In the eyes of the red-robed ancestor. Wang Mo is just the end of the road. It's just a desperate struggle. This situation. This is reasonable. After all, there are no living things. He will choose to give his life to others.

Not to mention. The fate of being robbed. It was a truly sunny day. There is no possibility of reincarnation. Even if reincarnation only exists in legends. No one has ever actually touched it.

But any thinking creature. All hope awaits the afterlife. Even if it's a wrong idea. But they can't really recognize it. Maybe. The idea. It's just a false hope in their hearts.

Like. There has never been true immortality in the field of farming. But countless practitioners are still tirelessly pursuing this field. Even if it's still far away!

This is a portrayal of the helplessness of reality! Always in my heart!

"Whoa, whoa!"

With the red-robed Old Ancestor Yuanying jumped into Wang Mo's soul mist. It evaporates like boiling wastewater in a short time. Wang Mo let out another terrible cry in a daze. One can imagine the pain!

"Take your time. This is what happens when you reject Ben's kindness!Wahaha!" watched Wang Mo scream in pain. The Red Ancestor let out an unusually cruel smile.

But it's moving. But there was no pause. Only Wang Mo, the body that originally belonged to the soul, would be devoured. Let your soul merge into Wang Mo's breath. He can really control this body.

Only to the maximum extent that this body fits. Only then will he be able to recover his achievements in the shortest possible time. After all, catch this act. This is not the normal way. This is an act against heaven. The Law of Destroying Creatures!

"Huh?" looked at Wang Mo's golden arc. The red-robed ancestor let out a soft sigh: "I understand." But with your achievements. After a while, the energy of the lightning system. I can't hurt the Ancestor!"

He said. He ignored the golden arc. The red mist jumped again. At that moment, Wang Mo's fascination was overwhelmed.

Over time. I don't know how long it will take. Wang Mo's melting pale golden mist was swallowed up by the red-robed ancestor. Tapering. Until only a small ball remains. But Wang Mo had long lost interest. As if unable to bear the pain. Fainted.

Look at the last cloud of soul mist. The red-robed primordial infant let out a carefree howl. The small mouth opens slightly and takes a suction. He saw the last trace of Wang Mo in this world. Fall into its mouth.

"Hiccup!"

Swallow the mist. The red-robed Yuan Ying unconsciously hiccuped. Little hands pat the abdomen. He proudly said to himself, "Finally ......"

It's just that. Before he finishes speaking. His face changed suddenly. Then face the color of pain. Put your hands on your head. His face twisted and rolled to the ground. The mouth kept screaming: "Ahh

At this time, the behavior of the red-robed Yuan Ying was similar to the scene where Wang Mo's soul was devoured by it. How similar. What a change things have been!

This didn't last long. Then I saw that the head of the red yuan baby was rapidly expanding. Like a misshapen big-headed doll.

on its swollen head. The eyes of the red-robed Yuan Ying were full of incredible color. Then, many cracks appeared on his huge head. There is an abundance of purple and gold brilliance.

With the appearance of purple and golden radiance. The screams in the mouth of the red-robed Yuan Ying gradually disappeared. And countless cracks appeared throughout its entire body.

"No!"

Finally, his whole body was pierced with purple and gold radiance. The Yuan Infant in the red robe was unwilling to complain and screamed, and it exploded with a bang. The red-robed Yuan Ying never appeared again. Only a rich Sinar Mas Group remained. From time to time there are flashes of purple.

......

The brilliant colors of "boom" and "boom" bloom in the vast starry sky like fireworks. But no one really appreciates this beautiful view. Because when this fireworks-like color blooms, a dark red blood mist cloud rises instead of beautiful. As the stars slowly shake. Nothing was left.

"If you take the lead in surrendering. can be enjoyed for hundreds of millions of years. Great Glory ......" with an antique face. Spirited. The peaceful old man said slowly.

But look closely. It's not hard to find a wisp of green in his eyes. The destruction of the old man's kind countenance ruined him.

The answer is "kill!". Think out loud. What catches your eye is a tall, muscular man. A huge figure holds a black, raw, untouched axe. He was dressed in animal robes. He has long and messy hair. A thick beard obscures half of his face. The eyes are as bright as the stars. Full of determination to go back and forth, staring ahead.

A beautiful woman with a snake on her head. Clouds hang high above the temple. Jasper cloud hairpin. This is really a blue cloud star raincoat. Even if the face is full of murderous intentions, it can't hide the glory of a loving mother. At this time, his eyes were full of decisiveness, and he held his twin swords. What makes such a beautiful woman so beautiful?

