The Labyrinth of the Ruins of the Western Aslan Empire Utur

Soul power has changed again!

This time, Treya captured the changes in the soul power of the three people very clearly.

At this moment, she completely understood the talent of frost, she suddenly panicked, she wanted to run over and tell the Netherworld immediately, or rather, she must tell the Netherworld immediately: this is a battle that Yichen will not win!

They can only flee, not fight!

Frost doesn't just seem to be able to capture his opponent's gaze, he can capture his opponent's soul power. After several observations, Treya found that after every time the frost made eye contact with the Netherworld, the soul power of both of them was instantly equalized. Then, he connected his gaze with Yaya, divided his soul power and Yaya in two again, and divided himself and Yaye's soul power equally, as long as he jumped to a state with lower soul power than his opponent, he could continue to plunder the opponent's soul power, which is the true meaning of his talent being called the Eye of Soul Catcher. He didn't need to calculate the precise use of soul power at all, and he didn't need to worry about whether the total amount of soul power would be exhausted in the short term, and all the difficult choices about quick victory or protracted war and delaying the later stage were meaningless in front of him. He can unscrupulously consume soul power to stimulate his combat power to the peak in a short period of time, and at the same time bring about the rapid decline of soul love that he expects, so that the greater the gap in the total soul power between him and the Netherworld, the more soul power he can plunder after the soul catching eye forces the enemy to divide it equally. In the process, the slightest mistake on the part of the Netherworld will result in a reaped of life.

The role of the night next to him should be to play a function similar to a reservoir for storing soul power, and the frost seems to leave half of the soul power that is plundered every time it is plundered, and store it in the night. He must be able to give in at any time.

It's just that there is another question that Treya didn't think clearly, that is, Frost seems to be able to consume a lot of soul power through fierce battles, so that his soul love can always jump to the low level of the ghost soul power, so what does Ma Ye use to greatly consume his soul power? Although he is remotely controlling the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring at the moment, he will consume some soul power, but the soul power he gets from Frost seems to be far more than that, so where does the rest of the soul power go?

However, in the midst of thousands of chaotic thoughts, a snow-white flash suddenly crossed her mind, like a hideous lightning suddenly tearing through the dark night sky.

An instinctive warning of death pierced her perception in an instant.

She turned her head eagerly, and the skirt of the goddess had broken into a huge gap at some point, and before she could repair it, the chains that shimmered with cold light were like a rapidly attacking poisonous snake, and instantly wrapped around her neck.

The strength of the chains grew stronger, and the sharp edges were embedded deep into the scissors of Treya's neck, blood running down her neck and down her collarbone. Treya's hands tugged at the chains, and the joints turned white.

Treya's breathing became more and more rapid and cloudy, and her white misty eyes trembled violently.

Slowly, her eyes returned to normal, and her clear eyes were like warm gems, but her pupils gradually dilated.

Eventually, the light in her eyes went out, like a bright star silently disappearing from the night sky.

She stopped struggling, stopped breathing, stopped her heartbeat.

Western Aslan Empire, Utur Ruins, Blood Altar

The Netherworld gradually calmed down the fear in his heart, and although he was disrupted by the completely unexpected situation at first, however, over the years, he had experienced more killing, fighting, and life-and-death battles than the two seemingly milky filial piety in front of him. He realized that his defeat was actually due to his contempt for the enemy in the first place, as long as he took them seriously, and regarded them as beings who could threaten his life, just like those people with great soul power in the condensed cave at the beginning, either you die or I die.

His heartbeat gradually stabilized, and the panicked expression on his face reverted to the relentless cruelty and banter that the Killing Lord possessed.

Although he didn't have Treya's accurate soul power perception, through the close battle, he also knew very well what was happening in front of him, and he also understood that Frost seemed to be plundering his soul power every time he looked into his eyes.

The Netherworld began to slow down its attack, guarding the drain of its soul power, while still being able to avoid Frost's attempts to capture soul power in close combat.

