Chapter 13: The Great Holy War Chapter 106: Head

Then, under the smiling face of the little red-collared child and the gaze of his pure black gemstone-like eyes, the sword in Emperor Yao's hand was slowly bent by a mysterious invisible force, and the blade automatically reversed and curled upward.

Hot red blood flowed down Emperor Yao's wrist. He felt as if he had been bitten by a mosquito. He looked carefully and found that the scene in front of him was shaking left and right. The world was tilted in his sight. It was so strange. He thought carefully for a while and found that the head was cut off from the neck...

Then, he felt the scene in front of him expanding. He was very close to the child with red hood. He could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the child's pink face and the scent of milk on his body, but there was a faint stench of corpse in the scent of milk.

Then, he saw the little boy with the red hat smiling, with his pure black eyes showing mischief and curiosity, and he stretched out his hand towards him.

No, don't come over, he roared desperately in his heart, his anger rushed to his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word, and then he felt a small hand holding his face. The small hand was so cold, like a piece of ice, even with his physique, he felt shivering.

Then, he heard the clear voice of the red-faced child, grinning, "Very nice skin, you take good care of it. It feels so good to be alive!"

Then, Emperor Yao felt a pain on his face, and then it seemed as if something was flowing down his cheek, and a few drops of blood slid down in the world in front of him, dyeing the world red. Then he saw the red-haired child retract his palm, but in that pink little hand, it seemed that he was holding a fair and bronze... face?

A wave of panic rose in his heart. The intense fear was like a ferocious beast crawling over his heart and strangling his throat. Then the world in front of him darkened and became completely black...

In the breeze, drops of spilled blood gently dripped down the sky.

Emperor Shun, who was chasing from behind, suddenly felt his heart shrink, and his hair stood up like the barbs of an angry beast. His sharp eyes were filled with fear and anger. He only saw Emperor Yao's body rushing in front of the red-hooded child. When his body froze, more than a dozen streaks of blood flashed across his skin. Then, when the breeze blew past, it collapsed slowly like a skyscraper. The incisions were neat and smooth, and his hands, feet, internal organs, etc. were all cut into countless pieces, like drifting goose-hair snow, lightly sliding down from his sight, and falling to the endless bottom at a very fast speed. txt e-book download**

He was so shocked by this horrifying scene that his skin went numb, his blood began to flow backwards, and his heart seemed to be strangled by a ferocious beast, making a bursting sound that made it difficult for him to breathe.

However, he was experienced in combat after all, and even though his legs were filled with terror as if they were filled with lead and he was unable to move, and even forgot to move, at this critical moment, he still woke up quickly like a conditioned reflex, and without thinking, he exerted all his strength and speed, turned around and rushed into the distance.

It was too scary, too horrible, this was definitely not a monster he could resist!

A gentle breeze swept past the figure quickly and curlingly, and the air was filled with a faint scent of milk and the stench of corpses. Before Emperor Shun came to his senses, he saw a child with red hoodies sitting on the back of the snow-white silver wolf on the retreat road ahead, with both legs on the same side, knees arched, and small feet stepping on the soft silver-white hair. In his white lotus-like arms, he held a faceless, bloody head, and the other hand supported his chin. His little mouth pouted cutely and said, "Where are you going? Don't you want to play with me?"

In the eyes of Emperor Shun, this innocent child was like a demon in a blood-red coat, more brutal and vicious than any corpse present. His heart throbbed violently, looking at the head of Emperor Yao held by the child in the red coat. At this moment, the head was completely covered with ice and snow, forming a thick layer of ice. From the weak life pulse in the air, he knew that Emperor Yao was not completely dead yet. (《7*

It is difficult for people with their physical condition to die, unless they concentrate all their strength and vitality on one point, such as the heart or the head. At this time, as long as the heart or the head explodes, all the vitality in the body will disappear, just like when Ye Chen took out his heart and gave it to Bai Yijun, he concentrated all his vitality and strength on that heart. Therefore, if he loses his heart, he will age quickly and lose his life.

Before, Emperor Yao's vitality was dispersed throughout the cells of his body. Even though his body and heart were chopped into pieces, there was still strong vitality in his brain, and he would not die for a while.

"Go to hell!" He roared and swung out a beam of energy from his hand. The beam of light was like a white seagull, shooting obliquely towards the child with red hood, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and when it was close to the child with red hood, it quickly split into three and attacked from the left, right and center.

