The platform fell, the altar collapsed, the shadow of the huge goat was torn apart, and countless long tongues had been cut into pieces and spread to the ground like a carpet.

And among these flesh and blood, there are also a large number of human corpses and limbs.

In the ruins of "Talking Dreams", only the existence of a human race remains.

He fell to his knees, unable to get up again, and faces of various sizes appeared on his body.

A cold force surged in, corroding his body and soul.

The momentum of this human race is extremely powerful, like a sharp sword that cuts through the sky, and wants to cut off all evil.

But he had it again and again, and he couldn't stop the curse in his body.

Seeing that he was about to be devoured by this spell seal, he didn't hesitate any longer, and the immortal power in his body surged out.

Bang!

A huge roar sounded, and a rain of blood fell in the sky, blending into the bodies of all human races, and the smell of blood and gore rose to the sky, and a strong battle intent spread.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The next moment, a loud bang came, and dust flew and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

That ruined temple collapsed directly!

The huge bird's nest is like a majestic mountain.

In the cave, the huge shadow had been torn into thousands of afterimages, countless limbs, countless teeth, countless eyes, countless arrows, countless sword qi, countless sword intent, countless curses, and countless poisonous needles, all piercing into every corner.

Those palms that stretched out in unison, like flowers, were also beaten to pieces.

Large and small phantoms, like colorful bubbles, float in the air.

The body of the "Heart-devouring" quickly faded in the attack array one after another.

His limbs, his fangs, and his eyes were rapidly dissipating, and his breathing was like a candle flame about to be extinguished.

Those dark bubbles in the sky were like a heavy hammer, shattered in an instant!

As the memory fragments dissipated, the entire nest became eerie.

After a few breaths, the five human beings landed and appeared.

All the Terrans had dissipated with their memories, and no trace could be found, as if they had never been there.

Five still alive humans, one in the middle, dressed in golden armor, was covered in flames, his body was covered with scars, blood and brains, staining his body red, the air was filled with a pungent smell, his hands were already trembling slightly from overwork, but his eyes were still bright and flashing with a cold light, like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

A murderous aura swirled around him, condensed but not dispersed.

Under the golden armor, you can see that he is extremely old, full of gorgeous hair, and he is the leader who temporarily revived the flames in the human race at the cost of tens of thousands of years of life.

Not far from the leader, the cup sat cross-legged on the ground, panting, and his body was also scarred, and his bones were exposed.

Next to him, there was a Terran with wounds all over his body, this man had long hair, a cold face, and could barely stand, but the armor on his body was still oozing blood.

And beside him, a Terran man, his face was pale, paralyzed to the ground, and his body was filled with a fierce sword aura, like a sword that had been tempered countless times, extremely sharp, and would break at any time, his body was still straight, but the seven orifices were bleeding, and it soon spread to his neck.

His sword of life had reached the point of running out of oil, and the originally brilliant long sword had become dull, like a scorched vase, covered with dense cracks.

This is "loneliness"!

The gorgeous dress has been dyed red with blood, the "emptiness" behind the "Lonely", a pair of slender jade hands, pressed on the back of the "Lonely", and a majestic fairy aura continued to pour into her body, repairing her injuries.

But the injuries on "Lonely" are too serious, and no matter how good the "Empty Hazy" is, it can't stop its vitality from passing quickly.

At first, the blood was still bubbling and flowing, but soon it was like a small stream flowing, and the rich breath of life was rapidly draining.

"Lonely" suddenly coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, instantly dyeing the golden armor on his body into a blood-red color, and his body exuded a breath of death, as if a puff of black smoke came out of his body.

"Lonely" was seriously injured, and "Empty Hazy" frowned!

Even her current strength can't be saved!

On merit, on rewards.

For some reason, although her contribution was not high, after pronouncing her name, her cultivation reached the most outrageous level among this group of people!

It was "lonely", and there was not much progress, and in this battle, he tried his best, all with a firm mind and sword heart, and survived until now.

At this time, the leader looked around and saw "loneliness" and "emptiness", he shook his head lightly and replied bluntly: "It's useless." ”

"If you want to live, the only way to get the number of hearts devouring lives is to get them."

"Five."

"Five times."

"You can't hold out for long, let's do it first."

"Lonely" was just about to speak, but he coughed violently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then what should I do?" ”

"I think of when you hurt the most."

"Then let's go back."

"If you win, you are still you, and this is also a great opportunity for you."

"If you fail, you are no longer yourself."

"We're not going to show mercy."

"Lonely" heard this, bowed slightly, and then responded: "Well, cough cough." ”

"Mist, stop."

"Empty" Dai frowned slightly, but did not speak, slowly lowered her arms, and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, the person in charge, the bottle, and the woman of the human race, the momentum on their bodies was instantly released, staring at the "lonely" to death.

The wound on "Lonely" became heavier in an instant after losing the suppression of the immortal power of "Empty Hazy".

He didn't have time to hesitate, and immediately recalled the most painful scene in his life.

Immediately after, "Lonely" felt a cold and slender arm on his shoulder.

"Lonely" immediately turned around, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

In front of me was a familiar room, large, large, with metal patterns carved into the walls and ceiling.

Countless defensive moire patterns are inscribed on it, giving it a sense of indestructibility.

But in the whole room, there was a dense sword qi, like ants crawling, and like spring gnawing leaves, very thin.

It seems to be a random finger, but when it is condensed, it is like a monstrous wave, surging out, with a power that destroys the heavens and the earth!