Black shadows flew out of the gate of flesh and calamity like meteorites, and for some reason, it felt like an overwhelming locust, raining down a plague.

Huai Shi subconsciously took a deep breath, and then sneezed.

I began to miss the 'Big Dog Mode' from the bottom of my heart.,Although it's not human.,But at least there's a mouthful of 'Iron Slurry Spitting' such a wide range of damage skills.。

One bite is not enough for two puffs, so it takes a little spitting.

When he came back to his senses from the impact of his transformation into the Great Priest, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Or the third order.

The Great Priest of the Third Order!

Tongji's black-hearted woman didn't shake herself, and really completed such a jaw-dropping miracle.

From above his soul, the splendor of the tyrannical and cold divinity turned into a solemn crown, bringing with it a burning sensation.

A soul that is not completely transformed cannot carry its power.

Huai's poems should have been burned in an instant, but the divinity of pure death did not interfere with him in any way.

Even if there is no carrier of the Abyss Calamity to bear this burden in his place.

It's like an arm.

As long as Huai Shi's mind turns, the divinity that envelops the soul will instantly trigger a unique essentia qualitative change of the fourth order, whether it is a warm and soft vitality or a tyrannical and cold death.

It's like stuffing an Formula 1 engine into the AE86, and more.

For a moment, Huai Shi's jet combat engine, which he almost thought was the 'Angel of Power', was possessed again, and as long as he twisted the throttle at will, it would burst out with enough power to rush into the sky.

The explosive power has increased again, and the speed has also ushered in a qualitative change.

The casting furnace in the right arm has completely disappeared, but with Huai Shi's will, it can be transformed between gold and iron and flesh at any time.

When the internal structure dissociated and unfolded, the eternally burning alchemy fire in the complex core of the arm also transformed into pure black.

Other than that, there are different changes, but it's too late to observe.

When he woke up from this brief concentration, he heard the sound of the wind in front of him, raised his hand without thinking, and the sword of virtue subconsciously raised upward, and removed the slashing halberd.

Immediately afterwards, the sword blade followed Huai Shi's forward movements, slashed a slight arc from the air, bypassed the blockade of the halberd, and then slashed upwards against the halberd body, easily cutting off the fingers shrouded in the iron armor.

Stimulated by the breath of hell, the blade of the Sword of Virtue lit up with brilliant flames, and when Huai Shi's arm pressed down, it severed the arm that was comparable to steel and the heavy armor on it.

And when Huai Shi took that step on the earth again, he was already standing behind the predator angel who was more than three meters tall.

Behind him, the two sharp wings snapped abruptly, along with the head of the predator.

Fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out, but the massive shell was rapidly collapsing.

The essentia transformation brought about by the great priest's divine nature spread from the smooth incision as a mirror, and everywhere it passed, no matter how solid the torso and organs, were reduced to ashes under the authority of death.

The blood evaporated, and the bones were gone.

Only in the breeze set off by that step, the pale fly ash on the ground drifted with the wind, exuding a pungent smell.

Sulfur and salt.

Purification comparable to alchemy, completely exterminating the enemy from the corpse, and even completely dissociating the power of the calamity into the most basic substance.

In an instant, a subconscious reaction, the predator angel that crisscrossed the hell had already been beheaded.

The gesture is relaxed and freehand, indescribably free, Huai Shi has not even come back to his senses, he is already dead, without any real feeling.

A bubble appears, and a bubble bursts.

"Are you all so weak?"

He raised his head and asked curiously, and in front of him, countless scarlet eyes full of anger appeared in the vast crowd of hell that could not be glimpsed at the end.

Immediately after, there seemed to be a burst of sound of birds soaring into the air.

It was the vibration of countless bowstrings.

Blurred black clouds spread out from the sky, tearing through the air and bursting with a roar.

Those arrows carved out of bone were burning with emerald flames, turning into overwhelming rainstorm tides, falling towards the earth.

Iron light suddenly emerged from the air and slashed, leaving only a fleeting trail.

Immediately afterward, a shattered arrow flew up, was bounced off, and fell to the ground. Huai Shi waved his hand again, and the remnants of the iron light swept across, and another bone arrow shattered.

With the turbulent tremor of the earth under the rain of arrows, a steady stream of arrows was bounced away from Huai Shi's eyes, and it was easy.

It was a little sluggish and messy at first.

But soon, he became at ease, and when his right hand was swung at will, several arrows were often randomly separated.

You can see it!

After the etherization is completed, dynamic vision and nerve reflexes have reflected all the changes in the eye.

The premonition of death, which has risen sharply, can even distinguish the threat level of each arrow.

There is no need to even pay full attention to each one, the countless bone arrows in the sky have been divided into priority and priority in Huai Shi's eyes.

