Compared with the fierce fire whose energy attributes are more inclined to negative, Song Yan, who can almost be described as a collection of positive energy, has a deeper understanding of the subtle changes in the nature of Zhao Xin's life than the former, and Song Yan, who has rich mysterious knowledge, knows very well that the changes caused by this corrosive transformation of the bloodline based on blood energy are almost irreversible.

Although in fact this transformation is not so much a matter of harm as of strengthening, the change of the character of life is a matter of direct involvement and interference with the soul. Even with the sacrificial inheritance recorded in the Golden Sutra of the Sun, as well as all the unknown dragon set mages in the Six Might and Magic Gates, Song Yan could not predict whether this change would eventually lead to some devastating results.

"Shin Shin! You're all right! Is there anything wrong with it!? Or uncomfortable feelings! ...... Song Yan, who could only pray to the god she believed in, hoping to get an answer from it, broke the continuous silence with a nervous face when Zhao Xin moved her slightly stiff and unfamiliar limbs, and asked her a little nagging with concern.

Zhao Xin, who was warm and emotional in her crimson eyes, smiled and listened to Song Yan's slightly messy care, and the girl was silent about her will, waiting for the fierce fire like a knight beside her, revealing a bright smile full of warmth, but against the background of her white complexion, which was all faded in her blood, the brilliance shining in the pale moonlight looked so cold

"It's all in the works! Kindness! It should be far better than I thought! It wasn't until Song Yan finished babbling that Zhao Xin smiled confidently. said while caressing the former's slender long hair, which was a little tied to her now.

The newcomers who felt the strangeness of the veterans during the rest seemed to be relaxed with Zhao Xin's resumption of activities, and it turned out that the price of casting the dark spell on the Undead Black Sutra was by no means as easy as the metaphor in Tan Jian's complaint, but even if reason regained the high point, it was impossible to be in a state of obedience under the guidance of the veteran before the atmosphere was restored.

He was also born once in a dying state, lingering for almost a day and night. at the cost of future life potential. Zhou Zhichao, who survived, seems to have a sense of smell far beyond other pedestrians for danger. In the quiet of the past half hour or so, Zhou Zhichao's nerves were always tense when he was relaxing and resting, and his eyes were always looking out.

"Look, everyone!! They're finally here again! Constant vigilance made Zhou Zhichao use his own eyes. Caught the hard stride in the desert. A demonic tide that advances like the shadows of a dusky desert. Then he shouted for the first time.

"How could it be! Aren't there some monsters summoned by the dark arts! Constantly devouring the earth and demons? He Qin exclaimed very quietly.

"Please! You don't usually play games or read novels, do you? Summoning magic is time-limited, isn't it? Zhou Zhichao said with a look of contempt for Xiaobai's surprise.

"We girls! Who likes the kind of novels that you boys like, full of fights and kills! People aren't the kind of creatures that otaku are! He Qin, who was stimulated by Zhou Zhichao, said with disdain: "This is how the waste material came from!" ”

"Scrap streams have been very popular lately! Okay! Otaku is very loving! Zhou Zhichao retorted excitedly.

"Now that the summoning time limit is up! It would be nice to summon it again! Seeing that Zhou Zhichao and He Qin were arguing, they were never able to get to the point. In the continuous approach of the shadow demon tide, Tan Jian, who seemed a little anxious, interrupted the conversation between the two and said in a loud voice, like a representative of the conference: "Anyway, everyone needs more rest time!" ”

Tan Jian's 'smart' proposal was as he expected, as if it was deafening to make the scene quiet, and the newcomers who subconsciously wanted to escape from danger had most of their minds meant 'drag it out for a while', anyway, it was the 'taller veterans' in the team who would eventually solve the problem.

There is no appreciation, no ......contempt, and the veterans who really control the power of the team have not made any comments on Tan Jian, even if there is any response from a single look, there are interrelated reactions or things, as if Tan Jian's speech did not exist at all.

The face was instantly torn invisibly, Tan Jian, who was shattered and had no tiles, and his face covered by the nano armor instantly seemed to be frightened in congestion, and swelled out a gloomy purple and cyan color, but under the pressure of the reality that the situation is stronger than people, he was silent after the training of 'small officialdom', as if everything just now had never existed.

As the shadow demon tide continued to advance, one by one, like ordinary residential buildings, the tall demonic tree people with lush branches appeared in the sight of the newcomers with the posture of standing out from the crowd. The oppressive aura clouded the fragile heart with the huge shadow, and at this moment, the Death Legion that had always stood like a sculpture finally moved.

