The white flames were connected one by one into a sea of fire, "hissing" and spitting out one fire dragon after another, and the scorching waves of fire were surging, baking the earth inch by inch.

No matter what flowers, trees, or whatever, are engulfed by the flames, even the earth, visible to the naked eye, is constantly falling.

The scorching air swelled wildly, crackling and making a sound similar to a roar.

Jin Li held the staff in his hand, looking at the white flame of light indifferently, a huge magic array appeared under his feet, wisps of light power continued to escape from the staff, and submerged into the magic array rotating under his feet, all kinds of mysterious patterns flashed, disappeared, and turned into a huge light shield, enveloping the whole place.

As the existence of the eighteen god-killing gods in the organization, Jin Li ranked seventh among the eighteen people in terms of control, and in Jin Li's hands, any trace of holy light would appear where it should appear, so that it could burst out with unimaginable power, this kind of powerful computing power even the magic saints who had been immersed in magic for seventy or eighty years would be amazed.

With the delay of time, when fine beads of sweat began to ooze from Jin Li's face, the flames burned to the extreme, and a crack quietly appeared in the air, like a black giant mouth greedily engulfing the world, and a strange force shuttled through the crack.

Seeing this crack, Jin Li's eyes suddenly lit up, this is what he has been waiting for, it is the most important link in all his plans, it can be said that without this crack, all his plans would become incomplete, become less perfect, and even fail.

And once you have this rift, it's different, what is it? It's the source of one of the most powerful forces in the world -- space.

"Return, my elf. ”

Jin Li was not kept, his body was shocked, his black hair was dancing, and the momentum of the whole person skyrocketed all of a sudden, and the strength that belonged to the eight days level was completely exposed to the sun, and eight great sun phantoms appeared behind him, like eight fireballs, setting off Jin Li.

"Come back. ”

Jin Li groaned, the staff in his hand was held high, wisps of white light continued to flow from the palm of his hand to the staff, just for a moment, a surging power bloomed from the staff, and the dazzling light was like a big day, suspended in the sky above Jin Li.

"Nine days in the sky, the ancient kingdom, return. ”

Jin Li roared, with madness in his eyes, borrowing the power of nine days in eight days, this is his most powerful power at present, behind him, the eight Great Sun phantoms continued to tremble, among which the dazzling white light flickered wildly, and the unstable aura permeated the Great Sun, and the eight silver chains were like swords out of the sheath little by little from the phantom.

"Roar~"

Jin Li roared, the staff in his hand was raised high, the dazzling light swelled violently, and then collapsed all of a sudden, a piercing click sounded continuously, Jin Li's eyes suddenly became difficult to see, his eyes were full of desperate determination, in the case of necessity, this was his last resort.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the magic array that was spinning wildly frantically froze for a moment, and a mysterious trajectory that was being outlined was interrupted in an instant, and the next moment, the veins disappeared little by little, and a transparent light shield in the sky shattered in an instant.

The levee has burst!

The powerful momentum of the eighth day of Jinli, the destruction of the collapse of the ninth great sun, and the black crack that burned and appeared, at this moment, it was revealed in front of the world, and the earth-shattering momentum was like a turbulent wave in the sea, roaring and roaring, accompanied by the cold wind to vent out to the entire Cosmo grassland.

Cosmo Giant City, on the dark city walls, soldiers in black armor watched vigilantly at the boundless grasslands in the north, and sifted through layers of grass and trees to guard against possible wind and grass.

In the northwest corner of the city wall, a house hung with dense beast heads suddenly opened the door, and a general in black soft armor appeared on the city wall.

"General. ”

Dozens of soldiers clenched their fists and bowed their heads, their voices full of awe and fear, this is the executioner who slaughtered tens of thousands of beasts, and it is also the invincible god of war in the hearts of their soldiers.

The general stared into the distance, his thin lips pursed together, his eyes were sometimes fierce and sometimes puzzled, and after a moment, he waved his hand violently and shouted: "Get out." ”

A murderous aura rose into the sky, a heavy smell of blood permeated, and a pale red fighting aura flashed with nine ripples and rushed out into the distance.

In the distance, the cold wind howled, and the cold that could freeze the bones continued to invade the skin, taking away trace after trace of temperature.

The beast emperor **** stood on the top of the mountain with his fierce muscles, and dozens of frozen and stiff corpses at his feet were lying upright on the ground, staring at the world with godless and miserable eyes, nostalgic for the last warmth.

Dozens of lives, yesterday were still looking forward to the future, telling their former pride, but today, they can only be distributed in the snow and become food for other races.

"Roar~"

The Beast Emperor roared, his eyes blood-red, looking at the south, the naked hatred in his eyes was so clear that people couldn't open their eyes.

"I'm going to let you die!"

With one claw, the towering mountain peaks shattered, and the Beast Emperor stood in the pile of rubble, letting the snow water flow down from his body, repeating the oath word by word.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the Beast Emperor's eyes jumped, and the chaotic stones under his feet instantly turned into smashes, and a happy roar echoed between heaven and earth.

At the same time, Cosmo Cathedral

Misher stood under the tall statue of the god of light, his face was old, and his white robe hung down quietly. Like a white statue, he had been standing like this for nearly an hour, and in this hour he had been waiting, waiting for a result.

The darkness was pervasive, the light was swallowed up, and the so-called immortal holy light could only turn into a wisp of green smoke, and the feeling of emptiness, dimness, and eternity made him tremble.

Finally, the darkness receded, and Miser opened his eyes, looking at the chapel in front of him with vicissitudes of life, and there was a hint of excitement hidden in his eyes, and he was expecting, expecting Tours to push open the door and throw the holy bead at his feet, wantonly humiliating himself.

Time flowed again, and there was silence in the chapel, without any breath, and the people inside seemed to have disappeared, even under the perception of the Holy Class of Mither.

Misher became uneasy in vain, and at this moment, he desperately wanted to know what was going on inside, desperate to push open the door in front of him.

He slowly lifted his hand, his cheeky fingers slowly resting on the doorknob, and now, with a single effort, he could know everything he wanted to know.

"Huh?"

Miser frowned, the door of his fingertips gave him a very uneasy feeling, and with the slight force of his fingertips, his heart actually began to beat with horror.

Without hesitation, he flicked his long white sleeves and retreated backwards as quickly as possible.

"Boom!"

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the roar of the power of light mixed with the roar of Turs was frantically vented.