Whoa, whoa, whoa—

The stars shook, and the void turned upside down.

Mu Cang, who had incarnated as a ruthless "Star Swallowing" machine, turned his mind into the intelligent universe deep in the depths of the Yuan Shen after allowing the body of the dual foreign minister to begin to endlessly devour the thousands of star systems in the vast void around him according to the behavior pattern set by him in advance.

There, the world of memory, woven on the basis of Mycenaean memory entities, finally came to an end at this moment.

Memories of the world.

The barren and broken continent, the blood, smoke, birds and birds, cover the sky.

Mycenaer and Beverly, covered in bruises and blood, sat tired and slumped in the muddy and pothole-covered moor, gasping for breath.

When!

Beverly tossed aside only half of the Dangerous Scimitar, leaving it to soak in the muddy water, completely unconcerned about its preciousness.

Not far away, several suffocating blades that had been broken into no longer flashing spirits, and from the irregular fractures of the blades, black and dirty sea water continued to gush.

These inexplicable seawater seems to have no end, flowing for a long time, and even submerged a radius of hundreds of meters into a shallow black gray mud swamp, but it has not stopped gushing.

"Whew—"

Mycenaean let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes a little dull and tired, and a little relieved.

It's done.

And they did.

The Radiant Moon-level existence that had been threatening the two of them for decades, chasing and killing them all the way for decades, was finally completely killed by them at this moment.

In order to complete this thrilling cross-level counterattack, the two worked hard and exhausted their mental strength.

Because of this counterattack, two continents with an area of 100,000 miles disappeared into the vast sea.

A continent is scorched into molten earth by a blast of lava and then sinks to the bottom of the sea.

The other one was forcibly corroded into a huge abyss by the poisonous water of the Rotten God, and its terrible toxicity made it impossible for any living creatures to exist in that abyss even for a hundred years, and even flying through it would be life-threatening.

At the same time, billions of billions of living beings living on these two continents were also killed by this terrible attack.

It was either scorched and charred into ashes and bone dust, or corroded by poisonous water into a miasma of blood.

And after experiencing these two terrible killings carefully arranged by Mycenil, that Radiant Moon-level wizard was naturally also greatly injured, and then his combat power was greatly damaged.

The many subordinates who followed him all the way and let him drive them also reimbursed ninety percent of the two killings.

But even so, Myceniel and Beverly, who were high-level morning stars, only after paying the price of serious injuries did they finally use a large number of pre-arranged secret instrument arrays to completely kill the old Huiyue.

These arrays contain dozens of secret rituals such as [Stillness], [Miniature], [Punishment], Death, Decay, Flora, Thorns, Confusion, Pain, Sleep, Vertigo, Bondage, Energy Drain, Occlusion, Cutting, Judgment, Evil Devouring, Erosion, Curse, Deformity, Corpse Poison, Dementor, Piercing Hell, Reverse Injury, Armor Breaking, Burning Blood, Torn, Filth, Decay, Weakness, Soul Trembling, Confinement, and so on, and each of them is in number in tens or hundreds.

[In view of the general environment,

Perhaps a secret ritual was not enough to hurt a Radiant Moon level wizard, especially the old monster that had been in the Radiant Moon Realm for many years.

Quantitative change will eventually lead to qualitative change.

When thousands of secret rituals with each killing were activated at the same time, that power could be called the discoloration of heaven and earth.

As for the Radiant Moon, who had completely withstood this terrifying attack......

At this time, thousands of meters away from the two of them, there was a pool of blood that stretched for hundreds of meters and was constantly boiling.

In the center of the steaming pool of blood, there was a hundred-meter-long but silent corpse, like a mutilated bloody corpse that had completely lost its life.

From the surface of the corpse, it was hideous and terrifying

In the wound, scorching blood gushed out, and even the dry land that was closer to it was scorched red.

This bloody corpse is the Moon-level wizard who has undergone the brutal "baptism" of the Secret Ritual Array-the Moon of Greed.

"Get up."

After relieving himself for a while, Mycenaer strengthened his spirits and reached out to help his lover next to him to stand up together.

"Whew-whew-"

Beverly pressed the brutal piercing wound in her abdomen and laughed, "Neil, we're ...... It's finally done!"

"Well, it's finally over." Mycenaer nodded heavily, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

When they stood up, they looked at each other and both laughed.

