Tiangong Creation Beast

Blue eyes can see through people's hearts, and as the battle progresses, the enemy's moves become clearer to Lan Yue. She is analyzing the person on the opposite side, familiar with his routines, and anticipating his attacks.

It becomes more and more comfortable, but what is overdrawn is life.

As life goes by, Lan Yue, who was originally struggling to realize that something was wrong, gradually regained consciousness.

She looked at the fierce battle around her and gasped.

How could the competition for the heart of the Green Silk Clan be like this?!

Even the racial heart of the Green Silk Clan did not choose the monks of the Green Silk Clan from the beginning, but was hesitating and considering.

That shouldn’t be like this?!

The Green Silk Clan, whose essence is the same as the Tiangong Clan, is a race that stands on a different footing from the rest of the world. There is no way that the competition for the heart of the race could become so bloody and cruel!

Lan Yue could feel the increasingly rich blood in the air, and she could also see the casualties among the monks holding the Pink Silk Order and the Black Silk Order.

The Black Silk Order is still a force, but even if it is a force, it is somewhat ineffective at this time.

There is no distinction between forces at all. Everyone seems to be red-blooded, and if they catch the nearest person, they will bombard them indiscriminately.

Spending everything just to kill the person in front of you, regardless of whether this behavior is right or wrong, is inappropriate even in a world where strength is valued over selfishness.

No rational monk in the world would do such a thing, injuring one thousand enemies and damaging oneself ten thousand.

This kind of fighting method that overdraws one's life is more like wanting to keep one's own life here.

Such an abnormal phenomenon made Lan Yue's face darken.

She raised her head and quickly glanced at the heart of the green silk race a hundred meters away.

There is something wrong with the Green Silk Clan’s racial heart!

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Ying Xin's face is pale, but as long as she wants to hide, with the abilities of her race, it is still difficult for anyone to find her.

And when the shouts that exposed them were heard, she was hiding in a little unknown corner and had just touched Sweetie's side.

Without enough time to take Sweetheart out of sight, Shadow Heart could only hide in the dark and deal with the fatal danger for Sweetheart.

But there are so many people that no matter how hard they try, they still feel powerless.

"Leave!" Tianxin suddenly shouted. The people besieging her didn't know what the woman was talking about, but Yingxin knew.

She just wiped someone's neck silently, with a determined expression on that pale face that had not seen the sun for a long time.

Seeing that the number of people was still decreasing, Tianxin also felt Yingxin's decision. She sighed softly, why bother, she can obviously leave!

Can anyone help us?

As if in response to Sweetheart's prayer, the passionate and tragic music sounded, and the appearance of the racial heart of the Green Silk Clan attracted the attention of most people.

When everyone fell into a melee, it seemed that not many people came to besiege Tianxin and Yingxin anymore.

But the situation of the two people still did not improve, because they were also confused by the temptation rising from the bottom of their hearts, and launched rapid attacks on the people around them.

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As soon as Wu Liang came in, he saw Zhuang Qiming standing there. When he saw this kid, he couldn't control the knife in his hand.

Because it was part of the plan, Wu Liang had a general understanding of the entire plan.

Knowing what they were planning, Wu Liang estimated the success rate of the matter and knew in his heart that if Zhuang Qiming could not be eliminated, the possibility of the Green Silk Clan's racial heart falling into his hands was extremely slim.

I originally wanted to maintain a superficial friendship with Zhuang Qiming and let Zhuang Qiming be willing to take him to the end, but unexpectedly, this sinister boy had been wary of him early in the morning.

Not to mention taking him deep into the heart of the Green Silk Clan, even the people in his team would not let him have too much contact, for fear that he would instigate one of them to rebel.

Zhuang Qiming was on guard against those ordinary monks who were meant as cannon fodder from the moment they were brought in, that is, as stepping stones under the throne of King Cheng.

Zhuang Qiming like this undoubtedly confirmed Wu Liang's thoughts.

I have no sincerity towards Zhuang Qiming, and after so many years, the rare concern I had for that force in Huanyu has long since disappeared. As for those blood relatives, how do they have anything to do with him.

As long as he got the racial heart of the Green Silk Clan, it didn't matter even if those people were killed by someone who became angry and angry. Anyway, at that time, he had already become the absolute master of the other side of the underworld.

Power and status are always more attractive than relatives and friends.

Wu Liang, who has a cold nature, only thinks that what he does is the norm in the world.

The monks in Huanyu have this kind of character.

When they sent him out, they should have expected what happened now.

Just as he was about to launch an attack on Zhuang Qiming, he heard the rising voice: "...the body is glowing...those who have been inherited by the Green Silk Clan...are more advantageous...favored by the heart of the Green Silk Clan..."

Looking at himself subconsciously, Wu Liang vaguely remembered that when he entered here, he saw the pink light emitting from the pink silk order in his hand.

Wu Liang breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was not covered with a layer of light like those conspicuous people.

Just when he saw the pink light escaping from the cuffs, his heart skipped a beat.

Zhuang Qiming could find an opportunity to attack at any time. He only had one life, so he carefully hid himself for fear of being suddenly discovered. Zhuang Qiming did not expect that what he was waiting for was not the outcome of finally exposing everything and being besieged, but the tragic and passionate ending.

Xiu Yue, and the heart of the Green Silk Clan race that makes people feel trance-like just by staring at it and launches the strongest attack on those around them.

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Lan Xin, who was suddenly brought in and became the target of everyone, stood in front of Mei Xin. In her heart, she was unwilling to suffer these injuries for Mei Xin, but she was still waiting for the ending she wanted. Lan Xin could not abandon Mei Xin at this time.

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Although she didn't know what she was obsessed with, there was something engraved in her bones that made her unable to abandon her charm.

The pathos and passionate music, the sounds that resonated with people, and the sounds that aroused people's greed, did not arouse the slightest reaction from Lan Xin. She raised her eyes and looked at the changes around her calmly and indifferently.

Behind her, Mei Xin also found that she was not affected.

She looked at the monks and souls who were trying their best to destroy the enemy in front of them, and then squeezed her hand to make sure that she was not affected in any way, and her eyes lit up.

Could it be that she is the destined owner of the racial heart of the Green Silk Clan?

Otherwise, how could we explain that she was the only one who was not affected and was accompanied by a loyal subordinate who could protect her?

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and Mei Xin's eyes became brighter. The already charming beauty had a pair of sparkling eyes, which made her look even more attractive.

The battle became more and more fierce, with more and more casualties, and Mei's heart became more and more excited. A breeze came from nowhere and blew her hair.