Apocalyptic Forecast

Heavy black shadows flew out like a meteorite from the gate formed by flesh and calamity. For some reason, it made people feel like locusts overwhelming the sky, descending the plague.

　　 Huaishi subconsciously took a deep breath, and then sneezed.

　　 began 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’.

　　 One mouthful is not enough for two mouthfuls, so it's a matter of spitting.

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

　　 is still the third order.

　　The third order Daisimei!

　　 The black-hearted woman Tongji didn't even shake herself a little bit, she really did such a jaw-dropping miracle.

　　 From above his soul, the overly tyrannical and cold divine spirit turns into a majestic crown, bringing a burst of burning sensation.

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

　　 Huai poems should have been burned to death in an instant, but those divinities constituted by pure death have never harmed him in any way.

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

　　 is just like an arm.

　　 As long as Huaishi'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.

　　 is almost like a 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 burst out with enough power to soar into the sky.

　　 Explosive power increased again, speed also ushered in a qualitative change.

　　 The casting furnace in his right arm has completely disappeared, but with the will of Huai Shi, 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 complex core of the arm turned into pure black.

　　 Other than that, 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, and the sword of virtue subconsciously raised it, pulling away the halberd that was cleaving.

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

　　 Under the stimulation of hell, the blade of the sword of virtue glowed with brilliant flames. When Huai Shi's arm was pressed down, he 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 apart, along with the head of the hunting angel.

　　 fell to the ground.

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

　　 The primordial quality changes brought about by the divine nature of the Da Shi Ming spread from the smooth, mirror-like incision, 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 there is no bones left.

　　Only in the breeze caused by the 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, with a subconscious reaction, the predator angels who crossed the **** had already given the lead.

　　 The posture was relaxed and freehand, and he was unspeakably 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, countless scarlet pupils full of anger appeared in the crowd of **** that could hardly see the end.

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

　　 That is the vibration of countless bowstrings.

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

　　 Those arrows carefully carved out of bone are burning with green evil flames at this moment, turning into overwhelming storm tides, falling towards the earth.

　　 The iron light suddenly emerged from the air, chopped and cut, leaving only a fleeting trajectory.

　　 Then, 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.

　　 With the turbulent tremor of the earth under the rain of arrows, a steady stream of arrows bounced away from Huai Shi’s eyes, easily.

　　 was slightly lagging and messy at first.

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

　　 I can see it!

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

　　 The premonition of death that has once again risen sharply, even the threat level of each arrow can be distinguished clearly.

　　 It is not even necessary to be fully focused on 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 Huai Shi, it was already covered with thorns. The bone arrows poured into the soil broke, and a thick white mist rose from it, spreading. Opening, the corroded iron and stone sneered.

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

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

　　 "Is that so?"

In the hands of Huai Shi, the spear of compassion fell, causing clusters of pure white irises to grow rapidly 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.

　　 Just at the touch of a finger, the solemn blade of the gun has already torn the roadblocker in front, splashing blood, and cutting a tragic gap in the array of hunting angels.

　　 There are countless malicious drips in the decay dream, and Wo is filled with pure white flowers, spreading the blooming flowers and plants, and after engulfing the dead bones entangled on the roots, it exudes a fresh and pure fragrance.

　　 Boom!

　　 There was a sudden thunderous noise.

　　 Huaishi's forward movement stopped abruptly, and was repelled by the huge force that burst out of thin air, and he drew a few meters from the ground.

　　 When he raised his head again, through the buzzing resentment blade, he saw the slowly split formation of the hunting angel, 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 with a solemn red and white crown on his head, he wore an armor made of gold, just like a pharaoh.

　　In the long time, I have become more and more able to take the essence of the plague and combine it with the cursed thing in the abyss, one of the precious incarnations condensed-[Decaying Pharaoh]!

　　 Now, the pharaoh who 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 pulled away.

　　 It is clear that 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 can't offset and exempt, the essence extracted from the disease of proliferation.

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

　　 "Smallpox?"

　　 When Huai Shi murmured suddenly, a scream that broke 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 chilling crown flashing on the top of Huaishi's head, and the solemn divinity brought a dark source qualitative change with pure death.

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

　　 A fleeting moment.

　　 Under the blade, the curse poison of smallpox collapsed silently 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 ferocious face of the declining Pharaoh was expressionless, but he pulled back the big bow covered by the corpse in his hand. But this time, there wasn't even a blink of an eye... Huai Shi was already close at hand!

　　 There is no sign or delay.

　　 This is the ‘Shadow Burial’ that can be compared to the speed of light within 100 meters!

　　 The short-term preparation and brewing of the past are no longer needed. After the qualitative transformation, it turns into a shadow to shuttle, and then condenses and emerges from the shadow again, the whole process is so fast that it seems to be omitted.

　　 The blade of resentment has been aimed at his neck, sweeping!

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 blended bowstring oozes traces of blood.

　　 The cry of the baby came 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 from his back, tearing the bones.

　　 Waiting for it to twist its head in the anger, and when it turned to the back, it was already 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, Huai Shi 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 spear of pity had penetrated through his back, and he nailed it to the ground.

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

　　 doesn't seem to have left from beginning to end.

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

　　 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 already 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 and pierced 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!

　　 The outcome is still unclear.

　　Amidst the ashes, the big bow of the corpse on the ground suddenly levitated, and the bodies of the declining pharaoh reunited, reborn from the ashes!

　　 As long as the plague's poison is immortal, 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, with five fingers together, used by the drummer, has penetrated his defenseless body in an instant, deeply submerged in the shriveled lungs.

　　 Hold it tightly, which 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 dark flame 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 fire of alchemy spread along with the power of the furnace, instantly engulfing it in it.

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

　　 After the divinity of Dasiming combined with the soul of the hand of the forbidden, the natural ability corresponding to the shadow burial of Shao Siming was formed-‘Yangsheng’!

　　 was buried in the shadows, and then reborn under 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.

　　, ‘Yangsheng’ 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.

　　 When the transformation of Yangsheng is integrated with the hand of forbidden ring, the forge furnace and the fire of alchemy, Huaishi can do fine processing that other big commanders can't complete.

　　 just like now--

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

Among the flying sulfur and salt, the five fingers of Huai Poetry slowly spread out, showing the two brilliant gems in his hands~www.wuxiaspot.com~ An opal, an emerald, that is a gathering of poison and curse The crystals formed afterwards are truly border relics.

　　 "When I think of 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, a heavy and cold figure appeared.

　　 It looks like a bloated boy who has been soaked in venom, a noble lady who is rotting under a black gauze, and a freak with a weird iron crown...

　　The avatar from Yuzhi descended heavily.

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

　　 There was a breath of death in the wind.

　　 "Is it so presumptuous? The midnight parade should end before dawn. 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], as well as the sun gradually shining after the clouds.

　　 It's going to dawn.

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

　　 Daijiming'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 the collision of the swords, a fiery light emerged from Huai Shi's eyes.

　　 Announcing the coming of war and death!