Beastmaster

Chapter 530 Three Familiar People

Although the words "I am your father" were infuriating, for some reason, the cold murderous intent emanating from the voice made the foreign intermediate god unable to get angry. His head was numb and he felt as if he was facing death.

After the yellow-robed and masked man built heavy rock and earth walls around his body, he realized that he had really offended the wrong person.

Normally, this rock and soil wall would not give people a sense of crisis, but the rock and soil walls around him actually exuded the breath of death, as if this was the soil produced in the Nine Netherworld.

But at this moment, just being afraid would definitely lead to death, so the foreign intermediate god gritted his teeth and quickly summoned endless blood and energy in front of him with his trembling hands.

The blood energy seemed to appear out of nowhere, and waves of blood mist rushed towards him.

The bright red and smelly blood attached to the body of the foreign intermediate god, just like a set of blood-colored armor, tightly wrapping him up, leaving only his eyes exposed.

"A mere trifle," the masked man in the yellow robe looked at everything the foreign believers did with disdain, his face cold and without any warmth at all.

Soon after he finished speaking, the masked man in the yellow robe made another move.

His hands were crossed in front of his chest, with his palms facing the direction of the foreign intermediate god.

I saw a yellowish-brown light emanating from between the hands of the yellow-robed and masked man.

As the light continued to flash, the walls that enveloped the foreign intermediate god also began to flash and vibrate rhythmically.

The light became brighter and brighter, and the wall began to fluctuate, as if the wall was not hard but soft.

As the wall slowly trembled, several protrusions began to appear on the rock wall, and the protrusions became sharper and sharper.

Gradually, the raised areas turned into countless sharp spikes on the rock and soil wall!

"Break," the yellow-robed and masked man said coldly, and then he gently pushed his hands forward.

At this moment, the pupils of the foreign intermediate god deep inside the rock and soil wall suddenly shrank, and then he was firmly trapped by the surrounding walls.

The rock and earth walls had now been pieced together to look like a prison, without even a single gap visible.

The yellow-robed and masked man put down his hands, watched a trace of black liquid slowly seeping out from the bottom of the prison, and then he turned and left.

This black liquid was none other than the blood of the foreign intermediate god just now.

Seeing the yellow-robed and masked man walking with ease, it seemed that he had killed many foreign believers in this way.

As the yellow-robed and masked man left, the rock and earth prison also disappeared, and a corpse riddled with holes lay on the ground!

"You really haven't stopped yet!" At this time, the masked man in a red and black robe who was fleeing rapidly in the sky gritted his teeth as he looked at the foreign intermediate god who was chasing him from behind.

If he hadn't consumed too much energy from the two people's attack just now, he should have switched positions now!

But what can I do? I am the one being hunted now. There is no point in thinking about it. Just run!

"Hehehe, let's see how long you can run!" The foreign intermediate god was also trying his best to chase him. Perhaps it was the potential that people can burst out when facing death, and he couldn't even catch up with this seriously injured guy.

But he was not worried. As long as he didn't lose him, he would catch up with this guy sooner or later.

Therefore, there were two equally red figures in the sky, flying rapidly one in front and one behind, and even leaving streams of light behind them.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the masked man in the red and black robe was indeed out of strength. I could feel his speed decreasing, and the distance between them was slowly narrowing.

He turned around and looked at the foreign believers who were chasing him relentlessly, his brows were tightly furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and he thought to himself, this time it's really over.

"Hehehe, you're out of energy, right? Let's see where you can escape!" Seeing the guy in front of him running out of strength, he was naturally very happy in his heart. At least, he would not become nutrients for the blood pool when he returned.

So, when he thought of this, the foreign intermediate god seemed to explode, squeezing out all the physical strength and energy in his body, and even burst out briefly in a rapid situation.

Just as this foreign intermediate god was about to catch up with him, the masked man in the red and black robe was stunned, and his pupils suddenly contracted. In his pupils, the figure of this foreign intermediate god continued to grow larger.

It's over, I'm really finished now, I haven't taken revenge yet! I really can't accept this!

But what should I do now? If I fall into the hands of a foreign country and get tortured to death, it would be better to kill myself.

Thinking of this, he looked at the attacking foreign intermediate god with firm eyes, and then he actually laughed.

