In the endless darkness, the concept of time and space seemed to have lost its meaning, and suddenly there was a soft "snap", and a flame appeared from it.

But what is extremely strange is that despite the flames, it can only illuminate itself, and there is not a trace of light, spreading into the surrounding darkness.

Unreal, distorted, like a voice coming from far away, coming from the flames, "I need absolute secrecy, the front and back of this matter and the process, not to reveal the slightest bit." ”

Another voice sounded directly in the darkness, as if it came from the darkness, coming from all directions, "Of course, we can guarantee that, because the dead don't speak. ”

Flame was silent for a moment, "I'll make sure for sure, he really didn't return?"

"We can be sure. The voice in the darkness was calm and soothing, giving people an incomparably powerful feeling of trust, "Your Excellency, please rest assured, there will be no hidden dangers in this matter, even if he comes back afterwards, it will be a boat that cannot be reversed." Vested interests will not allow it, there are unstable factors that threaten them, and we can eradicate him with a little guidance, and the whole thing will come to an end once and for all. ”

"And Your Excellency, too, will receive the fragments of life that we have promised to prolong life...... It's a good deal, and you don't need to take too much risk. If your identity is not the most suitable, we can easily find many of you who are willing to cooperate. ”

An illusory, distorted voice rang out from the flames, "It's better that everything is as you say." ”

Darkness responded, "Please rest assured. ”

Poof-

The flames were extinguished, the darkness was calm again, and it was like a land covered by eternal night, and it is and will continue to be so for endless years to come.

......

The Demi-Saint is indeed powerful, and there is no doubt that the Hundred Battles who can easily inflict heavy losses on him are even more powerful, but he is not a True Saint after all.

And in the current situation, there is no way for the non-true saint to come down and stabilize the big ship in Taoyuan, which is tossed in the stormy seas.

Therefore, after a short period of silence, the pretender made a new move, and after witnessing the previous scene, he still dared to choose to make a move, and his strength was naturally unusual.

"Those who blaspheme the Holy Way will be punished!" a low, majestic voice suddenly exploded between heaven and earth, like an oracle, with some kind of irresistible and powerful will. As he said, it is an established fact, a prophecy that will eventually be fulfilled.

"He said that the blasphemer will lose his eyes and will no longer see the world!"

Baizhan Yuye's eyes instantly dimmed, and his pupils were covered with paleness, like a layer of frost condensed on the surface of clear water.

"He said that the blasphemer will lose his arms and will no longer be able to touch everything!"

The paleness reappeared, like some kind of marble coating, starting with the tips of the fingers and spreading upwards until it covered both arms.

"He said, The blasphemer will lose his feet and will no longer be able to stand on the earth!"

The same paleness, which quickly appears on both feet...... But this time, the opposition did not continue to remain silent, and allowed it to continue to spread and deprive.

The corners of his mouth curled, revealing a cold, solemn arc, "Found you!"

Turning suddenly, his eyes were pale and shattered, and his dark pupils were bright, reflecting a shallow illusory figure.

Click-

Click-

The sound of shattering came from both hands and feet at the same time, and the pale cracks dissipated, and a hundred battles were punched out by Yuye. The frenzied force erupted in an instant, and there was nothing in front of him, and a figure appeared in the muffled hum.

Obviously, he didn't have time to dodge and took most of the power of this punch. The moment the blood spurted out, it directly shook and shattered into a blood mist, but instead of falling miserably, they let out a piercing scream.

The next moment, the blood mist rushed out, and it condensed into a tall figure, with a pair of unfolded blood wings behind it, and invisible blood-colored flames wrapped around it, like a messenger from hell.

And that's exactly what this strange method is called—

— Hellbringer!

Spirits from Hell have the ability to attack souls directly, tearing apart the souls of their enemies in the most brutal and painful ways, and accurately capture each fragment of souls, pulling them into the never-ending agony of Hell.

Hundred battles in the wild obviously did not intend to give the hell messenger in front of him a chance to really exert his strength, he sneered and stepped on his feet violently, and the dull sound suddenly set off, giving people the feeling that it was his foot, and he stepped heavily on a huge drum.

The rapidly approaching messenger of hell froze suddenly, and then cracks quickly appeared on it, like a broken bubble, and disappeared after a soft "pop".

The spatial oscillation provoked by the "drum face" did not disappear from this, and continued to rush towards the emerging phantom like a big wave, rolling him into it and forcing it from the illusory state to become real little by little.

The demi-saint who revealed himself was a young man in a white robe holding a scripture book, but the appearance of the skin and appearance of these things can be determined by the thought of the holy path, so the superficial youth does not mean anything, only the vicissitudes of life in his eyes can accurately show that he is an ancient demi-saint who has lived for a long, long time.

There was a hint of anger in his eyes, obviously he didn't expect that he, who had always been known for being weird and difficult to guard, would be forced out by a junior who had not yet stepped into the Holy Dao, and he would be crushed from the beginning.

This is Taoyuan!

He had to admit that in his heart, there was indeed a trace of awe at this moment, of course, the goal was not the hundred battles in front of him, no matter how powerful he was, he was only a mortal spirit below the Holy Dao, and it would eventually decay with the passage of time.

What he was in awe of was the unmasked Lord of the Peach Garden, who was worthy of being the pinnacle true saint of alien enlightenment, known as the strongest level of existence under the master, and taught a disciple who had not yet stepped into the sea of suffering to have such terrifying power.

Fighting beyond the ranks is not a difficult thing for the geniuses of the world to do, especially after they have received some kind of gift from their elders, but this is only limited to mortal spirit seeds.