A man wears a crown of stars. This face resembles a jade crown. Dressed in robes of stars and gossip. In his hand, he held a pale pink guqin, glowing with white light. The strings, which are supposed to play a soft melody, do make murderous sounds at this time. Even a tall body can't hide a determined figure.

There was a snake with two ears. A big guy with a hot body. His side is the same as the big man. It's just that big blue guy...

What follows is a myriad of numbers. With the nine figures in front of them emitting the breath of the earth. Rush to kill the enemy in front of you. There was no fear in his eyes. Not cowardly. No retreat is allowed. Looks like something has been caught!

A golden glow in the corner. Looking at the scene in front of me with no interest. Calm though. But it trembles with fluctuations. But this indicates that there is no sound. The inanimate light masses have internal fluctuations.

When that deadly word sounds. In this light group. And it also spread a wave of sadness. Very sad!

......

Look at the crimson ashes. A tall man who leads the charge. A sneer appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth in the nebula. Such a scenario seems to them to be probably. This is very common. There is no mercy. Only this time the opponent is stronger.

The surrender may have taken place out of mockery. I would like to say a few words. But the giant did not hesitate to use the word "kill" to block back.

The old man seemed to have something in mind. The corners of the mouth are covered with an unknown grimace. Its charm lies in the fact that it makes the people around Qi Qi fight a cold war. It was like an invisible cold snap rushing by.

Golden light. Seems to have slept a bit as well. My whole body was trembling. It's weird. These seem to be powerful practitioners. But the presence of light clusters was not noticed. It's like there's no light mass.

At this time, the battlefield is like a group of abandoned children. In the end, they were all killed. There is no longer any stopping effect.

The soldiers, led by a tall man, also came to the crowd. It's just that this state is better than the old man who leisurely waits for work. It's not on the table.

I saw the old man gently waving his right hand. There were many people behind him. Qi Qi took a drink. Set up the kill array layer. Hordes of big men surrounded it.

He watched as he broke through the obstacle and was blocked when he reached the enemy. The giant's face was not full of sadness. When wielding an axe, the movement of the body is also slightly slower. Obviously, with the strength of the giant's body, such a high-intensity attack continued. I can't help but feel a little tired.

There was a shout of killing in his ears. The Yanhuang people were surrounded by a large group of divided divisions. In the eight nebula clusters that followed. There are signs of murder. It's like a rolling grinding disc. It's just that it's not flour. Just flesh and blood.

A terrible and tragic cry. The anger that is shown when the body is broken, when you are in a state of fascination. It's like covering the sky and saying the general. Make this a vast, beautiful, bright starry sky. The sky was extremely dark and gloomy. Even a storm of dead souls was blown.

It's that I don't know how many people will die. And it was the monk who had successfully cultivated that was broken. When they congregate in large numbers. Only then can mourning arise. The waves of the Death Soul Storm gradually became clear and condensed. Around the starry sky. It seems sad.

Wei An's man's huge head slowly scanned the surroundings. There was a hint of sadness in my eyes. These people are the basis for the continuation of the race. It's folded here. But this grief is only fleeting. It was replaced by tenacity and determination. His faith as a race. The last hope. People can't see his fragile side. Slowly open your mouth: "Distinguished guests. This is the end of the story. You may want to go to the underworld with me. Abandon these skins. Waiting for the next generation for me. Looking for Ah Lang Lang Gankun?"

The beautiful woman opened her lips gently and said slowly, "Your Majesty." There is no need to say more. That is, it has been agreed. I won't regret waiting!" the beautiful woman was not at all feminine in what she said at this time. Some people don't lose the tenacity of a man.

"Huh. No complaints, no regrets!" It was the man with the star crown who spoke so lightly. He doesn't like to die.

"Haha! No regrets. Regrets. It's better to fight a good fight than to be a loser!" The heroic rhetoric about death is a heavy jujube noodle. Fiery red-haired Anzan.

"No complaints, no regrets!" and "no regrets" are accompanied by constant voices. None of the nine highly respected people withdrew.

"Good. That's it. You can kill me!" the Weinan man wielded a giant axe. Shuai rushed to the place where the elders were. The crowd followed. Although the momentum has risen slightly. But the sad feeling of death. But how to drive.

Look at these shapes. Through the golden light. Sinar Mas also seems anxious. Whimpering. As if there was no giving up. But no one paid attention to him.

Look at this scene. The old man was even more angry. His eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "Hmph." A gladiator is a tool. Do you think I don't know about this conspiracy? Ladies and gentlemen. We should do it!"