Chapter 669: Counter Kill

Bi Xiā Shēng Huà Ink Painting's expression showed doubt.

Sacrifice?

What sacrifice?

Who is being sacrificed?

Ink Painting lifted his eyelids and looked forward.

Did "sacrifice" refer to the black-clothed leader, or to... the third, sinister, and unusual eye on his forehead?

As Ink Painting looked towards that evil eye, the evil eye trembled violently, rolling non-stop. At the same time, a burst of "language" like divine consciousness pierced through his "ear" with a sharp ringing sound:

"Kill!"

Ink Painting was startled.

The black-clothed leader's eyes also revealed fear.

Since the Eye God Lord parasitized his body, he had never encountered the "Divine Eye" being so agitated and almost out of control.

Why would a mere hidden small cultivator make the "Divine Eye" so nervous, even revealing a hint of...

Dread?

The God Lord's command must not be disobeyed.

The black-clothed leader raised his sword, but he didn't attack Ink Painting first. Instead, he wanted to kill Cheng Mo and the other five who were covered by the blood eye, whose Dao hearts were unstable and unable to resist.

They had seen the Eye God Lord; they must die.

They had killed more than ten of their own brothers; similarly, they must die.

The black-clothed leader's killing intent surged.

Ink Painting instantly detected this, his gaze heavy. He raised his fingers, intending to use the Water Prison Technique to block.

But before the two could act, the evil eye trembled violently again. It was full of blood threads, staring intently at Ink Painting, its divine consciousness voice even hoarser and sharper:

"Don't worry about the other livestock!"

"Kill him!!!"

Blood even seeped out from above the evil eye.

The black-clothed leader's expression was pained, the flesh on his forehead trembling and twisting.

He no longer hesitated. He immediately pointed the spiritual sword wrapped in demonic energy towards Ink Painting and said through gritted teeth:

"Respectfully obey the God Lord's command! I will kill this little brat now!"

Ink Painting's expression showed no fear, but was slightly taken aback.

A moment later, his pupils brightened slightly, revealing a hint of sudden realization.

"God Lord..."

"Finally let me catch a small tail..."

Ink Painting's lips curved slightly, then he put on a serious face and said arrogantly:

"Want to kill me? Just with you?"

The black-clothed leader frowned.

Ink Painting's gaze turned cold. He brought his two fingers together as if holding a sword. An inexplicably arrogant and dangerous aura rose from his body.

"Just a demonic path evil livestock! I will show you the power of my flame technique!"

The black-clothed leader was deterred by Ink Painting's aura and his heart sank.

One cannot judge a person by their appearance.

This little brat was young, yet had such an astonishing aura. He must have some hidden trump cards.

Moreover...

To make the Eye God Lord so fearful, there must be something fishy.

He couldn't underestimate him just because he was young.

The black-clothed leader gripped his spiritual sword tightly, exciting his demonic energy and fully guarding himself.

Ink Painting's expression was arrogant. He suddenly pointed his fingers forward, a hint of killing intent appearing in his pupils.

"Falling Fire Forbidden Technique!"

Forbidden Technique?!

The black-clothed leader heard the words and his expression changed dramatically. He immediately mobilized all the demonic energy in his body and blocked it in front of him.

But a moment later, there was no sign of a powerful technique attack in front of him.

The black-clothed leader looked down and saw his body entangled with light blue water light. Water-shaped chains firmly locked him in place.

It wasn't a fire system forbidden technique at all, but a water system trapping technique!

He looked up again. The boy opposite him had already disappeared like a wisp of smoke, running towards the distance, leaving behind only a small, fleeting back view...

The black-clothed leader stood in a daze for a moment. A burst of uncontrollable evil fire surged into his head, making his whole body tremble with anger.

"This damn... little bastard!"

In front of the Eye God Lord, on such a serious occasion, he actually... played with him?!

Simply... despicable and shameless to the extreme!!

"I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

The black-clothed leader's eyes were filled with blood as he said through gritted teeth.

He swung his sword, demonic energy surged, and shattered all the water prison chains wrapped around his body. He was about to chase after Ink Painting to kill him.

Just as he took one step, he turned his head and saw Cheng Mo and the others.

He thought of taking action and killing these several people first.

But in the distance, Ink Painting's body was overflowing with water light, and his movement technique had accelerated again.

If he didn't chase him now and delayed any longer, this little brat would escape to who knows where...

The black-clothed leader spat a curse, demonic energy wrapped around his whole body, turning into a black light. He made several leaps and chased after Ink Painting.

He feared Ink Painting would escape.

He also feared Ink Painting would meet the hounds of the Dao Court Division.

If that happened, he wouldn't be able to kill Ink Painting, would disobey the God Lord's command, and would face a terrible "divine punishment."

