Chapter 363: Dog outside of dog

Pop~

As if a wine bottle stopper had suddenly been pulled out.

After a crisp sound, the frozen silence seemed to be suddenly struck by a ten-thousand-ton giant hammer, broken, and all sounds returned to the human world.

The Sin-Tainted One in mid-air didn't even have time to scream before he exploded and collapsed, turning into countless sparks, drifting toward all directions, the vast majority of which swayed arduously and extinguished silently.

However, just tens of miles away, a wisp of quietly suspended flame suddenly expanded, a terrified face emerged from within, and then the body reorganized.

As if between existence and non-existence, dim and flickering.

Seriously injured.

In this super-high-speed exchange that surpassed ordinary human nerve reflexes, not even 0.1 seconds had passed, just an instant.

Only now did he finally have time to look back.

And then, he saw a person chasing after him.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a beautiful girl.

But a middle-aged tourist with a stubbly beard, wearing a coconut tree shirt and big floral shorts, whose playful and annoying appearance always made one want to give him two big slaps.

It's just that, seeing such a smile at this moment, the Sin-Tainted One couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end!

One of the two fingers of the contemporary An family!

Like his younger brother, the name is ridiculously long, "An Neng Cui Mei Zhe Yao Shi Quan Gui" (An Neng bows his head to the powerful).

This broken name, reading it once feels like wasting half a catty of saliva; what on earth was your father thinking back then.

The moment he thought this, his body exploded out of thin air again.

He didn't even have time to react to the other party's attack.

The moment he saw An Neng's fingers flick, he was seriously injured again!

"Do you know, having a long name actually has its benefits."

An Neng stood with his hands behind his back, as if strolling, stepping through the air, reaching out to point at soldiers and generals, extinguishing the fire seeds scattered by the other party one by one, saying indifferently: "For example, as long as there are more words, the reaction time consumed when such thoughts appear in the opponent's brain is also longer than others, and the interference of random thoughts and distractions caused by this will also be more."

Even if, only a little bit!

But this short gap of less than 0.001 seconds is enough for the Hunting Finger Flying Light to calmly aim, lock, accumulate power, and project, all completed in a pinnacle, absolute kill!

Just like now...

At this moment, he is floating in the void, chasing closely after that wisp of galloping electric light, biting tightly and not letting go.

Even though he doesn't possess any blessing that can directly fly, the superb technique successfully solved this problem — just like how little An used to be dragged by Ji Jue in the sky like flying a kite.

Now he doesn't even need a rope.

He only needs a wisp of cloud, a drop of dew, and he can drift with the wind.

Like this, easily strolling, chasing thunder and electricity.

Relying solely on his own speed, he chased tightly behind the energy-ized Ghost Frost Sin-Tainted One, pressing step by step, every time he attacked, he extinguished the fire sparks used by the other party for rebirth or temptation in the instant the other party couldn't even react, until just a few seconds later, the Ghost Frost Sin-Tainted One completely broke his defense and roared.

The malice and ferocity in the flow of spiritual quality emerged: "The Annihilation Fire is about to erupt, do you really not care about the lives of those people!"

An Neng moved forward indifferently, without any wavering.

The answer is: None of my business.

I am a White Deer, I never act as a bodyguard.

Moreover, it's not like that dog thing Ji Jue hired me? Do I care if he lives or dies?

Just like this, as a response, he finally took out his weapon and aimed it from afar at the terrified, flickering, and shuttling Sin-Tainted One.

Projection is a very versatile ability, with no strict requirements for the medium; as long as the technique is practiced to the point of perfection, even picking a blade of grass, plucking a flower, or catching a drop of dew can achieve the goal.

Therefore, everyone usually has their own preferences and likes in the choice of weapons; just like An Ran likes iron pieces like razors, An Ning likes hairpins, stickers, or badges and gashapons opened from blind boxes.

As for An Neng, as an elder, he certainly can't be as childish as a child, he must be high-end, atmospheric, and classy.

So, he likes to use a hammer.

A solid iron hammer with a hammer head twice the size of two human heads!

"Let's make a bet, how about it?"

At this moment, An Neng grinned, smiling and suggesting: "Next, you can go left, or you can go right, bet on which side I will choose."

He said: "I bet on your life."

The Ghost Frost Sin-Tainted One roared, bellowed, and pushed out a tide of ten thousand thunderbolts with one hand, trying to block and intercept. But his body suddenly split into pieces, turning into thousands of streams of light, flying out in all directions, spreading and escaping.

