Life Annihilation originally had a soul, but that was an exaggeration of its characteristics, how could any of the constructs really produce their own souls? Some of the fifth-order constructs claimed to have souls, but those either sealed powerful souls in the construct, or added enough divinity to the construct, so that they produced a soul-like effect, which was completely different from the Life Annihilation.

You know, the true soul, that's the realm of the gods!

But the life in front of him was devastating, poignant and ruthless, and the blood was like a wave, as if it was constantly roaring, and it seemed to be dragging Richard's soul to take off, as if there was a feeling of resonance!

Richard stared at the floating blood light, wanting to reach for the structure, but found that he was a little hesitant and even a little afraid at this moment. The blood light surged in layers and chapters eighty-seven accidents and eight decisive movements, thick and solid, and the depths seemed to be hidden as a door to another world, and the sound of a strong or faint trombone roared from the darkness.

Thin beads of sweat began to ooze from Richard's forehead. His steadfast will and talent for intelligence told him that this was not an illusion that came from being too murderous. He couldn't understand how this life could be like this, it was beyond the comprehension of any magical theory he had ever studied.

Richard forced himself to calm down, replaying in his mind the whole process of the destruction of life.

The blood light on the life shatter was getting thicker and thicker, and the roar had gradually become clear from faint. Such a noticeable change forced Richard to speed up the process of recall and analysis.

Just as Richard was nervously reminiscing, the demon lying in the corner suddenly snorted, woke up slowly, and struggled to get up. In Richard's instinct at the moment, it is not a threat, but it is definitely a nuisance, interfering with the process of memory analysis. So Richard kicked up a sealed box, which happened to hit the devil's head, and knocked it out again.

Scenes replayed in Richard's consciousness like lightning, and suddenly froze on one picture! This was the process of Richard's return from a desperate struggle and the final stroke of the final stroke. As he raised the magic pen, a few drops of blood splattered on the tip of the pen, mixed with the magic dye. At that time, Richard was boiling with killing intent in his chest, and he didn't notice this small flaw, so he had this momentum of killing intent perfectly, but the material brought in impurities.

Life is thus transformed.

The trajectory of those few drops of blood is also clearly traced, it is Richard's own blood.

Richard's hand slowly stretched out to the end of life, but his heart was repeatedly fighting. The effect of this life-destroying painting was amazingly powerful, so powerful that he couldn't give it up at all. However, the structure has obviously changed, and under his analysis, several new abilities have been discovered that it is impossible to know the true effect. For example, the obvious otherworldly aura in the depths of the blood light was so powerful that Richard was terrified.

The demon got up again, and it wouldn't wake up at the right time. Richard wasn't in the mood to waste time with it at this point, just stomped his foot, causing the room to tremble slightly.

With a whew, a metal can at the top of the wall storage shelf shook and fell, smashing squarely on top of the demon's head, knocking it out again.

Richard's hand was finally set on the death of life, and only in this way could his analytical ability better analyze the structure of the construction and what kind of mutation had been produced in the calculation.

However, the entire four life absolations on Richard's arms suddenly lit up, and each spilled a wisp of blood, which was associated with the life annihilation. The mutated life shattered violently at once, instantly turning into two balls of blood and qi that disappeared into Richard's arms.

Richard was taken aback, unexpectedly that a simple act of contact would trigger the composition, and it would actually load itself onto himself. He continued to check the internal condition of his body and found that there was nothing abnormal, so he was slightly relieved.

Strangely, however, Richard did not find out where the new life was located, and there were still four superimposed life deaths on his forearm, and there was no trace of the fifth. It's just that the four life absolutes have undergone some changes, no longer as sharp as before, but have become obscure and deeper.

If the original life absolation is compared to a sharp dagger, then the new life absolute is a heavy machete, but the blade has more rust spots under the soaking of blood, although it is not as sharp as before, but it makes people feel even more chilled. And the power of the machete is greater than that of the dagger.

Richard's heart moved, and he slowly drove his life to extinction. His body was absorbed by the life at a faster rate, and then Richard saw that the tips of his ten fingers had turned bright red. With the drive of life annihilation, the bright red on the fingertips quickly spread to the entire palm. At this moment, Richard's hands were as if they had just been fished out of blood. And the red color continued to spread, and when it came out of the wrist, it began to divide into countless fine and intricate patterns, all the way up, until it extended to Richard's upper arm, and then stopped.

