The continuous fire spread in the darkness, illuminating the convulsion of the convulsion, as if the ruler of the six giant snakes had ushered in the end under the slash of the brilliant sword.

The dark blood surged like a spring, spreading, and countless solidified souls broke free from the shackles of blood, rose, and quickly dissipated under the reflection of that dazzling sword blade.

The sword blade fell on the earth.

The old figure stopped for a moment and gasped violently.

Behind him, the galloping light also stopped in the air, looking back in confusion.

"Mr. Xin Qin, what's wrong?"

Kuafu carried the Dinghai Shen Needle, as if he was joking: "Can you not be able to walk anymore?"

"Yeah, I can't walk anymore."

The saint held the hilt of the sword, raised his hand, wiped the blood on his long beard, and did not look back, just said, "I was accidentally too far away, you can go first."

He said, "I'm tired."

The smile on Kuafu's face stiffened slightly, and hesitated for too long: "Wait for us for ten minutes."

"Yeah, ten minutes."

Xin Qin nodded, and did not look back at the lights that were moving away: "By the way, I have been disliked by that kid... This time, thank him for me."

"Tsk, if you have the chance to go there in person, old guy."

Kuafu waved his hand unhappily and waved goodbye. The miracle sealed somersault cloud took off again and went into the distance, but at the end he told him: "Ten minutes."

The old saint did not answer.

I just stood up with the hilt of the sword and stood up straight with all my might, and my hunched back was straight again.

The dark cracks on the chest expanded, the wriggling internal organs were covered with decayed mold, and the blood dried up, as if it was flowing out of the abyss.

This is the final curse before the ruler's fall.

"Ten minutes?"

Xin Qin raised her head and whispered softly: "Isn't it a bit too long?"

Above the gloomy sky, no one responded, and only one huge figure after another kept rising from the spreading sea of ​​blood, black light roaring from the clouds.

Chasing closely.

"It's so troublesome, you guys."

The lonely winner murmured impatiently, his eyes drooped, and he held the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly: "Man does not suppress his heart, as if the destroyed city has no walls."

At that moment, sharp and blazing flames burst out from his eyes again, as if they had hurt every pair of eyes in the darkness.

The roar continued.

The black lights that followed closely in the clouds crashed into the invisible walls, causing the outline of the towering city to emerge for a moment. Then, they fell into the earth in a mess, and burst out deep pits from the roar.

The dim holy sword once again shines like the scorching sun.

It illuminates the earth, and the endless pursuits and enemies in front of us, and even behind the old man, the huge body of the dead ruler. The sticky blood flows out from its body and turns into a river, spreading from the feet of the saint.

A scarlet cross was formed.

Authoritarian Relic Ascalon!

"Destroy all poisonous dragons and live up to the sacrifice of St. George"

Xin Qin recited solemnly, and his thin figure drew his sword to the abyss, like a declining lion roaring in a roar, and once again invited: "Come on, who will be my opponent!"

Accompanied by the hoarse words, the self-soul turned into an insurable wall, and the invisible iron wall had risen from here. And behind him, the dark sky cast like iron was torn apart in the bursting light, and the battle between the travelers had begun again!

Just like that.

The final defense was torn apart.

The strange fog filled with curses and ghosts caused a stir under the sweep of Dinghai Shen Needle. The destruction storm of Faluna flattened the ground and turned into a tornado. In an instant, it swallowed up all the fog that spread throughout the rift.

Faluna, who turned into a human form again, began to choke violently, and a scarlet blood appeared in her eyes. She pushed away the support of her teammates beside her and staggered forward:

"Don't waste time, go for a walk!"

As if they had cooperated with each other thousands of times, with the experiences born from these countless struggles and their trust in each other, the subliminators quickly moved forward and entered the turbulent darkness.

The severe and weird palace shocked.

In the evil city rooted in hell, destructive flames rose one after another. Immediately afterwards, the Sea Emperor's trident was lifted up again, and Nepton roared and stabbed, and the roar of the tsunami burst out.

The blue torrent fell from the sky and turned into nine desolate turbulent streams. When they overlapped with each other, they completely enveloped the palace and spiraled around. Huge vortexes emerged from the surface, swallowing up any external interference and invaders and throwing them out.

Then, the Dinghai Shen Needle expanded rapidly, long and long.

It was like a pillar of heaven suddenly sank, and the Dinghai God Needle, whose mass expanded to its limit, smashed into the huge palace, causing layers of barriers to collapse in an instant and turned into ruins.

The hurricane swept a large number of broken bricks and stones into the tide like a sky cover, turning into one of the fragments in the vortex.

But then, a loud croaking sound rang out.

