Ahead lies a pure, boundless ocean.

Although there are no fish, shrimp and animals in this ocean, there are no aquatic plants and algae, and there is not even a trace of light, but in Mu Qinyi's senses, this ocean does not seem to be the slightest dead and terrifying, but only a kind of incomparable kindness from the depths of the heart. It is not the intimacy of the concepts of vitality, warmth and softness, but the boundlessness, the depth, and the extreme tranquility and stability that are completely in tune with one's own spirit and soul. She was trying to swim slowly towards it.

In fact, she can't move, even her eyes are closed, all of this is a spiritual perception. When he felt the endless ocean in front of him, the existence of the physical body was already dispensable, or even just a constraint. She knew that as she slowly approached this endless ocean, her originally weak and broken spirit would gradually be slowly soothed by this ocean.

Suddenly, she felt a push coming from behind, and she was moving forward almost a hundred times as fast as before, and the endless ocean in front of her was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This did not make Mu Qinyi feel happy, but his heart was full of horror and fear. She herself knew very well what the power of the endless ocean in front of her was, but if she got too close, it would not only heal her mental and spiritual injuries, but also her spirit and consciousness itself.

It's too late to get out of the way, under this 'push', she can't even feel her own body at all, and in the pure spirit, only the endless ocean in front of her that encompasses everything is getting closer and closer, closer and closer.

Soon, under the influence of the approaching ocean, even the fear began to dissolve, leaving only the intimacy and peace that seemed to be rooted in the depths of her soul. She knew that the ocean in front of her was the water elemental territory that represented one of the roots of the world, and it was the ultimate destination of the souls of all those who pursued the elemental path......

No, it's still slightly different. Because from the perspective of the Shenzhou Daomen, they don't feel that this pure sea of elements is the true eternal and immortal world root, and the Five Elements True Spirit is not a divine object they believe in, but a treasure that can be used to break through the earthly world and get a glimpse of the heavens.

Five elements and five elements, one of the five lines, the road to simplicity must also be complete, the only one in ten thousand, one in ten thousand, the world and the avenue as one.

Mu Qinyi suddenly remembered a sentence from the general outline of the Shenshui Palace's introductory mental method. It is said that there is this sentence in the secret texts of other Five Elements Sects, including Houtu Gate, Heavenly Volcano, etc., which is the general outline of the Five Elements Sect.

By the way, this seemingly pure and largest Endless Elemental Territory must also be connected to other realms on a deeper level. The world is constantly changing, and it is all one.

Faced with the endless ocean that was getting closer and closer, almost in front of him, Mu Qinyi did not simply devote himself to it according to his instinct, but further opened his spirit and tried to take the initiative to embrace it from a broader and deeper angle.

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"Sometimes I have to admit that there is some truth to the elves' clichés. Life is the most amazing and incredible force in the world, and even from the perspective of an arcanist, it is indeed the most unique and expansive fifth element. ”

The chairman looked at the two strange figures flying from different directions from a distance, and smiled meaningfully: "You see, the world's rejection of the distorted laws of life is different from the way other elements reject it. ”

"That's right. The corners of the duke's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but let out a strange exclamation. "I also have to admit that these dead-headed believers are indispensable to this world. ”

The two strange figures flying in were extremely fast, not long ago they were more than ten miles away, and after a few breaths, they had already come to the front of them, one of them was a huge dragon, just a dry shell, the broken body of the skeleton had been exposed in many places, and the darkness in the eye sockets showed that this was actually just the corpse of a giant dragon.

The other was a bald eagle with a relatively large body, but after flying here, its body suddenly began to twist and change, and in an instant, it became a young man in a feather cloak, with pointed ears and extremely handsome appearance, indicating that this man was actually an elf.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you have nothing to do with this filthy blasphemer. The elven man looked coldly at the few people in mid-air.

"No, relevant. This is a large doll made by my boss on a whim, and I am watching him dismantle the golem. Do you have any comments?" said the Sword of Mercy looked at the elven druid with a strange smile that was not very friendly, and it seemed that he had a bad feeling for the race.

