In the west of the city, seventy percent of the heavenly demons have entered the belly of the swallowing monster, and the number of the remaining thirty percent of the heavenly demons has been fixed, because the formation in the west of the city has been broken, and the heavenly demons who have not yet come here have been integrated into the body of the huge monster, and they are now fighting with Qu Huang.

Liu Qing steadily dragged down the only remaining Heavenly Demons in the city, who swarmed towards the smell of the living, and even played with black humor, using his magical powers to control those creatures that lacked wisdom to line up one by one to enter the range of the Devouring Monster Vortex, so that Zhao Kai had enough time to digest and absorb it.

Lingping City finally ushered in the first ray of light in the darkness, the rising sun released light without reservation, and the smoke and dust rolling everywhere finally calmed down, and the remnants of the people who survived the catastrophe did not rejoice, but their faces were pale, their bodies were stiff, and there was no hope in their eyes, and they were still on guard against the devastating disaster that would happen again at any time.

The changes that only lasted for a day and a night were comparable to the most violent and sustained floods and earthquakes in the past, because these heavenly demons who came out of nowhere completely frightened the courage of the people, and now whether they can be interested in the future life is a big question.

As for the warriors in the army who fought desperately to quell the disaster, there was no one in ten, and even if they survived, most of them had some incurable injuries, among which the losses of the pioneer battalion were relatively small, but this was only a hundred carefully selected elites, and now there are only as many as seventy people left, which is still a conservative estimate, not counting those unlucky people who are destined to quit the Jiashen account because of serious injuries.

What makes Qu Huang's heart ache the most is actually those who have gone through the battle formations and carefully trained Jiashen account scout team, these people can be said to be the indispensable mainstay of everything, and now I don't know how many capable fighters are left.

The four of Qin Weichen did not have too much excitement about the calamity being quelled, the cost of this battle was more tragic and huge than any outsider, and Zhao Kai, who was forced to disperse a few hours ago, did not know the whereabouts of life and death, and they were all nervously searching.

Among them, Qin Wanchen's mood fluctuated the most, she did not show her vulnerable side after a day and a night of fighting, but she broke down and cried when she couldn't find any traces of Zhao Kai's appearance for a long time, she couldn't tell why she did this, but instinct was still urging her to keep looking for it, shouting Zhao Kai's name, but she found more and more dead or seriously injured colleagues along the way.

Qin Wanchen's mood was extremely heavy, she couldn't care about the life and death of those people, and she could only stop looking for them every once in a while, help those who were still alive and seriously injured, or support or carry or guide them to the temporary wounded barracks.

Zhao Kai didn't feel the worries of his partners at the moment, he was immersed in the matter of combing the thread and weaving Ayaluo, and the deep meditation had been carried out until now, and all the pure spiritual power needed for his body had been collected.

As for what to do with the rest of the energy, he didn't have the heart to blame it, any superfluous thoughts were left behind him, and now what he needed was a long-standing obsession that was almost crazy, a thirst for power, a question and challenge to the superior who controlled his destiny.

Zhao Kai no longer suppresses the thoughts in his heart, what he doesn't know is that a miniature version of Zhao Kai in the heart of the world is looking at the world with the image of a madman, and he is mad to release the depression accumulated in his heart.

It's like a thunderstorm on the ground, and there are fairy ribbons falling red dust above the nine heavens, bringing about a change in fate, Zhao Kai's realm that has stayed for a long time and has not been able to enter an inch has finally gradually loosened, and the silk that belongs to him is still weaving, and when it comes to the test results, Zhao Kai is unusually quiet, and even the madmen in the heart and earth have recovered to the depth of the quiet lake.

Liu Qing, who was guarding the formation beside Zhao Kai, was even more nervous, he held his breath and stared, and a pair of bright eyes stared at the crimson mark on Zhao Kai's forehead that was gradually changing. The crack-like waves spread along the red of his eyebrows, spreading to Zhao Kai's whole body, and once they appeared, there was no sign of stopping.