As a battle-hardened Killing Lord, after he calmed down, he understood that if he wanted to win in this battle that seemed impossible to win, he had to be patient, he had to resist the opponent's stormy attack without mistakes, and then in this attack, he caught a loophole in the opponent's attack, and then delivered a fatal blow.

Moreover, the more relentless the furious attack, the easier it is to expose the fatal weakness: the location of the Knight's Seal.

In the process of fighting, the flow of soul power is gentle under normal conditions, like an undercurrent hidden underground, and the sound of water can be heard clearly, but it is impossible to judge the direction and vein of the underground river. However, raising the combat power to the peak in a short period of time will inevitably allow the soul power to flow rapidly in the body, and under such a premise, the flow track of the soul power will be very obvious - so obvious that even if it does not have the characteristics of Treya's accurate soul power perception, it can still determine the location of the opponent's seal by distinguishing the convergence center of the soul power flow.

Under the frost's unreserved fierce attack, the position of his knighthood has long been exposed in front of the Netherworld: the position of the butterfly bone in the right rear.

What the Netherworld needs to do is to attack the Frost from the rear under the stormy attack, and melee combat is the Netherworld's strength.

His muscular body possessed the twin pinnacles of strength and agility. Ordinary people, if they work hard to train their strength and pursue power, they will definitely lose some of their agility and dexterity, and many assassins or killers who are skilled in agility and dexterity will be slightly weaker in strength, however, the Nether has found the best balance between the two. Under the premise of weak consumption of soul power, he can rely on his physical strength to deal with treacherous attacks from various angles like frost. But what is more troublesome is that the frosty body is too dexterous, and he seems to be aware that his violent attack has exposed the position of the knight's seal, and he has always tried to protect the position of his back. Moreover, I don't know if he predicted in advance that the Netherworld would be close to melee, the weapon he was holding at the moment was a short and sharp two-handed sword, dark gold in his left hand, and silver in his right hand, this kind of short scorpion fierce two-handed sword was closer to a dagger, and it had a very big advantage in close defense. Those two short swords don't have any special effects for the time being, and I don't know if they are ordinary weapons or Horcruxes from the soul mound.

The frost seemed to fly towards the Nether, the Netherworld jumped upward, and the frost-like broken blade slashed through the soles of his feet, however, not far in front of the frost, there was a sculpture, he stretched out a hand, slapped it hard at the sculpture, with the help of the rebound power, a dexterous turn from the air, towards the Netherworld, at this moment the Netherworld was already in mid-air, was falling, there was no object around him that could allow him to use force to change the trajectory and speed of the fall. This is exactly the prediction of frost.

The frost diffused like a two-handed sword light, like a black falcon striking at the back of the Netherworld. Netherworld sneered in his heart, it was now that D Ming suddenly sank his body from the air, accelerated and fell from a high altitude, and his frosty face suddenly turned cold.

No one knew how Netherworld did it, but everything happened extremely suddenly, Nether's rapidly falling body had landed, he was half-crouched on the ground, the frost seemed to pass over his head, he had no way to change his momentum in mid-air with any force, and Netherworld was ready to jump out of the state of attacking his back like lightning at any time. The frost is like a defenseless shoulder blade, locked in the sight of the netherworld.

Sizzle-

Suddenly, in the darkness, there was the sound of a poisonous snake spitting core.

But here, how can there be snakes?

Before he could think about it, three black vipers were already rushing towards the Netherworld, which could no longer chase the frost, otherwise, it would only meet the vipers that had already rushed towards him.

Nether waved the ice blade with his backhand, and the ice sword hit the snake's body, making a very strange sound, which was a dull sound, not the sound of hard scales, but the sound of hitting the surface of the water

Three large black snakes as thick as arms swam back and forth on the ground, enveloping the Netherworld.

Soul beasts? Not quite like that.

The three black snakes in front of him, all black, without scales wrapped all over their bodies, as if they were round and integrated, without the slightest crack or not, the surface of the poisonous snake reflected a clear highlight, looking like black venom and so on, black venom

Nether looked up and looked at the night in the distance.