Stepping into the sea of suffering to become a half-saint, even if they have not yet reached the other side, or have not yet been able to see the exact location of the other side, but the leap in the level of life has begun, and they have become the seed of the Holy Spirit, which is a gap between two completely different levels. Crossing this gap is unimaginably difficult and almost impossible to do.

"Kill!"

With a low shout, a hundred battles on the other side came fiercely, and the cold killing intent around him exploded, condensing as if forming a substance.

The white-robed half-saint's heart contracted suddenly, and there was a feeling that he could really see clearly at this moment, and he was in the wilderness in front of him—terrifying and desperate!

Of course, what is terrifying is his aura at the moment, and what is desperate is the strong will of the demi-saint. He had a clear instinct that he would soon be killed by fighting the wilderness of this state alone.

"Help me!" "Help me!" the white-robed half-saint roared, the scriptures in his hand suddenly unfolded, and he tore off one of them vigorously, with this action, the white-robed half-saint's body stiffened slightly, and a little deep pain flashed in his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he threw the paper out with all his might, and the moment it broke out of his palm, it shattered with a "snap", leaving only the countless words on it suspended.

It was a kind of writing that had never been seen before, similar to some kind of symbolic composition, a long string that occasionally disconnected from each other, but with a certain verve flowing in between, like a great river that was flowing endlessly, and what filled it was an endless stream of light.

Buzz –

Buzz –

In the shock, this strange text quickly faded, was erased by some invisible force, and also lost its restraint on the internal river, so the river broke through the embankment, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a torrent and flooded the four directions.

An endless and dazzling light burst out, like a sudden light in front of him, and then a white figure emerged from the light, with the soft face of an indistinguishable man and woman, his body was almost naked but did not reveal anything that could be seen, a pair of white wings spread out behind his back, gently flapping to release an ethereal and ethereal

An instinctive awe-inspiring breath.

There was no need to urge, he opened his eyes, and there was pure light in them, so mild that it seemed to wash away all the sins of the world, and his eyes turned to fall on the hundred battles of the wild, and he raised his hand to hold it forward.

A powerful imprisoning force descended from nothingness and applied to the body of Hundred Battles, constantly winding around like chains, temporarily trapping him in place.

At this time, another figure appeared above the head of Bai Zhan Yuye, his whole body was shrouded in black robes, invisible black mist surrounded his body, and strong negative emotions such as resentment, fear, despair, and destruction continued to emanate from his body.

A palm that was pale and bloodless, like a cold corpse, appeared as a huge scythe that it clenched in and quickly solidified to reveal its own color, which was actually a scarlet blood, as if it had eaten the blood of thousands of people.

Whispers of darkness, groans of pain, wails of despair, roars of madness...... And so the sound penetrated into the ears of the wild battle, disturbing his spirit, crushing his will, making his mind eroded, covered with despair and fear.

Hmmm-

The pale corpse-like palm suddenly raised the blood-colored scythe, like a flash of blood-colored lightning, and slashed at his head, and at this moment, those noisy and terrifying sounds suddenly became more intense.

Knock –

A low, muffled sound suddenly emanated from the body of the Hundred Battles in the wild, like something sleeping, awakened and beating under the stimulus of danger.

Knock –

Again, faster and more powerful than before.

Then there is the third, the fourth, the fifth...... His chest was shaking, and as it got faster and faster, the heavier "thump" thumped.

It's like, it's a hundred battles in the wild chest, hiding a second heart!

The tiny blood vessels on the surface of his eyes suddenly bulged rapidly, but instead of blood, it was a dazzling gold, like a raging flame, and like a strange mark formed by some kind of countless textures intertwined with each other.

At this moment, his whole person gave people a terrifying feeling that was extremely powerful and seemed to destroy everything.

"The inheritance power from the Destruction God Kingdom, you actually use them against me, it's really a stupid choice......" The deeper and deeper voice came from the mouth of the hundred battles, without much emotion, but everyone could clearly feel the anger transmitted in his voice.

It smells of destruction!

Bang –

With a low and loud sound, he, with white wings on his back, shook his palm forward and suddenly shattered, as if he had been hit by a terrifying force and flew out. And in the process of rolling, his handsome face showed an expression of pain and struggle, and on his pure and immaculate face, a texture that exuded a depraved and corrupt aura appeared, and two slender spiral horns drilled out of his forehead, and at the same time, between the white wings behind his back, as if he had suffered the most terrible taint in the world, they quickly turned black, and a black flame of nothingness appeared, and gradually spread out to envelop him all, burning into ashes in an instant.

The blood-colored scythe that slashed into the wilderness seemed to have suddenly withstood the terrifying erosion of the long river of time, and the red blood on the surface quickly became dull and shriveled, like a flower that had lost its moisture. Then it began to decay, spreading rapidly upwards from the tip of the knife, and the large patches of rust were mottled, giving people a strong smell of death and destruction. A muffled snort of pain sounded under the black robe, and the pale palm was released in time, but this obviously could not isolate the death power that spread from the scythe. The flesh and blood quickly decayed, turning into sticky pus dripping out, and the exposed bones quickly turned black, as if they had been eroded by the night.

The white-robed half-saint was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his eyes were frightened, and the person whose body was rotting under the black robe turned around and fled, not daring to stay any longer.

"A resurrection deity from the Kingdom of the Destroyed God...... Taoyuan can really bring surprises......" A low, calm voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and some invisible but vast power descended, enveloping the hundred battles on the surface of his body that were constantly floating cash patterns, and he had regarded him as his trophy.