A wave of anger welled up on the elf's face, but I don't know if he knew the truth or saw that it was definitely not this man's opponent, so he didn't say a word about the sword of benevolence.

Comparatively speaking, the corpse dragon, which seemed to be completely inhuman, instead spoke in an orderly manner: "Lord Druid, this is the head of the Arcane Academy, Magnus and the Duke of Inclere, and their two western guests. They must have come here to stop this blasphemous spell. We cannot now focus on pointless disputes, and we must destroy this blasphemous spell as soon as possible. ”

"That's right, High Priest, and it's up to you two to help. The chairman nodded to the corpse dragon, an old man embedded in the dragon's chest, to be exact. Half of the old man's body was completely integrated into the dragon's corpse, leaving only the small half of his body barely outside.

"This is the high priest of the Church of the Lost in Oroyosta. The chairman explained to Feng Yinqiu and the two. "Both he and the elven druid sensed this arcane distorted law of life and rushed over as soon as they could. In the realm of their own beliefs, their perception is unmatched by us arcanists. ”

"Then this dragon is the dead form of the High Priest. Feng Yinqiu couldn't help but take a closer look at the corpse dragon. He had seen these somewhat strange clergy before, and they were not so much believing in the peace of death as they were looking directly at the dignity of life itself, so they regarded the undead arcane that bent life as the enemy of the elven druids who believed in life.

As for the form of the deceased, it is a transient state that these deceased people present after they have dedicated all the remaining light of their lives and completely combined with 'death'. Although this dragon is also a corpse, it gives people a deep and distant calm, as if infinite time is eternally locked in this moment, which is completely different from the twisted and disgusting aura of the corpse giant, which makes the scalp tingle when you look at it.

The reaction of the corpse giants not far away may be more indicative of this. He was almost the two latecomers found at the same time as the chairman, and the eyes formed by the convergence of hundreds of heads swept into the distance, and a vivid nervous expression immediately appeared on the fat face formed by countless corpses, and then the corpse giant bent down and half-squatted, stretched out his fat hands and inserted them into the ground. His body was so large that it seemed to be slow, and it wasn't until the High Priest of the Lost had time to introduce and chat with the Chairman that he picked up a large piece of dry earth from the ground and threw it at the Returned Dragon in mid-air.

From a distance, the attack looked ridiculous, as a bloated fat man slowly scooped up a large lump of mud from the ground and threw it at a dragon the size of a dove not far away. However, as a few people in the vicinity, they could fully feel the destructive power of this throw, a few crystalline rocks like a small mountain mixed with countless large and small gravel with a huge whistling wind and rain, the strength of this corpse giant was really unimaginable, even the smallest of them the size of a finger had enough power to kill ordinary people.

There were a few muffled bangs. The area covered by this throw was too large, and the body of the Returned Dragon was not small, after all, it was not able to dodge, and was hit by a few rocks, and obvious depressions immediately appeared on the dry body, and the figure in mid-air was also crooked. And the elf druid was even more frightened in the face of such an attack, and finally he was small in size and reacted quickly, turning into a peregrine falcon and running away.

"Hey, these guys aren't very good at fighting. The Sword of Benevolence couldn't help but sneer when he saw it.

In fact, all four of them were shrouded in the corpse giant's throw at the same time, but this stupid and crude attack was too crude for them, and the sword of benevolence struck out with a single punch, and all the rocks that flew towards him shattered into powder. The chairman and the duke paid no attention to it, and the rocks, no matter how big or small, no matter how fierce they were, suddenly lost their strength and fell to the ground like rain. Feng Yinqiu still relied on the strength of the giant hand to slide to the side like a fish, and dodged it.

The dragon of the dead who was hit roared at the same time, its voice hoarse and desolate, and in that roar, the corpses on the outside of the corpse giant's body began to disintegrate and disintegrate, and these corpses quickly decayed and collapsed in mid-air, and almost all of them had turned into flying ashes when they landed.