The red-hooded kid smiled as he looked at the sharp white light slashes. The light slashes suddenly stopped two feet in front of him, as if they were suddenly strangled by something and could not move forward at all. The strong cold wind raised by the light slashes lifted the black hair of the red-hooded kid, and his eyes did not waver at all. He smiled and said, "Could it be that you want to kill me too?"

Emperor Shun opened his mouth slightly, wanting to speak, but the three pure white beams of light quickly shot back, cutting through the air with a hissing sound, and shot towards Emperor Shun with even more ferocious momentum.

Then, he inserted it into the chest...

A drop of blood slowly dripped down the flat surface of the chest onto the clothes. At that moment, it seemed as if even the wind had choked, leaving only this drop of blood slowly, slowly falling...

"Do you want to leave me?" The red-hooded child pouted, as if his favorite toy was taken away by someone, his delicate black eyebrows slightly wrinkled, he sat on the pure white silver wolf without moving, the sound of wind suddenly swept to the back of him more than ten feet away, there, an almost transparent figure appeared from the wind, his body motionless as if it had been hit by blood, stiff in place.

The figure of Emperor Shun, who was standing in front of the little boy in the red hat, disappeared in the wind like smoke.

The red-haired kid turned around, looked at the frozen figure behind him, shrugged, and said sadly and helplessly: "You should have told me if you wanted to leave. I don't like rude people..."

Emperor Shun's body was stiff. If you looked closely, you would find that his body was trembling slightly, as if he was struggling. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. No sound came out of his throat. Then, the world in front of him suddenly turned upside down and was slowly pulled upwards like cloth.

Then, he saw his familiar palm and body, but there was a constant stream of sticky blood gushing out from the neck of the body, and there was no head...

Then, he felt a crisp voice in his ears, and a bone-chilling little hand hugged his cheek, freezing him like ice. He felt the world in front of him shaking, and he appeared in the arms of the red-faced child. He could see the blood-red light shining down from the child's head, dazzling and blinding. The blood seemed to stain his face like a curtain of water. Then he saw the red-faced child grinning, revealing a row of white teeth, and said with a smile: "I'll use your body for my little white to eat first, okay? I'll give you one later."

Emperor Shun's hair stood up all over his body, his heart was filled with fear, and he seemed to hear the sound of bones chewing in his ears, eerie and harsh.

Then, he felt a pain in his head and the world went dark.

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Phew!

Fuxi held the Bagua mirror in his hand, with divine power rising to the sky. Surrounded by dozens of ferocious beasts, he rushed left and right, and released a thousand-foot-long divine light towards the sky. The Bagua mirror in his hand slapped out like a raging sea, and beams of white light like blooming auroras shot into the army of corpses, repelling the approaching beasts one by one.

At this critical moment, he took a moment to look at the child in red, anxiously wanting to see why Emperor Yao and Emperor Shun had not retreated yet. He was almost unable to hold on any longer.

However, just this one look made his mind buzz, and a brief space appeared. He stared blankly at the center of the evil beast group, and saw the red-hooded child sitting on the pure silver wolf, holding two heads covered with thick ice in his hands. From the vague faces, it can be seen that they belong to Emperor Yao and Emperor Shun. The pure silver wolf he sat on was chewing two tui in its mouth. Most of the tui were already in its mouth, leaving only two small tui and bare feet hanging out...

This... His heart twitched violently, and then he suddenly felt a bloody wind blowing from all directions. He was surrounded by a dozen vicious beasts and pounced on him. He felt a sudden pain in the back. The burning pain seemed to tear his body apart, breaking the centrifugal force and sense of balance of the whole body, and he involuntarily fell forward a few steps.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the front and below, and hit his chin like a sharp spear, hitting his chin, and his mouth full of teeth slammed together, making a crackling sound, and all broke into pieces, with blood spurting out of his mouth and flowing out of his nostrils.

When his chin and brain felt numb, before he could regain his composure, he felt fierce collisions everywhere on the left, right, above and below, knocking his body left and right, as if he had fallen into a surging herd of bison, being knocked flying and trampled by countless bison.

His consciousness was blurred by the impact. In the blur, he tried to use his remaining strength to protect the Bagua mirror on his chest, but he was hit by a huge force. His palm went numb and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was thrown straight into the distance.

His blurred eyes were stained red with blood, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored mist. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the hot blood from the corner of his eyes, but when he raised his hand, he found that his palm did not appear. He could not help but turn his head to look over, only to find that blood had gushed out of his shoulder like a fountain at some point, and his arm was gone.