V6.Chapter 303

The thunder like hiss of the white horse immediately spread all over the city. After its lightning power defeated the terrible idea Union, even this top holy beast could not hide its wild surprise. Of course, such a record can occur because it has more than half of Lei Zhenzi. If not, it will never cause changes in heaven and earth, and it will not be able to gather such a powerful and incredible super power.

At this time, the white horse stood proudly in the sky, under the dark clouds, although there was still lightning and thunder, and the rain was still majestic, but all the light condensed on the white horse at this moment.

The huge flash of light from the ground lit up the whole city covered by dark clouds as if it were day, and in this glittering sky, it was the unparalleled one Horned Dragon Horse.

He Yiming breathed deeply, letting the air with a hint of fresh taste flow into his chest and abdomen.

He had found that at the moment when the lightning broke through the mind blockade and hit the ground, the mind over the city suddenly became thinner. Although it was still extremely powerful, it had lost its original spirit.

When countless people's thoughts are triggered by some force and work in one direction, the power that erupts can almost compete with the power of heaven and earth.

Even the biggest thunder and lightning condensed by white horse's personal action is also deadlocked with this force of thought.

Both sides are like two gladiators. No matter which side can win the final victory, it will be a great victory, because the loser can no longer accumulate such a powerful force to continue to fight the winner for the second time.

Fortunately, the power of heaven and earth condensed by white horse's leizhenzi finally laughed to the end, and the huge thunder rolling down showed the powerful power of the artifact.

Shinto, indeed, is not a human being can compete. Even if it gathers the power of hundreds of thousands of ordinary people and volatilizes their potential in a special way, it is also not possible.

At this time, the white horse thunder and lightning has achieved a perfect victory. It is as high as a God, looking down at the city under its feet. The power of heaven and earth caused by it made the city tremble at its feet, and the countless, winding scattered electric lights appeared in the sky again, and rushed down irregularly.

As he Yiming expected, after losing the first confrontation, even these independent lightning forces can easily break through the interception in the sky and attack the whole city at will.

With the continuous landing of lightning, countless strange forces appear in the city at a very fast speed.

The Shinto coagulation man not far from them suddenly rose up, and he controlled the body of the ancestor of the Yu family, flying into the air like a white horse thunder.

He Yiming looked at him in surprise. He didn't give any orders to the Shinto people, but he spontaneously made this action.

Using the ideas in his mind, he Yiming put forward his own question, but the answer he got was unusually straightforward.

That is desire, a desire for power, passed through the Shinto coagulation people's thoughts to he Yiming's brain.

This desire has become an instinct of Shinto people, and it is an instinct to do it at all costs.

He Yiming's body trembled slightly and was startled by this strong emotion. He had always thought that the blood clotting man was like a wooden man, who would not move until he pulled it out. If he did not get instructions, he would not care about anything unless it threatened the life safety of the blood clotting man.

But now it seems that he still made mistakes. Blood clotting people are definitely not that simple.

Just like at this moment, the Shinto blood clotting man flying in midair, he stretched out his hands flatly, and on his hands, a wisp of bright red blood and red silk diffused out.

He Yiming's face changed slightly, and he whispered, "blood clotting?"

Shook his head, he Yiming immediately put the idea aside. This is definitely not a blood clotting filament, but from the huge special force in the blood clotting human body. Compared with Hao Xue's hard-working magic soldiers in the past, this force like blood is much more fragile.

However, in the hands of the Shinto coagulation people at this time, these blood filaments played an incredible power.

They are centered on the Shinto blood clotting people and spread towards the endless horizon. In just a moment, these blood threads have formed a huge network in the whole sky. Not only that, these blood threads are also carefully approaching those powerful mental forces.

Suddenly, countless blood threads condensed in an instant, and they became a bloody Python writhing and dancing in the air, opened its huge mouth, exposed its poisonous fangs, and bited hard at those mental forces.