The giant stick was roaring and violently shocked.

Kuafu staggered back and took a step back.

Unbelievable, his Dinghai Shen Needle was actually bounced away?

Among the ruins is a solemn and ancient gate, standing alone.

Without the wall, it seems that the foundation behind the door cannot be protected at all, but no matter how you go around or at any angle, everyone can see that the door is blocking tightly in front of them.

Silently swallowed up all the attacks without wavering.

"I'll do it."

The sublimator, shrouded in the burning flames, spread his arms, and behind him, the majestic outline of the solar calendar reappeared.

Hoarse shout.

That is the fifth-level new generation from the American genealogy - Nanavatsin, who sacrifices himself to the flames and lord of sacrifice who sacrifices himself to the eternal sun!

The American genealogy is a sublimator tailored to the authoritative relic of the solar celestial stone!

Enduring the pain of the constant burning and rebirth of the soul and body at every moment, Nanavatsin, the Lord of the Flame, exists only for the solar calendar.

At this moment, the solemn outline of the scorching sun slowly rose from the burning blood dripping. The scarlet blood sun was endlessly swallowing the correction value and source substance, constantly transforming, and in a short blink of an eye, shrinking into a point, a ray of scarlet light burst out!

The blaze spreads.

Under the pure destructive power of the American sun gods, the strange door burned red, whine, and quickly dissolved,

Only a strange bone that could not be burned out of the fire appeared from the iron slurry, and was still twitching like a living creature, but it was difficult to reunite.

The remaining aftermath pierced through Nipton's torrential sky cover, and the instant evaporation triggered continuous explosions. The scarlet thread had penetrated through the mountains. After crossing dozens of depths, it disappeared at the end of the darkness and could no longer see where it was.

The final obstacle was torn apart neatly.

More than just here and here.

The difference was less than two minutes. The four sublimators from the present realm had penetrated the realm of hell and entered the hinterland of the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood.

After gathering almost all the high-end combat power on the battlefield at this moment, with the support of the arrogant secret instrument, the scarred sublimers finally stood in front of the source of the sea of ​​blood.

The cracks that kept pouring into hell from depths.

But unlike other places...

When the scene behind the door emerged in front of the sublimators, the entire team fell into a brief silence.

I couldn't help but curse.

"Check it!"

Kuafu was furious, "I didn't say that there was such a bad thing in the mission briefing!"

The giant pillar made of ruby ​​seemed to support the sky and the earth. The giant tree of blood sea that evolved to the extreme has become the anchor point in this hell of the law of the destruction of the country.

And right in front of the source of the sea of ​​blood, the giant beast imprisoned in the dark raised its turbid pupils, and its rotten wings pulled the chain, suddenly unfolded, dripping countless stenched juice.

The crazy dragon that was born and resurrected from the dead roared, and its body became crazy alienated and distorted, rapidly expanding!

—Ruinor·Roast Dragon!

Because it disturbed the Yaxing of the King of Hell's hunting, the dragon imprisoned by the country and turned into a guard dog here burst out with hysterical anger. The vitality from the elements of destruction catalyzed huge organs, opening their mouths and spewing out a tsunami-like distortion breath!

No one expected that the devastated country would imprison the rotten dragon here to guard the foundation and source of the sea of ​​blood.

With Shengchangqing's wonderful hand stitched, most of its body has been integrated into the crystals transformed by the giant blood tree, becoming the foundation of activation, and the vitality of its own mutated is constantly flowing into the blood tide.

Such cruelty, the ruler is also shackled here, and with its continuous vitality, it makes up for the past and offense, and pays an endless blood tax to the destruction of the country.

No wonder there is no trace of rulers and other guards here.

After a long torture and shackles, the rotten dragon that was originally a mad dog has now become a mad dog among mad dogs, attacking all things that can and cannot move. It is only a problem to waste valuable resources to guard such things.

But now, when this problem is placed in front of the sublimator, everyone's scalp begins to numb.

The rotten dragon, known for its immortality, combined with the vitality in the sea of ​​blood, has become a complete UG-level product.

It may be no surprise to gather everyone's strength and win in battle.

But to completely destroy this thing...

After Kuafu estimated how much correction would be required to use the innate Bagua to burn this thing, he had already seen the scene of Xuanniao hanging himself on the gate of Yanjing.

It is equivalent to completely destroying the entire sea of ​​blood and the nearly infinite corruption vitality. Such an exaggerated amount, no matter how big the situation of Yegor is, it is absolutely impossible to reimburse. Before that, Dongxia might have fallen into chaos due to the huge gap in the correction value.

There is no possibility of realization.

In the brief silence, a hoarse cough sounded.
Chapter completed!