Boom -

The Rope of Death continues to expand in the sky and the earth, and although there is a blazing light that does not stop purifying, it cannot prevent the Death Cord from infecting the sea.

They are like water snakes, entwining and devouring the Mother Tree of Life in the dim shadows.

Gradually, the layers of death cords tightly bound the withered branches of the Mother Tree of Life, as if strangled a person's neck, suffocating people.

Under the tremendous tension, these perforated branches could no longer hold on.

The massive trunk of the tree broke and collapsed, and the long-decaying canopy above it was no longer strengthened, and fell into the black sea with a thud.

The creaking sound sounded at Princess Cynthia's feet, as if it were the last mourning sound of life.

An elf shouted.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that the ancient tree of life is about to fall?" The voice of the elven maid was full of mourning, like mourning.

"Sithel, we have no other way, the Mother Tree of Life has come to an end, if not, we will all die." Cynthia's voice trembled slightly, but her tone was extremely firm.

"But, like this, the princess, you will die." Siasil and the rest of the maids were already weeping.

"Princess, we will protect your safety even if we die."

"Hehe, although this ancient ship requires me to sacrifice its vitality, it may not necessarily kill me completely, perhaps, soon the army of our elven clan will come."

The gigantic Ancient Tree of Life has finally begun to fall.

Although there were still wisps of vitality on the ancient trees, more of them were covered by locust-like black death power.

If you can see the structure of the entire ancient tree, you will find that the branches of the whole tree are full of wormhole-like holes from the inside out, from the huge root system to the canopy hundreds of feet high. Rusty.

The sea of death swelled like a tidal wave, though the elves struggled with all their might. But as the canopy slowly dips into the water, they don't even have a place to stand.

They jumped in terror on the foliage that were exposed to the sea, and even forgot to baptize the light to stop the ravens and wraiths.

The rope of death has finally become large, and it will fall overwhelmingly, obviously trying to catch them all.

The screams of the wraiths were heard endlessly.

The raven's black wings vibrated constantly. obscured the sky over the canopy.

The gloom is overcast.

Black spikes splintered from their wings and turned into a black, glowing blade, cutting and spinning through the air.

They are a natural ability of the Raven, similar to the Shadow Blade, though much less powerful than the Shadow Blade.

And each crow can not send out many flying spikes, that is, a dozen or twenty. However, don't forget that there are enough crows here, in the thousands, one after another.

This time. It was countless flying thorns that bitten Princess Cynthia like gnats.

The flying spikes were like layers of black dense rain, pouring down, enveloping this space, impermeable.

The lethality of these flying thorns is not strong, that is, it is like the bite of a wild beast, but when the bite of a wild beast spreads all over every muscle and skin of the body, then this bite is no longer a simple bite. It's a kind of horror.

The black rope of death weaves a web of heaven and earth, and the flying thorns are as dense as a torrential rain.

and gradually falling into the sea of death. The mother tree of life is no longer what it is.

The eyes of the elven female guards were completely desperate, and even if they were able to grow wings at this moment, I am afraid that there would be nowhere to escape.

A black, shiny raven showed its face behind the many ravens, each dry bone seemed to shine brightly, and even a green flame burned in every rib, and the inside of the small skull. The flames in the two eyeholes are particularly deep, as if they can reflect the human mind.

It was the manifestation of the fire of its soul.

This is the advanced level of the Raven, and its soul fire has been condensed into substance, and it belongs to the eighth-order dead creatures. is the king of many crows, Jill, and a high-level hand specially created by Merkel among the many cannon fodder. And what this guy did was clearly the same that satisfied Merkel.

Watching several elves struggle in the shackles of death, desperately resisting the dense flying spikes, covered with fine wounds.

Obviously, at this moment, as the leader, it thinks that it can already reap the fruits of victory.

"Jill, our mission is finally over, haha, the soul of the elves is a delicacy in the world, hehe, don't mind if I get a piece of the pie." An ugly, pitted face peeked out from beneath the surface of the sea, this guy's head was huge, but its body was extremely small, and it felt a little top-heavy.

His body was constantly changing, like a chemical agent that was changing rapidly, the color of his body was constantly changing like a cloud, thick and light, and the muscles of his face were constantly twisting, as if there were countless worms at work in it.

Although this guy is ugly, however, his aura is even more powerful, reaching the peak of the eighth level, and he is about to break through the ninth level.

"Hook, you're willing to show your face. Hehe, these elves are very powerful, although the number is a little small, but all of them are elites, hehe, as long as we devour them, we may be able to move up a rank again. ”

"Let's discuss how to distribute these souls afterwards."

"I think it's still the old rule, see whose hand is fast, and whoever grabs it is counted."

"Okay, that's it. Hehe, I'm very optimistic about that elf princess, definitely the purest soul, stronger than the rest of the elves combined, as long as I devour her, it can definitely make me go further. I'm determined to win her. ”

"I'm not going to be modest. Let's go our separate ways. Hook's non-human face kept swelling, and his hideous features kept squirming, how ugly and ugly it was.

The two undead still did not move forward, but waited quietly in the air, watching as Black Pressed Men surrounded the elven guards and Princess Cynthia into a hive. They are like wolves hunting, trying to make the most vicious pounce at the crucial moment.

However, the shiny shell that Princess Cynthia held in her hand was finally completely activated.

Boom, boom, the sky-high holy light suddenly descended and shrouded the original location of the entire ancient tree of life, this light was blazing and surging, like the red sun in the sky suddenly descended on the world, and the scorching heat and purifying power exploded.

Purifying light covered the surrounding dozens of feet.

Whether it was the fluttering crow or the void spirit, at this moment, in this corner, they were all fixed by the illuminated holy light, and the whole world seemed to be still at this moment.

However, a surprising scene emerged.

Wherever the Holy Light reached, countless resentful spirits and crows turned to ashes, and the entire sky and sea were empty and white, empty, and there was not even a trace of the power of death.

The sky is clear.

In the same place, a huge white ancient ship suddenly appeared, ancient vicissitudes, with endless desolation. (To be continued.) )