"Boy, if you meet me, count the good fortune you have cultivated in several lifetimes, with me, it is no problem for you to gallop the entire continent. ”

"Brother Feng Ren, promise to be gentle...... Don't go back, okay?"

"Hey, Xiao Fengren, you listen to me, if you dare to leave me alone, believe it or not, I beat you so badly?"

"You little fellow, you have to bear the pain silently again, haven't you said it many times, if there is anything unpleasant, say it, and my sister will help you share it. ”

"What do you want me to say?"

......

Countless voices intertwined and sounded in his mind, like a dream, but the consciousness that Feng Ren had gradually lost in the severe pain recovered a little, and the pain from his chest to his whole body was still raging in the meridians, and his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

This kind of muddy pain is ...... Really going to die?

A wry smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, his expression changed suddenly, and his pale face was full of gloom and unwillingness.

Not to mention that there are still so many people waiting for me, if I fall here, then what will happen to the Southern Continent, will it really become a dead land?

It's a pity that the indignation in my heart is surging, my limbs are still weak, the pain continues to spread, and bursts of cold are thrown into my body, slowly freezing on my heart.

Feng Ren tried to move a few times, but he couldn't do it, the vision in front of him was still blurred, the wind in his ears was still whistling, and the feeling of confusion permeated his mind again.

Pain, deboning pain, weakness. I'm tired, tired, I don't even want to move a finger anymore.

It's better to sleep like this, and when you wake up, you may be all better, and your body full of vitality can fulfill your unfulfilled wishes.

Yes, just close your eyes and sleep.

A deep sense of tiredness appeared all over his body, and his blurred vision completely disappeared, and his eyes turned into endless darkness as he closed his eyes. Consciousness was passing, the pain seemed to be reduced, and the whole body became heavier and heavier, more and more tired......

"I want to kill him, I want to pass this level!"

"Artymore, you can wipe out our lives, but you can't destroy the human will!"

"Brother Feng Ren, you promised me, you can't have anything, you must come back alive!"

A few scoldings suddenly resounded in his ears, and his whole body trembled, and at that moment, the previous vague consciousness gradually regained consciousness, and the severe pain hit again, but on the contrary, it made his spirit concentrate, and his eyes suddenly opened.

The vision was still blurry, but the hearing was not affected from beginning to end, and a cruel laugh fell with the sound of the approaching wind: "Stupid ants, since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you first!"

The next moment, the sound of the palm wind whistling was startled, and there was a dull sound of collision in the void, and a few low snorts of pain could be faintly heard.

At that moment, a strong sense of uneasiness arose in Feng Ren's heart, and the slightest bit of energy was instinctively re-condensed in his body. The weak internal energy flow is like a small ripple falling into the calm water of a lake, gently flickering, but it does not cause much waves.

However, under that calm, there was a flash of bright light, and the array that had been silent for a long time trembled slightly, accompanied by twenty-eight droplet-shaped crystals flickering with a flickering milky white light, and the strange power jumped in the ancient and exquisite lines, the array turned again, and the power of light and darkness quickly blended, and the amazing power that erupted did not provoke violent fluctuations, but spiraled up under accurate control, which was very stable, and turned into an endless stream of new power into the meridians that had already dried up.

I saw Feng Ren's eyes suddenly glare, his left eye was golden and divine, and his right eye was as black as ink, deep as night. The falling figure stopped instantly, and circles of pale ripples spread out from his body and lingered around his body, condensing into the twenty-eight obscure star formation that was completely consistent with the dantian.

With a few wisps of wind passing by, the pattern of the formation turned into a phantom and dissipated, but the powerful power that rose again remained in the unyielding body, and the final judgment slowly awakened.

"Atimore, damn it's you!"

The roar shook the sky, and Feng Tenacity's figure that almost directly broke through the spatial constraints flashed in front of Artymor in an instant, blocking Raynal, Huo Yun, and Feng Soft, who were repelled by one of his moves, raised their hands in front of them to raise their hands is a sword, and the pitch-black cold light slashed obliquely in the void, and there were even a few traces of pale gold at the edge of the cold ripples.