The tall Reaper warriors moved silently in the desert of the night moon, these warriors made of magic and sand, the sand made of their bodies weighed several tons, but at this moment they were light, as if suspended on the loose structure of the sand, striding forward without any influence.

Under the constraints, there seems to be a little bit of the shadow demon tide that has transformed from a rabble to an elite army, and under the strong contrast of the Reaper Legion, it has once again regressed to the level of the militia combination. The oppressive silence seemed to be stretched out by the night, but soon the cries of collision and killing brought everything back to the battlefield full of tyranny.

The Grim Reaper Legion, which took on the form of a standard array, raised the huge weapon with a long blade in its hand like a rush, and the sharp sound that tore through the air as it swung it was, like a howling gale, rolled up layers of confused sand in the desert, and then countless corpses that had been split by the blade, flowing with sticky and smelly juice, fell silent in the desert under their feet.

Roar Roar Roar !!! Squeak squeak!!!

The furious roar and sharp screams of rage, along with the unique aura that belonged to the Dryad Demon, spread out in the air with an incomparably strong intensity, and exploded from the Shadow Demon Tide. And those encirclements of the shadow demon tide in an instant, the Death Warriors who had lightly thinned a little bit, but at this moment, they strode back in an orderly manner.

Between the same gaps that the retreating Reaper warriors had passed, enough for the reaper warriors to line up, the blade was once again swinging out in the hands of the tall Reaper warrior with the body of a jackal's head, and then in the strong stimulation of the death of the same kind, the shadow that surged forward like a wave was squeezed back in front of the blade of the Reaper.

The wave-like offensive presented the upper, middle and lower columns, the Death Legion in a neat and orderly queue, and in the precise pace movement and blade swing, there was an endless stream of shadow demons with a huge numerical advantage in front of them, and they swallowed and impacted each other without interruption.

The Dryad Demons, who have no sustained but outnumbered numbers, are attacking frantically at all costs, and their movements are a little dull in their forward, sword-wielding, and retreating, revealing a lot of gaps in the Grim Reaper Legion. However, the strong limbs and claws of the demons were lost in the steely bodies of the Death Warriors made of spells and sand, and the invincible power that once roamed the Black Mountain.

As if hitting a heavy shield made of stainless steel, the sharp sound of friction and the muffled sound of blunt objects colliding made the fork in the hand of the dwarf mountain ghost and the fist of the mandrill demon, the most representative weapons of the two demons, bounce back in vain, and the slight dents of the slight sand particles falling were soon completely healed by the regeneration effect of the spell under the supplement of the yellow sand under their feet.

At the same time, although the Reaper warriors did not hold weapons, but had a terrifying lethal left arm in the center, in the alternation of the front and rear formations, those who were calmly and accurately found were squeezed in, and those tree demons who were switching formations were immediately squeezed in the fists, palms and huge bodies, completely crushing them all in the formation.

There is no fear, no tiredness, no fear of death, and the demon and the Death Legion have the same characteristics, the former occupies an overwhelming numerical advantage, while the latter has an even more terrifying quality, so in the subtle adjustment of the Reaper Legion, the two sides quickly stalemate on each other's fronts.

Soon, the Demon Treeman, the largest lethal class of the Shadow Demon Tide, had far more advantages than the Death Legion in terms of size, tonnage, and strength, and under the order of the Banshee Commander hidden in the Demon Tide, he strode to the front of the formation, ignoring the damage of the same kind, and waved his arms like siege cones, smashing into the Standing Death Wall.

However, at this moment, after nearly forty minutes of rest, Song Yan, who had fully assimilated the potion energy and spiritual power, once again highlighted her existence with the brilliance of magic. The flames of the dangerous brilliance of the unleashed in the flames beat restlessly like mischievous children with the spell and the magician's hands.

Immediately, a series of fireballs the size of watermelons lit up the night sky driven by Song Yan's will, and left an orange-red arc of light. A roaring explosion enveloped the demonic tree man with its thick arms, and then its leafy canopy burned in the heat of the magical flames.

Not to be outdone, the fierce fire soon made its own sound, and the bullet charge was filled with a large number of incendiary shells of magnesium and aluminum metal, and with the pull of the trigger, it glowed in orange and red, and roared towards the enemy who turned into a torch, followed by a huge firework that exploded in the middle of the tree trunk, and the shockwave released knocked down the already unbalanced demonized treeman. (To be continued......)