Chapter 163 She Has Facial Paralysis

"town--------!!"

Suddenly, a vague, powerful and deep voice was heard. Bai Mo used the sound nebula, and an invisible light bloomed in his eyes, which drove away the chaotic soul and thunder sound that broke into his mind. The unique voice spread and flew into the spiritual world of the three people, completely eliminating the disturbing noise.

At the same time, the silver halo spread. Bai Mo stared at the dense array of water cannons flying towards him. Suddenly, a gorgeous silver light spread from in front of him and turned into a space covering a hundred meters.

In an instant! The silver space enveloped those unstoppable water cannons, as if time had been frozen, and those water cannons were instantly unable to move.

"opposite!"

With a solemn command, the silver space suddenly burst into light, and the water bullets that had originally attacked them were instantly returned.

Puff puff puff!!!

With heavy and powerful impacts, the returning water cannons threw the unsuspecting water beasts into chaos, causing them to roll over and over like wheat without support, falling in a mess.

"Star Flame - Fiery Fist - Nine Palaces!"

The pale flames rose up, turning the entire beach pale. The terrifying high temperature evaporated wisps of white mist.

Ding Yumian's entire body was enveloped in the violent, pale flames, completely lacking his usual calmness and tranquility.

The whole person was as wild and unbridled as a raging flame, and against the backdrop of countless flames, she looked like a fire goddess. The surging energy turned into boiling magma and poured into the surface.

As a huge pillar of fire broke through the ground beneath the feet of the drum-beating water beasts like a whale breaking through the water, more pale pillars of flames burst out and rose up! Soaring into the sky!

Boom boom boom!

The huge lava pillars made entirely of flames looked like giant beasts that had escaped from their captivity!

It bared its fangs and claws and attacked everything around it, turning an area of ​​80 meters into the territory of pale fire.

The terrifying high temperature directly turned the sand into crystals, the flames went out, revealing a dozen dying water beasts.

Then she looked at Bai Mo, and Bai Mo's eyes lit up. The silver hairpin spear instantly appeared in his hand. Rays of spear light were shaken out like raindrops, and with the speed of a gust of wind, they accurately pierced the heads of the fallen drum-beating water beasts.

Sikong Wen was not curious. He asked about it when he saw Bai Mo use this demon-slaying tool to kill the commander three times in a row that day.

Bai Mo said that this demon-slaying weapon possesses a slight undead power, and there is a certain chance that the spirit of the demon killed by it will appear.

In Sikong Wen's opinion, the effect of this thing is quite impressive, but not much.

He was even more surprised by the two's cultivation. He originally thought that Bai Mo was already very powerful as he could take into account both the summoning and space systems.

Now it seems that his ability in music is also extraordinary, and then there is Ding Yumian.

I didn't expect that her fire power was so powerful. The range of the Nine Palace Flames was more than twice that of an ordinary fire mage!

Thinking of this, his hands moved quickly.

Flashes of lightning appeared in his eyes, and a dark cloud gathered in an instant. He beat the remaining drummer half to death and left it to Bai Mo to kill.

Seeing that all the Leigu water beasts had lost their ability to move, Bai Mo stopped firing his gun in the air and directly controlled the wind track to pass among these Leigu water beasts. Gun flowers bloomed and he harvested essences one by one.

Even if there was a drum-beating water beast pretending to be dead, it had no ability to resist under the gravity field surrounding him.

When he stopped at the beach, everyone stopped with him.

Sikong Wen didn't ask him about his harvest, so he naturally wouldn't tell.

This coast is indeed very close to the opposite island, like an outstretched finger, almost able to poke the other side.

"Are you guys ready for magic?"

"alright."

With a slight nod, the silver in Bai Mo's eyes rotated again, and the silver stars danced around him in an orderly manner, forming a constellation as bright as diamonds.

The diamond throne suddenly shattered into even more dreamy dust, which scattered all over the place, obscuring the figures of the four people.

When they reappeared, the four had landed on the deserted rocky island opposite.

The entire Deserted Stone Island is just as its name suggests, a barren land.

There was no life on the gray rocky ground, not even a blade of grass.

As soon as they landed, they saw the ground beneath their feet surging up and down, and a crack in the ground like a huge mouth suddenly opened, as if to swallow everyone.

From the abyss-like cracks, there stretched out vines that looked like they were made of stone, and they were like the tongue of the earth demon, eager to pull them into its belly.

"Oh no! It's the Rock-clothed Demon!"

Suddenly, his feet felt empty and Sikong Wen's expression suddenly changed.

"Space flying bridge!"

A silver light flashed in Bai Mo's eyes, and a solid space ground was formed directly under everyone's feet, blocking the attack of the rock-clothed demon under their feet, and preventing everyone from falling into the cracks in the ground.

