Apocalyptic Forecast

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Thick black shadows are like meteorites, flying out of the gate formed by flesh and calamity. For some reason, it makes people feel like locusts overwhelming the sky, descending the plague.

Huaishi subconsciously took a deep breath, then sneezed.

I started to miss the ‘Big Dog Mode’ from the bottom of my heart. Although it’s not a human being, there is at least a large-scale damage skill like ‘Iron Spit Spit’.

If one mouthful is not enough to spray two mouthfuls, it takes a bit of foaming.

When he recovered from the shock of transforming himself into a chief commander, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Still third-order.

The third-order big commander!

The black-hearted woman Tong Ji didn't even sway herself, and she really accomplished such a jaw-dropping miracle.

Above his soul, the overly tyrannical and cruel divine radiance turned into a solemn crown, bringing a burst of burning sensation.

A soul without a complete qualitative change cannot bear its power.

Huai Shi should have been burned to death in an instant, but the divinity constituted by pure death has never harmed him in any way.

Even if there is no carrier of Abyssal Disaster to bear this burden on his behalf.

It's just like an arm.

As long as Huai Shi's mind turns, the divinity that covers the soul will instantly trigger a fourth-order unique source quality change, whether it is warm and soft vitality or tyrannical death.

It's almost like stuffing an F1 racing engine in the AE86, even more.

For a moment, Huai Shi almost thought it was the ‘Angel of Right’’s jet combat engine once again possessed. As long as he twisted the throttle at will, it would explode with enough power to soar into the sky.

The explosive power has increased again, and the speed has also ushered in a qualitative change.

The casting furnace in the right arm has completely disappeared, but with the will of Huai poetry, it can transform between gold, iron and flesh and blood at any time.

When the internal structure dissociated and unfolded, the eternally burning alchemy fire in the complicated core of the arm turned into pure black.

In addition, there are any different changes, but it is too late to observe.

When he woke up from this brief concentration, he heard the sound of the wind in front of him, raised his hand without thinking, the sword of virtue subconsciously raised it, and pushed away the halberd.

Immediately afterwards, following Huai Shi’s forward movement, the Jianfeng drew a tiny arc from the air, and after bypassing the blockade of the halberd, it drew up against the halberd, and easily cut off the iron armor. finger.

Under the stimulation of the **** breath, the blade of the sword of virtue glowed with brilliant flames. When Huai Shi's arm pressed down, she cut off the arm that was comparable to steel and the heavy armor on it like a bamboo.

And when Huai Shi stepped on the ground again, he was already standing behind the hunting angel who was more than three meters high.

Behind him, the two sharp wings suddenly broke, along with the head of the hunting angel.

Falling to the ground.

Blood spewed out, but the huge body was rapidly collapsing.

The qualitative changes brought about by the divine nature of the Great Commander spread from above the smooth, mirror-like incisions, and everything passed, no matter how solid the torso and organs were, all turned into fly ash under the authority of death.

The blood evaporates and the bones are gone.

Only in the breeze set off by that step, the pale fly ash on the ground drifted with the wind, exuding a pungent breath.

Sulfur and salt.

The purification is comparable to alchemy, completely exterminating the enemy’s body, and even dissociating the power of calamity into the most basic matter.

In an instant, the subconscious reaction, the predator angels who crossed the **** had already given the lead.

The posture was relaxed and freehand, unspeakable and free, Huai Shi was dead before he even recovered, without any real feeling.

A bubble appeared, and a bubble burst.

"Are you all so weak?"

He raised his head and asked curiously, so in front of him, there were countless scarlet eyes full of anger in the **** crowd that was hard to see at the end.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be a burst of sound of flying birds rising into the air.

It was the vibration of countless bowstrings.

Vague black clouds spread out from the sky, tearing the air, bursting into a roar.

Those arrows that were carefully carved out of bone were burning with green evil flames, turning into overwhelming torrential rain tides, falling toward the earth.

Tie Guang suddenly emerged from the air, chopped and cut, leaving only a fleeting trajectory.

Immediately afterwards, a broken arrow flew up, bounced off, and fell to the ground. Huai Shi waved his hand again, the traces of iron light swept across, and another bone arrow shattered.

As the earth turbulent under the rain of arrows, a steady stream of arrows were bounced away from Huai Shi's eyes, easily.

At first, it was slightly lagging and messy.

But soon, he became comfortable, and when his right hand swayed randomly, several arrows were often separated randomly.

See it!

After the completion of the etherification, the dynamic vision and neural reflexes have brought all the changes into the eyes.

The acuity level of death premonition rising again, even the threat level of each arrow can be distinguished clearly.

