sbdcsierra Chapter 132: Standing Up
Chapter 132: Standing Up
On the ring, White Owl's skin was torn and his body was charred.
He had just endured Meng Ning's Thunder Dragon attack, and more than 90% of his body tissues were severely burned, and more than % of his tissues were completely carbonized.
If an ordinary person suffered such a serious injury, he would definitely die instantly, but White Owl is not an ordinary person.
He is a grand master proficient in both talismans and mechanical devices. He has long since transformed himself into a terrifying being that is neither human nor ghost. His vitality is far beyond that of ordinary people.
An ordinary sharp blade that can cut iron and steel would only cause a small white mark on his flesh, and a bullet would not even leave a small hole on his body.
He was undoubtedly a monster, a terrifying monster. But today he met another monster, a monster far superior to him.
This monster is Meng Ning on the stage. The tiger that Meng Ning summons can tear everything apart, and the thunder dragon that he summons can destroy everything.
But even after summoning such a terrifying spell, he could still feel that the monster above his head was not using its full strength.
The magical powers he retained were as bottomless as an abyss.
Faced with such a monster, the White Owl was defeated, completely defeated.
Not only was he defeated, he was also going to die.
Perhaps if someone could come up and save him, give him a hand, and rescue him, he might be able to survive.
But White Owl knew clearly that no one would save him.
You want to ask why?
Because he is a white owl, he is evil, he is bad, he kills all living things, he is despised by everyone, he has no friends, he has only enemies.
Haha, if I were not on the stage at this moment, I'm afraid my enemies below the stage would rush up and crush me to ashes without hesitation.
The white owl is about to die, but if you ask the white owl whether it cares about its own death.
The white owl will answer you that he doesn't care. He is an evil man and more than a thousand innocent lives have been killed in his hands.
It would not be an exaggeration for him to die suddenly at any time, and it would not be an exaggeration for him to die horribly.
But you have to ask him if he would regret dying here?
The White Owl will definitely answer you that he regrets, but he does not regret his death, but he regrets that he did not have fun once before his death.
This is the only thing he wants in his life. In the end, he really hopes that someone can look at him straight in the eye.
He really hoped that when he died, others would look at him with surprise, respect, and recognition.
Since he was born, few people have looked at him with respect.
He didn't want to die like this. If he died at this moment, the people in the audience would surely think that this beast deserved to die, and it was a great blessing that this bastard was executed.
Then he looked at his own corpse with contempt and disgust.
White Owl didn't want to die here and be stared at with disgust and contempt.
No, he can't die, he wants to live, he wants to live!
When the survivors' desire for life reaches its peak, this power will be able to penetrate time and space, and attract the attention and response of the Lord of All Industries.
At this moment, the true blood of all karmas descends.
The heroes present only felt that the world of Gaojia Village was suddenly shrouded in an ominous dark red, and the air was so heavy that it made people feel suffocated.
The dark clouds were hanging low at this time, blocking out the last ray of sunlight in the sky.
Night fell early and the world began to fall into a dead silence and darkness.
Suddenly, in the darkness, a red light as deep as blood pierced through the clouds and shot directly towards Gaojia Village.
After the red light was shot out, the earth began to shake slightly, and cracks appeared in the endless night sky and began to spread silently.
Blood beads flashing a strange red light began to overflow from the cracks between the clouds.
After the blood beads appeared, a sickening fishy-sweet smell instantly filled the air.
This is the unique smell of blood, but for some reason it makes everyone present feel extremely sweet. This smell stimulates everyone's senses.
Among the heroes, those upright people who often cultivate their minds can still maintain their rationality.
But Quan Xing's group of evil people can hardly keep their composure.
They wanted to go crazy, to attack each other, to tear each other apart, to completely surrender to their primitive desires and instincts.
Meng Ning, who was sitting on the hilt of the sword, saw red light flashing in the eyes of many people in the audience, and he could not control himself.
After sighing, he silently recited the magic formula and uttered single words.
"fire!"
In an instant, the giant sword began to burn with raging flames, and then, with the giant sword as the center, the warm flames dispelled the coldness and madness in everyone's hearts.
The glass heart fire burns away evil thoughts.
Everyone who had regained their composure had fear on their faces, and then they looked at the various strange phenomena in the sky with astonishment, and by the way, they leaned their bodies as close as possible to the direction of Meng Ning's giant sword.
They knew that the fire on the giant sword could offset the invasion of the red light that could devour people's minds.
At this time, the blood-red light column in the sky began to slowly condense into a huge vortex. Deep in the vortex, a drop of red blood slowly squirmed as if it had consciousness, and then began to drip towards the direction of the white owl on the ring.
Affected by the true blood of Wanye, Hu Tiandao and Shu Sanniang, who had just died, actually slowly stood up from the ground. However, before they could completely stand up, they were burned to ashes by the enhanced version of the Glazed Heart Fire emitted by the giant sword.
The true blood of all industries in the sky is slowly descending towards the white owl. Although it is slow, it gives everyone a sense of destiny that is destined to happen and unstoppable.
It was as if the white owl's contact with this drop of blood was destined to happen, something assigned by God.
Meng Ning knew that this was the result of the magical power of the law of cause and effect of all karma. The result came before the cause. This was the power of the magical power of all karma.
He can plan an outcome in advance and then fill in the process of what happens.
Even though the true blood has not yet dripped onto the white owl, he is already a magic corpse. His fate is already determined, and the dripping of true blood is just a process.
The arrival of Wanye’s true blood cannot be stopped.
But even so, Meng Ning is not without a plan to deal with it. In this case, let me make some preparations for your arrival.
You're coming down, right? You're changing in front of me, right? It just depends on whether I guard your body or not.
I will definitely suppress it as soon as it gets up. I want to see if the white owl behind the mage corpse can withstand my full-strength attack in turret state?
At that moment, Meng Ning kept spitting out numbers.
"fire"
"wind"
"knife"
"tiger"
"Dragon"
"sword"
"ax"
"ice"
"stone"
"gun"
Instantly, dragons and tigers roared in the sky around the white owl, and countless golden lights transformed into knives, swords, spears, and axes. There were also countless ice spikes, stones, and various magical powers that were silent in front of him, waiting to be shot out at the moment he turned into a magic corpse.
Finally, the true blood fell on White Owl. The moment his body came into contact with Wanye's true blood, his originally scarce vitality suddenly became full.
The charred and carbonized tissue all over his body gradually fell off and new flesh and blood grew out. Not only that, his body shape also began to change dramatically.
His originally bald head began to grow slimy and disgusting tentacles, as if countless octopuses were coiled on top of his head.
The tentacles of an octopus are not traditional suction cups, but rather wide-open eyes.
The holes in his body that contained the ink tendons and soft bones also began to grow longer and thicker tentacles.
The newly born white owl transformed into an even more disgusting tentacle monster.
The reborn white owl laughed heartily, seeming to feel infinite joy. He was happy for his new life and also happy for his own strength.
He looked at the people in the audience excitedly, with a joyful smile on his face.
That was the joy of harvest, and he began to express his inner happiness.
"Thank you for offering me such a great blood sacrifice in my new life. I am about to start."
However, his happiness did not last long as a voice came from above his head.
"You're welcome, but I want to give you a tip."
The white owl asked: "What?"
Meng Ning: "Haha, it's nothing. You're just too happy too early."
The next moment, endless magical attacks covered the white owl's new body.
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