(Hard to write, hard to write, hard to write!)

All thoughts were lost, and Ling Fei's closed eyes waited for death to come step by step.

When they first entered the extraterritorial world, the first stop was endless killing, they had no ability to resist, and the disparity in strength was like an ant and a goshawk, without any connection, but alas, the goshawk would never bow its head and pay attention to the existence of ants.

However, why did this powerful goshawk notice Ling Fei and the others and also make a move? Because this group of ants has something that makes him salivate, and a group of ants has something that makes the goshawk's eyes red, even if he doesn't put it in his eyes anymore, he still makes him do it, and his impulsive eyes are red, blinding all his consciousness.

The artifact, the thing that makes many people crazy, is an unknown material, after an unknown refining, the artifact was originally a tool of the fairy world, nourished by the immortal qi, and underwent a metamorphosis, and then, experienced an unknown reason, and fell into the nether, but the aura did not disappear, so as to turn into an artifact, guarding one side.

In this case, how many years have passed, and today there are two artifacts at one time, when the ancestral dragon came, it also brought the artifact, but the ancestral dragon was too powerful, in front of the ancestral dragon, the spirit of the origin could not resist at all, and was forcibly taken away almost half of the origin, and could only watch the ancestral dragon leave, and did not dare to fight the idea of the artifact at all.

And Ling Fei and the others are different, after countless years of evolution, the current Origin Spirit is even more powerful and unfathomable, while Ling Fei and the others are not as strong as the Ancestral Dragon, such a result is obvious.

Ling Fei felt his body disintegrating inch by inch, there was no expression on his face, no fear, no hideousness, no anger, the law of the jungle. He had already understood that today, the Origin Spirit had taken a fancy to their artifact, so naturally he would not let them go, Ling Fei understood, even if he handed over the artifact. It is inevitable to die, and that death must also have some dignity.

Finally, a sharp pain swept through his body, and Ling Fei felt that his body was gradually turning into ashes from the surface of his body in the power of destruction, dissipating into the air, and then, his body continued to disintegrate, and the blood was under the blazing temperature. Burning, evaporating, exuding a rich smell of blood, the bones turned into slag under the great impact, like a cluster of white sand, sprinkled down, completely different from the earthy yellow color of the ground.

The two colors complement each other. The white was a little harsh, in the earthy yellow sand. It fluttered up, and with the howling wind, it swept into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

Ling Fei felt that his body was on the verge of dying, and his consciousness was also reduced slightly, and Yun Aotian's Five Elements Banner was under the huge impact force. Unleashed an unprecedented light, although the light was incomparably brilliant and terrifying, but their realm was too low to resist the huge attack.

The Five Elements Banner is like a defeated flag. Stained with blood, in the endless yellow, it looks a little strange, it is inserted horizontally and vertically on the ground, the light has long been dimmed, and it is no different from ordinary flags, Yun Aotian's blood is about to be evaporated, and everyone is trying their best to resist.

However, that small resistance, in the vast momentum of the origin, like a small force of soldiers and horses resisting the impact of thousands of troops and horses, could not turn the slightest wave, it seemed to be just a different place, but there was no obstacle, no accident, in that crazy impact, came to naught.

At this moment, Ling Fei and the others all entered a mysterious state, Ling Fei knew that he was about to die, this was the feeling between life and death, but Yun Aotian was extremely familiar, because Yun Aotian had entered the life and death, so he comprehended the mystery of life and death.

Ancient books recorded: "Between life and death, there is a great terror!"

But at this time, they have no way and ability to experience it, it seems that if they relax slightly, they will be instantly annihilated in the power that makes the world tremble, but the hard support is only in vain, he doesn't know how long he can last, maybe after reaching the limit, everything will be over.

Time is passing by minute by second.

At this moment, Ling Fei clearly experienced the taste of living like a year, the kind of discomfort like a burning heart, as if in that power, a trace of their fighting spirit and vitality were eaten away.

The last trace of vitality is coming to an end, and this amazing life needs to draw an imperfect end, although it is not perfect, it is a full stop after all, an unsatisfactory end.

Ling Fei slowly closed his eyes, recycled everything into his mind, and silently thought, like a slide, the scenes of the past came to his mind, constantly emerging the pictures of the past, unconsciously, his eyes moved slightly, and a trace of tears crossed his eyes, it was time to end.

Goodbye, my loved ones, goodbye, all of it!

Ling Fei gradually let go of all his minds, and it was over, and from then on, there was no more Ling Fei.

"Roar, roar, roar, !!!~~~"

Suddenly, an aura of fear swept over suddenly, Ling Fei was shocked, this aura was extremely powerful, suffocating, what shocked him was not the strength of this breath, but the strong sense of familiarity and the momentum that was completely different from the origin breath.

Ling Fei's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked around, while Yun Aotian and the powerhouses at the peak of the Guiyi Mirror were all shocked, looking around, not knowing what was going on.

Suddenly, a ray of light crossed from the sky, like the speed of light, in an instant, it disappeared, and the afterglow that attracted the brightness made people know, the horror and power of this breath, Ling Fei was shocked, his eyes were wide open, and there was some surprise in his heart, the power of this breath was not weaker than the breath of the Origin Spirit, and there was a faint taste of equalization.

The sudden appearance of a trace of vitality made Ling Fei's discouraged mood suddenly emerge with a glimmer of hope, although there was only a glimmer of hope, Ling Fei and the others went forward to seize this glimmer of vitality.

This unexpected vitality made them desperately want to grasp it, but the powerful existence was not something they could grasp.

"Hiss ~~~~~~"

An elongated voice sounded, the crisp sound of the dragon's groan, as if shattering the sky, the whole space was trembling, the sand and soil in the sky diffused out, the sky turned into a yellowish color, and it was impossible to see the surroundings clearly, and suddenly a huge figure emerged from the earthy yellow.

The length of the body, the length is not thousands of miles, the width is incalculable, if the previous sand beast is large enough, and this creature at this moment may not be able to describe his hugeness, covering the sky and the sun, and soaring into the sky.

Ling Fei's body was shocked, and he saw a rich black aura emanating from the body of the giant dragon, the swarthy body was shining with wonderful colors under the light at this moment, shining brightly, the overwhelming demonic qi, in an instant, like a tide, frantically slammed towards the sky, like a beast trapped in a cage, was released at this moment, the terrifying momentum, and the incomparable power was chilling.

Suddenly, the sky was dark, and the temperature quickly dropped around the gloomy surroundings, and a huge thing suddenly appeared overhead, like a city, replacing the entire sky, and from above the giant, it exuded a unique aura of the dragon clan, which made people dizzy.

Finally, the giant thing emerged its true appearance, the sword of the king of Ming emitted a cold light, trembling wildly, as if it would fly out at any time, take the enemy's head, the heaven-splitting halberd buzzed, wide open and closed, revealing a fearless domineering, dragon ruler, exuding a terrifying aura, coral beads, ovens, crystal balls, all gradually emerged, each exuding a different taste.

The morning bell, the evening drum, suddenly came out of the lingering sound, the bell rang and vibrate, the breath was stagnant, the horror was extreme, each of the eight weapons held one side, and the power swallowed the sky.

Ling Fei exclaimed, "Eight Floating Slaughter!"

The feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe rose in his heart, the eight floating slaughters were born, they were saved, this is the treasure of the dragon clan, they were saved, at this moment, Ling Fei was a little moved, but he also felt a sense of powerlessness.

Yun Aotian also squatted on the ground, his face pale, and muttered, "Life should not be extinguished!" The whole person sat down in an instant, without the slightest strength in his body. (To be continued.) )