Laugh at!

Gathering momentum, he shattered under the roar of sword intent, and through the fierce agitation, a line of deep cold slashed at Artimore's body again, and the powerful impact force lifted his tall, thin and withered body into the air, shattering the clouds. Slender sword marks were carved into his robe, and he could even see wisps of vague souls rushing out of the cracks, and finally dissipate and wither.

Looking back, Feng Ren's gaze fell on the people who were surprised and then happy, and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry to worry you." I am bound to win this battle. ”

At the same time, his soft and drooping right palm twisted slightly, and his wrist was haunted by a circle of pale golden light that appeared out of thin air, and a slight sound of bones running-in came. Soon, the Dark Chasing Blade was changed to his right hand, and the five fingers of his left hand raised his grip, and the stardust tears that fell in the distance suddenly hummed, turning into a brilliant silver rainbow and flying back into his palm.

The next blow will tell you the winner!

High in the air, Artimore's scarred body slowly descended, and his face, which was as withered as rotten wood, had more wrinkles, and the second sword mark on his chest was also rapidly healing in the scarlet viscous light that was released from his body, but both he and Feng Ren knew very well the consequences of such healing, that is, to consume thousands of human souls that had been absorbed and imprisoned by him before.

Each time he did this, his strength dropped by one level.

Now, almost reaching the edge of the Dao Emperor Rank, it is in danger, and it will be reduced to the Emperor Rank at any time.

On the other hand, under the outbreak of the dual power of the Dark Chasing Blade and the Dark Dragon Jue, there is also the power of the Seven Emperors rising due to the burning anger in his heart, and the Twenty-Eight Obscure Star Formation Diagram rotates and adjusts, and these violent forces converge in one place, completely controlled by him temporarily, and the power is incomparable.

"Why, why! Why do you have to resist me, and why are you able to fight to such a step! I don't accept it, hundreds of years of business, nearly a thousand years of dormant natural disasters, in exchange for such a result?"

Artimore threw his head back and roared, bordering madness.

"Because, evil prevails over good. ”

Feng Ren sighed lightly, slashed his two swords, jumped out, and the last sword roar resounded in the sky.

However, what he didn't expect was that Artymor would be torn apart in the air, turning into a burst of black mist and dissipating out of thin air, and the deep cold slash of the twin swords fell into the air, only tearing the space apart and distorting it.

Suddenly tilting his head to look, Feng Ren noticed the other party's place for the first time, but it was the figure that reappeared on the top of the head of the Netherworld Ghost Dragon King, and leaned over and pressed it.

However, instead of ordering the Nether Ghost Dragon King to flee with him, Artimore caused the opponent's huge shadow body to tremble violently, and his body suddenly became illusory, shattering into wisps of black mist and merging into his outstretched palms.

One of the overlords of the Four Royals of the Undead turned into food for this trapped beast in an instant!

Looking at Feng Ren's somewhat incredulous gaze, Artymor slowly got up and sneered, "What's the matter, if I hadn't given it strength, why would it have been the king of the Nether Ghost Dragon Clan after the separation, and even surpassed the previous one in terms of strength." I gave it back at the beginning, but now I've got it back. It's like the Dark Chaser in your hand, and I want to take it back too!"

When the words fell, he flipped his palms, and the surging cold aura roared again, and two huge pitch-black clutches poked out from the spatial cracks that were torn apart in an instant, and the demon eyes in his palms suddenly opened and glared.

"No one should take my sword. ”

With a snort, the ten wings behind him shook suddenly, and the flying figure was unprecedentedly fast, and the two whistling cold sword lights did not shy away, heading towards the two demon eye palms that reappeared.

Ping!

One silver and one black, two sword lights roared horizontally, and the different Sen Leng slashed the same sword intent of annihilation, the demon eye was shattered, the giant palm was destroyed, and the remaining cold resentment was still under the control of Artimore, but it shook again, blocking the double swords that continued to approach, and forcibly blocked the two deadly cold rays.