What a pity, he doesn't bet.

But it doesn't matter.

Because adults like to have it all!

In that instant, when the Hammer Flying Light disappeared from An Neng's hand, countless hammer phantoms appeared from the darkness of the universe like meteorites, locked, and descended!

Boom!!!

Ten seconds ago, Xinquan.

The moment that wisp of annihilation fire descended from the sky, a figure suddenly appeared beside Ji Jue, reaching out to take off the invisibility cloak, revealing his existence.

Clearly an Ember, but muscular, wearing ancient bronze-colored vicissitudes armor, as burly as a giant.

The old face was full of wrinkles, expressionless, only indifference.

In one hand he dragged a flame-shaped sword of exaggerated scale, and on the other hand, he wore a simple round shield; at this moment, the round shield was raised, facing the annihilation fire falling from the sky.

Instantly, complex spiritual quality circuits and flashes of blessings emerged from within; the phantom of a city wall, towering like a city, emerged over the entire Xinquan, covering the earth within it.

Spiritual quality flowed, constructing a wall of ten thousand fathoms out of thin air.

The double blessing chain entangled with each other, forming one body; it was a Heavenly Work that spanned the two paths of Tian Tian Yuan and Wasteland Ruins!

There was no earth-shattering collision or explosion, and one couldn't even hear any sound; the moment the annihilation fire and the shield phantom collided, it was like raindrops falling into a pool, swallowed by the city phantom within the shield; one could faintly see buildings inside collapsing and flames surging and raging.

But it was just like being sealed in a bottle, hardly able to affect the outside world. Soon, with the dissipation of the flames, the city phantom actually began to regenerate again, returning to its original state!

In less than a few seconds, the annihilation fire that could burn Xinquan to ashes disappeared without a trace.

And when the visitor lowered his shield and looked indifferently at Pacquiao, who was stunned below, the other party was already stunned on the spot, unbelievable — insidious, really f***ing insidious!

It's one thing for me to bring a Transcendent-rank teammate to ambush you, but you actually brought two Transcendent-rank teammates to ambush me in turn!

Who on earth is the one who isn't human!

And the visitor at this moment...

When he saw the braids woven from several strands of golden hair and beard under the horned helmet, he was already completely dumbfounded.

Northern style armor, Heavenly Work of the North Wind Workshop, golden hair and beard, and actually a Transcendent-rank Ember master!

There is only one person in this world who can satisfy these four keywords at the same time.

The contemporary supervising master of the Northern legendary workshop, the courtier and alchemy consultant of the Northern Great Lord, the logistics officer of the Dragon Bone Fleet, the Transcendent-rank Ember master...

——Huang Xu!!!

"Looking at it now, it's unlikely there will be any other variables."

Ji Jue sighs lightly, glancing at Pacquiao and saying: "As for this one, I'll have to trouble you, so that I, a late learner, can see the style of the North."

Huang Xu glanced back at him, cold and puzzled: "How did Ye Xian teach such a shameless student?"

"In this world, you have to be thick-skinned to live comfortably, right?"

Ji Jue grinned, not caring at all: "If I were you, I'd have to be quick; if the cooked duck flies away, let alone wings, I'm afraid there won't even be feathers left."

Accompanied by his words, the sound of bursting rang out constantly.

That was the vibration coming from the sewer pipes throughout Xinquan; under the propulsion of the high-pressure and high-heat furnace, massive amounts of vaporized metal steam sprayed out from within, silver light flowing, rising from the ground like an iron wall.

And immediately after, greedily swallowing all free spiritual quality, turning into solid, constructing towering walls, completely cutting off the inside and outside.

Even this level of obstruction would only be a kick for a Transcendent-rank powerhouse.

But now, would anyone really give Pacquiao the chance to kick that kick?

"Run?"

Huang Xu sneered: "Just by him?"

Bang!

The loud sound of metal collision suddenly burst out, right on the high building.

Huang Xu's flame-shaped sword was swung up, like a hammer, smashing down with all his might, hitting the shield, raising a resonance amidst the loud noise.

The collision between spiritual quality circuits and the interference between blessings intersected, blessing each other, and starting simultaneously!

The vibration of the shield made the city phantom reappear, covering the foundation of Ji Jue, completely turning Xinquan into a desperate situation, sealing the inside and outside.

And the whistling of the blade was like a horn of war, distant and high-pitched, echoing ceaselessly.