He seemed to have expected the Nether to look at him, a mocking smile curling into his mouth. Raising his right hand, a sharp metal glove was on his hand, he gently slashed the palm of his left hand, then crouched down and pressed the back of his hand to the ground, he spread his palm, black blood surged out of his palm, turning into more black snakes, surging towards the Netherworld.

"You fight with blood, how did you do that?" Nether's pupils tightened into a narrow line, "What kind of monster are you?"

"There's so much you don't know, old man, you're outdated. After all these years, do you still think that Yaslan's fighting style is still stuck in the clumsy and stupid ** fighting of your generation?"

Inside the White Hell of the West Azlan Empire

Silverdust's footsteps echoed through the cave, his footsteps soft and cautious.

The temperature inside the cave is very low, and the entire rock wall of the cave is a lifeless dead gray, like a cave sleeping at the bottom of a frozen lake. There is almost no movement of air in the cave, and it seems that although the entire cave is large, it is not connected to the outside world, and it is a completely sealed space.

An indescribable sense of strangeness gradually rose in Silver Dust's heart.

The white cold air sank to the bottom of the cave, covering the ground, there was no obvious air movement, the cold air slowly changed shape, there was no obvious flow, however, there was a cold and eerie feeling constantly blowing from the depths of the cave, blowing on people's faces, like dead ghosts greedily licking at people. But this is not the source of that strange feeling, Silver Dust closed his eyes, and there was still no sign of any abnormal soul power around him, but there was an indescribable horror, like a shadow.

Something must have gone wrong, but what exactly is it?

The front of the silver dust of the heart guard gland illuminates a void area.

As with the ruins of Utur before it, the entire cavern was still devoid of light, and the darkness was like a viscous liquid, filling all the space in all directions.

With the light emitted by the heart goggles, Silver Dust looked at the cave buried in the depths of the cliff, the cave was not very high, but it was very deep, he walked in all the way, and he didn't see spasms, and the surrounding stone walls were covered with a layer of white powder that looked very strange, saying that it was powder, it was better to say that it was a white dot the size of a needle tip arranged neatly, densely packed and very neat.

The touch from under the feet of Silver Dust told him that what he was stepping on at the moment was no longer a hard rock. He lifted his leg and swung it a few times, the hem of the robe brushed away from the thick cold mist, and after the white vapor dissipated, Silver Dust saw that the ground at this moment was covered with countless white hay, which looked like withered reed leaves, one by one on the ground, and the color was lifeless gray. The color of the entire cave is this off-white reminiscent of the skin of the deceased.

That's why this place is called the White Hell, right?" Silver Dust thought as he looked down.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his foot hard from the cold below.

Western Aslan Empire, Utur Ruins, Blood Altar

On the ground paved with solid boulders, there were deep and shallow marks of chisel, black ice crystals shattered everywhere, and black liquid sprayed like plasma on the surrounding sculptures, walls, and ground.

It is a tragic battlefield, and the victor is about to raise his last blade and cut off the heads of his enemies.

And the loser can only watch the blade fall.

At this moment, the ghost fell to the ground, and countless deep bone scars bloomed all over his body, and the blood plasma had soaked his black robe to the fullest, and his face and hands were covered with dried blood.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, his vision blurred.

It was a long time before his vision became clear again, and he saw the frost and night in the distance lying in a pool of blood, his brow finally relaxed, and his cracked lips finally evoked the smile of the familiar locust, the sensual, powerful, and mysterious Lord of Slaughter.

He struggled to his feet, black ice crystals re-condensed in his hands, and he dragged his wounded legs as he walked heavily towards the frosty night, which he was no longer able to resist, and all he had to do was raise the victor's blade and it would be over.

After all these years, he still stands at the top of the killing, and no one has ever surpassed him.

"Not even you. The Nether looked at the frosty frost of fear at the moment, and there was no pity or sympathy in his expression. But he didn't rush closer, even at this moment, there was no soul power left in the body of the frost and the night, and he was dying. However, he will not make the same mistake, a fatal mistake, again.

He raised his black ice blade aloft and aimed far away at the frosty heart.

