Chang Feng summoned the green dragon and rode on the back of the green dragon to fight with the dragon scroll in the air.

Qinglong used his body to tighten the growing tornado, and the wind swept more and more unsteadily from side to side, and Qinglong's body also expanded and tightened, and the battle between the two gradually became white-hot.

Chang Feng jumped onto the head of the green dragon and shouted, "Closer, I'm going to enter the center of the cyclone." ”

Qinglong said briefly: "You will die." ”

"I won't. He replied briefly.

Chang Feng grabbed the horns of the green dragon, and when an ice bridge appeared under the horns that pointed directly to the center of the whirlpool, he ran up quickly.

At the end of the ice bridge, he stepped on and jumped violently, and the entire ice bridge was shattered to pieces by the force of his jump, and the hail fell like a hail on the trees below.

The Soul Reaver Shadow is incorporeal, and the fall of the ice cube has no effect on them, which can make it difficult for the beasts fighting on or under the tree, not only to avoid the attack of the Soul Reastrar, but also to beware of being hit by the ice.

Doc said angrily, "Brother Feng, can you be careful not to accidentally injure your allies?"

Chang Feng didn't hear Doc's shouting, and he didn't care about the impact of the ice bridge's fragments on his companions, he had to be fast enough to get through the rotating air currents and reach the center of the tornado.

He shot into the cyclone like a bullet, and he stayed in the air flow for a short time, only to feel his body almost be carried away by the devastating wind speed.

His mind went blank, and he didn't have time to make any thoughts, he had already rushed out of the air.

In the center of the tornado, the wind stopped flowing, and he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar all at once, and the cold air stuck to his limbs like a ball of paste, and he felt that his joints had solidified, and his whole movement had slowed down.

However, these feelings climbed into his brain for a moment, and in fact his movements were not affected in any way, and he found that he was rapidly pounced on a cloud of Soul Reavers that had been pulled into a long strip by the tornado, but with a clear boundary.

This demon shadow was blood-red and heavy, and it was it that controlled this qi dragon.

Chang Feng pulled out a half-hanging wooden short knife from his waist, pointed downward, stabbed through the top of the shadow, and dragged it all the way to the bottom of the tornado.

The tornado formed by the whirling of the shadow caused great damage, but due to the strong centrifugal force around the tornado, the air pressure in the center was too low, making it unable to disperse its body and dodge in the face of the attack of the normal wind.

It let out a sharp hiss, and was split in two by the wind.

The speed of the cyclone slowly decreased, and Changfeng fell out of the eye of the wind and smashed into the ceremonial platform with great speed. With a loud "bang", the wooden planks on the entire ceremonial platform were smashed, and a deep pit was smashed out of the center by Changfeng.

For a while, the sky was spinning, and Chang Feng lost consciousness, but almost immediately, the pain from head to toe in every part of his body went from the darkness to his brain.

He opened his eyes, and then saw the white pillar of light that spread across him.

This can no longer be called a pillar of light, the creation spar enshrined in the sacrificial hall of the spirit deed - after he saw the body of the creation spar at the end of the equator, he knew that what they had been worshipping for many years was only a fragment of the creation spar - the huge energy that gushed out when it was destroyed flooded the world with a thousand rays of light.

Lin Xiang...... He called her name silently.

He shouldn't have left her. Never give up, life and death together, is the oath they just spoke. They are going to be together for a lifetime, and a lifetime shouldn't be so short.

But...... No, she's alive. She has the power of the Spirit Race, her body can heal itself, she will survive, she is waiting for him.

He let out a sigh of relief, every broken bone, every crushed vessel, his fingers regaining their ability to move at a rapid pace.

Chang Feng climbed out of the rubble and jumped out of the pit that had sunk into the roots of the tree.

He stood in the overwhelming white light, in all directions, between heaven and earth, within the firmament, full of whiteness.

There is no half-hanging forest, no more spirit settlements that Lin Xiang jokingly called the mushroom house, no more flowers and blades of grass taller than people, and even the soul-devouring soul-snatching shadow.

He took two steps through the void, his feet on the crumbs of the planks on the ground echoing, but nothing else.

"Lin Xiang!" he shouted, his cry bouncing and spreading in the white light, as if there were countless voices similar to him.

He didn't know how long he had been standing in the white light, and the first thing that came in was a bullet.

He saw the bullet cut through the fog and come to him, spinning at an unusually slow speed, striking him in the left chest.

He reached out and pinched the warhead, feeling the metal rubbing between his fingers, a faint green smoke floating in the air, and he smelled the smell of gunpowder.

This is no ordinary bullet. The Spirit Pack's No. 701 pistol is equipped with its own bullets, and although this pistol is lightweight, the rear momentum is strong enough that the arm strength of ordinary humans cannot withstand it.

In the blink of an eye, more bullets flew towards him, and the white light that filled the entire space vanished like a flicker of a shutter.

He stood on the top of a bare hill that was covered with green forests like the surrounding mountains, but for some unknown reason it had been cut down, and the stumps of the tall trees on the ground were still bare with fresh cuts.

He also heard the cacophony of people, the roar of warplanes overhead, the mechanical sound of guns clasping, and countless screams of pain.

They're back.

The whole spiritual realm is back—no, the spiritual realm has not returned, the half-hanging wood forest is the birthplace of the spirit world, and when the half-hanging wood forest is destroyed, the spirit world is gone.

The spirit world was completely destroyed by the energy released by the fragments of the creation spar, and only they returned.

And what greeted them back to the real world was a trap that had been laid in ambush by the Spirit Covenant.

The warriors of the Spirit Pact know the Spirit Clan as well as their own bodies, and each bullet fired is clearly targeted. Before many of the Spirit Clansmen could react from the void of white light, they were shot through their hearts by the oncoming bullets.

The wail he heard was the last cry of the Spirit people before they died.

Chang Feng raised his hands and released his telekinesis to stop the bullet in front of him. He spread his telekinesis and intercepted more bullets, buying the opportunity for the Spirit Race and the Orcs to fight back. But he lost count of how many bodies had fallen under his feet.

He looked around, and in the midst of the fighting crowd, he saw a figure that was struggling to support himself under the siege of three Spirit Pact soldiers.

"Kolo!" Chang Feng shouted.

Chloe's shirt was stained red with blood, and he was punched in the chest and staggered. Chang Feng rushed to his side and blocked more attacks for him.

Chang Feng conjured up wolf claws to respond to the intense blows of the warriors.

A warrior leaped up from behind him with a dagger held high, and he turned around coldly, grabbed the dagger with his left hand, and grabbed it with his right claw upward, grabbing the warrior's open chest.

He threw the body away, still dripping with blood, and saw the low-flying fighter plane that had just been hidden by the corpse.

A sturdy man in black chain mail like him jumped out of the plane.

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