The moment every strike rang out, there was a low roar from the deepest part of the earth, like roots sprouting and piercing through soil and stone; after the third strike, three eerie towering giant trees rose from the ground, growing, breeding, and withering, turning into fly ash.

And where the giant trees were, there were already three giants six or seven meters tall!

Secret creation of the North Wind Workshop · Seed of Heroes!

Different from the semi-finished product of Frederick in the exam, the three planted in advance now were all perfect creations carefully cultivated by the supervising master · Huang Xu for a lifetime, accompanying him through two battles of the Baihe and experiencing countless fights!

【Fafnir】, 【Simir】, 【Su Erte】!

In an instant, the colors and light of thunder, frost, and even flames sprayed out from the earth, the spiritual intelligence of the three Transcendent-rank heroes manifested, and they drew their swords without hesitation.

Besieging and attacking!

The earth-shattering spiritual quality fluctuation suddenly erupted; even separated by several miles, the chill and sharpness still made Ji Jue's face sting, eye-opening!

Huang Xu looked back, noticing Ji Jue's quiet peeking, and couldn't help but sneer, mocking: "Can you understand? Do you want me to explain it to you?"

Stealing learning from me, lawless!

If this were in the North Wind Workshop, I'd dig out one of your eyeballs at the very least, ungrateful!

"Not much, just a little," Ji Jue answered frankly, asking curiously: "Does the spiritual intelligence manifestation stage of the Seed of Heroes rely on Aether recording or Heart Pivot imprinting? Is it convenient to explain it?"

"..."

Huang Xu suddenly fell silent, no longer speaking, as if he were a mute.

Only his face looked worse than if he had eaten a fly, his eyes twitching for an instant — grass, he actually seems to have understood?!

If this were in the North Wind Workshop, no, he's not in the North Wind either!

Should I...

Huang Xu's mind moved — heroes don't ask about their background, should I take advantage of Ye Xian's inattention and kidnap him back to make it a done deal?

Didn't the North start by looting? What's there to be embarrassed about.

Anyway, the temper matches the appetite, and he can't say anything. After engraving the North Wind Seal, I'll go find the Plow-Casting Master to kowtow and ask him to turn it around, wouldn't the matter be settled!

It's just a pity...

After really hesitating for a moment, he helplessly chose to give up.

Looking at this kid's dog-hearted and dog-faced appearance, I'm afraid he won't be raised even if he's kidnapped back, offending people for nothing, and there's a possibility of provoking Ye Xian, forget it, forget it.

Let's take down that thing that wants to sit on the fence first, so as not to leave any future trouble!

The moment the fierce look appeared in his eyes, the flame-shaped sword in his hand was raised again and thrown.

It fell into the hands of the giant · Su Erte; instantly, the metal dissolved, flames sprayed out, turning into an out-and-out flame sword.

Amidst the surging flame light, Su Erte hissed and slashed.

On the Circle Realm · Abyss of Eternal Darkness and Buried Bones, cracks appeared, and the giant had already leaped up, breaking into it, attacking fiercely regardless of his own life!

Pacquiao finally took a step back.

Amidst the siege, he looked at Ji Jue's location with hatred.

Things have come to this, there is nothing more to be done, so he can only retreat.

As for those water ghosts who were instigated and coerced, even if they all died, what does it have to do with me!

As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood; as long as the foundation on the sea is still there, sooner or later, the Blood-Washing Fleet can be reorganized to wash away today's shame!

It's a pity, so many sacrifices, all wasted.

A look of heartache appeared on his face for an instant, and then, without thinking, he activated Blood Bone Rebirth!

Pop!

His body exploded out of thin air, like a bomb, blood flames rushing into the sky. And his soul had already flowed out, following the resonance of the ritual, returning to his old home on the vast ocean.

Ran!

Did he run?

Like running.

The moment his body exploded and the secret ritual was activated, in his perception, the rituals bound to the Town of Harlots and another secret place actually lost response all at once!

Gone!

In the momentary sluggishness, he was stabbed several times by the three giants, and he gathered his body in a mess, subconsciously looking back toward the direction of the ocean.

Town of Harlots...

No, from now on, I'm afraid there is no Town of Harlots anymore.

In the moment of realization, he finally understood why Huang Xu, the logistics officer of the Dragon Bone Fleet, would appear here!!!

Then he couldn't help but roar.

Almost crying blood!

And just outside Xinquan, Ling Shuo, holding the token, put on shackles under the supervision of the Wasteland Collection Chosen One, showing he was harmless. Hearing the sound at this moment, he couldn't help but look back, blowing a whistle while feeling lingering fear.