The black-clothed leader's heart was filled with fear and trembled uncontrollably.

Therefore, this little brat must die!

In the mountain forest late at night.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, one escaping and one chasing.

As the black-clothed leader chased, he relaxed slightly in his heart.

The direction this little brat was escaping in was opposite to the location where the Dao Court Division cultivators were located...

He estimated that his divine sense was weak and his perception range was limited, so he hadn't detected the reinforcements in the distance. That's why he was running around in the mountains like a headless fly...

This way, he had an opportunity.

Without the obstruction of the Dao Court Division group of running dogs, everything would be easy to handle.

As long as he caught up to him, he could kill him!

Just a Foundation Building initial stage little brat, whose blood energy and spiritual power were very weak. He only knew some disgusting techniques and still liked to hide in the dark to harm people...

Now that he had opened the "Divine Eye" and received the God Lord's blessing, he could see through his hiddenness.

He had no more means to hide his body.

Besides some disgusting techniques and insidious means, as long as he was a little careful, there would be no problem.

"This little brat is difficult to escape, even with wings!"

The black-clothed leader let out a cold laugh, accelerated his movement technique, and chased after Ink Painting.

Ink Painting's back view seemed a little panicked, appearing afraid of being caught. He desperately ran forward regardless, even seeming a bit "panicked and not choosing the road."

His escape direction was very biased, and the more he escaped, the more biased it became.

At first, he was still on some obvious mountain roads. Later, he was chased tightly and had no time to care, walking on some rugged mountain paths, desolate mountain valleys, and dead silent mountain forests.

In the eyes of the black-clothed leader, this was no different from a path seeking death.

The chase continued...

The night was thick like ink, and the moonlight was cold like frost.

After an unknown amount of time escaping, in a mountain valley enclosed on three sides, filled with dead wood, Ink Painting was finally caught.

The black-clothed leader swung his spiritual sword, and a sword light wrapped in demonic energy slashed towards Ink Painting.

Ink Painting's body flashed with water shadow, narrowly avoiding it. Just as he landed, he gasped for breath, looking very embarrassed.

The black-clothed leader sneered, "Are you running again?"

Ink Painting's face was pale, "Why do you want to kill me?"

The black-clothed leader approached Ink Painting step by step, with a contemptuous smile on his face, "The God Lord wants you to die, so you have to die!"

Ink Painting retreated step by step, asking fearfully:

"Are you also following the 'God Lord's' command to abduct cultivators?"

The black-clothed leader was about to say something, but the words reached his lips and he still held back, only letting out a cold snort:

"You are not qualified to know."

He strode forward.

Ink Painting still retreated, saying nervously: "Don't come over..."

The black-clothed leader's divine sense was ice cold, the demonic energy on his sword was deep, he was fully focused, staring at Ink Painting's actions, blocking Ink Painting's escape route, approaching Ink Painting step by step.

Ink Painting's eyes were like a small deer's, his expression pitiful.

But this did not shake the black-clothed leader's ice cold killing heart at all.

Seeing that he was blocked in a corner with nowhere to hide, Ink Painting bit his teeth and said: "If you come over again, I..."

The black-clothed leader had already raised his sword, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "If I come over again, then what?"

The fear on Ink Painting's face disappeared, his gaze was clear and deep, and a hint of a smile also appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If you come over again, I will kill you."

The black-clothed leader was startled, then his eyes suddenly widened.

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a thread of firelight at his feet again.

Still the familiar aura, still the familiar formation.

The black-clothed leader still wanted to avoid it this time, but he discovered that a large formation had already been laid on the ground at some point. There was no way to avoid it.

Genius lives word love novel s23us At this time the formation was activated.

The formation patterns were bright red, connecting to each other, forming several small Li Fire formations.

Before the black-clothed leader could think carefully, the formation exploded instantly as soon as it was formed.

Firelight rose everywhere, flames soaring.

Accompanied by several "boom" sounds, the black-clothed leader was completely swallowed by the flames.

The spiritual power of the flames produced by the formation explosion rampaged in the mountain valley.

But these tongues of fire instantly avoided Ink Painting as soon as they approached, as if they dared not offend the "owner" of this formation.

Ink Painting was just standing on the side, the firelight in his pupils dim, quietly watching the black-clothed leader being drowned in flames.

After more than ten breaths, the firelight stopped.

The gunpowder smoke also dispersed, revealing the black-clothed leader's figure.

His body was already covered in scars from the explosion of the flames, with burn marks everywhere. The face towel covering his face was also burned by the flames, exposing the face under the black towel.

This was a still relatively young face.

Although it was burned by fire, one could still vaguely see the outline.

Ink Painting didn't recognize him, so he looked a bit strange.

The black-clothed leader subconsciously still wanted to cover his face with his hand, but thinking that he had already been seen by Ink Painting for so long, he simply no longer tried to cover up.