Just this roar did much more damage to the giant than all the high-level arcane spells of the Impray Golem before, except for the Sun Flame Blast. The giant's body was like a sand sculpture soaked in the rain, and it was visibly shrunk and crippled.

"I see. Feng Yinqiu nodded. It is no wonder that the Chairman and the Duke expressed their gratification at the arrival of the High Priestess of the Lost, and for a short time before they entered the complete extinction, the concept of 'death' was embodied in this mortal world, which can be said to be the natural enemy of the necromantic arcane.

The ground shook, and countless corpses poured out like fountains, clinging to the corpse giant, and the corpse giant's body writhed and changed, and it no longer maintained the original appearance of the obese man, but turned into a pile of corpses that kept wriggling like a soft mud monster. The corpses were piled up in caves, large and small, and all sorts of rock fragments were like arrows from crossbows, heading towards the dragon of the dead in the air. At the same time, the human corpses that had been twisted and disorderly together all raised their heads to the sky, opened the mouth of the black hole, and burst out countless gray-white mist with blurred human faces towards several people in the air.

"Is this monster going to fight for its life?" the Sword of Benevolence stood still in the rain of gray mist. The spiritual impact of these Yin Spirits could not bring him the slightest harm.

“... This is the instinctive judgment of the corpse troll, and it seems that the caster has no direct control... Is he afraid that the Fallen will attack him when he defeats this arcane, or is he afraid that I will find out his ......traces?" The Chairman's brow furrowed, looking like a fluffy headdress covering most of his forehead, and his eyes were full of confusion. "Both, please interfere with this monster as much as possible, I cover His Excellency the High Priest, who seems to be pursuing the source of this arcane. ”

"No, Chairman, you say!" shouted the Sword of Benevolence volunteering. "Come and don't be rude, this fat man actually dared to make a move on me just now, and I was about to come to learn how powerful this nine-ring arcane is!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword of benevolence rushed head-on downward. As if to meet him, some of the rocks erupted from the pile of corpses below and suddenly came towards him.

Feng Yinqiu didn't move, still standing in the air in the force field giant looking at the situation around him. Under the powerful qi and blood aura in his body, which far exceeded the limit of human beings, the howling yin spirits around him could not affect him at all. He didn't make a move, because the Yang Flame Explosion emitted by the Kray Golem had already proved that it was impossible to defeat this corpse troll from the material level, this corpse troll was just the external effect of the nine-ring arcane, just like the summoned elemental puppet, the arcane essence would not be destroyed, even if he used the Five Elements Divine Light to turn all the corpses here into nothing, the corpses buried elsewhere would naturally multiply and replenish.

The situation seemed strange to him. The Duke had flown down to join his mages, and the battle seemed to be nothing more than a conflict between Revival and Incre, but the words that the corpse troll kept muttering seemed strange, it seemed like the meaningless chatter of just an intellectually deficient obese man, but someone who could wield the nine-ring arcane, no matter how he looked like a retarded person, couldn't really be. There must be some deeper reason behind such a big fight.

The frowning chairman was undoubtedly aware of this, but if he wanted to delve into anything, he had to wait until after the battle was over. With a wave of his hand, a high-ring arcane force field straddled in front of the Fallen Dragon, and all the rocks flying towards the dragon began to slide in either direction.

The deceased dragon, which had been temporarily protected, did not look very good, its originally dry body withered more and more, and the high priest on his chest almost completely melted into the corpse dragon's body, leaving only a blurred face. This deceased form is actually a prelude to the true extinction of the deceased, and now it seems that this prelude has reached its limit.

The counterattack of the large pile of corpses below also entered a more violent point at this point, and it was no longer just rocks that were thrown up from the pile of corpses, but corpses that were hugged into balls. The corpses of these people and various animals and insects were still wielding their limbs stretched by alienation, desperately trying to grasp anything they touched. This corpse obviously has a fairly strong legal energy, and the force field arcane that is very effective against the rock has no effect on it, but once you get close to the dead dragon, these corpses will quickly decay into ashes.