Richard put his hands in front of his eyes, and for a moment he couldn't believe it was his own. These hands were slender and steady, and now they were more bewitching and magnificent, and his fingertips glowed with a faint red light, and there was always an urge to tear something.

Richard suddenly reached out and thrust it into the workbench, which was made of hard oak and was pierced like cheese! The hole continued to grow, and in the blink of an eye, the entire workbench vanished in front of Richard, turning into a pile of burning embers.

What effect is this?!

Richard looked at his hand in shock, and for a moment he couldn't believe that a casual thrust could cause such horrific damage. But this was the case, and the pile of embers on the ground and the various materials scattered all over the ground reminded Richard that what had just happened was not a hallucination.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard, and several people went straight to Richard's courtyard, and they stopped when they reached the courtyard gate. Although the walls of the courtyard have collapsed everywhere, and the so-called courtyard gate is only half of the frame, which has long been useless, these people are unwilling to trespass a step, showing great respect for Richard.

"Lord Richard, do you have any corpses to dispose of today?" the leader shouted outside the courtyard gate.

Almost every day, they would take the corpses of one or two Daxoldas powerhouses from Richard. Because the place where Richard lived was so close to the city gate, over the city wall, across a block was Richard's small courtyard. And now the city defense area is almost uninhabited, only White Night, Richard and two other madmen. Richard's courtyard was also close to White Night and Lawrence, and the target was very obvious, so it was often frequented by the Daxodas who rushed into the city. Of course, so far, all the patronages have turned into corpses.

Richard was busy with the build, so naturally he didn't have to do such trivial things as collecting materials, so he would hand over all the Daxoldas powerhouses he killed to the marshal's people. When the time comes, the collected materials will naturally be counted clearly, deducting the share that should be handed in, and all the rest will be converted into gold coins, magic materials or sacrifices, and will be recorded in Richard's account.

Richard withdrew his hands, calmed down for a moment, and replied in a loud voice. Then he walked around the house, and there were so many Daxodas who came to patronize him today, and he found a total of four corpses and threw them outside the courtyard one by one.

There was a buzz of discussion from the people outside, and they didn't expect that Richard would be able to kill four Daxoldas in one day's work, and he must have reached the peak. However, the other man immediately retorted in a louder voice, and he saw with his own eyes the feat of Richard and White Night walking out of the fortress and snatching the corpses of their comrades from between the teeth of the Daxodas.

"Is that all?" asked the leader of the strong man as usual. It was a polite remark, but Richard was suddenly startled, and turned his head to look at the corner of the room, where there was still a living creature. The demon had woken up at some point, and was huddled in the corner, looking at Richard with desperate eyes.

For more than a year on the battlefield of the Peerless Domain, the number of demons who died at the hands of Richard was at least double digits. He could see that this was a demon who might not have fully reached adulthood, with a pair of red, but rather clear eyes, although his expression was fierce, but the depths of his pupils were full of fear and despair, not at all like the other Daxodas people, the more they were injured, the more fierce they became.

A thought suddenly came to Richard's heart, could it be that the Daxodas people couldn't support it anymore, and even the clansmen who were not yet adults had to be sent out?

"Is that all, Lord Richard?" the man outside repeated.

Somehow, Richard replied, "No, you can go." ”

"Okay, we'll be back tomorrow at this time. If you need anything, just ask. After the strong man said respectfully, he beckoned his men to walk to the next block.

The 'Eternal Light' is always in motion, and the flaming fireball spreads its light to every corner that can be reached, making the city where the sun never sets a true name, and even the inconspicuous change of day and night is gone.

Divine light shone into the room from the window, leaving mottled patches of light on the floor.

Richard looked out the window, not knowing what he was looking at, and remained silent. After a moment, he turned his head to look at the demon huddled in the corner.

The demon man didn't know why, but he seemed to be particularly afraid of Richard, and when he touched Richard's gaze, he subconsciously wanted to dodge to the side. As a result, he happened to be exposed to a large spot of light, and the skin that was illuminated by him immediately emitted green smoke like a burn.

The demon roared in pain, and subconsciously poured out a large amount of black gas from his side, trying to protect himself.

Richard said lightly: "If you don't want to bring back those people just now, it's best not to use your strength." Hiding in the shadows is a better option. ”

The demon and Richard stared at each other for a full second before retreating into the corner...... What's the matter, tomorrow will be more normal. q！！！