Tearing through the mist and the gloomy darkness created by the forest, releasing the pale and white of the strange moonlight, the color of the earthy yellow sand grains in the contrast with the surrounding environment, people can't help but feel a kind of consciousness deviation illusion like warmth, as for the completely destroyed by the devouring sandworms, the soil that nurtures life and the trees that symbolize the flourishing of nature, people who have long been completely depressed by the same gloomy purple and gray color of the forest, and feel physically and mentally depressed.

"Since this is awesome! Why don't you do it sooner! We're running like lost dogs! The strong inner shock brought by the power of declaration not only faded the color of death precipitated in Tan Jian's heart, but also caused the instinctive negative associations in human nature, and in the sense of security formed by the stimulation of the scenery in front of him, he complained and said with a relaxed spirit.

After the so-called "small officialdom" student union exercise, Tan Jian obviously learned a lot in the "work", compared with other simple students more mature skills, the word "we" makes him a natural representative of everyone, standing on the common position of the newcomers, the slightly emotional "complaining" and the posture is very low, and the deliberate factor is eliminated invisibly with the representation of "fighting unevenness".

Tan Jian's seemingly inadvertent 'shout' ignited the various emotions accumulated in the hearts of the newcomers along the way, and reason made Zhou Zhichao, Tan Jian and Yu Wenwei remain silent in the face of the more and more unfathomable and strong forces of the veterans, but this little episode also made the whole atmosphere no longer stable and harmonious.

"Idiot!" Her lips are pink and cherry-colored, and her teeth are still shining in the night. Zhang Hejian spit out two words disdainfully, Song Yan, who has always been the most cordial and restrained newcomer, the gaze condensed on Tan Jian was cold, and the coldness of the dark pupils silently stagnated for a while, and then she turned her eyes away lightly.

Song Yan, who maintains the advanced magic power divine eye, has a wide-area super vision of 360 degrees without dead ends through the invisible magic pupil fixed on her shoulder, and in the short few seconds before and after Tan Jian spoke, every change in her facial muscles and eyes fell into Song Yan's magic eye perception without any difference. Naturally, it is easy to distinguish between the true and the fake.

Although Song Yan doesn't quite understand this all along. The newcomer 'elite', who is very low-key, chooses to suddenly jump out to provoke the newcomers in order not to continue to keep his low profile, and has gradually unconsciously attached himself to the veterans. The hidden order reflected by the power of the declaration. But for those who like to make small moves. She didn't like any of them very much.

For the state of life and death on the battlefield, the various ugly gestures of human nature have long been seen in the past. The performance of many fierce fires on the newcomers was undeniable, and his silver eyes, which shone with wild coldness, were staring at Zhao Xin's back with a little worry.

With the help of the Scorpion King Bracelet as a prop for energy transformation, the disadvantages of activating the Black Sutra of the Undead with the death divine power of Anubis are undoubtedly the most aware of the disadvantages. The continuous use of this extremely attritional method made Fierce Fire very worried about Zhao Xin's current state, but he chose to trust the judgment of his companions, and all he could do at the moment was to remain silent.

Zhao Xin's figure, which was originally fused by aura and mindful qi, reflecting the brilliance of the moon like a lake, was now locked up like a lake with a dry water source in continuous consumption. However, the Scorpion King bracelet on her right wrist continued to devour the energy ripples that surrounded her body under the girl's will.

The wisps of black mist were wisps of wisps, condensed and precipitated between the delicate limbs of the Scorpion King bracelet, roaring as if the yin wind blowing from the underworld, with the distorted pitch-black apertures, the bone-chilling death and tranquility at the end of Zhao Xin blew in all directions.

Shadows like smoke and fluttering, ghostly spirits released a cold wind from it, as if connecting the aperture of a world, one by one vaguely and indistinguishably. The Yin Spirits surrounded in groups, and Zhao Xin, who existed as the caster, immediately a pitch-black aura from the Scorpion King's bracelet bloomed from her towards the flying Yin Spirit.

The yin souls who devoured the dark aura from the magic power, like a balloon that was blown up, were three-dimensional while falling into the surrounding desert in an instant, and those souls who showed the appearance of kobolds and human bodies rolled up a whirlwind in the sand, and in the blink of an eye, in the world of gods and ghosts, the army of the god of death, which claimed to be able to conquer the world and the world, was awakened in the new Chinese ghost story world.

The warriors of the Reaper Legion are all a pair, very similar to the Anubis statue, with the form of a jackal's head human body, almost identical to them, they have, a huge body of about four meters, holding a huge long blade, most of them are exposed on the pitch-black flesh, full of strong explosive muscle lines, and the arc is amazingly perfect undulating.

