Chapter 697 Sing an elegy for a lost life

Pieces of Realm Lords were wiped out in the Pollution Array, turning into regular characters and escaping.Every second, there were Realm Lords who died, and the number of Realm Lords who had fallen in the Savage Continent in the past tens of thousands of years was less than a second at this moment.

In just one minute, there were more than 10,000 realm masters left in the field, and only about 10,000, almost one-third of the weight, were killed by Chen Shuo. In his mind, that budding special feeling almost filled his entire mind.

However, suddenly, there was a sudden change in the field. The several realm lords who rushed towards him, in Chen Shuo's surprised gaze, their momentum soared, and their strength improved from comprehending the rules of one to comprehending the rules of two percent!

However, whether it is one percent or two percent, in the face of Chen Shuo's absolute strength, it is all vain. These Realm Lords still didn't hold out for even a second in the Desolate Array. However, when these Realm Lords died, there were other Realm Lords, and their strength increased!

Chen Shuo's face showed caution, and after killing thousands of realm lords, he suddenly found that the strength of the remaining realm lords had all been improved by a factor, and even, the strongest of them had already comprehended the rules of forty percent and produced preliminary spiritual wisdom!

"What's going on, why have the strength of these realm masters started to improve?" Chen Shuo muttered to himself, unclear about the situation.

At this time, the few realm masters in the distance who had developed a preliminary sanity because of their advanced strength and comprehension of the rules of the Forty Percent were no longer blindly sent to death in the face of Chen Shuo, the killing god, but began to hesitate and fear, and hesitated in place.

Chen Shuo, is eyes flashed with a cold light, these realm masters who comprehend the rules of the forty percent, in terms of harm, even above those ordinary realm masters, since they can advance today, then who knows if they will grow stronger in the future?

Chen Shuo's eyes jumped with ghost fire, stretched out his hand, and pointed out from afar in the air to those places where he comprehended the rules of the Forty Percent Realm Lords, and the barren ones were displayed, and he immediately killed these realm masters one by one.

However, this is still a palliative rather than a cure. It seemed that every time an old Realm Lord died, a more powerful new Realm Lord would be promoted, and when the number of Realm Lords on the spot was nearly less than half, Chen Shuo found that his point kills could no longer keep up with the increase in the number of new Realm Lords.

And when the remaining realm masters are less than five thousand, the weakest realm masters in the field have also comprehended the rule of thirty percent.

Chen Shuo narrowed his eyes and reined in the "pollution" array, the ghost fire in his eyes was beating thoughtfully.

The realm lords who comprehended the rules of the four percent and began to have wisdom were watching from a distance because of Chen Shuo's killing ring, and the realm masters who comprehended the rules of the three percent were still confused, and they rushed towards Chen Shuo one after another to send him to death.

But Chen Shuo didn't dare to kill these realm masters anymore.

It seems that the more you kill, the stronger the remaining realm lords will be. If that's the case, when there are only 1,000 Realm Masters left on the spot, I'm afraid all of them will comprehend the 50% rule, right? When there are only 100 left, at least they will comprehend the 60% rule. And what about the last one?

Chen Shuo's eyes were full of solemnity, and he summoned the Void Continent under his feet, and the mountains and huge hills turned into shields to wrap them, resisting the attacks of these realm masters, and he didn't dare to kill or injure these realm lords again!

At the same time, his eyebrows began to beat violently, and there seemed to be a wonderful music that swirled in his ears, but when he listened closely, it seemed to be the wailing and screaming of the dead soul.

Chen Shuo knew that this was his realization after the killing, and this budding movement represented his comprehension of the super skill of the death singer Karthas - Requiem, once he crossed a critical line, then he would comprehend this super super skill.

"It turns out that to comprehend the Requiem, do you need to kill?"

Chen Shuo looked at the realm lords outside the continent who were constantly attacking him, and muttered to himself, "These realm masters, the more they kill, the stronger the remaining strength." Then the only way is to kill them all in an instant. But such a thing, even if Le Zhengyang is reincarnated, he can't do it. ”

"And I, on the other hand, can do it again!"

"As long as I comprehend the Requiem, then it is possible to kill all these realm masters in an instant, but to comprehend the Requiem, it takes more killing"

A fierce light flashed in Chen Shuo's eyes, the mountains and hills around him collapsed and collapsed, he stretched out his hands, and on the tips of his fingers, there was a touch of crimson blood color flowing, like blood flowing to his fingertips, but it couldn't drip down.

This is Chen Shuo's attack method blessed in his hands according to his comprehension of the rules of death. He didn't use the hero skill, nor did he use other rules, but with the blood blessing that was only equivalent to forty percent of the rule realm skills, he rushed into the crowd.

The Wall of Pain was unleashed by him in the densest place of the crowd, and various weakening effects were blessed on the bodies of these realm masters. Then, Chen Shuo straightened up, his hands were like two bayonets, and with these hands, he once again set off a bloody storm in the crowd!

