"What the hell?"

Feng Ren was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand and leaned in front of him with a sword, trying to resist the sudden riot of the natural calamity.

At the same time, Desimon was also in his heart, but at the moment when he was about to make a move, he suddenly hesitated, and his movements stopped in mid-air without a follow-up. He also wanted to see, or rather bet, what would happen if he went on like this.

And when the wind was gentle, the pitch-black light emitted from the scarlet pupil of the Scourge Caracal had quietly disappeared, just as suddenly as it appeared, and there was no trace to be found.

Feng Tena, who was illuminated by the strange light, froze in place, maintaining a sword-holding posture and remained motionless, like an old monk in a trance. His eyes were dim, as if his soul had been stripped of their hollowness. At the center of the eyebrows, a pale magic eye symbol appeared, but it quickly merged into the flesh and blood in the blink of an eye, and there was no trace.

"Don't go over!"

Desimon's cross arm is soft in the wind, and at the same time, the five fingers of his other hand are spread out in front of him, ready to respond to a possible sudden attack.

This time, Feng Rou didn't struggle, standing quietly beside DeSimon, just staring intently at Feng Ren's every move in front of him, and the two fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

After a long time, Feng Ren's body suddenly shook, his eyes regained his look, and he looked at the natural disaster with a puzzled face, and then turned his head to look at Desimon and Feng Gentle on the side, and there was a little confusion, and he was about to walk over, but he was immediately stopped by Desimon.

"Stop, don't move!"

With a wave of his hand, a bright green condensed blade was transformed into a sharp blade in Desimon's palm, and he turned his head at the same time and drank softly towards the wind: "Ask him something that both of you know, it is impressive, the longer it is now, the better." ”

"Huh?" the wind was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.

If he is forcibly snatched away now, the other party will not be able to accept all his memories in such a short period of time, and it is impossible to answer them at the first time. DeSimon explained briefly, in a very urgent tone.

Feng nodded softly and said, "Brother Feng Ren, what was the gift you gave me on my seventh birthday?"

Feng Ren replied without thinking: "I carved a little wolf out of wood with my own hands, because you secretly raised one at the beginning, but it was found by the Great Elder and forcibly released back into the mountain forest. I couldn't find it, so I had to do that. ”

"That's right, even these words are the same as they were back then. Feng nodded softly, and also trotted over from Desimon's let go of his arm, carefully examining Feng Ren's body, and didn't notice anything different.

However, no one present noticed that a very slender rune mark appeared at the end of the blade of the Burning Nirvana, which merged with the inscription on the previous position and turned into a new pattern, but it was also seven points similar to before.

At this point, Desimon breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't get the desired result, but the guess he was most worried about in his heart also didn't appear.

"It seems that something is wrong. Can you try again?" even though he knew that the odds were slim, he still didn't want to give up.

Feng Ren nodded, and his gaze swept to the Scourge Eye not far away.

But before he could step out, Wind Gentle stepped forward first, her arms outstretched between him and the Scourge Eyes.

"Brother Feng Ren, don't go. It's too dangerous, and the next time it's likely to be even more unpredictable than just now. Do you please, please, please? At the end, the gentle voice of the wind whimpered a little, and it seemed that tears could slide down his face at any moment.

"I can't promise you. As said earlier, we have no choice. Feng Ren shook his head, and reached out to push Feng Rou away and make way for himself.

It was at that moment that change reappeared.

The natural scourge eyes that had been thought to have calmed down once again appeared in large ripples, deeper than the previous pitch black, and there seemed to be some viscousness.

"Gently, get out of the way!"

Feng Ren exclaimed, and instantly stepped forward to block in front of Feng Qing's body, and the Burning Silence Nirvana in his hand turned into dozens of sharp streamers like a torrential rain, all of which pierced into the darkness.

Reverse sword robbery, rainstorm meteor.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that this time the fluctuations of the Cataclysmic Eye were completely useless, and all the pitch-black ripples were shattered one by one under the wind tenacious sword momentum, and quickly dissipated in the void.

Immediately afterward, the Scourge Eye fell silent again, and the levitating height dropped slightly by less than half an inch.

At that moment, the entire Imprisonment Circle was even more radiant, and the rich life force quietly fluctuated.

"Huh, it worked?" DeSimon exclaimed, and soon his face showed joy, and his eyes turned to Feng Ren: "Well done, you really did it!"

Feng Ren looked puzzled: "Really, but I don't know what I did. So, is it really okay?"

"It should be fine. The fluctuations of the Cataclysmic Eye were nearly seventy percent weaker than before, and this had never happened even during the heyday of the life realm. Well done! Now, all that's left is the guys out there. Even if it is a gloomy lunar eclipse tonight, the Scourge Caracal Eye has been sealed more completely, and the power of the life realm has been completely weakened. In that case, the winner is not certain. DeSimon's face was full of excitement and joy, and he looked full of confidence, as if he had won the battle.

The three of them then left the separate space together.