His true face exposed, the black-clothed leader calmed down instead.

He looked coldly at Ink Painting, "This time, you are really dead for sure."

Ink Painting sighed, "You've said that too many times, my ears are starting to get calluses."

After speaking, Ink Painting said with some pity: "I don't know if I'll die, but you were just almost really dead."

The black-clothed leader's face revealed anger, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This little brat is too arrogant!

But at the same time, his heart trembled, and he didn't understand very well.

The black-clothed leader's gaze looked severely at Ink Painting, "Exactly when did you lay down the formation? Why did I not see any formation flags or formation disks?"

Ink Painting smiled and squinted his eyes, "I won't tell you."

Seeing this cute and hateful look, the black-clothed leader immediately surged with demonic energy, gripped his sword, and charged towards Ink Painting to kill him.

At the same time, a thicker demonic energy surged from his heart.

This demonic energy fused with the black-clothed leader's flesh, repairing his injuries, and at the same time replacing spiritual power, flowing through his meridians.

When the black-clothed leader raised his sword, his movements were still a bit sluggish because his body had suffered heavy injuries.

But after the demonic energy surged, his aura suddenly rose violently, his speed was faster, his sword movements were more powerful, and the demonic energy wrapped around his sword was also thicker.

He was desperate.

He used his origin demonic energy, not hesitating anything, to chop and kill this little brat!

The sword energy was sharp, the demonic energy rampaged, trying to put Ink Painting in a deadly situation.

But every time the sword energy mixed with demonic energy was about to chop onto Ink Painting's body, Ink Painting could always dodge it by a hair's breadth.

The black-clothed leader was one step faster, Ink Painting was just one step faster.

Like a sword chopping water.

Ink Painting turned his body into water, always flowing away from between the sword blades.

The black-clothed leader's expression changed in shock.

"Zhang family's Water Passing Step?!"

Then he shook his head again, "No, not quite like it... Water Passing Step is not so exquisite and strange..."

The black-clothed leader frowned.

Just at this moment, the firelight at his feet flashed.

The black-clothed leader jumped away immediately like a frightened bird.

Subsequently, the formation patterns connected into a formation and instantly exploded. Although the formation speed was very fast, it was still too conspicuous.

The black-clothed leader had been exploded twice and was already on guard, still dodging it.

The formation didn't explode on him.

But despite this, the black-clothed leader's gaze was still shocked.

This time he saw clearly. There were no formation flags, no formation disk, and even no formation medium. The spiritual ink just wound around the ground by itself, forming the formation according to the formation hub structure.

"Formation without medium?"

No...

The black-clothed leader frowned and thought, suddenly realizing:

"Not formation without medium, but using the ground as the medium... painting the formation?"

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Ink Painting, saying disbelievingly:

"Who exactly are you?"

"What relationship do you have with the Earth Sect?"

Ink Painting was startled, then frowned.

This person understands a lot...

What exactly is his identity?

He actually relied on just these few exchanges to discover some causal connections in his body technique and formations...

This human trafficker cannot be allowed to leave!

And the black-clothed leader similarly dared not let Ink Painting leave.

His face had been seen by Ink Painting.

Moreover, Ink Painting's body technique and formation, at first glance, were not ordinary and had a shallow causal connection.

He must be killed early and then find Mister Tu to cover up the causal connection to cut off future troubles.

At the same time, his forehead transmitted a burst of severe pain.

This was the Eye God Lord urging him.

Urging him to hurry up and kill this little brat.

This urging even faintly carried a trace of... fear.

It seemed that the Divine Eye had perceived some indescribable things through this little brat's formation.

"Kill!"

The black-clothed leader's gaze sank, his sword movements were faster, the demonic energy was fiercer, forcing Ink Painting to go all out and circle with the Water Passing Step.

Under such suppression, Ink Painting fundamentally had no time to lay formations.

Similarly, as long as Ink Painting was slightly careless, he would be injured by the sword energy or his flesh would be corroded by the demonic energy, and he would immediately lose his life on the spot.

The black-clothed leader's offensive was becoming more and more urgent.

Although Ink Painting could always dodge by relying on his body technique, he was also obviously becoming more and more strenuous.

Just at this moment, the evil eye on the black-clothed leader's forehead suddenly shone brightly, scattering scarlet light and covering Ink Painting.

Although Ink Painting's divine sense could not be affected by the evil eye, it was suddenly covered in blood color, his divine sense inevitably became sluggish, and his figure also had a hint of lag.

This hint of lag was seized by the black-clothed leader.

He split down with a sword, and the demonic energy turned into a long rainbow, rushing straight towards Ink Painting.

