In the endless darkness, the concept of space seems to have lost its meaning. Suddenly, a light "bang" sounded, and a ball of flame appeared from it.

But what is extremely strange is that despite the appearance of flames, it can only illuminate itself, and there is no trace of light that spreads into the surrounding darkness.

Illusion, distortion, like a sound coming from a distance, coming from the flames, "I need to keep it absolutely confidential. The beginning and the process of this matter cannot be revealed at all."

Another voice rang out directly in the darkness, as if it was from darkness, from all directions, "Of course, we can guarantee this, because the dead cannot speak."

Fire was a little silent, "I'll make sure it last time, he hasn't returned?" The tone of questioning showed solemnity.

"We can be sure." The voice in the darkness was calm and relaxed, giving people a feeling of incredible power and trust. "Please rest assured that there will be no hidden dangers in this matter. Even if he comes back later, he will be unable to reverse it. The vested interests will not allow it. There are unstable factors that threaten them. Under the general trend, we can eliminate him with a little guidance and completely end the whole matter."

"And you will also get the fragments that can extend your life as we promise... This is a very cost-effective transaction. Relatively speaking, you don't need to take too high risks. If your identity is not the most suitable, we can easily find many of you who are willing to cooperate."

The illusion in the flames, the distorted sounds sounded, "It's best that everything is as you said."

Dark responded, "Please rest assured."

puff

The flames are extinguished, and the darkness returns to peace. It is like a place covered by eternal night, now, so will the endless years ahead be like this.

...

The semi-saint is indeed powerful, and there is no doubt that he can easily make the battles he has severely damaged even stronger, but he is not the true saint after all.

But under the current situation, there is no way for non-true saints to come, to stabilize Taoyuan, a large ship that was bumping in the stormy waves.

So after a brief quiet, the covettors took action again, and after witnessing the previous scene, they still dared to take action, their strength was naturally unusual.

"Those who blaspheme the holy way will definitely bear sanctions!" A low, majestic voice suddenly exploded between heaven and earth, like an oracle, with some powerful will that cannot be resisted. As he said, it is a certain fact and a prophecy that will eventually be realized.

"He said that the blasphemer will lose his eyes and cannot see the world clearly!"

Bai Zhan Yuye's eyes instantly dimmed, and his pupils were covered with paleness, like a layer of frost condensed on the clear water surface.

"He said that the blasphemer will lose his arms and cannot touch everything anymore!"

Paleness reappeared, like a coating of some kind of marble, starting from the fingertips of both hands, spreading upwards, and finally covering both arms.

"He said that the blasphemer will lose his feet and will no longer stand on the earth!"

The same paleness appeared quickly on both feet... But this time, Bai Zhan Yuye did not continue to remain silent, allowing it to continue to spread and deprive it.

His mouth raised, showing a cold and stern curve, "I've found you!"

Turning around suddenly, his eyes were broken and disappeared, his dark pupils were bright, reflecting a shallow illusory figure.

Click

Click

The sound of breaking came from both hands and feet at the same time, the paleness collapsed and dissipated, and the hundred battles were punched by a punch. The violent force burst out in an instant, and a figure appeared in the empty place in front of him.

Obviously, he was caught off guard and had no time to dodge and endured most of the power of the punch. The blood was spurted out instantly and directly shattered into blood mist, but they did not fall miserably, but instead let out a harsh scream.

The next moment, the blood mist rushed out, and it condensed into a tall figure, with pairs of unfolded blood wings behind it, and invisible blood-colored flames wrapped it, like a messenger from hell.

And this is exactly the name of this strange method, the messenger of Hell!

The vengeful spirits from hell have the ability to directly attack the soul. They can use the most cruel and painful means to break the enemy's soul into pieces, and accurately capture every piece of soul fragment, pull them into the endless pain of hell.

Bai Zhan Yu Ye obviously did not intend to give the hell messenger in front of him a chance to truly exert his strength. He sneered and stepped down under his feet, and a dull sound suddenly started, giving people the feeling that it was his kick, stepping heavily on a huge drum.

The hell messenger who was approaching quickly suddenly froze, and then cracks appeared quickly on it, like a bubble that had been broken, disappearing after a "pop".

The spatial shock caused by the "drum" did not disappear. It continued to rush towards the phantom that emerged like a big wave, wrapping him up and bit by bit, forcing him to become reality from the illusory state.

The semi-saint who appears is a young man holding the scriptures and wearing a white robe, but the appearance of the skin can be determined by a single thought for the saints. Therefore, the youth on the surface does not represent anything. Only the vicissitudes of the eyes can be clearly shown that he is an ancient semi-saint who has lived for a long time.

A hint of anger appeared in his eyes. Obviously, he did not expect that, who had always been known for being weird and difficult to guard against, would be forced out by a junior who had not yet entered the holy path, and he was under the severity from the beginning.

This is Taoyuan!

He had to admit that he had indeed felt a trace of awe in his heart at this moment. Of course, the goal was not the battles in front of him. No matter how powerful he was, he was just an ordinary spirit below the holy path, and would eventually decay with the passage of time.

What he feared was the lord of Taoyuan who had never been masked. The other party was worthy of being the peak true saint of alien enlightenment. He was known as the strongest existence under his dominance. He taught that a disciple who had not yet entered the sea of ​​suffering could have such terrible power.