"Haha, goodbye mom and dad, goodbye brothers, goodbye Cang..." He started to say goodbye to the person in his heart with an attitude of being ready to die, but before he could finish, his pupils suddenly dilated.

He froze in place, because just when he was about to be caught, a stream of white and blue light flashed past him.

The powerful icy aura made him tremble, and he even felt like he was in the far north.

"Ah! Who are you?" The foreign intermediate god was kicked firmly on the waist and was kicked away.

He steadied himself and looked at the masked man in a blue and white robe who also had a cold expression in front of him.

"Are you all together?!" the foreign intermediate god exclaimed, wondering if he had fallen into a trap. Are these masked men part of a unified organization?

The masked man in the blue and white robe ignored him, and then his palm turned white and blue, and lines of cold air condensed in the void, and then a crystal clear ice sword condensed in his palm.

The sword follows when he raises his hand, and the head falls when he lets go.

In just a moment, the foreign intermediate god who was so arrogant and confident just now had his head separated from his body.

His head rolled to the ground, covered in mud, and lay there unwillingly.

At this moment, the man in the yellow robe and mask also arrived here.

The three of them formed a triangle, looking at each other in bewilderment.

At this moment, when the yellow-robed masked man saw the white-blue-robed masked man, he snorted coldly.

Through the mask, one could see that his eyes revealed endless murderous intent. Then he turned around and left.

When the masked man in the white and blue robe saw the masked man in the yellow robe, a hint of tenderness and nostalgia appeared in his cold eyes, but it disappeared as he left.

Then, the masked man in the white and blue robe sighed, then turned into a puff of frost and disappeared.

In such a large place, only the masked man in black and red robe was left here, feeling the cold wind.

But at this time his eyes were firm and no longer confused. He looked at the place where the two people left, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I knew it was you."

Afterwards, he also turned into a burst of blood and disappeared into the air.

The three of them did not leave any traces. If it weren't for the corpse of a foreign intermediate god lying here, there wouldn't even be any signs of a fight.

At this time, a long time had passed.

In that uninhabited desolate land, in that deep pit, Jing Cangming slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were lifeless, like a dead man.

He was still sitting there cross-legged, motionless, staring at the wall in front of him, and then a trace of energy burst out from his body.

Jing Cangming kept waving his hands in front of him, and a trace of afterimage was left where his hands passed.

A trace of chaotic power emanated from around his body and quietly flowed towards the wall.

As the power of chaos continued to spread, the moment it touched the wall, it seemed as if there was something in the wall that faintly lit up for a moment, and then bounced the power of chaos back.

Seeing this, Jing Cangming slowly stood up and took back the power of chaos.

There was a glimmer of life in his eyes, as if he had discovered some treasure.

"Superior attributes," he murmured softly, then walked forward and pressed his hands against the wall.

It turned out that there was an invisible energy entangled on the wall, and this energy was above the chaos, so he couldn't break through and go in.

Jing Cangming looked again and again, and there was still a little distance between his hands and the wall, and he couldn't touch the wall no matter what he did.

So he withdrew his hands and sat down quietly again.

Just when he closed his eyes, a sound was heard in the space.

"Mere intermediate attributes cannot break through here." The voice sounded very ancient.

Hearing the voice, Jing Cangming's eyes, which had just been closed, suddenly opened, and he looked around in disbelief.

But he saw nothing except the sound.

Finally he returned his gaze to the wall in front of him, "Is that you?"

"Chaos is an intermediate force, you can't enter," the ancient voice sounded again, but did not answer Jing Cangming's question.

There was no fluctuation in Jing Cangming's expression, but there was a hint of life in his eyes, not as lifeless as before.

"Then what are you?" Jing Cangming opened his mouth. He hadn't spoken to anyone for twenty years, and his voice was still a little hoarse.

"I am not energy," the voice came out again, and then there was no movement.

Jing Cangming simply ignored him and continued to close his eyes and rest.

However, Jing Cangming did not simply close his eyes. He was still thinking about the words he had just said.

Is it possible that even chaos is still an intermediate attribute? Then what are the advanced attributes like?

If what the voice just said is true, then I will never be able to enter behind this wall with the help of chaos?

Twenty years have passed, and Jing Cangming's brain started working again and he began to think about problems.

He was searching for all kinds of information that he already knew in his spiritual world.

If the chaos attribute is an intermediate attribute, then the thirteen attributes used to fuse chaos are also lower-level attributes?