and the aftermath rumbled, as if to smash the dim sky and make the light reappear!

"Long He, you're not dead?!" Wutian raised his head, brushed away the wet hair on his forehead, his black jewel-like eyes, with endless sorrow, a wisp of murderous intent surged madly from the depths, and his voice was cold and piercing.

If it weren't for the people in front of him, Grandpa wouldn't have died, the villagers wouldn't have died, and the village wouldn't have been annihilated.

Long He didn't speak, he was controlled by the fire world, and now he is just a puppet, a walking corpse, his consciousness no longer exists, only the body remains, even cutting a piece of flesh or breaking a bone, it will not make him feel pain, he is unconscious!

"What benefits did the fire world give you, it is worth you to betray the villagers who have been with you for more than ten years, dozens of villagers died tragically, there are no corpses, they don't look blind to death, where is your conscience?!!"

At this moment, Wutian was carried away by anger, and he didn't notice the strangeness of Long He, seeing his cold expression, he walked step by step, just thinking that he was consumed by the desire for profit, and his killing intent was even worse.

The white bones in his arms were gently placed on the ground, as if caring for a baby, and the movements were very soft, which was the only thing left by the grandfather, and the proof of zài could not be damaged.

"Grandpa, Longhe is the first, his grandson beheaded him to accompany you to the funeral, no, he is not qualified to accompany the funeral, he is only worthy of being eaten in the belly of a beast", Wutian carefully wiped the water stains and black ash on the white bones, he wanted to kill this person who annihilated the conscience!

Xiao Tian lay on his head, his narrow eyes looked at the other side, the fierce light was clear, and he was eager to try, the last time Long He hit Wutian into the cliff, and it still remembers that this person is the target of killing.

Wutian stopped it and didn't let it move, because this was his battle, a battle on behalf of everyone in Dragon Village, and he wanted to kill this person for the dead villagers and grandfather, and mourn the souls of the dead who died tragically!

"Boom!"

One step out, muddy water splashed, and the ground washed by the rain cracked a few holes. With the help of this penetrating force, Wutian bounced up, the essence in his body rolled, and his five fingers clenched into fists, clicking, emitting white light.

As soon as he made a move, Wutian used his essence to wrap his fist, and his power increased greatly.

He had to do this, first, Longhe's cultivation was too high, although one arm was abolished, but in terms of actual combat experience, it could not be compared, which made Wutian very jealous. The second is that his grandfather's blood feud and the tragic scene of the village made his heart extremely angry, and he almost lost his mind, so he only knew how to do his best to kill the people in front of him.

The brilliance of the fist flowed, like a small moon, releasing an astonishing force, the skyless swooped down, and the rage blasted away, this place, the rain was evaporated, and he had exerted his strength to the peak!

Long He stood there, no emotion, no heartbeat, exuding an aura, like a dead person, without a trace of life, and his empty eyes were like two black holes, very scary.

At this time, he moved, very fast, like a ghost, in an instant, raised his big cyan hand, no essence gushed out, only with the strength of his body, and collided with his fist.

There was no terrible wave of qi rolling up, but Wutian retreated again and again, leaving inch-deep footprints on the ground, his body shook, his feet exerted force, sinking deep into the dirt, barely stabilizing his body.

He was shocked, the gap in the realm was really not something that could be made up by external forces, Long He had already crippled one hand, but his strength was still so strong, and he didn't use his essence, so he had such a Cheng dù, and he didn't move at all with a punch, which was really terrifying!

"Only one hand can be used, no fear!"

The lawless figure moved again, his feet did not touch the ground, and he swept away. The palm of his hand is like a knife, and the light blooms, like the moonlight possessing the body, setting him off incomparably sacred.

After fighting with many demon beasts for a month, it is common to run for his life, so his speed has increased a lot, and at this moment, the fruits of this penance have finally been revealed.

Long He was like a grim reaper, his eyes were indifferent, he looked at the rushing figure, and spit out two stiff words: "Capture alive!"

"Capture me alive? Capture me alive for the sake of the fire? You... It's really mad and hopeless", Wutian was furious, and the essence in the sea of qi was tumbling, like a tide, surging out.

The furious palm slapped directly at the face door of the Dragon River, the essence was thin, the light was bright, like a divine soldier crossing, this place became a void area, the rain no longer fell, stagnant in the air.

Taking a step back, Long He's legs were staggered, drawing a trajectory, calmly avoiding it, and then spreading his five fingers, like eagle claws, grabbed Wutian's head, swift and fierce!

"The master ordered him to be captured alive", he muttered, and with a change of castration, he grabbed Wutian's shoulder, trying to capture him alive.

The person who has been trained as a puppet has no consciousness, and only knows how to obey the master's orders and act according to the instructions, but in this way, Wutian has plenty of time to get out and fight back.

At this moment, Wutian's body was slightly sideways, narrowly avoiding the attack, and then the palm of the essence was terrifyingly sharp, and it was slashed with a backhand.

With a "bang", Wutian staggered and took a few steps back. This palm really struck Long He's armpit, and he wanted to abolish his hand, and then his strength would be greatly reduced, and his life would be much simpler.

