Mo Xiaojing swayed like duckweed in the wind in the tide of attacks, and all the attacks passed by him by a fraction of a second. [with _ dream]ā

He doesn't take the impact of the tide like a reef, but every spray that passes through him irresistibly turns into a fragmented splash.

He didn't use the ice blue greatsword that he had been carrying behind his back, and he didn't even say that his hands were still empty.

But no one can deny that he is killing with incredibly high efficiency.

Ge Sheng listened to the constant sound of blood rushing to the ground in front of him, unable to imagine what was happening in front of him.

As the first rays of light slowly cast across the sky, the polar night brought about by the eclipse finally passed.

The monster launched an all-out attack at the arrival of the polar night, and this suffocating darkness lasted only two quarters of an hour.

However, in Gesheng's senses, this period was the longest period of his life.

The endless attacks, the endless killings, and the complete end in sight, so that when the dawn came out again that day, Ge Sheng's heart did not fluctuate at all.

It turns out that the sky will still be bright.

Then Ge Sheng looked in front of him.

At that moment, Ge Sheng really stopped breathing.

Mo Xiaojing.

What did Mo Xiaojing do?

When the people on the ice gorge looked down, they were as indifferent as Shi Feng, as calm as Qixia, and even Ao Xuehua frowned slightly.

Mo Xiaojing stood on top of the corpse.

At his feet were the corpses of demonic beasts, and the severed limbs and stumps filled the entire canyon to the point that they were two feet above the ground, forming a cruel city wall.

No one knows exactly how many Demonic Beasts he killed, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that he killed all the Demonic Beasts that dared to come to him.

The river of blood flowing under his feet had turned into a glacier, but this white-clothed young man, his whole body was not stained with the slightest blood, his expression was indifferent, and then he slowly retracted his ten fingers.

Ten incomparably slender and sharp long threads were quickly drawn from the ice wall, and with a slight sound of breaking the air, they returned to Mo Xiaojing's hands.

He used these threads as his weapon.

Leaving aside how he was able to possess such a sharp and tough silk thread, or how he could use such a rare blade so skillfully, the results of the battle were beyond one's imagination.

In the darkness, what was once his worst enemy became his greatest ally.

The most fearless army has become their biggest weakness.

He swung his shaft in the darkness, and countless corpses were easily cut into pieces and fell heavily into the snow and ice.

Precisely because there was no Demon Beast backing down, he could easily continue his slaughter.

Not only did he use the words he said to Ge Sheng, but no one used them better than him.

He uses the most suitable weapons and adopts the best strategy, so that his own strength becomes inconsequential.

The corpse at his feet is the best evidence of him.

In the depths of the mountains, a low thunderclap slowly sounded.

Even Rodriguez didn't expect that the existence that he originally regarded as just an ant would actually block the attack of those demonic beasts and cause such terrifying damage.

Even if those monsters were cheap shepherds for him, the shepherd would not send these lambs to a senseless death so in vain.

"I'm sorry, Privy of the Revenant." Mo Xiaojing looked at Neigu and said with a smile.

His smile is calm, not proud, not ostentatious.

That — I just did what I had to do, and sometimes it was the most infuriating.

"Your minions seem to be useless."

Rodriguez was silent for a moment, then his deep, hoarse voice slowly echoed through the valley, like a thunderous roar: "Wonderful provocateur, you have made me want to know where your limits are. “

"Savoring human suffering is undoubtedly the most delicious thing in this world, and making an existence like you miserable and desperate is simply a rare delicacy in the world, and since you work so hard, I will give you the value of desperate life."

"I give you a day and a night to prove your existence, and if before that you fail in despair and give up, then allow me to take your vibrant souls."

"When the deadline comes, if you can still persevere, then you will be given the supreme favor."

"I will personally pluck you and make you a powerful existence that you have never dreamed of."

Ao Xuehua listened to the declaration of the former strongest person in the world, and frowned subtly.

But in the end, she didn't say a word.

Mo Xiaojing listened calmly, and then sketched a slight smile.

He bent down in the void, then tapped his index finger lightly on the mountain of corpses at his feet.

The corpses of those demonic beasts that were killed by the silk thread and then frozen by the cold were filled with an incomparably heavy breath of death.

Then, Mo Xiaojing's index finger slowly revealed a little bright spark.

The spark slowly fell like a dandelion, and then the huge mountain of corpses began to rise with dazzling brilliance.

It's as if a torch ignites a huge stack of wood.

Qixia sighed, "I never knew that our elders could be so public. “

Lan Che nodded slowly, and said with difficulty: "Death Curse." “

Death Curse.

The ancient sacrificial spell, because it had almost no practical value and was extremely draining of the original power, was not widely circulated since its birth, and only the most knowledgeable scholars and those who had passed down the sacrificial power for generations could master this spell.

And the principle of this spell is burning—a kind of burning that is beyond the norm.

It quickly and directly transforms the corpse into the first light and water, and the resulting enormous energy is used to release the soul.

In this way, it is understandable why it is a sacrificial spell.

This spell will untie the shackles of ** by burning the corpses of the deceased, and directly burn the contracts and spells that are directly imprinted on the soul.

This is the afterlife.

Mo Xiaojing's move not only destroyed the powerful body of the demonic beast, but even the soul of Feiyi was directly and completely released, which was equivalent to cutting off all the means for Rodriguez to control them.

In terms of provocation alone, there is no more hateful means of provocation.

Watching the corpses under his feet slowly turn into light butterflies and dissipate, Mo Xiaojing still looked ahead with a smile.

He calmly recited the final incantation.

"In the past life, all are dust. The soul is immortal, and you return to yourself. “

As this last eulogy was twisted out, Mo Xiaojing's body had turned into a sea of light, countless white pieces of light flew up, swirling and rising in the air, Mo Xiaojing stood in the dancing group of light butterflies, calmly staring into the distance: "Even if I do this?" “

Rodriguez laughed loudly, hoarsely.

"Even if you do."

Mo Xiaojing nodded.

He pulled out the ice-blue greatsword behind his back and looked at the army of demonic beasts that were stationary in front of him.

"Assiguya."