Time flies.

In the bronze ancient hall, everyone paid attention to the changes in the outside world while guarding Queen Kesiya.

The light cocoon of the resurrection technique is getting stronger and stronger. Her Majesty's face became a little bleak, her ageless face was constantly oozing with sweat at the moment, and her smooth skin began to become a little obscure, tired and bloody, which made her look pale. Apparently, the resurrection technique had overdrained her spirit and magic.

Her hands were still strong, and the magic power kept pouring into the artifact scepter in her hand. She is trying to resurrect her dead people.

The scepter of life is as green as blue, and its whole body has become extremely transparent. Like the purest jadeite.

A green curtain of light enveloped her graceful body and the exorcism of the three elven elders.

In the light curtain is simply a green world, full of life and vitality.

The branches and vines above the scepter swaggered incessantly, and intricate threads of energy continued to pour into the cocoon of light. Breathe the source of life into the dead elven elders, once again condense their spirits and restore their vitality.

It's a painstaking process. It is a challenge to death, a summoning of a soul from the underworld, and the magic and price it needs to pay are unimaginable.

Most importantly, this matter is against the laws of fate, and it needs to be resisted by the passage of time. If you want to resurrect a professional, you generally need to be at least one rank higher than the resurrected.

Of course, the greater the difference in strength, the smaller the backlash will be, and the more insignificant and easy it will be to resist the consequences.

And Queen Kesya's strength is much stronger than these elders, but the rank is the same. What's more, this is to resurrect three sub-god powerhouses of the same rank with his own strength. If it weren't for the artifact-level staff of the Life Scepter in his hand. I'm afraid that just triggering this resurrection ritual will be enough to kill Her Majesty. However, the current situation also looks very bad. Although nine out of ten of the backlash was received by the Scepter of Life, the remaining ten percent was enough to make her suffer a heavy blow.

It's a bizarre passage.

Her Majesty pressed forward, her spirit flying through the air, her endless life force echoing her, transforming into her wings and assistants, the spirit of the artifact scepter, a miniature version of the tree of life attached to her, green branches growing in all directions. Powerful vibrations shield the ubiquitous power of time from the channel.

The passage is filled with bizarre scenes and images.

Everything they had previously experienced in the Sea of Death space was revealed here.

The bronze hall erupted, and infinite arrows of light and white chains pierced the black seawater, firmly holding the black skull's body in place.

This is a bondage skill at the level of the gods of the gods. It is an attack spell that comes with the palace-style artifact of the Bronze Ancient Palace, burning a huge amount of energy in exchange for great power, forming a powerful shackle that binds the enemy firmly, thus creating an opportunity for a fatal blow.

And with this opportunity, the Bronze Ancient Hall rushed towards it without hesitation.

This is the final decisive blow of terror.

Gatlin hissed. Mobilizing all the forces and directing the ancient hall in his hand to charge forward, this is the best time to kill Merkel, if this time misses. Then they must face a desperate hunt.

Fatal Impact.

A blow of hysteria.

This is with the help of the solidity of the bronze ancient hall, burning a large number of spars, sending out a deadly impact. Directly knock enemies into ashes.

The blow was earth-shattering and incomprehensible. Everywhere the ancient hall passed, the power of the god of death was torn into the tiniest particles. A death passage appeared directly in front of Merkel's eyes.

In the ancient hall, Gatling, Gander, Kosya herself, and the elves all had victorious comforts on their faces.

In the light and shadow, Merkel struggled desperately in the light arrows and chains, but no matter how hard it tried, it could no longer teleport with the help of the black power of death, and her body could only be sadly fixed in place.

He shouted loudly, and the soul fire continued to rise and fall, becoming extremely unstable.

"No, I can't die, damn it, the power of Godhead, explode for me."

A small, black diamond-like nucleus swirled abruptly out of his black skull, suddenly growing larger. The diamond swirled like the eye of the wind, sweeping through all the power of death around it, gathering around it, black as ink. It spun and turned into a giant shield.

His soul fire burned, and his spiritual power poured into this godhead.

The giant shield is getting bigger and bigger. The color is also getting darker and deeper.

Bang.

The ancient temple and the giant shield collided.

Everything becomes disordered, concussive.

Ke Siya's gaze became sharp.

Black world, boiling waters.

Explosions, tears, monstrous waves swept through everything.

I can't see the ancient hall, I can't see the black skull, and I can't see the strange godhead. Everything exceeded their expectations.

And yet, at this very moment. An ancient ship suddenly appeared, and the sea exploded again.

"The Ancient Ship of Life, this is Cynthia's talisman treasure." Queen Ke Siya screamed in surprise, because she saw the green and verdant ancient ship, the familiar deck, the familiar sideboard, and the dozen or so female guards of the elven clan on the ancient ship.

In this chaotic world, the ancient ship is full of verdant green, and everything is so clear and warm.

But the next moment, Queen Kosya's spirit suddenly ached, because there was no Cynthia on the ancient ship, which made her sad and nervous.

"What about Cynthia? Why did the ancient ship come here, and how is this possible? This is a forbidden place, this ancient ship is an artifact, how did she urge it, is it a sacrifice of life, no-"

And in the midst of her screams of pain, the impact had already happened again.

The skeleton, along with the shield of the Godhead in front of him, shattered with a single blow from the impact of the spinning ancient ship. Although the godhead is strong, how can it withstand the impact of the second artifact? And such a collision will undoubtedly come at a price, in the light and shadow, the deck and side of the ancient ship also cracked at the same time, and fragments of giant trees were constantly blown apart.

"No, my children—" Kosya was heartbroken, and the bodies of a dozen or so female guards on the deck flew up, torn apart in pain, and their souls scattered. She tried to grab them with her hands, but to no avail, their spirits were not under her control. Because, this time I went back to the past, not to save their souls, and the queen's spell was ineffective against them.

Although the Ancient Ship of Life is also an artifact, it is not a pure defensive artifact after all, and it is not very strong in itself, it is just a large transportation vehicle, used for space shuttle and movement, and when the protective shield is not unfolded, it is a little fragile. What's more, its strength has dropped too much. And it was only an eighth-level professional who urged it. Although Princess Cynthia sacrificed her life and devoured some of the fruits of life, it could not change her tragic fate.

The ancient ship shattered, the godhead crumbled, and the skeleton of the black skeleton shattered inch by inch.

The earth shook, the spatial barrier shattered, cracks appeared out of thin air, and the rolling power of death rushed towards the spatial cracks.

And in this collision, a large green hand suddenly appeared from the wreckage of the ancient ship, and instantly swept away all the fragments of the godhead.

This big hand came abruptly, and it went even more weirdly.

However, this is not all, a black shadow danced in the remains of the black skeleton. (To be continued.) )