Chapter 407： broken

"It's good to be alive, but can we live?"

Aaron said silently.

The monk looked at Aaron and said firmly, "Don't worry, I will try my best to keep you alive."

Wu Qingsheng stopped eating and said, "Master Weihuo, you don't need to worry about us, we will die as soon as we die, no wonder they are all fate."

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After eating the last piece of meat in the bowl, Su Changxing turned his head and saw that the dead tree imprinted with the brilliant scarlet sky was close at hand.

Instantly.

The light from the surrounding environment flowed into the distance, and the bonfire kept trembling as if it would go out at any moment.

Dead trees grow piece by piece from the ground in the distance, and white porcelain dolls are placed on the sandy hills.

This is not a completely real change, but a change somewhere between the physical and the spiritual.

When you fully believe, its existence will change accordingly.

"Bang bang bang~"

The sound of gunfire resounded in the night sky.

Su Changxing shot intensively, firing the last bullet, breaking up the growing dead trees one by one.

More than 20 people did not advance but retreated, running towards the direction of the dead tree.

"Left, at three o'clock."

Su Changxing observed the dead trees and suddenly shouted to the monk.

The monk drank the scriptures high, changed direction and ran wildly into the darkness, as if he hit something and was bounced to the ground.

An illusory huge pitch-black shadow appeared above the desert, staring at them with the pupils of the stars open.

[Eye of Illusion and Reality: It is essentially a highly condensed huge amount of spirit, with a majestic vitality, which appears as an entity under certain circumstances. 】

Regardless of the large pieces of fallen flesh and blood, the monk bounced off the ground and ran forward again, his whole body glowing with golden light, he hugged the phantom, looked back, and roared:

"Kill it, Su Changxing, kill it!"

His body seemed to dissolve quickly in concentrated sulfuric acid, and in an instant, he could see the dense skeleton behind him, as well as the beating heart that kept beating violently.

Su Changxing took out the candle in his pocket, threw it at the monk with all his strength, flew out in an arc, and retreated.

The gold-rimmed candle hit the monk's bones and shattered like glass into countless fragments.

"Crack!"

The sound of the camera shutter.

Within a range of 20 meters centered on the candle, everything was fixed, forming a semicircle filled with light blue, like a delicate and realistic work of art.

The scattered sand and gravel hovered in the air to form a veil, the expression of the monk Chesteri froze with half of his bony face, and the phantom blue star pupils stared at Su Changxing firmly.

Su Changxing happened to be standing on the edge of the blue sphere, pulled out the crying totem from his backpack, stuck it in the sand, and then ran forward.

"Boom, boom~"

He took out the revolver and pulled the trigger at the phantom continuously. The bullet hit the edge of the blue ball, stopped, and moved forward slowly.

Change the bullet and keep shooting.

One, two, three...

He fired more than a dozen bullets in a row.

More than a dozen bullets stopped at the edge of the ball and advanced slowly.

The attraction from the Weeping Totem keeps getting stronger and wider, like a positive feedback, bottomless vortex.

Feeling the loss of vitality, Su Changxing accelerated his retreat. Seeing Wu Qingsheng lying on the ground beside him, he looked at him sideways, opened his eyes wide, and moved his mouth: "Run."

The flesh and blood all over his body quickly shriveled under the huge attraction, his eyes became gray and lost their aura.

There was still a happy look on his face.

Everyone fell under the shroud of the weeping totem, and their vitality was drawn out in large quantities.

Su Changxing did not expect that the Weeping Totem would have such terrifying lethality, nor did he expect that they would be too late to run.

"Help me~"

Qu Zhaoyu fell down in front of Su Changxing and shouted with all his might.

Su Changxing grabbed his body with one hand, holding the sickle in one hand, his body turned into a ghost, turned into a gloomy light and rushed out.

The blue ball shattered, and the phantom trembled under the powerful attraction. Then, more than a dozen bullets hit it back and forth, bursting into sparks.

Numerous dense, high and low screams echoed in the space, as if to pierce the eardrums.

"is that useful?"

Su Changxing felt the attraction of the crying totem disappear. Looking back, he found that the crying totem was still broken and fell to the ground without luster.

The phantom also disappeared without a trace.

Everything fell silent again.

In the dark blue and gray sky, in the dark and desolate wilderness, there are still a few sparks that have not been completely extinguished on the bonfire, flickering in the wind.

Su Changxing put Qu Zhaoyu on the ground, checked his condition, and asked, "Can you still move? It's probably safe for now."

Qu Zhaoyu's eyes were piercing, feeling the emptiness in his body, and said slowly, "I should be dying soon."

Su Changxing sat down at the side, a card appeared in his hand, thought for a while and said, "You are lucky, you should be able to survive."

On the card is Huang Biao's profile picture.

Three, three, three.

[Stolen Recovery: Healing others requires only water. It will consume a lot of physical and mental energy. The stronger the target, the greater the consumption. 】

He poured a whole bottle of water on Qu Zhaoyu's body, and put his hands on top, glowing faintly. The water seemed to come alive and began to flow by itself.

Although this ability was stolen, the effect of using this ability must be far stronger than that of Huang Biao, but Qu Zhaoyu also suffered a serious loss of vitality, almost dying.

Su Changxing looked at him and said with a light smile, "Oh, actually, it may not be a good thing that I saved you, you will suffer more torture, and you may die in the end."

Qu Zhaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much better, and said numbly, "It's better to live than to die... Are we winning?"

"Win? In a sense, it counts. At least it has some effect. That tree is broken?"

Su Changxing squinted his eyes, looked at the dead tree in the sky, and showed a cold smile.

A large part of the top of the dead tree was missing, and the branches were completely gone, like a big piece of a complete jigsaw missing. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

"You wait, take a rest here, I'll go back and have a look."

He walked back and saw mummies all over the ground in the distance, and the half-skeleton corpse of a monk, kneeling on the ground, maintaining a posture looking in his direction.

Su Changxing approached, looked at him, his brows were constantly trembling, and felt that the monk was full of death will, and said to himself:

"It seems that there is really no such thing as a Buddha in this world, it's just human self-consolation."

He picked up the broken totem from the sand and observed it.

[Broken Healing Totem (Bingguan top rank): It gathers a large amount of vitality, has unimaginable healing effects, and can be used once. 】