But he was very suspicious that the palm blade wrapped in essence qi could pierce the golden cracked stone, but Long He's arm seemed to be made of steel, it was difficult to shake half a point, and there was a kind of coldness on his skin.

This kind of cold is not the cold when it rains in winter, but like ice, the tentacles are cold, and there is even a creepy feeling!

This is something that only a dead person feels, could it be that Longhe is dead?

Wutian pulled away the wet hair in front of his forehead, carefully checked Long He's physical state, and finally his face changed, and he saw the clue. His eyes are hollow, his expression is blank, his chest is not beating, and he is not breathing, which means that the person in front of him is dead, his soul is no longer there, and all that remains is an empty shell.

"Accused zhì, trained into a puppet?!"

Regarding this kind of puppet technique, it is recorded in the animal skin scroll that uses powerful cultivation to erase the soul of others, making it a virtual shell, which is no different from a dead person.

It's a cruel practice, and few people usually do it, unless it's cruel and heinous.

This kind of technique is actually similar to the Wutian Control zhì Swallowing Yuan Frog, but one is that the consciousness and soul are all there, and the action is as usual. If a person becomes a living dead, even if he dies completely, he cannot be reincarnated.

"Roar!"

Without allowing him to think too much, Long He let out a roar like a beast, his empty eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, his feet stepped violently on the ground, his arms opened, like a roc spreading its wings, it landed in front of him, and slapped it with one palm.

This palm has no dazzling light, nor is it overbearing, it is very ordinary, but the space here has a state of stagnation.

Wutian's heart palpitated, he felt a strong crisis, and his bland palm gave him a very heavy pressure!

At this moment, he finally understood why Long He didn't use his essence qi, and the puppet who was accused of zhì had no wisdom, so he could only use the power of his physical body, and then attack instinctively.

Thinking about it, his reaction was not slow at all, and when that palm approached, Wutian's knees were bent and his body was leaned back, avoiding the edge.

With a "sonorous" sound, he pulled out the dark dagger at his waist, and his essence spurted thin, emitting a blazing glow.

This time, the place where his dagger stabbed was still Long He's armpit, and he knew that the only way to win was to scrap his other arm.

"Qiang!" A metal tremble sounded, and Wutian was shaken back by a huge force, but in his dark eyes, there was a flash of fine light, and drops of black blood fell from the tip of the dagger, making this dagger a little more hideous.

The blow was not without effect, at least it cut through the hard skin and let the blood flow.

"If you really get trained to be a puppet!" Wutian looked at each other coldly, the armpits were a very fragile place in the human body, and the pain must be unbearable, but Long He was expressionless, he didn't even move his eyelids, and his body was unconscious.

Wutian was sad in his heart, at the cost of betraying the villagers, but in exchange for the result of becoming a puppet, people are not as good as heaven, and Long He probably wouldn't have thought that in the end, he was already a lamb to be slaughtered, and he was allowed to be a mermaid!

The figure was rioting, he walked around behind Long He, the dagger in his right hand flashed ghostly, and the sharp edge stabbed directly into the wound under his armpit, and black blood spurted out.

Long He roared, black hair flew together, like a demon king of the mixed world, fierce and terrifying, he ignored the injury, his big hand grabbed Wutian's arm violently, "click" a crisp sound, and immediately fractured!

"Shhh

Bursts of pain came, Wutian couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, holding back the pain in his heart, his green muscles bulged, and the essence of his left hand surged, like a hammer, and slammed down.

Under the huge force, the front section of the dagger went deep, piercing the entire shoulder, Wutian grabbed the dagger with lightning speed, and spun it with all his strength, its arm fell, and the black blood on the shoulder was like a gushing spring, spurting wildly!

This qiē happened in an instant, Wutian finally unloaded Long He's other hand, although his own arm was also broken and lost his combat power, but the goal had been reached, and the dagger could not withstand the load and broke into two!

"Roar..."

Roaring again and again, Long He's face was hateful, not because of pain, but because he couldn't complete the task assigned by his master for a long time, and he began to be impatient, and he kicked up the broken arm that fell to the ground, and it was used as a weapon and swept out.

"You're damned!"

Wutian spit out three cold words, did not retreat but advanced, his left hand clenched into a fist and blasted out, "bang", his arm burst, flesh and blood flew, he came to his body in three steps, his fist was radiant, illuminating a piece of the sky!

This time, he targeted Long He's eyes, and now he can't kill him with one blow, all who choose people's weaknesses, losing their eyes is equivalent to losing their target, and it's much easier to kill them.

The eye is the most fragile, and the blow of Wutian contains all the strength, and it accurately falls on its right eye, and the black blood is splashed at the moment, and the eyeball explodes. He then withdrew his hand and smashed it into his left eye again.

"Bang!" This blow knocked Long He's entire eye socket to pieces. Wutian was unforgiving, his index finger was extended, and the brilliance was clear, like a peerless sword unearthed, clanging, inserting into his ears, and blood shot out like a fountain.

His eyes and ears were destroyed in an instant, and although Long He didn't feel anything, if there was no one, he was no longer a threat if he lost these two things. Wutian gasped for breath beside him.

Although this qiē seems simple, only as a person in question knows how difficult it is to make so many attacks in a short period of time, and if it weren't for the previous month's training, he thought he couldn't do it.