The Flame Monarch Blade relied on the special flames of his own blood.

Burned all the angels who stood in the way, and headed for the center of the earthquake.

Corpses, corpses, corpses.

As the Yan Jun Blade advanced all the way, there were only countless corpses except for those blue crystalline creatures.

When the Yan Jun Blade crossed countless corpses to the center of the great earthquake.

The original distorted world has been restored, up and down, left and right, everything has been reversed again.

In the center of the area, a half-male and half-female figure stood there, looking a little sluggish.

The moment he saw that puppet, a great sense of fear filled Yan Jun's heart.

The coercion of heaven and man, the kind of coercion that comes from the life level, overwhelmed the Yanjun Blade.

Yan Jun's whole body instinctively tensed, and the whole person fell to the ground like this, looking at the dark and moonless sky.

If you lose, don't say what the winner is.

In the face of this terrifying coercion, his body couldn't even move, and he couldn't even raise the will to fight.

'Is this what S waits, it's really scary, I'm so arrogant. Looking at the pitch-black sky, Yan Junjian wanted to make a smiling face, but he couldn't.

Yan Junjian wanted to laugh, laughing at his past self, laughing at his arrogant self.

In the face of that kind of monster, humans are a joke, a cold joke.

At this moment, Yan Jun Blade couldn't help but think of what the Soul Blade had said, as well as the decadent and desperate expression of the Soul Blade at that time, giving up some of it.

Yan Jun Blade suddenly understood a little, and he could make a warrior like the Soul Blade look like that.

Maybe it's because the Soul Blade has seen something similar, maybe it's another S-class ability.

Even though I knew that I had lost, although I knew that I had no hope of victory, although I knew what kind of fear I was facing.

But I'm so unwilling, so unwilling.

I am so unwilling to lose before I fight, so I am unwilling that the other party does not care about me.

"How could I become like a soul blade, even if I die, I will definitely not choose to deceive myself and choose to escape like him."

Yan Jun Blade thought back to the current appearance of the Soul Blade, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart.

Little by little, Yan Jun Blade took back control of his body from the majesty of the heavenly man, and stood up again.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no angels in this redistorted area, maybe Yan Jun Blade would have died a long time ago, and he wouldn't have had time to think or have a chance to stand up again.

Yan Junjian looked at the puppet that was still standing there, motionless and half male and half female.

dragged his body, which had not fully recovered, and was still trembling, rushed over.

The moment he stood up again, Yan Junjian knew that the half-male and half-female puppet in front of him had become his fear, his own shadow, and his own inner demon.

There is only one way to overcome this, and that is to rush over and defeat the half-male, half-female puppet.

Even if your body is still trembling, even if you forget how to manipulate the flames, even if you know that you will not win, even if you know that you will die.

But the Yan Jun Blade still rushed over, the pride of the Yan Jun Blade, the blood of the Yan Jun Blade, did not allow the Yan Jun Blade to be afraid.

However, the death calamity attached to this puppet didn't care at all about the Yanjun blade that rushed towards him, or he couldn't care about it.

The Seventh Apostle, the Scourge of Death, is a conglomerated conceptual body formed by the convergence of countless viruses, and has a self and a rational existence.

However, what has now befallen this world is only a part of the calamity of death, and these amounts of viruses are simply not enough to give birth to consciousness.

Theoretically speaking, if the doll is not aware of the calamity of death, then it should be the half-male and half-female doll who controls this power.

However, when capturing this puppet, Zhou Jinjun used his own existence information to pollute the puppet, so that the puppet's incomplete consciousness completely collapsed.

So this leads to the problem that although the calamity of death has come, there is no complete consciousness to control this power.

Now in the consciousness of the catastrophe of death, in addition to the instinct of reproduction and diffusion, all that is left is the fanatical belief in Zhou Jinjun's body.

Although he was unconscious, Zhou Jinjun didn't care, after all, summoning the calamity of death was an impromptu act.

And Zhou Jinjun's purpose in summoning the disaster of death is just to force Luo Zixi to satisfy his revenge.

So for Zhou Jinjun, the catastrophe of death, as long as he brings out the essence of his virus, is enough.

A virus from another world, and it is still a part of the convergence of a certain virus concept, once it spreads, with the current ability of this world, it is estimated that it will not be possible to develop a corresponding drug.

As long as Luo Zixi is reluctant to let Ling Miao, Lu Xiao and others die, he will definitely stay and find a way to solve the disaster of death.

As long as Luo Zixi faces the catastrophe of death, Zhou Jinjun's goal will be achieved.

However, because there is no specific self-consciousness, although the disaster of death has been coming for so long, there is no concrete action.

But the absence of specific actions does not mean that the disaster of death has no instinctive action, driven by the instinct of reproduction, the virus of the disaster of death has long been spread in this area.

When the Yanjun Blade stepped into this area, he was already infected with the virus of the Death Calamity.

If it weren't for the calamity of death, a mother body would be needed to spread the warm and nourishing virus, and it was estimated that the Yanjun Blade would have died under the virus the moment he stepped into this space.

Although Yan Jun Blade did not die, the moment Yan Jun Blade raised his hostility to the death calamity, the disease still attacked.

High fever, weakness, cough, and pain instantly made Yan Junjian fall down again.

After falling again, the Yanjun Blade was about to despair.

One person, no, two people, a teenager, rushed into the area with a woman on their backs.

Yan Jun Blade could easily sense the situation of these two people.

If the young man's spiritual ability is absent, and the woman's spiritual ability is only B-class.

"Hey, the one over there, help me get a way, we need a chance."

The young man, looking at the Yanjun Blade who had fallen to the ground, said in a familiar tone.

Listening to the young man's words, Yan Junjian inexplicably had a strange feeling that he might want to give it a try.

Since there are still people fighting side by side with him, since there are still people who need him, how can he show such weakness.

Flames came out of the body of the Flame Monarch Blade again, and since he had forgotten how to use the flames, let himself be the flames.

At this time, one hour and fifty-five minutes had passed since the apostle's coming.