In this world, what could be more pleasant than others falling into hell while you yourself are spared?

"Thanks to the old thing jumping off the ship fast."

Price, you can't negotiate the price.

Things, you can't handle things.

Since that's the case, don't blame Ling Six for selling his teammates; anyway, he had to find a pig to kill, who isn't killing?

The two Wasteland Collection leaders who had been at daggers drawn had long since hit it off in secret and formed an alliance!

Not just Ling Six, but also the North Wind Workshop introduced into the game by Frederick, an old friend Ji Jue met during the exam!

You know, the North has a big family and a big business, but the landlord's family has no surplus grain!

Moreover, the new Great Lord is ambitious and wants to rush out of the Baihe belt; in the past few months of fighting to the death, they haven't been tripped up less by this group of water ghosts wandering on the sea, especially Pacquiao, who sits on the fence and raises prices on all sides; who knows when these guys will put on a uniform and turn into regular troops...

When Ji Jue made a phone call, it went directly to Frederick's teacher — the supervising master Huang Xu, and everyone hit it off immediately.

In just a few days, various forces, under Ji Jue's guidance, intertwined in Xinquan, divided their respective spoils, and reached a friend transaction.

Prepare to open the banquet!

As for... the Security Bureau?

When Ji Jue discovered Pacquiao's plan, he was amused: Just kidding, does cooking a water ghost leader really need the Security Bureau to help cheer?!

At this very moment, thousands of miles away from Xinquan... on the deep-night Wandering Sea, fire was soaring into the sky.

The riddled Town of Harlots was slowly collapsing and sinking amidst the burning.

A scene of desolation.

The paradise built by pirates through looting finally ushered in the end of looting.

Relying on the passage secret order of the Gray Port, disguised as a support fleet, and cooperating with insiders, after passing through the natural fog belt, the Dragon Bone Fleet drove straight in, firing with full firepower to break the defense, directly breaking into parts, and began to loot wantonly.

Making money, it's not shameful; if we really talk about pirates, the North is the ancestor!

"This old dog Pacquiao has saved quite a bit of money."

On the deck, the captain looked down at the burning town in the distance, listening to the report in his ears, grinning happily, and his eyes looking at the young man beside him became more and more satisfied.

"Well done, Fred!"

Frederick's expression was complex, and hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh: "In the end, I was still used by that guy."

"So-called allies are just relationships of mutual use, aren't they? In this world, having such a relationship is already rare." The captain waved his hand indifferently, suddenly asking: "What was the price you agreed on?"

"One and a half percent." Frederick lowered his head and answered.

"Give him two percent."

The captain patted him on the shoulder: "Tell him this is what you fought for yourself."

"Why..."

Frederick was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, lowering his head gratefully.

Ji Jue attracted hatred, creating a Town of Harlots with empty defenses and no ability to resist for the Dragon Bone Fleet, and the Dragon Bone Fleet completely swept away Pacquiao's foundation and reinforcements.

Things have come to this, the transaction has been completed.

The fleet could actually turn its face and deny it, what one and a half percent, never heard of it, don't know. Frederick said it blindly, it doesn't count.

Anyway, I'm far away in the North, can you bite me to death?

In fact, if you don't give it, Ji Jue can't really come to the door to ask for it, and he might just swallow this muffled loss.

Otherwise? What can he do? Find a rope to hang himself to add a big point to the "useless group"?

It's a pity that this plan has a thousand and ten thousand benefits, but it has one disadvantage... that is, you must kill Ji Jue on the spot, and at the same time, bear the consequences.

Otherwise, this grandson has people, land, and technology, has backers, channels, and ability, and is also vengeful to the extreme, always doing things without leaving any room, always starting with a one-stop service of grinding bones and scattering ashes.

If he gets ruthless and directly explodes his production capacity, in a few months, you will be able to see a large batch of standard federal military supplies sold at half price from the armies of the Northern cities that are now enemies with the North...

For such a little money, smashing such a good cake, and being stared at by such a dog thing, it's really not worth it.

It's better to share more money and keep some friendship. Moreover, the North is currently being blocked by the Thousand Islands trade, and it is also desperately short of supplies, right?

"The weather is getting cold."

The captain lowered his eyes, staring at the ashes and dew falling on the deck, sighing softly, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

At this time, Pacquiao should be cold soon, right? ===== CHAPTER 364 =====