Like a city wall, the dense figures surrounding the people of the Phantom World team, the oasis land surrounded by yellow sand, continue to be closely arranged, they are quietly in the desert of the night, like statues standing silently, but the sense of oppression condensed by the invisible breath clearly highlights the strength of this army.

Looking at the seemingly boundless Grim Reaper warriors, roughly estimated to be at least nearly a thousand, the order and coldness released in the calm military formation made the newcomers and the characters stunned, but they couldn't attract the attention of the veterans at all, at this moment, the attention of the fierce fire and Song Yan had all been focused on Zhao Xin, who was as calm as a stiff defender after the summoning.

Zhao Xin, whose aura and mental aura had faded, was pouring out of her body on her pale skin, and countless wisps of bright blood were constantly under her skin like earthworms, like frightened trapped beasts. The bright red color instantly soaked Zhao Xin's long hair, and soon the nails on her fingertips were all dyed red.

In the Divine Ghost Secret Treasure Regiment's Battle World Realm, Zhao Xin crossed the ranks, using the spiritual power ability of the trait system to devour Mu Lina, a blood nobleman who had the ability of the 'Dead River' realm, but it was difficult to completely devour the powerful blood energy he possessed for his own use, which led to the instability of the energy structure he possessed.

After Zhao Xin and Mu Yuchen's exchange and rampage, they had seen a similar scene of fierce fire and Song Yan, and they all knew very well that at this moment, Zhao Xin, who was approaching the lowest point in consumption, showed a relatively balanced energy structure in his body, and had once again led to the most powerful blood energy, and Zhao Xin, who was constantly being eroded by blood energy at this moment, was being turned into a little bit of blood energy.

However, such a scene is undoubtedly the result of Zhao Xin's deliberate creation of self-will, from the fact that she completely suppressed the blood energy, used the aura and mind qi with attributes that are biased towards neutral and positive energy, instead of the blood energy that is also biased towards the negative to transform the divine power of the god of death, and deliberately increased the energy loss in the process of casting, Menghuo and Song Yan can clearly feel her will.

Compared with Song Yan, who has a rough understanding of Zhao Xin's plans, Meng Huo has more questions in his heart at the moment, but the tacit understanding reached by the vague hint earlier makes the mercenary who seems to be very uninhibited, but he is very careful and cautious in his heart, and rationally maintains a silent attitude as always, after all, everyone has their own little secrets.

Song Yan and Fierce Fire glanced at each other silently, and then the fierce fire that was full of metal coldness and oppression, and the roarer carried it on his shoulder, seemed to take a few steps forward slowly, and before about half a step away from Zhao Xin, the warning meaning released by the gun with his limbs stood with his gun, and silently guarded it like a vigilance.

At the same time, Song Yan, Nie Xiaoqian, and Ning Caichen, under the traction of the former, also seemed to be random, and adjusted their original positions to the place between the newcomer and Zhao Xin, and seemed to block the two sides. Sensing the fierce fire and Song Yan in Zhao Xin's state at this moment, he resolutely excluded the newcomers vaguely, after all, any accident was unbearable for the two of them.

Although it was not possible to accurately perceive the various energy changes in Zhao Xin's body at the moment, this did not prevent the two of them, Fierce Fire and Song Yan, from sensing subtle fluctuations in their respective domains, to perceive the mutual suppression of blood energy and Zhao Xin's self-will, using body and mind as a battlefield.

Knowing that things were still within Zhao Xin's control, the vague worry in the hearts of Meng Huo and Song Yan was naturally calmed down. Zhao Xin summoned the Devouring Sandworm, the Great Sandstorm, and the Death Legion to create a desert environment that provided a short break from the thrilling battle for the people of the Phantom World Team, and these times also seemed to allow her plan to move forward more deeply.

As long as the summoning time limit maintained by the magic power exists, the Devouring Sha Cong, who has an endless terrifying appetite, will continue to expand and extend the lifeless desert forward under the domination of pure instinct, in the cycle of devouring the earth spirit, negative energy, and life force and then reproducing.

The color of time is fleeting in the tranquility, and Zhao Xin, who has gradually regained the initiative from the hands of restless blood energy, overcame the pain that seems to touch the soul caused by the erosion and transformation of his blood, and little by little brings the control of his body back into his control.

Zhao Xin's energy fluctuations that gradually stabilized finally made Song Yan and Menghuo's hearts, which were slightly uneasy in worry, steadily ease up in their chests. However, even so, in the subtle induction of the two, in Zhao Xin's body, where the blood was eroded, the fresh life breath belonging to the living person was irrepressibly cold as if frozen. (To be continued......)