"Resign yourself to your fate, Artimore!"

The wind roared, and the terrifying aura surging in the meridians was completely injected into the arms and transmitted to the wrists, and the dark blade and the stardust tears also descended, and the cold and fatal slashed into the fluctuating invisible barrier, slowly tearing apart Artimore's last support.

It's just that at the same time, a hint of sadistic sneer from Artymore and an exclamation from his back came to Feng Ren's ears at the same time, and at the moment in his heart, he also instantly felt a trace of something right.

An astonishing aura of déjà vu quickly rose from the ground, and the recondensed huge shadow body reappeared under the heavenly dome, and the gloomy Sen Ran roared behind him.

This breath ...... Death Celestial Dragon!

"How is that possible?"

Feng Ren was startled, and subconsciously looked back, the truth was just as he felt in his heart, under the huge pitch-black bone wings that spread out hideously, the terrifying body of the Death God Dragon that lingered in pitch-black shadows was almost the same as before, and there was only a trace of scarlet blood dripping from the strange bones.

Reacting in an instant, he looked down at the earth, and the sea of blood gathered was much less, and the rich resentment filled with it was all turned into a cold undead power at this moment and was devoured in the body of the reborn Death God Dragon.

"The Death Celestial Dragon is immortal, do you think you can kill it with the trick you just made?

Artimore smiled wildly and flipped his palms.

At the same time, the Death Celestial Dragon also moved, the pitch-black mist rolled out from all around, the death realm reappeared in the void, and under the fluctuation of the viscous and suppressed aura, its six sharp claws clung and pulled, and the invisible terrifying power suddenly emerged.

At that moment, Feng Ren's expression changed, and his arms were about to swing his sword to meet the attack, but he never thought that there would be a trace of coldness in his blood that almost froze the flow of blood, and the powerful binding power was gathered in the void, as if he was chained with countless shackles all over his body, and the heavy imprisonment instantly sealed all the power, and he couldn't move at all.

Raising his head and roaring, sitting still has never been his style, if he can't swing his sword, there is only one means of counterattack left, the most helpless move, if he can choose, he will definitely not use it again.

This body, which is full of the dual power of light and darkness, once it bursts, it is absolutely impossible to survive at such a close distance, whether it is Artymor or the Death Celestial Dragon.

That kind of jade is burned, although it is currently controlled in the meridians, but Feng Ren is very sure that he can do it.

"It's ironic, it's hard to be reborn, and it won't be long before I have to step forward again. Could it be that this is my destiny?"

He smiled sadly, and was about to urge the last few shreds of strength, when the eyes that looked up at the sky suddenly widened, and at the same time, a huge figure descended from the gap in the clouds.

How could it be, it was? Why, it was here!

It wasn't just him who noticed the vision, Artimore also suddenly looked up, and clearly saw a huge figure falling with a bang, and it actually came directly behind the Death Celestial Dragon, and the realm of death was bound in front of it, like a void.

The eight wings trembled, and four huge blood claws suddenly poked out, grabbing the wings of the Death Heavenly Dragon and the top two arms respectively, and under the disbelieving gaze of everyone, the shadow bones were torn apart, and the parts that were forcibly torn off were thrown into the sky at will by the huge figure that appeared.

Immediately after, the blood claw came out again, grabbed the remaining four arms of the Death Celestial Dragon, and pulled it again.

This time, not only was the arm torn off, but the entire shadow body of the Death Celestial Dragon was torn in two, and the shattered countless shadow bones fell into the sky like raindrops, and after the remnants of the black mist lingered, another huge and majestic body was suspended in the air.

It was a giant dragon, its dark purple scales shining in the sunlight shining through the clouds, its eight wings and four claws, and the protruding spikes on its body were all filled with vague spatial ripples, and there was a trace of more and more mysterious fluctuations.

Soon, its body suddenly blurred again, its flesh and blood were broken and turned into debris and drifted away in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, only a skeleton as white as jade was still suspended in the air, and on top of the skeleton, there was still a layer of water droplets, as if it had just thawed from the ice.