It is not even necessary to pay attention to every one, the countless bone arrows have already distinguished their order and priority in Huai Shi's eyes.

As long as you push away the arrows in front of you, you don't need to care about the rest.

A rain of arrows whizzed by at the fingertips, but within a hundred meters of Huaishi, it seemed to be covered with thorns. The bone arrows poured into the soil broke, and a thick white mist rose from it and spread. Opening, the corroded iron and stone sneered.

But when the hurricane suddenly spread, blowing away the mist that was full of countless strains of germs, the Huai poem that should have been turned into dead bones was still safe and sound.

He just raised his hand, plucked the green buds and vines that grew out of his hair, and threw it into the mud hole beside him at random, and covered it with soil after he stepped on it.

"That's it?"

In Huai Shi's hand, the spear of compassion dropped, causing clusters of pure white irises to quickly grow on the cracked ground, and the aging poison of the green crown dragon spread instantly with the rotten dream.

"I will do that too," he said softly.

With just a snap of his fingers, the solemn blade of the gun had torn the roadblocker in front, sprinkled blood, and cut a tragic gap in the array of hunting angels.

There are countless malicious drops in the rotting dream, and the pure white flowers are filled with Wo, which spreads the blooming flowers and plants. After engulfing the dead bones on the roots, it exudes a fresh and pure fragrance.

boom!

A loud thunder burst suddenly.

Huai Shi's forward movement stopped abruptly, and was repulsed by a huge force bursting out of thin air, and he drew a few meters from the ground.

When he looked up again, through the buzzing resentment blade, he saw the formation of the hunting angel slowly splitting, and the gray-black figure coming out of it.

Entangled by countless plagues and fierce poisons, immersed in eternal pain and healing, rancid thick juice is dripping continuously on that withered and shriveled body.

But he wore a solemn red and white crown on his head, and he was wearing an armor made of gold, just like a pharaoh.

In the long time, more and more Jie took the essence of the plague, combined with the cursed thing in the abyss, one of the precious incarnations condensed-[Decaying Pharaoh]!

Now, the pharaoh who was withered like a corpse raised his arm again, and the cursed shroud was wrapped around the huge bow in his hand, and the empty bowstring slowly opened.

Obviously there is no arrow, but there are invisible forces converging, and the invisible and intangible disease condenses from his hands into a thin outline.

That is the evil curse that Rotten Dream cannot offset and exempt, the essence extracted from the disease of diffusion.

Just pointing in the air, caused the countless virus prototypes in Huai Shi's body to respond instinctively, and gave a hint.

"smallpox?"

When Huai Shi whispered suddenly, a scream of breaking through the air burst out from a hundred steps away.

The premonition of death reappeared.

The arrow of cursing poison is already close at hand, this time, after locking Huai Shi's soul, he has no escape.

What responded to it was the chilly crown flashing on the top of Huai Shi's head, and the solemn divinity brought a dark source qualitative change with pure death.

When the blade of resentment slashed, blood sprayed out from the blade, as if dyeing the whole world crimson.

A fleeting moment.

Under the blade, the curse poison of the smallpox quietly collapsed and fell apart. From Huaishi's face, only a piece of herpes appeared silently, and it quickly cracked and peeled off, and the reborn skin was flawless.

The decayed pharaoh's hideous face was expressionless, but he pulled back the big bow covered by his corpse. But this time, there wasn't even a blink of an eye... Huai Shi was close at hand!

There are no signs or delays.

This is the ‘Shadow Burial’ that can be compared to the speed of light within a hundred meters!

The short-term preparation and brewing of the past are no longer needed. After the source is transformed into a shadow for shuttle, and then condenses and emerges from the shadow again, the whole process is almost as if omitted.

The blade of resentment has been aimed at his neck and swept!

The big bow of the corpse robe in the hands of the declining pharaoh suddenly twisted, lifted, and blocked in front of the blade of resentment, sparks flew, and the texture of bones appeared behind the cracked corpse, and the long bow seemed to have some kind of animal tendons. The mixed bowstring oozes traces of blood.

The cry of the baby was heard from the tremor of the bowstring.

But then, the declining pharaoh stiffened in place, because Huai Shi had dissipated before his eyes, and only the blade of the sword of virtue had penetrated his back, tearing the bones.

When it twisted its head in the anger and turned to the back, the back was empty.

After the axe of anger chopped and smashed the skirt armor, he split his right leg from the body like a bamboo. Before the thick juice dripped, Huaishi had flashed on the left side, lifted his foot, and kicked it suddenly. Above his legs.

