Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 988 - 515: Witness My Ultimate Technique—Green Blood Divine Needle, Launch! (Part 3)
When the Murong brothers and Ning Qing heard this sound, they no longer regarded their opponent as a dragon, but as a gigantic centipede spirit.
The Murong brothers, along with Ning Qing, ran faster and faster, their figures turning into fleeting shadows, nearly surpassing the limits of the human body.
The Murong brothers had never been this fast before, and neither had Ning Qing, but now they were precisely this fast.
Firstly, the Murong brothers had completely integrated their green hair into their bodily instinct, and as they ran, these strands of hair would also touch the ground, running like additional feet.
If this Corpse Dragon had a thousand legs, then Young Hero Murong's green hair feet were not insignificant either.
Secondly, during the sprint, he and Ning Qing would also kick each other's legs.
At the moment of kicking, Ning Qing would generate a drifting palm force, which propelled the strength brought by their feet, producing an effect similar to left foot kicking right foot, accelerating into the sky.
The Corpse Dragon was in mad pursuit from behind, initially able to close in on them, but by this time, it could no longer shorten the distance.
Because the Murong brothers and Ning Qing had already rushed into the vast waters of Bi Lake, their entry into the water didn't hinder them much. On the contrary, because their bodies were lower in the water, it was easier for the green hair to surge, while the Corpse Dragon's speed was affected.
After running for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the ghost controlling the Corpse Dragon couldn't catch up and let out an angry roar along with the Corpse Dragon.
Clearly, they had more power than these two, but they just couldn't use it, leaving them somewhat frustrated.
This is like a grandmaster of fist techniques in the Martial World who clearly could kill the thief who stole his wife with a single punch, but he couldn't catch him, chased him for five years but couldn't catch up, and eventually died in anger.
However, this ghost was not that grandmaster, because they knew that on the enemy's territory, the enemies could only flee, and the ones who would feel more aggrieved would be them.
Thus, the Corpse Dragon twisted its body, stopping its pursuit of the Murong brothers and Ning Qing, and turned back.
Seeing this, the Murong brothers couldn't help but retort, "Hey, buddy, you're not chasing anymore!"
So he turned to chase the Corpse Dragon instead!
At this moment, the Corpse Dragon had already joined with the squadron of night-walking ghosts, forming an impressive formation.
The Murong brothers and Ning Qing didn't dare to get close for a moment.
In the next instant, this massive troop charged directly towards the burning Yuzhu Manor.
Rumble, the Corpse Dragon swept over the Manor, the burning structures instantly turned into debris, the huge Ghost Gate pierced into the ground, crushing through to form a deep pit, even Duan Yun's most beloved cellar was completely destroyed, its gold and silver bursting everywhere.
At this time, a voice floated over - "No matter what you are, whatever the Ghost Mother does, you have to endure, including death."
After completely destroying Yuzhu Manor, not leaving a single blade of grass or tree untouched, this squadron of night-walking ghosts left.
The Murong brothers and Ning Qing fell in front of the ruins.
With a thud, the Murong brothers knelt on the ground, crying loudly, shouting, "I'm useless! I'm useless! I can't even protect a house."
As he spoke, he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.
Because he used too much of his hair just now, the Murong brothers now had a Mediterranean hairstyle. His frenzied crying appearance truly had a bit of the insane Old Demon, a ghostly wailing and howling demeanor.
Ning Qing comforted him, "Murong, you've already done amazingly."
She spoke the truth, sincerely. For the Murong brothers to battle the Ghost Mother's squadron of night-walking ghosts to this extent was already truly impressive.
The Murong brothers continued crying, tears falling on the scorched earth, whether grass could grow again or flowers bloom was unknown.
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Thousands of miles away, Duan Yun sneezed three times in a row, puzzled, "Is someone thinking of me?"