Fighting across the level is not a difficult thing for the geniuses in the world, especially after they have received some gift from their elders, but this is only limited to the mortal spirit seeds.

Entering the sea of ​​suffering to become a semi-saint, even if you have not reached the other shore or have not yet seen clearly, the exact location of the other shore, but the leap of the level of life has begun, and they have become the Holy Spirit species, which is a completely different gap. To cross this gap, it is unimaginable and is a basically impossible thing to accomplish.

"kill!"

He shouted softly, and Bai Zhan Yu Ye came bravely on the other side. His cold murderous intent broke out, condensing as if he had formed a substance.

The white robe held the book of the semi-saint suddenly contracted, and she felt that she was really looking clearly at this moment, and she felt terrifying and desperate!

Of course, what is terrifying is his breath at this moment, and what is desperate is the powerful will of the semi-saint. He has a clear intuition. He will soon be killed by fighting against this state of battle.

"Help me!" Bai Luo Chengzhe Chen Chuan's half-saint growled. The scriptures in his hand suddenly unfolded and he tore off one of them hard. With this action, Bai Luo Chengzhe Chen Chuan's half-saint's body was slightly stiff, and a bit of deep pain flashed in his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he threw the paper out with force. The moment he left his palm, it broke with a "pop", leaving only countless words floating on it.

It was a kind of text that had never been seen before, similar to some kind of symbol. A long string of characters occasionally broke from each other, but there was a certain charm flowing in it, like a big river that flowed endlessly, and the endless light filled with the river water.

Buzz

Buzz

During the shock, this strange text faded quickly and was wiped out by some invisible force, which also lost its constraints on the internal river. The river water broke through the embankment and turned into a torrent to flood all directions.

The endless and dazzling light burst out, like a sudden sunlight before his eyes, and then a white figure emerged from the light. He had a soft face that was difficult to distinguish between men and women, his body was almost naked but had not revealed everything that could be witnessed. A pair of white wings spread out behind him, gently patting and releasing an ethereal, ethereal and instinctive awe.

Without urging, He opened his eyes, and there was pure light inside, which was extremely gentle and seemed to be able to cleanse all the sins in the world. His eyes turned and fell on the wild beasts. He raised his hand and held it forward.

The powerful imprisonment power descended from nothingness and acted on the wild body. It kept entangled like chains, temporarily trapping him in place.

At this time, another figure appeared above Bai Zhanyuye's head, his whole body was shrouded in black robe, and invisible black mist swayed around him. Strong negative emotions such as resentment, fear, despair, and destruction were constantly emanating from his body.

A pale palm with no blood color appeared under the black robe. It was like a cold corpse. As it clasped a huge sickle phantom, it quickly became solid and exposed its own color. It turned out to be a scarlet blood color, as if it had eaten the blood of millions of people.

The evil secret whispers, the painful moans, the desperate wail, the crazy roar... and other sounds penetrated into the wild ears, disturbing his spirit, crushing his will, causing his mind to be eroded and covered by despair and fear.

Swish

The pale palm, like a corpse, suddenly raised the blood-colored sickle, as if a blood-colored lightning flashed, slashing towards his head. At this moment, the terrifying noise suddenly became even stronger.

Dong

A low and dull sound suddenly came from Bai Zhanyu's body, like something sleeping, awakening and beating under the stimulation of danger.

Dong

Another sound, faster and more powerful than before.

Then there was the third, fourth, fifth... His chest was shaking, and as it got faster and faster, it became a heavier and dull "dongdong" sound.

It’s like a battle in the wild chest, hiding a second heart!

The tiny blood vessels on the surface of his eyes suddenly bulged up quickly, but what spread was not blood, but a dazzling golden color, like a burning flame, or a strange mark formed by some kind of countless textures intertwined with each other.

At this moment, his whole body gave people a terrifying feeling that it was extremely powerful and seemed to be able to destroy everything.

"It is a foolish choice for you to use them to deal with me..." A deeper voice came from Bai Zhan Yuye's mouth, not much emotion was revealed, but everyone could clearly feel the anger conveyed in his voice.

Filled with the smell of destruction!

Bang

In the low and loud noise, He, who had white wings on his back, shook his hand forward and suddenly broke, as if he had been under the impact of terrifying power and was hit hard. During the rolling process, his handsome face showed pain and a struggle expression. On his pure and flawless face, textures of depravity and decay appeared, and two slender spiral horns drilled out of his forehead. At the same time, between the white wings behind him, it seemed to have suffered the most terrifying defilement in the world. They quickly became dark, and there was a black flame of nothingness, and gradually spread out to wrap him up, burning into ashes in an instant.

The blood-colored sickle that slashed into the wild is like suddenly eroding by the terrifying river of time. The red and dripping blood on the surface quickly becomes dim and shriveled, like a flower that has lost its moisture. Then it begins to decay, spreading upwards from the tip of the knife, and the large rust is mottled, making people feel a strong breath of death and destruction. A groan of pain sounds under the black robe, and the pale palms are loosened in time, but this is obviously not isolated. The power of death spreading from the sickle. The flesh and blood quickly rots, turning into viscous pus drips, and the exposed bones quickly turn black, as if they have been eroded by the night.

The white robe held the book, the half-saint, and the nose was bleeding from his mouth, nose, and his eyes were frightened. He turned around and ran away with the person who was rotting under the black robe, and did not dare to stay for a moment.
Chapter completed!