As long as you push away the arrows in front of you, you don't have to worry about the rest.

In the snap of his fingers, the rain of arrows whistled by, but within a radius of a hundred meters of Huaishi, it seemed to be overgrown with thorns, and the bone arrows poured into the soil were broken, and a thick miserable white fog rose from it, spreading, and the corroded iron and stone sneered.

But when the hurricane suddenly spread, blowing away the mist full of countless germs and strains, Huai Shi, who should have turned into dry bones, was still unharmed.

He just raised his hand, plucked the green shoots and vines that grew out of his hair, threw them into the dirt hole beside him, and covered them with dirt after stepping on them.

"Is that all?"

In Huai Shi's hand, the spear of compassion fell, causing clusters of pure white irises to quickly grow on the cracked earth, and the poison of the aging of the blue-crowned dragon instantly spread with the rotten dream.

"I'll do the same. He whispered.

With just a snap of his fingers, the solemn blade of the spear had already torn apart the roadblocker in front of him, spilling blood, and carving a tragic gap in the array of predators.

The dream of decay was filled with countless malicious drippings, and the pure white flowers spread and swallowed the dry bones wrapped around the roots, giving off a fresh and pure fragrance.

Rumble!

Thunder burst out suddenly.

Huai Shi's forward movement came to an abrupt halt, and was repelled by the huge force that burst out of thin air, and cut several meters from the ground.

When he looked up again, he could see through the buzzing blade of resentment, glimpsing the formation of the predator slowly splitting apart, and the gray-black figure coming out of it.

Entangled in countless plagues and poisons, soaked in eternal pain and healing, the withered and shriveled body dripping rancid juice.

But on the contrary, he wore a solemn red and white crown on his head, and was dressed in armor made of gold, just like the pharaoh was as solemn and majestic as the pharaoh.

Over the course of a long time, after extracting the essence of the plague and combining it with the cursed things in the abyss, one of the precious incarnations condensed - the [Decay Pharaoh]!

Now, the withered corpse-like pharaoh raised his arm again, his bow wrapped in layers of cursed shrouds, and the empty bowstring slowly unwound.

There were no arrows, but there was an invisible force gathering, and the invisible and qualitative epidemic condensed from his hands into a line of outlines.

It was a vicious curse that the Rotten Dream could not counteract or exempt, the essence extracted from the spreading disease.

Just pointing in the air, the countless virus prototypes in the essentia in Huaishi's body reacted instinctively and made a hint.

"Smallpox?"

When Huai Shi suddenly murmured, the sorrowful roar that broke through the sky burst out from a hundred steps away.

Premonitions of death resurged.

The poison arrow was already close at hand, and this time, after locking Huai Shi's soul, he had no escape.

In response to it, a cold crown flashed above Huai Shi's head for a moment, and the solemn divinity brought about a pitch-black essentia qualitative change with pure death.

When the blade of resentment slashed, blood erupted from the blade, as if the whole world was dyed crimson.

A fleeting moment.

Under the blade, the poison of smallpox silently collapsed and fell apart. From Huaishi's face, only a piece of herpes appeared silently, and quickly cracked and peeled off, and the reborn skin was flawless.

The grim face of the decaying pharaoh was expressionless, except to pull the bow covered by the corpse in his hand again. But this time, there was not even a blink of an eye...... Huai Shi is already close at hand!

Without any warning or delay.

This is a 'shadow burial' that can be compared to the speed of light within 100 meters!

The brief preparation and brewing of the past is no longer necessary, and after being essenced, it is transformed into shadows for shuttle, and then condensed and emerges from the shadows again, and the whole process is as if it has been omitted.

The blade of resentment was aimed at his neck, sweeping!

The great bow of the corpse robe in the hand of the decaying pharaoh suddenly twisted and raised, blocking in front of the blade of resentment, sparks flew out, and the texture of bones appeared behind the cracked corpse clothes, and the longbow seemed to be stirred by some kind of beast tendon into a bowstring, and traces of blood oozed from the bow.

The sound of a baby's cry rang out from the tremor of the bowstring.

But then, the decaying pharaoh froze in place, for the poem had dissipated before his eyes, and only the blade of the Sword of Virtue had pierced his back, tearing at the bones.

By the time it twisted its head in anger and turned behind it, it was empty.

The angry axe slashed, and after smashing the skirt armor, it split his right leg from the shell like a bamboo, and before the thick juice could drip down, Huai Shi had already flashed on the left side, raised his foot, and kicked it violently on the crook of its leg.

The terrible sound of bones shattering erupted, and the Pharaoh fell to one knee, arm trying to prop his body up, and the spear of mercy had penetrated through his back, nailing it to the ground.