Even if he was covered with pain, he laughed uncontrollably.

But at this moment......

"That's amazing, two little ones."

A faint voice suddenly came from the trembling air from the huge pool of blood thousands of meters away.

The two of them immediately smiled.

Myceniel's eyes widened, and he glared at the pool of blood, and exclaimed, "You...... Greedy Month! You're not dead?!"

Beverly next to her was also stunned on the spot, looking suspicious.

Gollum –

Gollum –

The voice didn't answer.

Suddenly, the pool of filthy blood squirmed violently as if it were alive.

At the same time as the squirming, streams of deep black qi also gushed out from the boiling blood water, like long snakes without a head and tail, completely ignoring the obstruction of the remnants of the various secret rituals, and sneering and crawling in all directions in the form of three-dimensional radiation.

Hiss ~ hiss ~ hiss ~

The dry air was licked and torn by the thousands of climbing curvy black gases, and there was a roar like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

In just a few seconds, a dense stream of black qi crawled into a huge area of nearly a kilometer in diameter in the middle of the blood pool.

In this terrifying and inexplicable scene, the faces of Mycenelle and Beverly were frozen, and they couldn't help but retreat backwards step by step.

But before they could exit the distance of 100 meters......

Suddenly!

Rumble!

The pool of blood suddenly expanded in the shocked eyes of the two of them, and suddenly expanded ten thousand meters, completely enveloping them.

At the same time, an incomparably dark and profound aura suddenly surged out from the boiling and roaring pool of blood.

Makuten!

Flooring!

Suddenly, Mycenil and Beverly seemed to see millions of angry and howling demons, led by the King of Demons, tear through hell and descend on them.

Under the oppression of this terrifying momentum, the two of them seemed to have been subjected to stagnant witchcraft, and they all froze in place and could not move.

Call~

A huge blood-colored head with a long neck slowly "climbed" out of the pool of blood.

The demon head, which is larger than the mountain peak, hovers comfortably in the sky like an earthly python.

With the appearance of this demon king-like existence, the suffocating feeling of depression quickly covered this vast continent.

In an instant, all corners of this wasteland continent roamed and preyed animals, as well as human residents, and even towns and castles everywhere...... I don't know how many living creatures and living creatures in the vast area, all of them were dazed, trembling and falling to the ground.

They didn't know what was happening, they just agonized, tormented, passively felt the trembling from the depths of flesh and blood, from the depths of their souls.

Helpless, small, vulnerable.

At the same time, this is also the feeling of the two Mycenaeans.

It's just that their feelings are stronger, so intense that they are dying.

"Hmm...... The visible Avar (the moon of greed) died like this."

The blood-colored giant skull opened its toothless mouth and muttered to itself in a gloomy voice, "And it's so ugly to die."

「……」

Bowing his head, the giant skull looked down

The two people who collapsed in the mud said coldly, "

Where is that divine artifact that surpasses the Bright Sun?"

"Ugh...... Uh......"

Mycenaer looked horrified at the blood-colored head in the air that was slowly approaching him.

There was almost overflowing regret in my heart.

Why?!

Why did the "Day of the Sea of Blood" appear?!

Why is there a Flare-class existence?!

"You seem to be very unwilling and desperate."

It was as if thousands of heavy voices were superimposed, and the terrifying demonic sound like the pulse of the abyss suddenly poured into the ears of the two of them.

"Uhhhh

Myceniel was struck by lightning, and his face was full of pain, and black blood spurted wildly, and he fell into a dying state in an instant.

Beverly, who was more seriously injured and weaker next to her, screamed silently the next second when she heard the terrifying magic sound of "Day of the Sea of Blood", and her body collapsed, and with the destruction of her soul, she melted into a ground of sticky black blood.

The body and spirit were destroyed, and they died violently on the spot.

"Bei...... Beverly ......"

Mycenil was clumped in the muddy water, trembling and trying to say something, but could not say a word.

"Forget it, I'll see for myself." The Demon Head looked at Mycenil, who was trembling and collapsed, and suddenly changed his form into blood-colored claws and flew over.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, Mycenil's body, which had lived for hundreds of years, exploded and died in an instant.

The blood-colored giant claws emerged from the shredded flesh of the corpse, grabbed a soul that was constantly struggling, and turned into a thin tornado and drilled back into the pool of blood.

