In this corner of the world where the orange color reflects the red, the desert that incarnates the purgatory range burns out, and all the tree demons who dare to exist, even the demonized tree people with extremely tenacious vitality, turn into charcoal under the submersion of the endless stream of flying fire meteors that descend from the sky, and the darkness dispelled by the light of the flame for a while temporarily separates the shadow from the phantom team.

The sky was tumbling and spitting like a boil, the clouds of fire rain meteors were pouring down, the intense colors gradually dimmed with the passage of time, the combination of magic and fire elements, under the coordination of spiritual power and spells, the magic energy clouds constructed by Song Yan were coming to an end with the continuous release of energy.

Another ten minutes was like quicksand on the tips of her fingers, taking small sips of the bottle of magic potion in her hand, rippling with spiritual light, swallowing Song Yan in her stomach little by little, staring at the pale moonlight that gradually fell from the center of the sky under the cover of the dark night, still with some crimson colors, and waited for something calmly.

On the robe full of folds and femininity, the pure white color is slightly cloudy, the sun gold warp is fixed and worn cross-body, the slender waist and hips that are tightened by the belt, only slightly shorter than Song Yan's height Rune War Hammer, the handle is quietly upside down on the ground, layers of delicate anti-skid ornaments are depicted on the hammer handle, and the girl's slender right palm is waiting in relaxation.

Dark red magma, bright red flames, and pitch-black crystals, in the silver pupils that were thrown in front of the fierce fire, through the expanding and distorted air and the Legion of Death. The not-so-distant scenery came to mind, the scorching temperature in the air had stalled, and the subtle changes touched the monster's keen sense, like some silent signal that the battle was about to come again.

Under the control of the AI intelligence core, Sariye, who has been left in the missile pod warehouse, has been automatically adjusted from the long-range shelling mode to the comprehensive combat mode during the reign of the meteor shower early on, and those that were originally fixed on the inner wall of the sealed box, all kinds of guns and cold weapons have been neatly assembled on the magic battle armor. Armed with Sariye's non-existent teeth.

The newcomers and the characters are silent. The former adjusted the weapons and equipment in his hands, and the latter thought thoughtfully. Even if there is no brains and no eyes, under the power of the hole cards that are almost exhausted in order to buy time for fierce fire and Song Yan. For the next battle with no way out. People who are already clearly feeling the footsteps of their way. They are all preparing in their own ways.

However, at the moment when the sky returned to darkness, the pure and pale moonlight again attracted all the people to gather. The figure had already melted into the blood mist, and Zhao Xin was there. The cold glow that seemed to be soaked in chill diluted the bright red dots of the blood mist like water, and then the fog that had been silent for a long time activated as if it had found the key to unlock it.

The ballad chanted in an unknown language rippled in the air like ripples. The vibration instantly penetrated the bodies of the surrounding people, and suddenly the blood that was originally beating with the heart in the blood vessels, and the blood that was circling normally far away was surging restlessly as if it was attracted under the interference of the vibration.

The whisper-like chanting voice, which is completely different from Zhao Xin's cold and clear tone, is as different as light and shadow, releasing a kind of primitive restlessness and strong charm in the instinct of human nature, and the unique rhythm guides the resonance of blood, and then the blood mist changes in the song.

Flowers are like dragon claws. bulb, shaped like an onion head; The leaves are clustered, slender and tipped, resembling garlic leaves, fleshy, ribbon-shaped, blue-green with white powder; Calyx solitary, apical umbel. At the turn of summer and autumn, the flower stem breaks through the soil, the umbel-shaped inflorescence is born, there are 5 to 7 flowers, the red is bright and peculiar, and the petals are rolled back like dragon claws.

The bright red blooms with charming aromas and sweet flowers, surrounding Zhao Xin's gradually clear figure, pouring out the breath of fresh life. The manzhu sawa condensed by the color of blood slowly stretched the petals little by little, blooming in the sight of everyone in the illusory world.

A ghostly figure that seemed to be asleep appeared in the sight of everyone in the Phantom World as the petals of Manju Sawa stretched out of the void as if they had jumped out of the void. The charm that was originally entangled in Zhao Xin's breath was instantly gathered with her appearance, and a heartbeat like an illusion quietly pulsated in that illusory figure.

At this moment, a pure white glowing silver was instantly released from Zhao Xin's pores, and a lush tree with a transparent texture combined with her slender figure grew up little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye in the material world.