Feng Ren couldn't be clearer, the short-lived dragon in front of him just now was the frozen dragon bone he had seen in the Heavenly Scar Sect at the beginning, but he didn't expect that it would be able to break through the seal and come here, and even wipe out the Death Heavenly God Dragon head-on.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly...... Aha, I still want to find you, but I didn't expect to come out by myself! With you, even if the Death Heavenly Dragon falls, so what?"

Artymor trembled and smirked, completely ignoring the collapse of his aura caused by the fall of the Death God Dragon, and ignoring the tenacity that had unlocked the confinement, he passed directly past him towards the keel, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the bloody eyes of the Scourge on his forehead reappeared.

Unexpectedly, the keel moved again at this moment, and the skull fell down, and a little brilliance jumped from the huge hollow eye socket, which fell on Artymore's forehead.

The figure froze suddenly, and Artymor snorted in pain, and instantly stepped back in a panic, only to see a trace of dirty blood splashing from the cracked flesh on his forehead, and the caracal eye writhed his body, as if trying to break free from it.

"It's been a thousand years since you've been dead, why do you still have such power? Do you want to reclaim the eyes you once lost? No way!"

Artimore let out a deep sigh, his palms flipped again, and a cold black mist quietly surged between his ten fingers.

It's a pity that before his movements were completed, he froze again, and at the same time, his whole body trembled violently, and when he looked down, he saw a pitch-black blade piercing out of his chest.

"Ignoring my existence will end badly. ”

Wind Tough snorted fiercely, and the dark chaser swept away, and at the same time, Stardust Tears slashed diagonally, slashing at Artimore's back again.

Laugh at!

The dirty blood flew, and the opponent's body trembled and fell into the sky, but he still refused to give up, and as soon as his palms were closed, a column of pitch-black fluctuations suddenly spread out, condensing into a death scythe in the void and swinging.

Ping!

A sword slashed, the giant scythe shattered, Feng Ren's face sank, and he fell down, and the cold of the double sword roared wantonly stirred the sky.

"Artimore, don't you understand? Your delusions are over! With your own selfish selfish pretenses of reviving the undead, you can kill tens of millions of living beings without fear for the sake of your own strength, and this alone will not succeed. Why rebel against you? It is because your rule brings only despair, and every human being, nay, every living being, is disgusted from the bottom of his bones by the delusional decision that determines the fate of others. Why don't you give up? That's because as long as you are alive, the hope of victory and the joy of cheering will not be dissipated, the bonds between our companions, the words and laughter when we get together, these are all we seek, and they will not disappear until the last moment! These determine your doom? If you want to dominate the whole continent, it will not be possible to give you another 10,000 years!"

Snort!

The twin swords danced wantonly, roaring with every slash with unyielding dignity, and pouring out with every thrust was an unswerving will to die.

Looking at the blood stains and broken clothes flying in the sky, feeling the countless remnants scattered wildly, and finally Feng Ren raised his head and roared, and secretly chased the Stygian Blade out of his hand, and stabbed through Artimore's words, and then nailed his entire body to the earth, merging into the sea of blood.

Burst!

The flesh and blood on his forehead burst, and the Scourge Caracal finally took the opportunity to break free from his grasp and slowly ascended into the void.

The last of his strength was also passing, and Artimore's eyes were only pale with confusion, and his scarred arm slowly lifted and pointed into the air.

In the next moment, a brilliant sword rainbow was shot down in the air, and under the poignant deep cold, what descended was the final judgment of mankind on the undead!

Rumble!

The earth trembled and sunken, and the converging sea of blood slowly sank into the abyss, and the dark chaser blade nailed to the rock wall stood alone, and the decaying body that was restrained by it finally returned to dust and was completely destroyed.

Artymor the Undead Destiny, fallen.

(The 5,000-word chapter is dedicated, and the battle of the dead in the seventh volume is over, and the next plot, hehe, how can it be spoiled?)

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