The stern sound of broken bones burst out, and the Pharaoh knelt on one knee, his arm trying to prop up his body, the pity spear had penetrated through his back and nailed it to the ground.

When it raised its head, it found that Huai Shi had appeared in front of him again.

It seems that I have never left from beginning to end.

The resentment blade in his hand lifted up, aimed at its left arm that propped up the body, and cut!

In an instant, within these three steps, the afterimages of the shadow burial shuttle appeared one after another, one, two, three, four, five, six...

When Huai Shi flashed for the seventh time, it had been chopped to pieces, completely dismembered, the eighth time, the axe of anger, cut in half!

Until the ninth time, the sword of virtue pierced downwards, piercing the head that fell off the neck.

The brilliant flame ignited.

The shriveled head and its Pharaoh's crown burned into ashes of salt and sulfur!

But the outcome is still unclear.

In the ashes, the big bow of the corpse on the ground suddenly floated, and the body of the declining pharaoh reunited, reborn from the ashes!

As long as the plague's poison persists, as long as the **** is still alive, his avatar can wake up again at any time!

This time, there was a tearing sound.

Huai Shi's palm, five fingers together, using the drummer, had already penetrated his defenseless body in an instant, deeply submerged in the shriveled lungs.

Hold it tightly, the heart that still emits a foul smell under the cover of various spices.

"Speaking of which, I haven't used this yet."

Huaishi stared into his sluggish eyes, and his right arm was silently transformed into gold and iron.

He said: "Casting, start!"

At that moment, the body of the declining Pharaoh was suddenly pulled out, and from his mouth and nose, there was a jet of black flames gushing out. The terrifying heat spread from the inside out, engulfing its body and the big bow in its hands...

That is not a real flame, but a dissociation phenomenon formed by countless miraculous changes in alchemy.

The power of the alchemy fire spread along with the power of the furnace, instantly engulfing it.

This is not a kill... but a [transformation] from alchemy!

After the divinity of Da Si Ming combined with the soul of the forbidden hand, a natural ability corresponding to Shao Si Ming's shadow burial was formed-'Yang Sheng'!

Bury from the shadows, then reborn from the scorching sun.

"Shadow Burial" is to transform oneself into source quality, and then realize the effect of transition and shuttle in the form of shadow.

But'Yang Sheng' is completely different. Its power is to forcibly transform the opponent's source quality, soul and even stigmata into shadows, and then reverse the source quality tempering!

The closer the attributes and essence of each other are, the stronger the force of this transformation will be!

This is the biggest reason why the ascendants of the heavenly pedigree regard Da Si Ming as the'first threat'. In addition to the nature of being too close to the abyss, Da Si Ming is not disadvantaged when targeting the abyssal creatures. It is also the heavenly pedigree Other sublimers are also in its special attack range!

Under this brutal transformation of soul and stigmata, no matter how strong the structure is, it will cause irreparable damage.

But when the transformation of Yangsheng is integrated with the hand of forbidden circle, the forge furnace and the fire of alchemy, Huai Shi can do the fine processing that other big commanders can't complete.

It's like now--

In his fingertips, the declining pharaoh was burned to death by the pitch-black flames, and the large bow of the melted corpse was broken in wailing...and the casting was over.

Among the flying sulfur and salt, Huai Shi's five fingers slowly spread out, showing the two shining gems in his hands.

An opal, an emerald, that is the crystallization of the violent poison and curse, the true border relic.

"When I think about it, it's hard to make a trip to the far door. I always have to bring some gifts to the students."

He smiled, raised his head, and asked softly: "I like this feature so much! what about you? "

No one responded.

In the dead silence, after the array of the hunting corps, many cold figures appeared.

It seems to be a bloated boy who has been swollen in venom, a noble lady who is rotting under a black gauze, and a freak man wearing a weird iron crown...

The avatar from Yuzhe descended heavily.

And the Hunting Legion has completed the final encirclement, and here is already in the endless lore trap——

There was a breath of death in the wind.

"So presumptuous? The midnight parade should end before dawn~www.wuxiaspot.com~This is the rule."

Huai Shi raised his head and stared at the sky above, the collision and struggle between [Hengchang of Truth] and [Bhagavad Gita], and the sun gradually shining after the clouds.

It's dawn.

"Now, the time of indulgence is over, everyone, with you."

Da Si Ming's hands slowly spread, holding the handle of virtue and resentment, and calmly declared to the enemy: "Everything must be back on track."

——Return, mine, on track!

At that moment, Huai Shi stepped forward, and with the clanging buzzing of swords and swords, hot light emerged from Huai Shi's eyes.

Announcing the arrival of war and death!

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