And for the falling sword of benevolence, none of that mattered.

The speed at which he fell was not fast, his head and feet slipped down in mid-air, and he also set up a fist fight one move at a time, as if he was pondering the exercises in his own practice room, and he ignored any rocks and corpse balls flying over, but those rocks and corpse balls would shatter into fine pieces the moment they touched him, as if these were just some illusions of light and shadow, and they could only be reduced to nothing in front of him in front of the pure reality.

Finally, his fist fight was completed, and the man just fell on top of the huge pile of corpses, and punched out.

Like a powerful falling rock smashing on a very tough and soft jelly, this pile of tens of thousands of corpses rippled violently, and every corpse on it, whether it was a human, an animal or an insect, raised its head high and showed a painful look on its face. All the stones that were thrown at the moment and the gray mist that erupted from the corpse's mouth all stopped, and every limb stretched out by each corpse struggled desperately to shake it desperately, as if it could no longer bear such pain and wanted to be freed from this pile of corpses.

But after only a breath or two, the turmoil subsided, and the pile of corpses suddenly rolled into a large round ball, wrapping the sword of benevolence in the center before it had time to escape.

At this time, the corpse dragon of the Returned Dead in the sky had completely dried up into a skeleton dragon frame, only the darkness in the eye socket was still so deep and quiet, and the voice of the High Priest of the Returned came out of the gap in the skeleton as if nothing: "... The originator of this blasphemous spell was completely unconscious, and he was very careful not to manipulate it after completing it, and all that was left was a pre-made twisted instinct......"

The chairman's brow furrowed even deeper.

“... Now I can only annihilate this arcane and restore peace to these suffering creatures. Your Excellency, I hope that there will be no more such arcane arts from now on, otherwise every deceased will do their best to erase all life-twisting arcane from this world, and even the Arcane Academy will not be able to stop us in the name of studying arcane arts...."With that, only a skeleton corpse dragon turned around and rushed towards the corpse pile below.

The Bone Corpse Dragon began to decay continuously as it rushed downward, and finally rushed into the pile of corpse balls in the form of a handful of rotten bones, and then the pile of corpse balls that were desperately squirming towards the middle suddenly stopped, and then in a second, as if hundreds of years had passed, they quickly decayed and collapsed into ashes.

The ground no longer shook and cracked, no countless corpses poured out, and this nine-ring arcane was completely ended.

"Hahahaha...... It scared me, and I still wanted to compete with this nine-ring arcane, but unfortunately this old man who collected the corpse came to do bad things. Among the ashes, only the Sword of Benevolence laughed, and it seemed that it had no effect on him that the corpse had been wrapped in the interior and pressed inside.

Wind Yinqiu in mid-air didn't care about this, he didn't even look down, but looked in the direction of Oroyusta. He knew that with the combined attack of the Returned and the Sword of Benevolence, it was inevitable that this nine-ring arcane would be defeated, and he was more concerned about the reaction of the chairman. Just as the corpse dragon rushed down, the chairman of the board of directors, who was frowning and thinking about it, shook his body slightly as if he had suddenly discovered something, and then disappeared in place.

At this moment, a faint and subtle throbbing came from the direction of Oroyosta. This feeling is wonderful, not strong, ordinary people can't feel it at all, but in the eyes of those who can feel it, it is a resonance of the whole world and the deeper universe, and the depth is incomparable.

"It's... This is ......" the wind was stunned. He vaguely remembered this feeling, but he didn't expect to meet again in this European continent.

In the distance, the Inclave mages who had withdrawn enough distance were crawling out of the golems one by one, and the first few were embarrassingly telling the Duke about the cause and process of their battle with this nine-ring arcane, and at this time, the Duke obviously sensed this fluctuation, and turned his head to look in the direction of Oroyosta with a stunned expression.

After a few seconds, the Duke seemed to understand something. His expression suddenly became very strange, some were sudden, some seemed to be stunned after watching the most absurd absurd drama, and more were angry after being embarrassed.