Less than a quarter of an hour after they left, a crisp cracking sound came from the Scourge's eyes, and three or four cracks appeared on the dark golden surface.

......

As night falls, the lonely mountain peaks standing above the field are the most striking in themselves. But now, the most conspicuous thing is not this peak that stands out from the crowd, but the army of hundreds of thousands of undead that surrounds it, almost covering the land.

In the air, the Blood Clan and the Nether Ghost Dragon had formed a formation to form an arc and surrounded the top of the mountain.

In the distance, the platform dragged by the three Nether Dragons still did not change its first position, and Artymore, who sat on the throne, finally put down the goblet in his hand, and kept staring at the full moon hanging in the sky, the light was dim and white, and a black shadow was already cast on the edge.

"The time is about the same. The order went down, and when the eclipse began, the Blood Clan led an army of 50,000 skeletons to attack, targeting those troublesome tree spirits. As for the Boulder Clan, it's all up to the Nether Ghost Dragon to deal with. The Darkclan is on standby with the rest of the skeleton army, and is not allowed to go out without my orders. However, if there are other disturbers on the periphery, they will be killed directly. As for that Shengxin guy, I'll just come in person. ”

Artimore smirked, his outstretched hand in the void, as if he had the entire moon in his own hand.

"Darkness, come. ”

As if hearing his call, the full moon, which was already dimly lit, was blocked by a drifting dark cloud, and the sky and the earth were even darker.

Feng Ren, who was also looking at the sky above, became more and more nervous in his heart, facing such a huge army of pressure, even if it was a human army, he felt that there would be a sense of oppression, not to mention the army of the undead that represented death itself.

On his side, Feng Qing, who was holding the double swords in his hands, did not look at the hideous undead creatures in the sky and the earth, and his eyes stayed on Feng Ren.

For her, it doesn't matter who she fights or what the final outcome is. As long as it's always by his side, that's enough.

"There should be a quarter of an hour left before the lunar eclipse. Until then, if there's anything you can't worry about, you can tell me. If you have an accident and I can survive the war, I'll help you relay the message. DeSimon joked that he hadn't been nervous since the afternoon, even though he knew in his heart that he was inferior to Artymour.

"The only thing I want to say now is, shut your crow's mouth, shall you? Although it is very likely that one day you will be in a certain place, but in any case, the later that day comes, the better. Feng Ren snorted, but the hand holding the sword always trembled slightly involuntarily, and he felt that his palm was a little sticky, as if he was sweating.

Outside the realm of life, there are already hundreds of domain-level powerhouses alone, among which there are more than twenty high-level powerhouses who are more than sevenfold, and there is even Artimore, an undead heavenly destiny who is already clearly at the Dao level.

This scene was the most dangerous he had ever encountered.

Although it is said that the camp on his side is not weak, and there are many middle-level powerhouses in the Dryad and Giant Rock Clan, but after all, the total number and strength are still a lot worse.

At the foreground were eight members of the Giant Rock Clan, each holding a somewhat withered trunk in their hands, which was said to have been refined from the dead torso of a domain-level strength tree spirit, and the material was extremely hard, no less than a rare metal.

Behind them, five tree spirits with somewhat different shapes stood there a little impatiently, shaking their bodies from time to time, as if they couldn't help but want to rush up and kill. Compared to ordinary dryads, their trunks and branches and leaves are dark green, and the two eyes reveal a scarlet bloodthirsty light similar to that of the Nether Ghost Dragon, and the overall is less stable and peaceful than the dryad, but is filled with violent killing intent.

The mutant species in the Dryads is also the more combat-inclined branch of this race, the Warmad Dryads. They possess more ferocious power, greater speed, but they have sacrificed the amazing resilience and defensiveness of the dryads. However, when used in such a large-scale operation, it is obviously more worthy of the name of a weapon of mass destruction.

In the tense atmosphere, time passed minute by minute.

A quarter of an hour later, Artimore suddenly closed the five fingers of his raised palm, closed his eyes and smiled.

I saw that the shadow on the edge of the full moon hung in the night sky, and the light was even dimmer.

Soon, the pitch-black began to eat away at its miserable white surface, gradually staining it black, darkening the sky and the earth, and at the same time spreading a cold air, as if winter had arrived early.

It didn't take long for the full moon to be completely eroded by pitch black, and the only remaining people in the sky were shadows.

At that moment, all the undead armies on the ground chanted along with the Dark Iron Riders, roaring with bloodthirsty killing intent in the rage.

And the entire mountain peak also trembled slightly at this moment, and invisibly, a certain layer of enchantment quietly faded a lot.

In an instant, the sound of flapping wings in the air startled, and ten Nether Ghost Dragons quickly swooped down, followed by several Blood Clans with sharp swords.

At the same time, the earth trembled, and tens of thousands of skeleton armies collectively charged, rushing like a tide towards the mountains ahead.

When the moon is dark, the battle for survival has begun......

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