"Thunder surge!"

There was a burst of rage in Sikong Wen's eyes, and endless blue-purple lightning condensed into rolling thunder plasma.

The terrifying lightning lava turned into a waterfall of thunder, instantly submerging and crushing the insidious rock-clothed demon under his feet.

A gust of wind blew, and Bai Mo led everyone out of the crack and landed on a safe ground nearby.

He tapped the ground with his toes, and the sound of the strings spread out like ripples, but it was unable to distinguish these rock-clad demons that were lurking silently and blending in with the rocky land.

So they had to rely on him and Sikong Wen to use displacement magic to little by little detect the distribution of the rock-clothed demons on their way forward.

The process was not particularly dangerous. With their speed, they could easily escape the devil trap set by the Rock Demon before it fully launched its attack.

There were also situations where there were rock-clothed demons at every point ahead, so they had no choice but to force their way in. The closer they got to the center of the island, the more such situations there were.

Fortunately, these rock-clothed demons are just numerous. With their strength, it is not difficult to break through some blockades.

It took some time, and when the sun was at its zenith, they arrived at the edge of the island.

There is something strange about the Deserted Stone Island. The distance between the edge of the island and the two adjacent islands is about 250 meters.

Since there were no demons on the island beach, Bai Mo and his companions did not have to fight another battle. After walking for such a long time, his magic power was basically restored.

Standing on this island, you can see the scene on the opposite island.

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing across the entire island, and there were some sirens living underwater at the beach.

But there was not a single demon on the beach by the sea.

Further inside was a forest, not dense nor sparse, but without a single leaf on the trees. Pitch-black crows, swallowing up the surrounding light and making the light in the entire area weaker, darker, and colder than the surroundings, stood quietly on the branches of each tree, standing densely.

Many black crows grew on the trees, just like the leaves of the trees, but they only gave people a sparse feeling.

As if they sensed being watched, the cursed crows facing this side opened their blood-red eyes that seemed to hide thousands of years of resentment.

They just looked at this side, like sculptures, not chirping, nor flying over, quiet and silent.

But just being watched so quietly, Bai Mo and the other three felt cold all over. The blazing afternoon sun hit their bodies, but there was no warmth at all.

Taking a deep breath, Sikong asked, "Let's go over there and walk along the beach."

"Okay." Bai Mo nodded and released powerful mental power, directly isolating himself from the discomfort brought by the gaze of those bloodshot eyes.

With a flash of silver light, everyone appeared on the beach of Cursed Crow Island.

Yay!!

Yay!!!!

At this moment, a series of hoarse and unpleasant cries suddenly rang out, and the blood-eyed crows that were originally on the trees flew up in groups, forming a blood-ink dark cloud.

He came towards the crowd.

"There is a curse in this voice!"

Ding Yumian's expression suddenly became serious. As a curse mage, she was the first to notice the strangeness of the voice. A circle of crystal clear light spread out, casting a protective shield on everyone's heart.

At this moment, the blood-red eyes of the approaching blood-eyed curse crows suddenly flashed, and the dark red curse power quickly fell on everyone, but was blocked by Ding Yumian's heart protection.

“Glorious!”

Instantly, a dazzling golden light lit up above everyone's heads. The curse power that dyed the air red disappeared in an instant after encountering the golden light.

“Go!”

Sikong asked with a loud shout, no longer saving his magic energy. The ground beneath his feet surged and he waved his hand to summon a thundercloud, destroying the blood-eyed curse crow that was about to surround them in front of him.

Bai Mo's speed was not slow. He controlled the wind track and brought Ding Yumian with him. He also waved his hand to release a huge tornado, blocking all the blood-eyed curse crows behind him.

The four of them sped along the beach, but every blood-eyed curse crow roosting on the trees by the sea would be attracted by them, and they were not as fast as a group of winged ones.

The main reason was that Sikong Wen was not as fast as the group of winged creatures, so he was constantly surrounded, breaking through, attracting monsters, being surrounded, and breaking through again in a cycle.

They found that these cursed crows were very fragile, far weaker than ordinary slaves or generals.

Originally, Bai Mo's intermediate wind disk caused more than 20 casualties, but now it has increased to nearly 40.

For someone like Sikong Wen, one Wild Dance of Thunderbolt could even kill more than fifty of them directly.

What makes them difficult to deal with is that the more there are of them, the stronger the power of the curse becomes.

However, even so, the Blood-Eyed Curse Crow behind the four people had transformed from a small dark cloud at the beginning into a blood-ink cloud that could cover more than a hundred meters, dark and thick.

