"This time there are two small fish, the old lady can still resist, but the space barrier continues to thinn, the lord who comes in must be more powerful than the other, next time can block it, then next time, next time?"

'Moreover'

Using the clone to extract the source of a small half of the force, the vitality supplied to Solan and Heyman is even more insufficient, although it blocks the spirit, but in fact, for Solan and Heyman, the damage is just a death sentence and a suspended sentence!

Just look at the figures of and Solan swaying as they sit.

Sure enough, the spirits floating from the clouds and mist next to the floating platform gradually increased and strengthened, from three or two 'kittens' at the beginning, to 'wild wolves' who can cause pressure and damage to the clones in groups

"I just don't know when it will become a tiger that tears my doppelgänger apart!"

Sheng Yawei's temples twitched painfully, the feeling of sitting still and not daring to move was too unpleasant, more aggrieved than being beaten half to death in a fight with someone in the ring.

The three Sheng Yawei, who were struggling to support and suffer, didn't know that there was also a restlessness outside the secret realm!

It's just that, unlike Sheng Yawei and the others, the joy mixed with this restlessness is so strong - even stronger than when Fuya succeeded as the high priest!

It was obviously a blue sky and a white sun outside, although it was not very visible during the day and night to the deep seabed, but the hourglass clearly showed that it was daylight, but the sea monsters uncharacteristically began to rush towards the Atlas ruins, frantically attacking the protective shield set up by the elders on the Atlas ruins, which was more fierce and eager than when the divine sacrifice was opened, as if it had sensed something and fought for its life. Let the tens of thousands of sea tribes in the protective shield not worry but rejoice!

What could make a sea monster with no or no intelligence so crazy?

How could they have forgotten the prophecy of the first great sage before his death? The prophecy that made them hope that the Sea Clan had experienced countless deaths and injuries for hundreds of thousands of years!

The Star of Hope will dispel all darkness and evil, so they are not afraid.

The devil's final madness is only a feeble struggle, and the darkness before dawn is just in front of him.

Even many elders who claimed to be stable and Taishan collapsed in front of them and their faces did not change, their old faces were flushed with excitement, and more sea clans were already happy or stupid, or jumped directly.

Simon, who had silver hair, ice crystals, and a haggard face, Angel, who was sick and couldn't stand up in Antonio's arms, but was unwilling to leave for a while, and the fatal scars were only briefly treated, and Yuna and Karn, who were still waiting by the altar...... There were bright and faint smiles on the faces of the people, but if you looked closely, their eyes were equally full of tears of excitement, pride, and hope.

'And they did!'

And they did!'

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No matter how excited and excited the sea tribes outside are. But the situation on Sheng Yawei's side is not good. Or rather, terrible!

Several epic junior spirits appeared unexpectedly and unexpectedly, Sheng Yawei immediately made a decision, and commanded the two clones to pounce on the right position to blow themselves up.

Although the crisis was solved. But the doppelganger's self-explosion and backlash made Sheng Yawei's blood stagnate.

Sheng Yawei did not vomit blood. Instead, and Solan spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

Sheng Yawei's qi and blood stagnated. The input of the source of power plummeted again, and the bodies of the two people who were already in danger finally collapsed.

A mouthful of blood spat out. The momentum around the two of them has risen instead of falling.

Sheng Yawei was not happy, and the gloom in his eyes increased.

'This is not to draw the power of the bloodline, but to draw the power of the soul, so the residual power of the body of the divine beast is revealed. ’

'It's useless to re-convey the source of force'

Sheng Yawei withdrew his hand with a gloomy face.

[What now?] Makin asked.

[What else can I do? Wait, it depends on when the two of them come and die late, anyway, the two of us old guys have lived a lot more, and we have come out to see the outside world, which is enough. Marceau said freely.

[Hmm.] Sheng Yawei nodded.

Despite saying this, Sheng Yawei still stood up, stretched out his hand to hold the meteor floating in the air, and dodged out of the shared magic circle, exuding an aura of vigilance, waiting for the next wave of evil spirits to arrive.

It didn't take long for another group of python-shaped spirits to cut through the mist and pounce on Heyman and Solan.

Sheng Yawei knocked the ground with a meteor, opened his mouth slightly, and the scream of the banshee's howl vibrated the entire space, and the spirit paused, and the bloodthirsty demon flower with the power of rules rose from the ground, and stopped this group of epic python-shaped spirits that had no body for a second.

At this moment, there were no digital eyes flowing out of Sheng Yawei's mouth.

The elegant and majestic water dragon condensed, and as soon as it appeared, it rushed towards the python-shaped spirits, and the "boom" and "poof" water explosion, as if from the ancient dragon roar, the momentum of the moment seemed to break through the fog of space.

Along with the dragon, Sheng Yawei's thin but vigorous figure swooped up, and what lingered around the meteor was no longer an element, but a mysterious aura, and with her slashing, piercing, and tapping, the meteor in the meteor cooperated with her consciousness, or turned the meteor into a blade of a sword, a spear, a stick...... The ever-changing meteor is accompanied by the source of her power and exquisite martial arts

If Sheng Yawei is in the mood now, and she is a smug villain, then she will definitely laugh and cross her waist now, and say: Meteor in hand, I have it in the world;

Ahem, don't laugh.

Sheng Yawei's dragon chant of the sea, the slash of potential, and the domain of potential...... All kinds of high-attack methods have been used all over again, mana and yuan power have been consumed, and the extraordinary exertion of talent has destroyed this wave of spirits in a dangerous way

Sheng Yawei touched the big hole with black gas on his shoulder, stroked his eyebrows again, and smiled bitterly.

Although there is still one last hole card left, and Majin and Marceau are also trying their best to replenish the energy she consumes, but - how long can she support it?

Glancing at the protective circle, her expression was sluggish, and she looked more and more like Solan and Heyman, who looked sluggish after saving Heyman in the priest trial—how long could they support it?

After being reborn, how much effort did it take? I just started to call for wind and rain, and I have to fold here. She can start over, but Ma Jin and Ma Suo, who she finally rescued, have to lose their lives because of her willfulness this time, how can she be willing?

The forbidden spell is reversed, the excessive exercise, the injury is not light, and the overwhelmed body has already issued a 'click' warning to Sheng Yawei, if it is not unwilling, she should have fallen down at this time and did not look at Ma Jin and Ma Suo are silent? They are afraid that if they make a sound, they will vent Sheng Yawei's last breath.

'The one in charge is always late, the ancients don't deceive me!' Sheng Yawei thought resentfully and cruelly. (To be continued......)