He rushed towards a realm lord who had comprehended the rules of fire, and with his powerful body, he rushed directly through the flames, and then stabbed his right hand into the heart of this realm lord, his fingertips peeking out from behind his back, and then pulled out with a bang. The madness in the eyes of the realm lord gradually faded and dissipated into regular characters.

Chen Shuo turned around, the blood of his fingertips slicing a brilliant and eerie arc in the air, slashing across the throat of a leopard realm master who wanted to sneak up on him from behind.

Wow!

The Realm Lord's body began to dissipate as the character collapsed. Chen Shuo, on the other hand, has already found the next target.

Chen Shuo's hands, like the scythe of death, were frantically harvesting life. Every time he made a shot, it was the fastest speed and the most concise angle, like a killing machine.

Since it is killing, then he must comprehend the mystery of killing at the closest distance, and experience the bloodshed at zero distance.

Although the speed at which he killed at this time was far less than the speed after opening the Pollution Circle, the germination in his mind was far greater than before.

Every time the realm lord died under his hands, he seemed to hear a scream of joy coming from the pale light belt around him, the purple of the staff in his hand was even more eerie, and the blood on his body was even thicker.

Finally, when Chen Shuo killed thousands of realm lords with his bare hands, he seemed to hear a clatter, and that budding movement began to recover, sprout, and grow. Then there is the cold beep of the system.

"Comprehend Heroes: Death Carol - Karthhas Superskill: Requiem!"

Chen Shuo narrowed his eyes and pulled back. Standing in the void, he looked at the realm lords who came to him one after another.

"Praise death, and enjoy my curse!"

"I will sing an elegy for your lost lives!"

"Requiem!"

Chen Shuo raised his hands high, sang loudly, and made a sound. It seems to be a pleasant song, and it is like the scream of a dead soul. Above the heads of each of the realm lords in the field, there was a band of red and blood-like light sprinkled down, connected to their heads, and there, was their soul!

The song resounded in the minds of every Realm Lord, and they clutched their heads and collapsed into the void, howling loudly, as if they were suffering some great pain.

The singing, howling, intertwined into a wonderful requiem.

Three seconds later, the blood-colored ribbon of light suddenly fell, and it seemed that there were blood flowers blooming on the body of each realm lord. In an instant, flowers bloomed all over the ground.

The world fell silent. As far as the eye can see, they are all loose regular characters, bleak and beautiful.

A requiem that buries thousands of gods.

Almost at the same time, Chen Shuo heard the system's prompt: "Task, make up." Process: 4/10. ”

In tens of seconds, all the characters have been scattered with the wind with the space storm. Although I don't know why these realm lords are gathered here and what purpose they have. But at least, so many Realm Lords have fallen. The threat of the Terrans is gone for the most part.

However, as soon as Chen Shuo looked up, he saw a figure in front of him, under the monotonous black background, curled up in the void and trembling.

It was a young man, with purple hair and a beautiful face, but there were two lines of blood and tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. His eyes were pitch black, even the whites of his eyes were occupied by black, and blood and tears dripped from under his fair face, giving people a shocking sense of immediacy.

Behind the boy, there was a hazy and dilapidated phantom. Vaguely, it was a winged figure, with the left wing being like a feather clan but pure black, and the right side being a bat-like feather without feathers. The eyes of this phantom were blood-red, like swirling droplets of blood, and on its head, there were a bunch of demonic horns. As if a combination of demons and devils.

At this moment, the phantom was covered in wounds, the feathers on the black wings were withered, and the blood-colored bat's wings were full of holes, but even with such injuries, the phantom still spread its wings and covered the young man's head, unswerving.

Chen Shuo's pupils shrank slightly, "Death and soul rules? No wonder they can resist my requiem." ”

He could see at a glance that this young man had actually comprehended the dual rules of death and soul, and it seemed that because of his killing spree, all of them had been raised to the point of fifty percent. It is precisely because of this, with similar attributes and a large amount of immunity, that this young man will survive Chen Shuo's blow, but he is also seriously injured and dies frequently.

Fifty into two rules comprehension. It's a strong man in any place. But in the face of today's Chen Shuo, it is still not enough to see. This young man may have been gifted, and before he became a realm master, he comprehended some rules of death and souls. However, in the end, it fell. Otherwise, it will definitely be recorded in history. It is also because after the death of these realm masters, the characteristics of other people will increase their strength, and they have been raised to the point of comprehending the rules of fifty percent.

Chen Shuo had already raised his staff, preparing to kill the boy in a barren spot. But the next moment, in the void, there seemed to be an invisible wind blowing from all directions, blowing on the young man's body. Chen Shuo's face suddenly changed drastically, and he thought of a serious question. The staff in his hand was quickly pointed out, and there was already a touch of red in front of the young man, and he was about to explode!