With lightning surging all over his body, Sikong Wen used Thunderbolt again to destroy the group of blood-eyed curse crows blocking the road ahead, and shouted:

"Almost there! Hang on a little longer."

"I'll do the cleanup, Situ, just focus on running. You're running too slowly."

Bai Mo's leisurely voice sounded, not at all nervous about being chased by thousands of demons.

Anyway, this is not the first time I have escaped, so I have a lot of experience.

Besides, with Ding Yumian here, the curse can't hurt him, and he has endless magic power, so he is not afraid of these blood-eyed curse crows at all.

"My last name is Sikong!!"

Sikong Wen cursed, and the ground waves beneath his feet surged faster.

"I'm just worried that you'll run out of magic power. Aren't you worried that we'll be surrounded?"

"Don't worry." Bai Mo said calmly, "Besides, I don't run out of magic energy."

"Stop talking, there's another group of blood-eyed curse crows coming over the front." Ye Xing reminded in time.

Bai Mo looked up and found a small black cloud flying in the distance.

"Killing Fun - Arrow Formation!"

With a light pluck of ten fingers, countless strings of sound condense into arrows of sound!

"Boom!"

It was as if there were soldiers in an army formation drawing their bows, accompanied by the sound of the bowstrings vibrating.

A large number of sound arrows shot out, quickly traveling across a thousand meters, absorbing the sounds along the way, and with even more terrifying power and penetration, directly shooting down those blood-eyed curse crows, turning them into a blood rain all over the sky.

Bai Mo did not slow down, and he steadily followed Sikong Wen with Ding Yumian, and they were about to reach the coast leading to the opposite island.

He looked back and saw a large blood-ink cloud composed of countless blood-eyed crows still chasing them, with a tendency to surround them again.

"Wind disaster!"

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic wind dragon roared up and faced the large number of blood-eyed curse crows that seemed like an almighty demon army. It charged forward with a powerful attack without any hesitation.

The huge body of the wind swept up the tiny curse crows, and was then gathered together and scattered by more curse crows.

But just this slight block was enough to reduce their encirclement momentum and allow the four people to reach the coast.

Looking at the opposite coast, the thriving vitality is particularly obvious. Although it is separated by a not very wide body of water, it can give people a completely different feeling.

His mind was running at high speed, and the silver light completely turned into a stream of water flowing out from Bai Mo's hands, quickly spreading out into beautiful and dazzling silver star maps.

But facing the overwhelming blood-eyed curse crows that were already close behind them, Sikong Wen and Ye Xing felt that this short period of time was so long! A short second seemed like a century had passed.

When the silver light completely covered their vision, an idea came to their minds: run away!

The silver light flickered on and off, bringing four human visitors to the swamp island.

As soon as he landed, Sikong Wen subconsciously used ground waves and looked back at the Curse Crow Island. When he saw that the Curse Crows on the Curse Crow Island, which seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun, were motionless and had no intention of chasing him, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The slight panic on his face gradually faded away. He stopped and looked at Ye Xing, who had the same expression as him.

Then he looked at Bai Mo and Ding Yumian, who remained calm and composed, and asked in surprise:

"Why are you so calm? If we were surrounded, we might not survive."

After saying that, he looked at Bai Mo again.

“Although I don’t know what you mean by not being able to use all your magic power, but any ability has its limits. With so many demons, your wind disk won’t be able to kill many at once.”

"She has facial paralysis. Don't be fooled by her calmness now. When there's no one around, she will definitely hug me and cry. As for me, I'm open-minded."

While Bai Mo was looking around, he pinched to death the little demon that was crawling towards him in the water at the beach, pointed at Ding Yumian and began to speak sincerely.

Ding Yumian glanced at him indifferently, gently touched Bai Ze's hair beside him, and said nothing.

Bai Ze followed them all the way, but it didn't want Sikong Wen and the others to see it, so it relied on Sikong Wen and the others' cultivation level to hide from them.

"Look!" The man pointed at him and continued to ask Sikong, "She was so scared that she missed her pet, so she wasn't as calm as you saw."

Sikong Wen didn't want to pay attention to him. He felt that the topic he had chosen to talk about in order to relax did not make him relax, but instead he was fed dog food.

"Let's continue on our journey. I don't want to be watched by those things here." Sikong Wen forgot to glance at the group of blood-eyed curse crows standing in neat piles on the shore.

He turned and walked into the island, with Ye Xing following him silently.

Bai Mo also looked back and found that the blood-eyed curse crows were right there, staring at this side quietly.

Then he looked at Ding Yumian and said, "Let's go."

Nodding, Ding Yumian glanced at the sirens that were crushed to death by Bai Mo. They were not rare species, so he followed.

(End of this chapter)