Purple Electric panicked.

Wind and thunder.

The huge ring of thunder and lightning suddenly contracted under the cheers of the feathers in the wind.

Suddenly, it turned into a translucent blazing white mirror and appeared above Ren Buyi's head.

On the unusually smooth mirror surface, it seems that the waves are calm, but when you look closely, there are countless blazing currents rushing and lingering.

In the midst of the purple mang, a purple thunderbolt suddenly gushed out, smashing towards Ren Buyi and smashing it head.

"Crackle!"

With a crisp crackling sound, the figure was slammed hard.

But Kazama's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The blackened figure quickly dissipated into the silver pupils.

And not far from the figure, an old figure slowly emerged.

It's just that the figure hasn't fully appeared, and another purple thunderbolt can't wait to fall.

In the "crackling" sound, there was also a scorched black.

Accompanied, re-emerged, ghostly figure.

"Crackle! Mutter! Crash! Rumble! ”

Thunder, afterimage.

The afterimage seems to be endless, and the thunder is also like a shadow.

The vague chant was rapid and mysterious, and even the ripples that spread out from under the cloak became more and more urgent.

However, no matter how fierce the thunder and lightning were, no matter how swift the purple rays were, the old figure was always like a phantom, erratic, and difficult to catch up with the slightest.

Then, as if he was finally tired of playing, Ren Buyi suddenly paused.

With a flick of his palm, a strange staff engraved with skeletons floated in his hand.

The turquoise glow, the chill seeping through.

Even though he was far away, Kazama could still clearly feel the strong resentment from that staff.

The lifelike skulls seem to be condensed by the deepest grievances of mankind.

Weird, cold, with a disgusting evil aura.

But Ren is not easy, obviously he doesn't care about this.

Rather, he enjoyed it.

With a look of pity, he brushed the staff with a loving face, and when he looked up, the green light flashed.

"A Thousand Shadows of the Netherworld: Soul Recovery!"

Shadow, and spread.

Almost as if the process of diffusion was omitted, the faint green figures were densely distributed in the entire arena space.

There were no feet, no hands, only the pale faces and empty eyes, and the looming beast ears.

Obviously, these souls were not only enslaved during their lifetime, but they could not even rest in peace after death.

The brilliance fluctuated violently, just like the heart of Kazama's feathers.

The four-colored clouds, which were originally slowly pressing, suddenly collapsed, as if they were thousands of blue waves, pouring into the arena in an instant.

There was a strange light that swam along every green figure.

Suddenly, an extremely complex three-dimensional grid was formed, enveloping the huge arena in its entirety.

A voice of pathos like a cry quickly spread, and in the blink of an eye, from that faint green figure, it permeated every corner of the arena.

The sound of crashing waves.

The sound of a whirring wind.

There are also the fierce flames and the labyrinthine earthen walls that isolate the entire space.

It is as beautiful as the origin of the world, but it is as desolate as the end of the world.

It shouldn't have existed, but it was helplessly, and it was indeed opened in front of everyone's eyes.

The four elements, wind, fire, water, earth, and the four elements, turned into four calamities, and sloped straight down.

Like the hand of heaven and earth, it pours the world.

This is the power that a true elementalist possesses.

After all, I am just a false god, so I will eventually bear this sinful karma.

The heart is dazed, as if it is an empty hole.

But what can fill this hole is ......

Kazama raised his feathers, slowly opened his eyes, and then, he saw the figure.

The figure standing high in the sky, looking down on all beings.

And the stunned lonely figure living below it is......

Thinking is useless.

The golden light shone in an instant, and rushed fiercely towards the earthen wall that had not yet been completely erected.

It seemed to be about to go over the earthen wall and stab towards the figure above the heavenly dome.

However, it was too late, already, completely too late.

The four-colored clouds had already completely collapsed, and the fortress-like four-colored labyrinth had finally been completely built at this moment.

"Boom!"

The golden light slammed down on the earthen wall that rose from the ground.

Immediately, it flew back.

At the same time, the light mirror, which was constantly releasing thunder and lightning, suddenly shattered in a crisp "cluck, click".

The orcs, completely cut apart by the earthen wall, fell one after another, falling to the ground on their backs.

Then, before they could get up, their limbs were silently cut apart, by the ethereal, invisible, wind-bladed.

At the same time, the blazing flames, as if rolling down from the top of the mountain of flames, rolled down into the arena with a loud "rumbling" sound.

For a while, the screams continued again and again, and then turned into a death-like silence.

Only the flying ash in the sky, as proof of their existence, slowly drifted away.

Kazama raised his eyebrows, and in his eyes, there was a raging rage rushing and rushing.

However, before he could make any movements, his chest slumped.

Palm.

A withered palm, just like that, plunged straight into his chest.

Through the skin, through the sternum, through the diaphragm, to the heart.

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

There was a clear heartbeat, coming from the cracked chest and reaching the sharp fingertips.

