Shock!

The territory of the Heavenly Army fell into chaos.

Before Luo Guangliu's roar, people were still stunned, thinking that this heavenly choice was crazy.

A swallow that has been caught, no matter how powerful it is, what can it do!

But after a few breaths, everyone witnessed the birth of the terrible fact in front of them, as if witnessing the coming of hell.

Who is Luo Guangliu?

The Heavenly Chosen Elder of the Jichi Holy Land, his physical strength was a hundred times that of an ordinary Yuan Infant.

But such a body as solid as a star was directly dissolved, and there was no resistance at all, what a terrifying power.

The closest Yuan Ying to Luo Guangliu is his beloved apprentice, Xiang Ming Palace.

Xiang Minggong watched as Heiyan penetrated Luo Guangliu, and then flew straight towards him.

Death!

This is the breath of death.

Heiyan was getting closer and closer to him, and Xiang Minggong seemed to see the tragic situation after his death.

At this moment, Xiang Minggong's thinking was so fast that he couldn't understand it himself.

His reflexes were so quick that he couldn't believe it.

In less than a blink of an eye, Xiang Minggong calmly displayed all the defensive magic weapons on his body, and the true yuan of his body was also attached to the yuan weapon.

The Yuan Weapon, which has a fit of seventy percent, forms an indestructible giant shield.

Nineteen!

The luster of the magic weapon came and went, and in an instant, in front of Xiang Minggong's body, a full nineteen layers of terrifying barriers appeared.

Eighteen defensive magic weapons forged by the Heavenly Choice Realm, the last defense, is his Yuan weapon.

In the rear of the heavy defenses, Xiang Minggong was like a commander hiding in a steel fortress, even if the sky fell, this fortress would be unscathed.

This is the self-confidence of the strong from the Holy Land.

Kiss!

Kiss!

Kiss!

It's a pity that in the next moment, everyone was shocked and suffocated again.

Melt!

It's still a peaceful ablation.

The black swallow flapped its wings calmly, and its speed became faster and faster, leaving a straight black trail in the air, and those powerful defensive magic weapons along the way were directly melted, penetrated, and corroded.

Not to mention blocking Heiyan's trajectory, even its speed did not delay for even a moment.

Kiss!

Kiss!

Kiss!

The sound of the magic vessel breaking is not harsh, even as crisp as the tinkling of spring water, and like the sound of a diner gnawing on a big bone and chewing on the crunchy bone with his teeth.

Hei Yan didn't look for the weakness of the magic weapon, and she didn't look for the flaw.

From the strongest point of the magic weapon, it is like a broken bamboo, destroying the destruction of withering and decaying, and melting like snow.

A baker's dozen!

Fourteen!

......

Seventeen!

The 4,000 Yuan Babies were suffocated in the air, and before they had time to blink an eye, all the magic weapons in front of Xiang Ming Palace had been shattered, and the fragments in the sky were scattered towards the void.

It's like scraps of paper that have been torn apart.

Xiang Minggong's face turned pale.

His brain was numb, and he had no thoughts.

Meta device!

That was the last defense of Xiang Ming Palace.

Pity!

Exactly the same end, exactly the same ablation.

The high-level Yuan Weapon that Xiang Ming Palace was proud of was reduced to fragments in the sky.

He watched Heiyan penetrate through, his heart was cold, and he couldn't breathe.

Then, there was the breath of deprivation of all strength.

This feeling is called ...... Death!

Xiang Minggong's death is already an irreversible fact.

Then, Hei Yan dragged the cold pitch-black trajectory and continued to fly towards Deng Guanlou.

With Luo Guangliu's experience, how could Deng Guanlou wait for death on the spot.

He spurted out more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood in a row, and the whole person had turned into a blood stain and fled into the distance.

The Heavenly Demon disintegrates.

Deng Guanlou burned all over his body and increased his speed to a speed comparable to that of heavenly selection.

Pity!

The blood-colored trajectory had just flown out less than a hundred meters before it fell straight from the air.