When the waves spread, only then can we clearly know what is appearing, Liu Qing's heart is pounding, because now the scene is in line with his expectations, and the dense silk threads turn into substance, wrapping Zhao Kai's whole body like armor.

The fiery red threads contain life and vitality, and the increasingly hot flames are rising in the air, exuding an offensive tendency that cannot be ignored, and the fiery fire attribute has the most eye-catching colors and a breathtaking charm.

The golden thread is sacred and solemn, and no one can be blasphemed or despised for it, and the holy light shines on all sides, as if it can purify all things, and a haughty energy is fully manifested, so that all the subordinates have the idea of prostrate and bow.

The black silk thread is the most normal, but if you look closely, you will often feel the evil color contained in it, it is a kind of demagogic energy, and those who are not right will completely degenerate and sink at a glance, and those who claim to be upright will also have more or less bad thoughts, which is a necessary ability to become a demon, but now it is engraved in the silk armor on Zhao Kai's body, which belongs to Zhao Kai alone.

"Another transcendent has appeared!" Liu Qing's eyes finally flashed with joy, Zhao Kai, who was still comprehending the consummation power of the Ayaluo Realm, did not know that he was named a transcendent, and now that Ayaluo had been weaved, it was just right to put it on himself, he could wake up at any time, but he still greedily felt the difference in this moment.

Qu Huang didn't come to disturb the north side of the city, even if Huangquan's predecessors had cleared the scourge on the side, he didn't plan to visit the other party now, he had done a lot more, although whether it was out of politeness or out of his own curiosity, he should have come to visit Huangquan's seniors, but he was out of breath and finally solved the monster, he still decided to arrange the post-war reconstruction work first, and appeasing the hearts of the people and the army was the most important thing he needed to do, and he couldn't delay for a moment.

Zhao Kai finally opened his eyes, and the armor that was all over his body, woven by three different colors of spiritual power silk threads, also disappeared immediately after the little red in the center of his eyebrows disappeared, even Zhao Kai, the holder, only met in a hurry, and he didn't have time to carefully see the various overlapping and scattered silk threads on it, and the beautiful pattern created together.

"Congratulations, you've become a transcendent in the Ayara Realm. ”

Zhao Kai was confused, "Transcendental?"

Liu Qing nodded, and said solemnly: "For cultivators, each realm has its own world, and everyone has their own perception and creation, and those cultivators who have reached the realm of perfection, if they have few defects along the way, they will have unusual additional abilities, these people are called transcendental, and they are enough to look down on the world in each realm, and they are unique in ten thousand, and they are rare.

In each realm, there will be a so-called battle for the strongest, and the lowest qualification for the competition is to become a transcendent. ”

Hearing Liu Qing's explanation, Zhao Kai also showed a frightened look, and after a while, the joy finally washed away most of the depression in his heart, and his palms dangled in front of him, Zhao Kai showed a curious look, and said with a smile: "Why did you come?"

"Naturally, I will come when I should come, are you moved by the fact that I come to the rescue in times of crisis all day long?" Liu Qing quipped, still with that cheeky look.

"Don't you know that I call this kind of thing surveillance?" Zhao Kai choked unrelentingly.

This is a unique way of communication between the two, and a chat and joke can be regarded as diluting the tense emotions these days.

Liu Qing didn't stop to stand up, and said solemnly: "You have to speed up the cultivation of the third stage of the Golden Light Jue, your additional ability is a pair of spiritual power armor, in which the dark silk thread symbolizes the energy of the black iron bloodline, occupying a small position, and has temporarily suppressed the golden brilliance.

Fortunately, the blazing fire of your natal attribute acts as a buffer, so that the black iron bloodline has more restraints, so that you can now be sober, you don't need to seal the vein, and you can sprint to the third stage of the Golden Light Jue."

After saying that, a small porcelain bottle was placed in the palm of Zhao Kai's hand, Liu Qing briefly explained the precautions, and disappeared immediately, fortunately, Zhao Kai was used to such things, patted the dust on his body, cheered up, and prepared to find the rest of his partners.