The silver eyes suddenly glared at the boss, and he lowered his head in disbelief.

Then he saw the old face, almost distorted.

"The old man hates traitors the most in his life, especially a traitor like you who is handsome but not good at being an old man."

In the midst of the cruel laughter, the palm of the hand was suddenly forced.

Followed by......

Stagnant.

Ren is not easy, and looks at the smile in front of him with a stunned face.

Looking at it, it passed away.

Kazama raised his feathers, gently clapped his palm, and retreated backwards.

The heart, which had disappeared, slipped out of the side with a "poof".

At the same time, the chest that had been pierced also began to heal strangely.

It's not so much that time is sped up, it's better to say that time is turned back.

Wounds, which were almost impossible to heal, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although it is weaker than the inherent body, and the speed and strength are far inferior to the real body, this kind of body temporarily put together by the power of the person is also beneficial.

Kazama raised his feather, thinking like this, Leng Buyan had already woken up, and in a flash, his figure was attached to him.

The corners of his mouth recurred into a cruel smile.

Ren is not easy to decisively learn the lesson of the last time, and he doesn't talk nonsense, his five fingers become claws, and he prints straight forward.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

In the huge shock wave, the old figure retreated violently.

It took dozens of clicks in the void to stop it.

A pair of gloomy eyes looked towards Kazama for a moment.

Or, more precisely, towards Kazama's side.

"Soul Hunting Array...... Unexpectedly, you have already lost your heart to this point, and it seems that Yu Yiren should have handled your affairs a long time ago......"

In the wind, there was a slight sigh.

An afterimage quickly materialized, and finally turned into a burly body, standing with his hands in his hands.

"Ahem...... Dispose? Since you came back from the Abyss three years ago, you don't have the strength to deal with the old man anymore, right? ”

Covering his mouth and coughing violently, Ren Bu glanced at his palm slightly, and then raised his head casually.

And in front of his eyes, the heroic smile was slightly retracted.

In the eyes of the tiger without shadow, a trace of imperceptible sadness quietly flashed.

"Sure enough, is it the bureau you set up?"

"We just took advantage of that opportunity, at that time, the homesickness was not extinguished, the Gu Cangji couple was still alive, and the old man had a talent that had passed through the heavens and latitudes, but it was difficult to display it. However, today, it is no longer as good as in the past, old man, but I have been looking forward to it for a long time. ”

Saying this, Ren Buyi's rickety figure suddenly straightened up quickly, and there was even a hint of pride in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Haha, what a longitudinal latitude and earth, I want to see how high you are in this day, how wide your land is, and whether it can accommodate one person, king, one, one, Tao!!"

Word by word, like thunder.

The light, the crimson light, shone in an instant.

There is no beginning, no end, no boundless.

But again, silently.

The wind began to howl.

flame, began to roll over.

The raging current, as if it had finally found its target, rushed straight towards the huge red light that came out of nowhere.

The labyrinthine earthen wall turned into a long stream of sand and dust, enveloping it down.

However, to no avail.

It's like a piece of paper, thrown into the ocean.

Whether it is wind and fire, water and soil, in the end, it is just a too gorgeous ashes.

The clouds began to stir.

fog, began to converge.

And in the mist, what slowly appeared was the still weird, dark green figure.

Accompanied, like hell itself, howling.

"Soul Hunt: Nightmare!"

The faint green light suddenly burst into flames.

The original dotted figures condensed and condensed into a huge, hideous grimace.

Shrinking, struggling, screaming, twisting...... Finally, it finally roared out.

Straight up, rushing towards the burly figure standing proudly.

But the figure didn't even move.

Between his hands, the huge red mang, which originally filled the entire space, suddenly converged.

In an instant, it converged into the burly body.

"Heaven and Earth Split, One Sword Shura!"

At that moment, time seemed to stop.

Immediately, the flow resumes.

The light is scattered.

Shadow, scattered.

The clouds and grimaces that had filled the space also dispersed.

Between heaven and earth, there are only two staring figures left.

Motionless, standing against the wind.

In the wind, there was a faint amount of blood spreading.

In an instant, it turned into a touch of red and sprayed out.

The two figures stumbled one by one, each falling backwards.

Straight down into the audience.

Ren Buyi's face was pale, his chest rose and fell violently, and his already rickety figure became even more rickety.

But the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of victory.

Looking up, he stared straight into the air.

There, a tall black and shiny figure slowly emerged.

The eagle's eyes swept across the room, looking straight towards the Wangui maniac below.

"Your Majesty, Weichen is late, please forgive me."

Obviously, it was a respectful word, but with a wolf-like indifference.

Wan Gui was crazy, shook his head slowly, raised his head, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a chuckle.

In his eyes, a glimmer of joy and sorrow flashed.

"Waiting for the opportunity to move, one blow will kill, worthy of the 'Scorpion of Hell', thick martial arts."