It's like a firework that is about to bloom and meets a dumb fire.

On the way to fall, this powerhouse, who was ninth on the Heavenly Waiting List, watched as Hei Yan continued to drag the icy trajectory towards the dense place of the Yuan Infant Realm in the distance.

Deng Guanlou's Yuan Weapon had been shattered, his life gate was broken, and he couldn't live for ten breaths.

When he was dying, Deng Guanlou looked at the black track dragged out by Heiyan in a distracted manner, as if he had seen the handwriting of the Grim Reaper of Hell.

It's like a judge writing a word on rice paper!

Die!

......

"Run!"

"Everyone, run away at once, flee in all directions!"

"Run!"

For some reason, Hei Yan didn't attack King Yue Luo, he was still stunned in place.

And Luo Guangliu also took a pill and instantly recovered from his injuries.

Fortunately, he broke through the Heavenly Selection, otherwise he would have been a corpse with that blow just now.

He's dead!

In the blink of an eye, the disciple that the two people were proud of had already been exterminated, and they didn't give people a chance to think at all.

Distance!

The 4,000 yuan baby formed two camps, still standing in the air in a daze.

It wasn't until King Yueluo's voice came out that they realized the horror of the situation.

Pity!

It's all late.

The trajectory behind Hei Yan had already crossed the sky, and its body had already rushed straight down into the Yuanying camp of the Jichi Holy Land.

There's no time to escape!

Black Yan is like a sharp arrow that breaks through the sky, and everywhere the black trajectory goes, there are blooming blood flowers everywhere, cracked yuan weapons everywhere, and cold corpses falling everywhere.

Look far away.

The black trajectory is like an endless bridge, and the blood flowers scattered along the way are the human blood oil lamps on the bridge.

Bloody!

Hideous!

Cruel!

Death!

The killing continues.

The pitch-black trajectory is like a weird smile blooming on top of a grimace.

Heiyan flew straight to the end of the camp, and then, in a diagonal that ordinary people couldn't understand at all, it returned directly, and fell into the cold killing again.

Black Swallow defended the well-known inertia.

Even if you are selected by heaven and are extremely fast, you will not be able to turn directly into a very small fold on the spot, and the speed will not be reduced.

But Hei Yan's speed at this moment even surpassed that of Heavenly Selection.

That angle that defies the rules, and that happens.

In the distance, King Yue Luo was cold, and drops of cold sweat fell like raindrops.

In the air, that terrifying folded line was shocking.

King Yue Luo thought of a picture.

At the end of the endless void, in a world that no one can see, there is a giant with the sky above his head and the sea under his feet, writing the lines of death with a brush.

That's right!

The kind of freewheeling corners can only be drawn on rice paper with a pen.

That's from the perspective of the Grim Reaper.

The corpse of more than 1,000 babies is like a falling meteor, and the blood has been sprinkled all over the earth, like a petal of a red flower.

Kill, go on.

The black trajectory does not stop, and the people at this moment, who dares to underestimate Heiyan.

That's a demon at all.

The death of the previous 1,000 yuan babies also gave the remaining 3,000 yuan babies precious escape time.

Scatter!

The remaining 3,000 yuan babies are like a huge firework, and the yuan babies after the disintegration of essence and blood have exerted their speed to an incredible level.

They are not stupid.

At present, the more scattered it is, the more Heiyan is exhausted, and there may be a glimmer of life.

One by one, the void was torn apart, and the huge fireworks erupted into 3,000 dazzling and dazzling brilliance.

In the distance, a round flower bloomed in the sky.

The blood line that made up the flower was still rushing towards the distance, and the flower was still expanding, occupying the entire sky in an instant.

From all angles, there is a route for the escape of the Yuan Baby.

However, the black track, unhurried.

Heiyan abandoned drawing a straight line, centered on it, a curve, and began to rotate.

Vortex!

Revolve!

The black line, like a starting point in the center of the whirlpool, was slowly expanding.

