"Why are you struggling?"

The Pharaoh turned his gaze out of the window, which was now pitch black, the great bloody remnant sun had sunk below the horizon, and the cold night had now covered every inch of the crimson swamp. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I feel like I want to struggle, can you do it, do you think I'm willing to talk nonsense with you?

Ma Xiaokang rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and his eyes kept roaming the entire lobby, looking for the reason for the blood rain. The Earth Rakshasas, Liuli, and the three-headed alchemist frantically bombarded the emaciated figure of the throne in front of them, but they were all blocked by an invisible light curtain - he knew that if it weren't for the Earth Rakshasa and the others harassing him, he would probably have been swallowed up by the Pharaoh's monstrous soul power.

"You don't seem to care about your resurrection?"

For a moment, after it was true that there was no vision in the lobby, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, if the blood rain was not produced through the mysterious power of the pyramid, then there was only one possibility - the only person who caused this end time was the expressionless pharaoh on the throne. The question is, can an S+-class viral creature really achieve this level of havoc? In his cognition, even if the peak reincarnation uses the law, it is difficult for the world to fall into such a tragic situation, right?

"Resurrection?" Pharaoh held his cheeks, stunned for a moment, and then asked, "I have never died, so how can I be resurrected?" ”

It means that you are the BT version of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, right? Ma Xiaokang secretly slandered, and his eyes became more and more cold. The partners outside are buying time for him, and he has no time to talk nonsense with this wooden girl, since the Pharaoh doesn't get in with the oil, let's just kill her and send her back to the main god space. He didn't believe that after killing the boss of Doomsday Mission 2, the main god would not help to end this bloody storm.

"Come back." He spoke calmly, and with a wave of his sleeve, he retracted the soul body and alchemy in his sleeve.

"Looks like you've come to terms with your fate." The Pharaoh smiled horribly and stood up like a corpse.

Without the hindrance of the fire demon and other creatures, the vast sea of cold souls in the lobby swelled again. A behemoth suddenly appeared in the shadows, it was invisible, but it revealed a hideous silhouette in the faint light of the copper lamp. The whole hall was plunged into darkness as it appeared, and it seemed to follow the Pharaoh as the girl walked slowly, and there was a heavy sound of feet in the air.

- Buzz!

The pressure doubled, and a buzz that pierced through the clouds and cracked stones exploded in Ma Xiaokang's mind, and his eyes gradually became bloodshot, but he still didn't use mortal life. If He Jieyu and the others were beside him, they would definitely shout anxiously, what was he doing in such a desperate situation?!

"Is that the only way?"

His mouth opened, and the blood was like a spring, and sticky hot blood kept bubbling out, but he still finished speaking, and although his face was pale, he looked very calm.

"Why aren't you dead yet?!"

Pharaoh looked at him with some surprise, it stands to reason that his vast soul power has already swallowed Ma Xiaokang's soul, but in a faint feeling, his weak soul is constantly breeding infinite regenerative soul power. It's like a sharp blade piercing into a sandbag, and countless quicksand inside is frantically filling between heaven and earth.

His soul can't be destroyed? The Pharaoh had such a thought in his heart inexplicably, no, it can't be, it's ridiculous! How can a man's soul be like this, unless...... Could it be that there is still a huge soul lurking in the depths of his soul?

Ma Xiaokang stared at her calmly, but his gaze was breathtaking—yes, he was indeed using the Pharaoh.

At this time, his soul had been corroded to the point of being full of holes, as if the sealed space had cracked countless cracks, but the extreme soul lurking in the depths of his soul was frantically replenishing his passing soul power. No matter how terrible the cold and negative soul of the Pharaoh was, it was nothing compared to the soul power in the depths of his soul. He could feel that there was only a wisp of soul power replenished in the depths of his soul, which was enough to resist the pharaoh's soul attack that had destroyed the withering and decaying soul for dozens of breaths.

His soul power, which was originally at the B-level level, is constantly climbing at the moment, and after reaching the A+-level bottleneck, he is frantically accumulating, waiting for it to explode!

A reincarnator of an intermediate alchemy bloodline, but with the soul power of an A-level peak reincarnation...... This is something that has never been seen in an infinite world!

"Reached the limit?" Sensing the saturation that was about to burst in his mind, he shook his head and looked at the stunned figure in front of him.

"What did you do!"

Pharaoh's voice trembled, I don't know when, Ma Xiaokang's soul power has been able to compete with her, it's only been a few dozen minutes, how can a person's soul power become so strong? You must know that the most difficult thing for human beings to rise is the elusive soul. But the man in front of him, who had been despised by her, actually had the soul power to fight against her in such a short period of time - he was obviously an ant who was constantly struggling just now!

Rumble!

Invisibly, countless huge tentacles exploded, frantically attacking in the direction of Ma Xiaokang.

"You just said you never died?"

With his hands in his trouser pockets and his eyes deep, he dodged the dense tentacles in the lobby with an understatement, and walked like a leisurely stroll, like a leaf fluttering in the wind.

The Pharaoh let out a high-pitched roar, and the massive beast behind her leaped forward and rushed towards her.

Looking at the swooping monster, a smile rose at the corner of Ma Xiaokang's mouth, his eyes gradually condensed, and he calmly waved a finger - mortal life.

"Congratulations, you're about to die." His voice was calm and languid, as if he were stating something that had already passed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the soul tentacles in the sky and the fierce soul beasts suddenly annihilated, leaving the stunned Pharaoh, her pale face gradually drying up, as if it had been rapidly swallowed by the years.

"No!"

In the cracks of the stone bricks at the Pharaoh's feet, at some point, several sharp and sharp ice picks grew, like crazy vines, piercing from her ankles, along the inside of the Pharaoh's torso, all the way up from the flesh and marrow, and finally pierced out densely at the skull.

Like a blood-covered sparkling gem bursting from above her head, countless crystal-sharp blades of blood decorated her corpse like a delicate sculpture. Her internal organs, intestines, and minced flesh hung bloody and hot on the crystal clear red ice crystals, and the air was filled with the body temperature of her delicate torso and the heat of Bai Sensen.

The fear of death hung over the head, and the cold evening wind swept through the cracks in the tower. The pain and numbness from the body were like a rain of blood pouring outside, rolling in the lobby of the pyramid.

Her gaze drifted away, losing focus, and she hung eerily on the elaborate ice sculpture in front of the throne, and she looked up with all her might, as if she could peer through the tower to see the brighter and brighter stars outside.

"Impossible......"

The bright night sky revealed its outline, and the Pharaoh's unbelievable voice gradually disappeared into the end of the world with the slow rain of blood outside the tower.

(To be continued.) )