At this moment, his heroic and evil face was suddenly illuminated by a golden light, and the brilliant golden light was like a surging golden mist in an instant.

In the flickering light door, Qila's white and indifferent face came out of it.

His flowing robe still draped and supple, like a canopy cut from the dark night sky, his hair was not even messy, as if all the wars, fights and embarrassments were far away from him, he would always be the hermit who indifferently examined and judged everything in the long river of time, a hermit with no position, no emotion, no mercy, no malice, but also no good intentions. However, when he saw the whole body, holding the blade as if it were a demonic nether, his face changed significantly.

"Nether, what's going on?" said Kira, stepping out of the light door, facing Nether.

"Qira Dying betrayed the Silver Priest, he wanted to kill us, he helped the Heavenly Bouquet of Flowers open the door to the Blood Altar, letting go of Silver Dust and Qilin!" "Frost seemed to struggle to his feet from a pool of blood, he looked at Qira and said eagerly.

Qi La turned around and looked at the two young princes behind him who were already powerless to resist and were lying in a pool of blood, he turned his head and faced the Netherworld, his eyes suddenly rising with sharp killing intent.

"Chira, we've been deceived. "Nether's breath is very cloudy.

"You mean, by the two of them?" asked Zira.

"No, we were deceived by the Silver Priest. Nether raised her turquoise eyes and looked at Chira, there was no anger on his face, only a very tired despair, "The Silver Priests want to update the entire Aslan original royal system, and their mission is not to kill Lotus Spring and Silver Dust, but to kill me, Treya, and you. All original titles will be replaced. ”

Chira's eyes twitched violently, and a sharp chill gradually shrouded his beautiful face as snow, and he was silent for a moment, and finally turned to face the night and frost, and he gradually retreated, and he could only retreat, retreat to the camp that fought side by side with the Nether, for he could now clearly see that the night and frost, who had just been dying, had risen from the pool of blood, and a distinctly evil smile had risen on their faces, full of mockery, sympathy, pity, and the frenzy before the final killing.

"You finally get the idea. Although he couldn't see Chira's expression, he could see Kira's shoulders trembling with anger, and Netherworld lowered his head and smiled, and said mockingly, "Our generation of princes is about to disappear into history. ”

Qila retreated to the side of the Netherworld, and when he was about to be level with him, he suddenly turned around, and the golden soul power in his hand surged, and the Netherworld did not realize what was happening, but instinctively jumped backwards, and a golden wall of light swept towards him, slashing across his body.

Then, everything came to a standstill.

The gravel in the air, the fluttering robes, the blood-stained hair, slowly draw a serene bribe in the air.

Time seems to have slowed down an infinite number of times.

The whole person of the Netherworld seemed to be pulled into a river of time that was almost stagnant.

His sight, his hearing, his thinking, everything became extremely slow and bulky, as if he was struggling in a viscous swamp, gradually sinking, he knew that he was hanging in the air, but he did not know why he could be so slow as if he was weightless, as if he was struggling under the water.

The vision around him seemed to be slowly swallowed up by darkness, and his body felt a slow, sharp pain coming from somewhere.

He struggled to turn his eyes to look down, a simple gesture that seemed to take him a full minute to complete.

In his sight, the clean and tidy Qi La, smiling at himself frozen in mid-air at the moment, his smile is still so beautiful, beyond the shackles of gender and the shackles of time, his robe is like a blooming black snow lotus, and the huge petals in the air also seem to be solidified, blooming the most gorgeous.

The frost seemed to be the night, standing side by side on the left and the right side by side, the smiles of the three of them were so consistent, that was the real winner, the final smile.

That smile seems to say to yourself, you now, finally understand.

It seems that there is no air left for me to breathe, and my eyes can no longer move.

This is the last thing you can see.

- It's disgusting, these three smiling faces.

- I really want to kill them all.

- Filthy betrayer, why is it you who will be the last thing I see? It's disgusting.

- I want to see Treya.

- I want to see her face in the last picture before I die, D is afraid that she will kill me, I can smile.