Along the way, one by one the primordial babies didn't even have time to roar, and their hearts burst open one after another, and a cloud of blood mist, like a small firework in a flower, bloomed again.

On the faces of fearful people, there is endless unwillingness and powerlessness.

The vortex is getting clearer and clearer, and the spread is getting bigger and bigger.

An irregular circle, hanging in the air, crooked, like the face of the Yuan Infant Realm before death.

One mile in diameter.

The diameter is three miles.

The thread that creates death is black ink.

The writer is like a clumsy naughty boy, he is trying to copy the whirlpool in the center of the lake, irregular, but the fireworks of human blood along the way are indifferently blooming.

Ten miles in diameter!

Fifty miles in diameter!

The black trajectory is like an embroidery needle in the hell Yama, it destroys withering and decaying, it is indestructible.

One by one, the powerful Yuan Babies hysterically displayed a terrifying defense, no matter how strong the magic weapon is, no matter how tough the Yuan Weapon, in front of the black line, they are like the most tender tofu, directly melting.

......

Fear!

Luo Guangliu and King Yue Luo trembled the corners of their mouths, and they had lost even the strength to breathe.

They have witnessed the whirlpool filled with human life, still spreading, and witnessed the real hell coming, sadly, but there is nothing they can do.

What is natural selection...... How ridiculous!

......

Two holy places.

More and more people are coming together, and the Jichi Holy Land.

Zhu Gengwei and Jiang Yijian were dumbfounded, although they were not there, the black trajectory drawn by Hei Yan still made them feel terrified.

As for those Yuan Babies, they were already so shocked that their bodies were cold, and their brains were numb with fear.

Especially Qingtianyi.

Although he had the foresight to escape back to the Jichi Holy Land first, the fear of horror still made him unable to breathe.

As for those Yuan Ying who rushed to go to the Northern Realm, but were not qualified for a while, they secretly sighed that the sky had eyes and saved themselves from a catastrophe.

You must know that the Northern Realm was fragrant and sweet before, and everyone was scrambling to go.

The same is true for the Linlu Holy Land.

Che Zhuang Xu and Ying Zhansheng glanced at each other, and they both saw fear in each other's eyes.

And Nie Chenxi was numb, and he didn't have any intuition at all.

......

The Northern Realm!

The diameter of the black vortex is still expanding.

Because some of the primordial infants fled too far, Heiyan could only continue to expand the range of this death aura.

One hundred miles!

One hundred and thirty miles!

One hundred and fifty miles!

The diameter of the vortex has expanded to the end of the line of sight.

More than 3,500 people have died in the two holy places.

A corpse is more like a firecracker hovering in the air.

Black light, like a flame piercing through dry hemp paper, is a breeze.

The sound of the chest bursting had already numbed everyone.

It was a feast of death like never before.

The remaining 500 yuan babies fled for their lives, they didn't know where the road ahead was, and they didn't know if they could survive.

They don't want to be a spark in the artillery battle.

Unfortunately, they couldn't outrun the chase of death after all.

No one survived.

Deng Guanlou insisted, he didn't want to swallow his last breath, he wanted to watch all the Yuan babies bury him.

Finally, at the end of the line of sight, the last primordial infant of the two holy lands turned into the last small starlight and disappeared in a flash.

The falling body was like a firework that went out, leaving only an ugly cannon barrel, pure garbage.

Deng Guanlou finally closed his eyes.

200 miles of blood, standing in the air.

4,000 lives fell horizontally on the veins of the Tianyuan Treasure that they once coveted.

The crimson blood penetrated deep into the earth, and the depleted Tian Yuan Treasure vein was moistened again, and a faint layer of blood appeared.

Luo Guangliu and King Yue Luo remained in the center of the Shura field like two sluggish puppets.

He's dead!

All dead!

The mighty army of Yuan Infants, except for the two of them, there is no one left who has died.

And in the hands of King Yue Luo, the pitch-black birdcage seemed to be still laughing at King Yue Luo.

You don't know anything about the world.