God Bestows Evil Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Dragon louse eats evil

Beyond vision.

All of Wu Xian's senses were telling him that there was a **** river full of innocent souls and ghosts ahead.

But with previous experience.

Wu Xian is neither gullible nor disbelieving.

He squatted half-crouched and placed his palms thirty centimeters above the ground. His body swayed slightly due to standing on one leg for a long time. Fortunately, his balance was better than that of ordinary people.

Earth Thorn Curse!

Wu Xian flicked his fingers slightly and released the spell, but his hand didn't touch anything. This made his expression change, and his feet stopped in mid-air and stopped moving.

The Earth Thorn Spell is a rare talisman.

The effect is to release a ground thorn with a volume of one cubic meter. The shape can be customized by the user. The ground thorn Wu Xian just released raised a short and fat ground with a height of only 30 centimeters under the palm of his hand. prick.

If the ground below is flat, it should just touch his palm.

Thirty centimeters is a bit wasteful, but it is the best height, because if it is lower, Wu Xian's posture will be difficult to maintain; if it is higher, the ground thorns will block the way, making it difficult for Wu Xian to move forward.

But the thorn did not appear.

This means that there is indeed a river of unknown depth under his feet, and the girl did not lie to him!

“Come down!”

“Stay with us!”

“We are all together, we are all in the blood, come too.”

The pungent smell of blood surged, and the resentful spirits below kept calling to Wu Xian. Their bodies kept colliding with the blood pool. When one floated up, he would be squeezed down by the other, just like fighting for fish food in a fish pond. of koi…

These sounds made Wu Xian's mind flash a series of terrifying pictures. He was suddenly glad that he had his eyes closed, so he didn't have to see the terrifying scene in front of him.

After a moment, the smell of blood suddenly disappeared.

The girl said to Wu Xian in surprise: "Naihe has disappeared again. Brother, you can go forward."

Wu Xian was slightly startled.

This will disappear?

Then Wu Xian remembered that Yin Chai had said before that the road to **** was unpredictable and changing every moment. Maybe not all of what they said was lies, and part of it was true.

After all, lies with nine truths and one falsehood are the best at deceiving people.

Wu Xian used his armor to test and confirm that there was solid ground in front of him before stepping down.

Go further back.

The more difficult it is to move forward.

The tributaries of the Nai River filled with resentful spirits and blood, the march of ghost ants that devour all things, the thick guillotine that can cut a person in half, the abyss that is impossible to climb down after falling...

Every step is fraught with danger.

Fortunately, the girl kept reminding Wu Xian and helped Wu Xian get through it safely, so that he didn't even have a scratch on his body.

The girl's grandfather has been trying to persuade his granddaughter to stay away from this living person, but the girl still stubbornly helps Wu Xian, which allows her to gain Wu Xian's trust.

At some point, the old man seemed to give up, and his voice was like that of a Taoist monk, and he never appeared again.

As the number of remaining steps decreases.

Wu Xian could feel that some kind of change was taking place in his body. His skin was much colder, and his body temperature was almost the same as the ambient temperature. The human smell on his body gradually dissipated, replaced by a faint rancid smell, and his skin showed the stiffness and paleness of the deceased.

It looks like a transition to the dead.

But Wu Xian can feel it.

From life to death, only his appearance.

The black scaled skin and fashionable leathery skin were transformed into a shroud with a cold and dead air, and Wu Xian's warm Yangshou was covered by this coat.

When he reached the twenty-fourth step, the situation Wu Xian least expected to encounter appeared!

“Big brother, be careful...he is already here...right behind you!”

“Hush, little girl, stop talking!”

The person who spoke this time was a man with a hoarse voice. While taking those few steps, Wu Xian chatted with the girl. Through her eyes, Wu Xian confirmed the surrounding environment and discovered that the scholar was not lying about one thing.

That means there is really a ghost, observing Wu Xian from a distance!

This ghost has long hair and white clothes, with blood on its chest flowing down to its feet. Its face is pale and numb, and its eyes are menacingly ferocious.

When Wu Xian reached the twenty-fifth step.

This ghost finally started to act.

Snapped!

The man in white sneakily patted Wu Xian on the shoulder.

Wu Xian did not look back, but waved his shield and struck behind him.

The shield was empty.

But this time it was not the feeling of nothingness. Wu Xian could feel that something was rushing past him. This thing had a strange speed and made a whirring sound when it moved.

Wu Xian's eyelids twitched suddenly. Just now, he was suddenly blown by a breath of air on his left eyelid!

This breath smelled of corpse stench and cold blood. Wu Xian shuddered and almost opened his eyes, but he still resisted the urge.

Seeing that Wu Xian was just holding back, the sneaky guy in white clothes intensified his movements. His cold fingers suddenly pressed against Wu Xian's eyelids, and his fingers gradually became harder, as if he wanted to dig out Wu Xian's eyes!

Wu Xian activated his wretched armor, and many sharp spikes suddenly appeared on his face, forcing the fingers to move away, but this could only be regarded as a temporary reprieve from the sneaky offensive in white clothes.

His eyes were closed and he was unable to perceive his surroundings.

If he continues like this, death will be the only thing waiting for him.

He is like a panicked beast being targeted by a hunter. He knows the danger exists, but does not know the hunter's specific location. As long as the hunter pulls the trigger, he will fall down.

The sneaky one in white didn't even need to kill Wu Xian, as long as he forced Wu Xian to open his eyes or change his position, it would be considered a success.

Wu Xian's eyes flashed with a sharp look.

Even if a hunter kills a beast, he may be killed by the beast in return!

"Since I can't see...then let the things that can see help me attack!"

“Insect Eater Curse!”

Hush, click, click…

Suddenly some big bugs appeared out of thin air in Wu Xian's hand. By touch, Wu Xian felt that each of these bugs was as huge as a stag beetle, with a heavy body and sharp barbs on its feet and shell.

If he hadn't been born with thick skin, Wu Xian would have been bleeding just by having these bugs crawling under his hands.

Twenty Huangquan dragon lice appeared in succession, accompanied by a buzzing sound, and flew towards the sneaky one. The sneaky one who was teasing Wu Xian was immediately entangled by the dragon lice.

The sneaky man in white suddenly screamed: "What is this..."

　　Puff, puff.

There were several sounds of dragon lice being trampled to pieces. These insects were still too fragile.

　　Then Sneaky in White let out a piercing scream, and his flesh and blood were being torn by dragon lice. These dragon lice even penetrated into his skin and gnawed at his internal organs!

For sneaks, internal organs generally do not play a role in sustaining life, but after all, internal organs are also part of their ghost body, and eating internal organs will also cause harm to them.

And once the bugs get inside, they can't get out just because they want!

Regarding the rivers of Hades, let me give you a small explanation. I dare not talk about popular science, because I also saw it from other places.

In various literary and artistic works, there are many names for the rivers of Hades, such as Huangquan, Wangchuan, Santu River, and Naihe.

But in fact, Naihe is the Styx in Chinese native mythology.

Huangquan originally referred to the underground river, but was later used to refer to the underworld.

Lethe is actually derived from Greek mythology.

Santu River is derived from Japanese mythology.

But now Naihe is the least well-known, hahaha.

(End of this chapter)

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