Whoa...

Grunt...

With a piercing snoring and swallowing sound, the huge pool of blood quickly shrank.

Eventually, it twisted into a scarlet figure.

The figure stood still, unable to see the blood of his facial features, and began to tear at Myceniel's soul mercilessly in his body, trying to scavenge all information from it.

But at this time, the Mycenaean spirit, which was engulfed in the shadow of blood, brazenly activated the "Zero Movement".

Kakaka!

The blood-colored figure suddenly felt that his body was empty, and he saw a black divine soul that seemed to be condensed from thousands of broken ice crystals, and suddenly swept across thousands of miles to the sky.

Fast is not at all like a morning star.

"Want to run?"

This blood-colored figure that stored a trace of the strength of the day of the sea of blood also followed in an instant, chasing and killing all the way.

And Mu Cang, who was standing on the side, indifferently adjusted the speed of time in the world of memories to speed up.

Whew-

Suddenly, the sun and the moon alternate, the sky is dark, and the sky is bright.

The universe is rapidly changing, mixed and inseparable.

Everything is moving at an accelerated pace, cascading and transforming.

A short time later, Mycenaer reappeared.

But at this time, he didn't know how, he had already left the Anzel world and appeared on the back of the huge divine beast young son.

Behind it was a shattered and crumbling castle, the castle left behind by the Black Abyss Lookout.

At this time, the young son of this divine beast, or this juvenile wine mountain whale, stared in a daze as if it was drunk, exuding bursts of dazed and chaotic spiritual fluctuations.

It is not known what Mycenaer did to it.

At the same time, Mycenaer at this moment, his whole body exuded an extremely strong black and dead air.

But paradoxically, there is another comparable fresh vitality that lingers inside and outside his almost shattered soul at all times.

The two breaths of life and death are both confrontational and dependent, and through some extremely complex way, they firmly lock his state.

Let it be in a half-life, half-death situation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

In the boundless void around him, the sound of rushing water suddenly emerged.

Mycenel looked around, but found thousands of rivers of blood surrounding him from all sides.

In that river of blood

, hundreds of millions of tons of scarlet blood water are flowing.

In the midst of the splashes, bursts of killing and evil aura came out, dyeing this large area of the void a terrifying blood red.

The wine mountain whale is already very large, like a real star.

But at this time, the blood rivers wrapped in the surrounding areas were as huge as the Jiushan whales.

"Did you get to this point after all?"

Mycenaer roared in a low voice, "Confused...... Light and Shadow!"

Suddenly, hidden in the depths of his shattered soul, several large pieces of illusory crystals in the witchcraft pocket were quietly consumed.

Buzz –

The void shook, and an unknown but full of the breath of time suddenly came.

The river of thousands of blood and water collapsed into hundreds of millions of blood droplets in an instant, and was scattered and flew towards the boundless universe in all directions.

Swish!

A brilliant river of light like a giant python suddenly descended, enveloping Mycenel and the young son of the divine beast, and then the lake ran through the real and the unreal, and disappeared into the void of this vast fantasy realm, leaving only the roar of the day of the sea of blood echoing in the boundless universe around him.

Boom Boom Boom –

Time and space change violently, and hundreds of millions of brilliant stars that seem to be clear like a lake surround the Jiushan whale.

Mycenil, standing on the back of the giant beast, is a lake of soul shadows, more and more empty.

"Someday...... Day of the Sea of Blood! Someday!"

He hissed under his breath, "I'll come back for revenge!"

Just when Mycenaer was immersed in great hatred, suddenly a hand slapped him on the shoulder, shaking him in shock, and his figure flew hundreds of meters away.

Mycenel looked back at where he was, his face uncertain.

There stood a young man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in an ordinary black costume, with a handsome and majestic face, full of unpredictable aura, but with a facial features that were very different from Ansel's world.

It was Mu Cang.

"You! Who are you?!"

Mycenil's eyes widened and he roared in horror, "How did you come here? You...... How did you get in?"

"Huh."

Mu Cang suddenly smiled teasingly, "Mycenil, think about it, think about it with all your strength.

I've let go of the limits of memory, and you should be able to remember."

"I ......"

Mycenil was stunned for a moment, and in the depths of his shattered and dark soul, he suddenly trembled and surged out of a large section of memory.