He Yiming gasped. He witnessed the strength of these ideas with his own eyes. Even the thunder and lightning power of the white horse can compete with it. At the moment, the Shinto coagulation man did not condense the power of heaven and earth, but only attacked with his own blood power. No matter how you look at it, it seems to be too reckless.

A person's strength is always limited. How can even a powerful Shinto master compete with such a huge ideological force condensed by hundreds of thousands of people without using the power of heaven and earth

At this moment, he Yiming even wondered whether the Shinto blood clotting man was crazy.

However, the result came out at the next moment and surprised he Yiming.

The bloody power incarnated as a python was not defeated by this powerful force of thought, but stubbornly bit a piece from this huge force of thought.

Looking at the thin mist in the mouth of the bloody python, he Yiming's eyes almost protruded.

Then, the bloody Python lifted his neck and swallowed this piece of mental power into his stomach.

Looking at the Shinto clotting man, his eyes were red, and the blood red color was flashing like glass. When his blood Python swallowed the power of his mind, a strong black fog rose from him.

At this moment, in the mind of he Yiming, there are countless strange images.

He seemed to see countless people sitting in a broad hall, facing the center of the city, bowing their heads, kneeling, drawing strange patterns in their hands, and singing loudly.

Outside the room, although it was thunder and lightning, dark clouds and heavy rain, as if the end of the world was coming, there was still no panic in this hall. Everyone has a strong and extreme enthusiasm.

This kind of breath seems to be contagious, and everyone is fully involved in it in this atmosphere.

Vaguely, he Yiming has understood that it must be because of this almost crazy atmosphere that these people can successfully stimulate their ideas in this specific environment and form a whole. However, he Yiming can only see this, but he still knows nothing about how they did it.

The picture in front of me flashed, and the image was completely broken. Then, from the blood clotting people's thoughts, many similar pictures came constantly. In those pictures, the number of devout singers was small, but basically the same. Even if the outside world is turned upside down, it seems to be a world of its own, without too much interference. What's more, he Yiming was surprised that this crazy atmosphere became more and more intense with the rage of lightning and the continuous devouring of blood red python.

It's like a big spring, which is under great pressure, but when the pressure reaches a certain limit, the spring will rebound, and the strength of that force will be several times that of the huge pressure.

"Boom..."

The thunder and lightning in the sky kept coming down. Where the lightning flashed and thundered, all the houses collapsed, and all the residents inside were buried.

And the bloody net spread all over the sky was constantly waving in front of the collapsed building, as if it was imprisoning and absorbing some magical power. With the strength of this power, the black fog around the Shinto coagulation people becomes more and more intense.

Although there was no communication, the white horse thunder and the Shinto blood clotting people cooperated quite tacitly. Thunder and blood are like a soul, and there was no collision at all.

He Yiming breathed deeply, and a place name filled his heart.

Ghost crying mountain

The ghost crying mountain, which occupies a very important position in the eastern and Western world on the Great Plains of the East and the west, unexpectedly appeared above the Western temple.

He has a feeling that if this situation has not been changed, but let the white horse thunder and Shinto blood clotting people completely exterminate the city as if they were nibbling, then the Western temple will disappear forever and be replaced by another Western ghost crying mountain without dragons and snakes.

With the lives of millions of human beings and countless kinds of creatures in this city, another ghost crying mountain will be built.

His heart was slightly trance, and he felt a thick chill on his body. Although he Yiming didn't stop it, his heart fluctuated up and down.

He just wanted Franklin's life, but his holiness tied his life to the whole city.

Everyone in this city is so fanatical that they seem to have become Franklin's spiritual slaves, and they are the kind of slaves who have no ideas like blood clotting people.

So, is it appropriate to let the whole city bury Franklin?

He Yiming lowered his head and silently looked at his hands.

Although he didn't do it himself, he seemed to see a faint red on his hands.

It was the power of blood, and his heart seemed to be infinitely inclined to the power of blood in this scene of Shura hell.

However, at this time, he heard the voice from outside Jiuyou in the deepest darkness:

"God said, let there be light..."