Ink Painting bit his teeth, urged his divine sense to the extreme, and a trace of shadow was born on the Water Passing Step. His figure was a little faster, and only then did he narrowly avoid this path of demonic energy.

But his figure also lost balance, his footsteps twisted, and with an "ouch," he fell to the ground.

The black-clothed leader sneered and split down with another sword.

With this sword, he mobilized a large amount of demonic energy, wanting to kill Ink Painting with one sword and put an end to it once and for all.

To avoid Ink Painting having any protective spiritual tool on his body, he would have to add another sword if one sword didn't kill him.

Therefore, this sword stored power for a little longer.

Just as he stored power for a little time, when the sword split down again, the black-clothed leader's pupils suddenly shrank.

He discovered that Ink Painting had disappeared!

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a thread of light blue water light, circling behind him.

Behind him, a burst of flame aura was condensing.

The black-clothed leader's heart trembled.

He inexplicably thought of the sentence Ink Painting had said before:

"I will show you the power of my flame technique..."

Falling Fire Forbidden Technique?

Could it really be... that Falling Fire technique?

His mom's...

The black-clothed leader was like facing a great enemy. He feared and condensed his demonic energy into armor to protect his whole body. Then he quickly turned his head for a glance, just to see a fire ball technique blasting onto his face.

This fire ball technique was just an ordinary fire ball technique.

Its power was not great, it didn't even break his demonic energy.

It was more like a kind of...

Humiliation.

The black-clothed leader was silent for a moment, his expression thoroughly ferocious.

"Little animal!"

"You motherf*cker are still playing me?!"

His life was on the line, yet he still didn't know life from death, playing with him repeatedly!

The black-clothed leader's eyes split, and demonic energy surged like waves.

He held his long sword and went crazy, regardless of anything, desperately chopping and killing towards Ink Painting.

In the mountain valley, sword energy and demonic energy intertwined and surged.

Sword energy chopped out paths of sword marks, and demonic energy corroded pieces of grass and wood.

Ink Painting's figure was more and more embarrassed.

But despite this, he would take the time to throw one or two fire ball techniques towards the black-clothed leader's face.

The damage was not great, but the insult was strong.

The black-clothed leader's killing intent was even heavier, his sword movements were fiercer. While chopping and killing, he was filled with hate and mocked and satirized coldly:

"Where is your Falling Fire Forbidden Technique?"

"Just this?"

"Just these few fire balls?"

"Your formation isn't powerful? Use it again!"

"Little animal, let me see the power of your flame technique!"

After such insults for an unknown amount of time, the black-clothed leader's divine sense was tired, a little dazed. When he focused his eyes to look again,

Ink Painting utilized this small gap, his figure flashed, the water light suddenly passed quickly, and he disappeared from the black-clothed leader's eyes again.

At the same time, the black-clothed leader again perceived Ink Painting's aura behind him, and that thread of weak flame aura.

Still the familiar feeling...

But this time, the black-clothed leader only let out a light contemptuous cold laugh.

He didn't dodge.

He didn't condense armor with demonic energy.

He didn't cast any other defensive means either.

Instead, he split a sword backhand, condensing demonic energy, wanting to take on the fire ball technique and conveniently kill Ink Painting.

But when the sword was split in half, the black-clothed leader was suddenly shocked, his whole body felt cold.

He felt that the aura behind him was a little off.

It wasn't one fire ball, but two fire balls condensing simultaneously.

After the fire balls condensed, instantly, a powerful divine sense pressure transmitted over, and then there was a tearing howl.

Something seemed to collapse and fuse.

Following came a burst of extremely condensed, extremely hot, compressed spiritual energy, a flame aura that even made people feel fear...

A clear but ice cold voice rang in his ear:

"I will show you the power of my flame technique..."

The black-clothed leader's pupils trembled.

"This is?!"

In the nick of time, he wanted to turn around, wanted to mobilize demonic energy to protect his whole body, but it was already too late.

Behind the black-clothed leader, Ink Painting rubbed his two small hands together.

A light purple "small meteorite" containing powerful spiritual energy fused together.

Then, with quick eyes and hands, he instantly pressed this "small meteorite" onto the black-clothed leader's back.

Huge spiritual energy was instantly released.

Spiritual power distorted, and surging flames rampaged.

The black-clothed leader only felt as if his chest was stuffed with nearly a hundred "fire explosion talismans" exploding simultaneously. Terrible flames twisted and killed his flesh, spiritual power, and demonic energy together, burning them out.

Then, a path of dazzling firelight that changed color broke open from his chest.

The black-clothed leader's expression was unbelievable.

"How could it really be... a forbidden technique?"

He looked down at the large hole in his chest that was blasted through and burned out. His pupils held lingering shock, and then gradually lost focus.

His body also slowly knelt down on the ground, lifeless.

(End of this chapter)

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