- Treya, run away, no matter what you do, you must escape. You're so smart, you're going to survive, and help me kill these filthy scraps. Be sure to kill them.

- But I won't be able to protect you in the future.

- Therea.

The Western Empire of Aslan - Rennes City

In the dark night sky, a few lonely stars hung with it, and there were some dark clouds in the sky, which were surging heavily towards the center of the canopy.

The fishing boats in the fishing port were violently undulating with the core, and rarely slapped on the wooden stakes on the shore, shattering into countless splashes.

The liquor shops, inns, and street vendors on the streets closed their doors one after another, and even the latest supper restaurants blew out the lanterns hanging on the wooden shelves of the stoves.

Cold snow fell from the sky, enveloping the entire harbor city in a lonely cold.

An old lady led a child and trembled open a wooden door in a residential area that had fallen into disrepair.

The room was very dark, and the smell of dust that had not been inhabited for many years was blowing in the face.

"Grandma, why are we moving out of the county king's mansion, when can we go back?"

"Xingtao, we'll be here in the future. This is actually our home. There is no one in the county king's mansion anymore, and there will be no one in the future. ”

"Will the people from the county palace come back? I have a rag doll that is still there and has not been brought back. ”

"I don't think they should be able to come back, why are you opening the window, it's cold in winter. Close it and go to sleep. ”

"I just saw a star in the sky that seems to have fallen, did it fall into a monkey?"

"Nonsense, how could a star fall into a monkey. ”

"Really, grandma, you see, another one has just fallen, and there is a bright light, and it is gone. ”

"Xing Tao, you quickly enter the quilt. Grandma tells you a story, and you listen to it while you fall asleep. You know, the stars in the sky look very, very bright, people always look up at them, how brilliant, beautiful, and shining? But, actually, they're all cold, because they're all too tall. Besides, they seem to be flickering in the night sky all the time, but in fact, we don't even notice that they are quietly changing all the time. We thought that the night sky would not change for thousands of years, but in fact, every day may be different from the night sky of the previous day, and some stars may have disappeared quietly. But we just didn't pay attention. That's because there are always new stars to replace the original ones that are too old to shine anymore, and there are always so many stars in the night sky, so no one cares if there are a few fewer today, and if there will be a few fewer the day after tomorrow. ”

"But, I care. ”

"Silly boy, why do you care, there are so many stars in the sky, and there are brighter, more beautiful, and more shining ones. ”

"When I was in the county king's mansion, in the basement where our servants lived, my room only had a small window with a round hole, grandma, do you remember? Every night when I went to bed, I would look out of the window, and I would see two very beautiful stars that were shining and shining all the time. Although there are many stars in the sky, my world is only open to this window for the time being, so I can only see two of them. For me, they are the stars that are unique to me in the world, and if one day, they disappear, I will definitely be sad because when I sleep at night, there will be no stars with me anymore. The dark night sky looks so scary, so lonely. ”

"Actually, the stars are more lonely. ”

"Why? The two outside my window, they are so close to each other every night, flashing and twinking, talking to each other all the time. I think the big one must like the small one, and the big one has always wanted to protect the small one from being taken away by the birds. They're not lonely. ”

"Xingtao, in fact, they are in the sky, they are far away, and they can't hear each other, so they can only guess and think, it's not happy today, it just flashed twice, is it talking to me They are in the night sky, in fact, they are very lonely"

"Grandma, isn't it cold in the sky?"

"It's cold, and it's lonely. So you think, they have been lonely and shining, in that cold and unforgiving dark night sky, it is not easy to hold on for so long. So, if it's gone, it means they're tired and going to sleep⊥ like you are now, they're going to sleep. ”

"What if the two stars that disappeared just now happen to be the two outside my window?"

"No, even if it is, when you grow up, you will have bigger windows and a wider sky, and at that time, there will be more stars with you, and you won't remember those two. ”

- No, I'll remember. Because I grew up with those two stars. There are only two of the most beautiful stars in my night sky.

Turning the child sideways, her body shrunk into the warm quilt, she buried her face in the pillow, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and felt very uncomfortable.

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