The distinct vines connected the transparent tree with the bright red flowers that were blooming, like a vine tree, Manzhu Sawa was entangled in the transparent vines, as if in a nightmare and trembled with horror and anger, and then the strange pentagram was quietly projected around Zhao Xin's body by the pale moonlight, and the bright red color was tilted out in the next moment.

Endless blood was released along the petals of Manzhu Sawa like an endless stream, and the speed of the bright red stream continued to expand rapidly with time, and soon the stream turned into a blood-colored river, and the landslide roared to all sides, and in the roar of the blood-colored current, the Phantom World team near the left was instantly swallowed up.

The blood-colored army continued to devour unsatisfied, slightly separated from everyone in the Phantom World team, and then the devouring sandworm exhausted the earth spirit qi, and at this moment it was like a desert like a sea of purgatory, and then the shadow demon tide outside the purgatory sand was also swept into the endless waves with the roar and raging of the blood-colored tide.

The consciousness in the blood-colored tide seems to have lingered for a long time in a nightmare before finally waking up, releasing the negative emotions that have been accumulated for a long time in the tilt, and even still become a nightmare. The blood-red realm transcended the dusk desert and continued to swell towards the seemingly endless misty forest, until it was in front of a temple shrouded in dark green mist, only to stagnate and reverse after successive fruitless impacts.

As the strange blood tide continued to converge, the Gundam trees shrouded in mist were released intact, but those demonic figures that originally existed in the environment created by the forest and the mist also disappeared from the forest as the sea of blood faded silently, and the death-like silence condensed in the fading blood-colored forest.

The strong sense of dizziness like a whirlwind of the world is like a whirlpool in the consciousness of the Phantom World Team who has been swept into the world of the blood-colored trend. didn't even have time to complain, and the newcomer and Ning Caichen, who had a very ordinary endurance, completely lost their waking self-consciousness in the vortex of the sewer pipe, and then time stopped in a coma.

"Uh!!" Zhou Zhichao, who was releasing sour and soft signals all over his body, made an unconscious sound in his throat, and in the gap between his slightly opened eyelids in the fog, through the branches and leaves shining with pure brilliance, the blood-red sky was immediately reflected in his brain, which was still unable to return to normal work.

Zhou Zhichao, whose thinking was not awake and sluggish, seemed to be drowning in a dream for a few seconds, and then the bioelectricity released from the cerebral cortex was like a torrent spraying around his body, and the tactile nerves that existed bulged out, and the next moment as if he had suffered a strong electric shock, the former little fat suddenly burst out of his potential from the lying down state and stood up in a half-jump state.

The breeze, full of bloody and fresh breaths, released a unique fragrance in Zhou Zhichao's nasal cavity, and when he completely opened his eyes, all he touched was a desolate pure blood-red color, and then Zhou Zhichao, who landed on the ground, slipped suddenly, and suddenly the whole person fell towards the ground at least hundreds of meters below under the action of gravity.

"Just woke up! Can't you settle down a little bit! ”

Next to her ears is a voice full of familiar feelings, and at this moment, the tone of her words is full of disgust for not waiting to deal with other people's troubles, but for Zhou Zhichao, who should have fallen and was stopped by the girl's petite arm, the voice full of complaints is simply the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Be careful next time! I'm not going to save you! If you fall down, you deserve it! ......" mentioned Zhou Zhichao, who was much taller than herself, Song Yan was like a kindergarten aunt facing a contrasting child, and nagged for a long time in a deliberately emphasized tone before she put him down again as if she was satisfied.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhou Zhichao had time to look at the transparent texture that he was stepping on under his feet, full of surreal magic, even the sky and the ground didn't know how high the road was, but even the branches were as wide as a four-lane road, and the canopy covered the sky overhead, like a huge tree like the legendary medieval Lujie tree.

"Self-propelled right ahead! There's a treehouse! Everyone else is there! I'm going to find other new people! Go over on your own! Song Yan, who pointed out the direction of the trunk for Zhou Zhichao, said with a tearful face in front of the master in the eyes of the big man who was like an abandoned loyal dog: "Don't worry! This tree is absolutely safe! As long as you don't fall, it's fine! ”

Looking at Zhou Zhichao, who climbed from the edge of the huge branch like a rolling belt, climbed to the central part with his hands and feet, and then stood up again with peace of mind, and Song Yan who waved his hand to signal the other party to go quickly, the figure instantly blurred in the distorted afterimage, and blurred on the continuously extending tree trunk like a peerless ride. (To be continued......)