0p0 Chapter 236 The Struggle Before Death
Chapter 236 The Struggle Before Death
On the desolate plain, the originally dead silence was broken by a breeze.
When the wind started it was light and gentle, but as time went on it gradually grew stronger, eventually turning into gusts of wind.
The wind carried volcanic ash, and these tiny particles were picked up by the wind, flying all over the sky and covering the sun.
The hideous wound on Hu Qing's exposed chest was still oozing blood, and the volcanic ash drifted in the wind, inadvertently sticking to his wound.
The contact between dust and flesh brought him intense pain, as if countless needles were pricking the wound, making him almost unable to breathe or think.
Finally, the intense pain exceeded his endurance limit, Hu Qing's eyes went dark, and he fainted.
Meng Jun stood in this gray world, his eyes cold, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
He looked up at the sky. There were no clouds, no birds, only a dead gray.
He breathed in the air around him greedily, not caring at all even if there was volcanic ash.
"Wind! Blow harder! Blow away the bodies of these ants and let me become their soul!"
He looked at the volcanic ash being blown into the sky around him with a fanatical look on his face, came to Hu Qing, wiped away the thick mixture of ash and blood, and took out his index finger to dip it in his blood.
Then he tapped lightly on the forehead, leaving a drop of blood.
Gu Yang closed his eyes tightly, and the surrounding volcanic ash hit his face from time to time, causing pain.
Meng Jun turned around and came to Gu Yang's side. The strong smell of blood on his body made him open his eyes.
"You lunatic! If you want to kill me or cut me up, do it quickly. You're dragging your feet like a woman!" Gu Yang got angry when he saw the blood of Hu Qing on his body.
Meng Jun didn't get angry either. He said softly and gently, "You can curse as much as you want. I don't care about the saliva of an ant. I just hope you can watch carefully how I replace you later."
His tentacles kept twisting with the breeze, as if dancing, but that dance revealed his indifference to life.
Meng Jun waved his hand, and Gu Yang's body was bound by an invisible force, his feet off the ground, trapped in the air.
This time the barrier was pressed tightly against his body, and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch Meng Jun's tentacles approach him.
Those tentacles were like monsters from the deep sea. They twisted in the wind, as if enjoying the coming slaughter.
Gu Yang's heart was filled with fear. He wanted to curse, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.
His heartbeat quickened and cold sweat trickled down his forehead, but his body was unable to react.
"Have a good sleep, and it will be over when you wake up." Meng Jun said casually.
Meng Jun's tentacles finally touched Gu Yang's forehead. They were cold and hard, like metal, but also like a living thing.
The tentacles slowly penetrated into Gu Yang's head, and he could feel his vitality being drained away bit by bit.
The cold feeling began to spread from the place where the tentacles touched, as if ice water was injected into his blood vessels, making his blood turn cold.
Intense pain followed, his nerves felt like they were burned by fire and cut by a knife, and his body began to twitch involuntarily.
Gu Yang's eyes were filled with despair. He couldn't exert any strength now and could only watch the tentacles wriggling above his head.
He desperately tried to control his soul to resist and hide, just to buy more time.
Meng Jun closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of his soul being sucked away.
He could feel Gu Yang's soul resisting, but this resistance seemed so insignificant in the face of his powerful strength.
His power traveled through Gu Yang's body, searching for the soul, and then extracted it bit by bit.
At this moment, a stronger wind blew, and the volcanic ash was blown even more wildly. It seemed to be given life, swirling around Meng Jun and Gu Yang.
Gu Yang's consciousness was already a little fuzzy, his brain was completely empty, and he didn't want Meng Jun to know what he was thinking.
Meng Jun is also constantly digesting the memories carried by Gu Yang's soul. Now he can basically pretend to be Gu Yang without being discovered.
But it’s different for the old guys of the human race. They need to absorb more to be safer.
When the mission is completed, I can go to the Immortal King to ask for credit, and marrying the Immortal King's daughter will be a piece of cake.
Meng Jun then released Gu Yang from his restraints, sat cross-legged beside him, and worked even harder to consume Gu Yang's soul.
The wind, like a wild horse, galloped wildly across the desolate plain.
Volcanic ash was swept into the air, forming a gray curtain that obscured the sky and blurred the vision.
In this chaos, Gu Yang's body collapsed to the ground like a rag, his vitality being ruthlessly sucked away by Meng Jun's tentacles, as if it would be sucked dry at any time.
Gu Yang's vision became increasingly blurred, his consciousness gradually faded, but an unyielding flame burned in his heart.
He knew this was his last chance and he had to seize it.
The wind around them was getting stronger and stronger, whistling and swirling, wrapping up Gu Yang and Meng Jun. Both of them could hardly open their eyes.
Under the cover of the strong wind, Gu Yang used all his strength to stretch out his left hand.
His palms trembled, but there was a determination in his eyes.
He activated the energy stone in his dantian. It was his last trump card and his only hope.
This energy that I have accumulated for almost half a year is now being given to a beast like the alien demon to have a taste.
A dazzling light emanated from the palm of his hand, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, and quickly shot towards Meng Jun's chest.
Meng Jun felt the fierce attack, he quickly opened his eyes, stood up and retracted his tentacles, which were still mixed with some of Gu Yang's tissue fluid.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The light instantly reached his chest, and he could only instinctively use his tentacles to block it.
However, the power of the light was far beyond his imagination. It suddenly pierced through Meng Jun's chest and knocked him out.
Meng Jun's body drew an arc in the air, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling dozens of times, and finally merged with the thick volcanic ash.
The wind was still howling across the desolate plain, and volcanic ash was flying in the air, like countless tiny blades cutting everything.
Meng Jun stood up unsteadily from the ground, revealing a big hole in his chest, and the beating organs inside could be seen, which was really shocking.
A smile of relief appeared on his face. He covered his stomach and secretly rejoiced in his heart.
Just now, at the critical moment of life and death, he moved his heart to the stomach, thus avoiding the fatal blow.
If it weren't for this extraordinary ability, he would have died at the hands of this human ant long ago.
Gu Yang was lying on the ground, looking at Meng Jun, whose injuries were not serious, and felt a chill.
His body had reached its limit, and the exhaustion of strength made his vision go black. He closed his eyes and fell to the ground, falling into a coma.
His breathing became weak and his body trembled uncontrollably, but his consciousness had sunk into darkness.
Meng Jun came to the unconscious Gu Yang cursing, grabbed his hair, and slapped him twice to vent his anger.
"This is the body I've built up over nearly ten years, and you're going to destroy it just like that?"
"You deserve to die!"
"If you have the guts, open your eyes and I'll torture you to death."
But Gu Yang remained motionless, and his signs of life became even weaker.
Meng Jun didn't dare to use any more force. If he killed the person in front of him, it would mean that their plan had completely failed.
Then, let alone marrying the Immortal King's daughter, I'm afraid the Immortal King would cut him into pieces and send him to the front line as cannon fodder.
This feeling of wanting to move but not daring to move made Mengjun, who was already angry, even more depressed.
His face was filled with anger and unwillingness, and his broken tentacles were waving in the air, as if looking for the next target.
He looked at the unconscious Gu Yang and decided not to show any mercy. This time he would kill this hateful human soul without leaving a single one.
Just as he stretched out his tentacles and prepared to absorb Gu Yang's soul again, a golden sword suddenly stabbed out from behind him.
Then it stirred wildly inside his body, crushing the heart in his stomach.
Meng Jun felt a sharp pain and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. Before he died, he turned back unwillingly and found that Hu Qing was looking at him fiercely.