"Ahh

Zheng Xiao couldn't help but sigh. Nowadays, who still pays attention to the light cocoon, that is, the change of the sacred space, is not a clear-eyed person? The details of the changes in it really can't be hidden.

Knowing that An Weng pitted him lightly, but the position of the same religion was there, and he unconsciously deviated from it. He is the chief priest of the oath, and he is proficient in the scriptures, and he knows how valuable the "sacred space" represented by the light cocoon is.

When they set up the Celestial Evolution Realm before, the peripheral magic arrays were similar in shape, but when they studied it carefully, they were just a patchwork imitation of machinery. Today's "sacred space" is a realm that has been spontaneously achieved by sacred relics after achieving a delicate balance.

When the sacred space is erected, the substrate of balance, whether chaos or order, will become a sacrifice for replacement, a ladder into the transcendent realm.

This is really a "one-step transcendent" road to heaven!

The Order regards the sacred space as the mother body that gives birth to the Holy Spirit, and as long as the sacrifices on the balance of truth are worth the consumption, he is a "transcendent species" who can also incarnate out of thin air. At the very least, the first sacrifice of each generation has been achieved through the "Great Replacement" of the sacred space, representing the blessing and supreme authority of the holy relics.

It is with this incredible power that the Order of Justice has been able to maintain a steady increase in the number of high-ranking powerhouses for forty years, and spread its teachings around the world, becoming one of the three secret orders.

Zheng Xiao pondered, An Weng's body is now completely destroyed, and he is in charge of this technique, and seven or eight times out of ten is to reshape the body for his soul, that is, the so-called body of the Holy Spirit, which is also the most frequent use of the "Great Replacement".

If it succeeds, the Order will add another transcendent species, and the price paid tonight will be terrible, but it will still be worth it. But now there are flaws and problems at the root, even if the body is successfully shaped, the so-called "extraordinary" can no longer be mentioned, which can be described as a big loss.

The withering of the branches continues, and even if a considerable part of it is still growing, to make up for the vacancy, the phenomenon of withering and growing together cannot be eliminated in a short period of time.

What's even more fatal is that after such a delay, Ouyang Chen has already broken through the last obstacle of the Pillar of Shadows and stood outside the light cocoon, within reach.

Although the sacred space is infinitely useful, it has never been a strong barrier, and it cannot withstand the attack of a transcendent species no matter what.

Zheng Xiao closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Ann Wong, are you there?" Wonderful greetings, inexplicably sounded.

Zheng Xiao opened his eyes in amazement, only to see Ouyang Chen standing outside the light cocoon, reaching out and gently tapping the light cocoon shell, like a guest who came to visit, polite and polite, although the voice was louder, hundreds of meters away, it was still clearly recognizable.

There was silence in the light cocoon, and there was no response.

Seeing this, Ouyang Chen groaned again, and the fingers he had just tapped were pressurized, pressing the outer layer of the light cocoon. As the strength increases, the shell of the light cocoon sinks significantly, and the texture is obvious, looking like a raw egg that has been peeled off and left behind, and it can be pierced with a finger at any time with light.

After all, the sacred space is not a raw egg, and under the external stimulus, its feedback is beyond everyone's expectations.

The light cocoon twitched and beat like a living thing, like a huge heart, and the "branch blood vessels" inside broke through the wall and spread in all directions. The shadows that had already disappeared gathered from the periphery and came into contact with the blood vessels of the branches, as if they had been injected with raw blood, instantly activated, and pounced on them layer upon layer, covering the light cocoon and making it retreat deeper into the shadows.

At the same time, the logic world rumbled violently, and the shadow pillar that smashed into the stratum was uplifted and shrunk upward, and the dark clouds and fog churned like waves, rushing to the face, making people feel stuffy.

"So?" Zheng Xiao was a little stunned, and other thoughts came up to him in his heart, "Wrong! It's not about shaping the body of the Holy Spirit at all, it's about repeating what we've done before, and he's going to control, control ......"

Just like controlling the human-faced spider, An Weng clearly wants to use the power of the shadow giant pillar, and even the demons behind the scenes, as the carrier of his soul to reside, to achieve complete control!

However, the consequences of Ronan's escape are emerging.

The thunder exploded, and it was the roar of the demons behind the shadows. Ronan didn't reverse An Weng's direction, but the instantaneous change caused reduced the upper limit of An Weng's control.

The shadow pillar was half-pulled up and cracked, and a dark cloud of shadows filled the entire logical world on all sides.

No one can dodge, and what's the difference between that and being hit by a demon?

Zheng Xiao's face turned blue, and he mustered up the last bit of strength, instantly issued a spell, and erected a transparent shield outside his body. Blocked the first wave of shadow cloud erosion.

But not everyone is as lucky as him, the priests and knights of the Sect on the rooftops of each building, under the cover of black mist, are like being burned by poisonous fire, and a dark flame ignites in an instant, and after a few breaths, it will be burned to ashes.

These people died unjustly, but they were shocked and comatose before, and after all, they did not suffer much. The most tragic were a few sacrificial knights.

The impact and ablation of the shadow clouds were not enough, and what they were facing was no longer an external threat, but a shackle that had been rooted in the depths of the form and god over the years.

They were the carriers of the mana of several presiding priests, and this was also the source of their power. Now the power of Ann is blessing them through this channel—the kind that is completely out of control. The power of the demon riot is far beyond the limit of what they can bear.

In the muffled explosion, in the corner of the building, filthy blood flowers exploded, and several sacrificial knights burst one after another, and at this point, the elite of the Justice Order in Summer City was almost swept away.

After six muffled explosions in a row, outside Building A, Ba Ze, who was about to climb onto the rooftop, suddenly froze, his strong body swelled again, and his skeletal muscles squeaked and rattled.

He staggered to the ruins of the collapsed rooftop. It looked like it was going to explode at any moment, but after all, it was able to survive with a strong talent and physical strength that far surpassed that of other sacrificial knights.

Ba Ze tried to open his mouth, his originally bright white teeth were already soaked in blood, and he roared in a dumb voice:

"Child!"

Standing on the other side of the building, Childe turned around when he heard the sound, Baze's eyes were about to protrude from his sockets, and he was already semi-blind, but he still miraculously locked Child's position, and with another roar, he rushed up.

With only two steps, Baze crossed a distance of tens of meters and threw a punch. The already dim mercury light splattered, the shield of truth was shattered with a single blow, and Child's majestic body was blasted off the ground, and Bazze pursued it at a faster speed, and it was a continuous bombardment of heavy punches.

"Die, die, die, die!"

There was no killing intent in the roar, only the extreme venting of pain, and later, he simply tore through all the covers: "Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me!" Kill me! ”

The twisted tendons swam through Bazard's body like a living snake, bringing him great strength and imprinting pain and despair into him.

Baze knew that he would die, and he only wanted to die, a death that would at least give him some dignity!