When it raised its head, it found that Huai Shi had reappeared in front of him.

It's like you've never left that all along.

The blade of resentment in his hand lifted up and aimed at its left arm, which was propping up its body, and slashed!

In an instant, within these three steps, the afterimages of the shadow burial shuttle appeared one after another, one stage, two stages, three stages, four stages, five stages, and six stages......

When Huai Shi flashed for the seventh time, it had already been chopped to pieces and completely dismembered, and for the eighth time, the Axe of Wrath, cut in half!

It wasn't until the ninth time that the sword of virtue stabbed downward, neatly piercing the head that had fallen off from the neck.

A brilliant flame of light ignites.

The shriveled head burned to ashes of salt and brimstone along with its pharaoh's crown!

But the winner is still not yet known.

In the ashes, the corpse-clothed bow on the ground suddenly levitated, and the body of the decayed pharaoh regathered and was reborn from the ashes!

As long as the plague of the plague is not extinguished, as long as the healing of hell remains, his incarnation can awaken again at any time!

This time, there was a tearing sound.

Huai Shi's palm, with five fingers together, and the drummer's use, had penetrated his defenseless body in an instant, and sank deep into his shriveled heart.

Hold on to its heart, which still stenchs under the cover of various spices.

"Speaking of which, I haven't used this yet. ”

Huai Shi stared into his dull eyes, and his right arm was silently transformed into gold and iron.

He said, "Cast, begin!"

At that moment, the body of the decaying pharaoh suddenly pulled out, and from his mouth and nose, a pitch-black flame gushed out. The terrifying heat spread from the inside out, engulfing its body and the great bow in its hands......

It was not a real flame, but a dissociative phenomenon that came from the transformation of countless miracles in alchemy.

The power of the alchemical fire spread along with the power of the furnace, engulfing it in an instant.

It's not killing...... It's a transformation from alchemy!

After the divinity of the Great Si Ming combined with the soul of the Forbidden Hand, he formed a natural ability corresponding to the shadow burial of the Young Si Ming - 'Yang Sheng'!

Buried in the shadows, then reborn from the scorching sun.

'Shadow burial' is the transformation of oneself into essentia, followed by the effect of leaping and shuttling in the form of shadow.

The 'Yang Sheng' is completely different, its power is compulsory, transforming the opponent's essentia, soul, and even stigma into shadows, and then reversely refining the essentia!

The closer each other's attributes and essences are, the stronger the coercive force of this transformation!

This is the biggest reason why the sublimators of the Heavenly Spectrum regard the Great Priest as the 'First Threat', in addition to the fact that this nature that is too close to the Abyss makes the Great Priest invincible when targeting the creatures of the Abyss, other sublimators of the same Heavenly Spectrum are also within the scope of its special attack!

Under this brutal transformation of souls and stigmata, no matter how strong the structure is, it can cause irreparable damage.

But when the transformation of Yang Sheng is fused with the hand of the circle, the casting furnace and the alchemy fire, Huai Shi can achieve fine processing that other great masters can't complete.

It's like right now—

In the snap of a finger, the decaying pharaoh was burned by the pitch-black flames, and the melted corpse-robed bow broke inch by inch in the wailing...... And the casting, is over.

Amidst the flying sulfur and salt, Huai Shi's five fingers slowly unfolded, revealing the two brilliant gems in his hands.

An opal, an emerald, that is the crystallization formed after the convergence of poison and curse, an out-and-out border relic.

"When I first think about it, it's hard to go far away, and I always have to bring some gifts to the students. ”

He smiled, looked up, and asked softly, "I love this feature so much!

No one responded.

In the dead silence, behind the array of the Predator Legion, a cold figure appeared.

It was like a bloated teenager who had been soaked in venom, a noble lady who was rotting under the black veil, and a deformed weirdo with a strange iron crown on his head......

The avatar from the Healing Envoy descended heavily.

And the Predator Legion has completed the final encirclement, and this place is already in the never-ending trap of lore -

The smell of death came from the wind.

"Is it so presumptuous? The midnight parade should end before dawn, that's the rule. ”

Huai Shi raised her head and stared at the sky dome, the collision and struggle between the Truth Hengchang and the Bhagavad Gita, and the sunlight that gradually shone behind the clouds.

It's getting dawn.

"Now, the time for indulgence is coming to an end, guys, with you. ”

The Great Priest's hands slowly spread, grasping the handles of virtue and resentment, and calmly proclaimed to the enemy: "Everything must be back on track. ”

- Return, mine, on track!

At that moment, Huai Shi stepped forward, and with the sonorous buzz of the collision of swords, a blazing light emerged from Huai Shi's eyes.

Announcing the coming of war and death!

(End of chapter)