The territory of the God-given Army fell into chaos.
People were still stunned by Luo Guangliu's roar before, thinking that this natural selection realm had gone crazy.
A caught swallow, no matter how powerful it is, can do nothing!
But after a few breaths, everyone witnessed the birth of the horrific facts before their eyes, just like witnessing the coming of hell.
Who is Luo Guangliu?
The natural selection elder of Jichi Holy Land, his physical strength is a hundred times that of the ordinary Nascent Soul.
But a body that was as solid as a star could be melted directly without any resistance at all. What a terrifying power it was.
The Nascent Soul closest to Luo Guangliu is his beloved disciple, Xiang Minggong.
Xiang Minggong watched helplessly as the black swallow penetrated Luo Guangliu, and then flew straight towards him.
die!
This is the smell of death.
Hei Yan was getting closer and closer to him, and Xiang Minggong seemed to see the tragic scene after his death.
At this moment, Xiang Minggong was thinking at a speed that he couldn't even understand.
His reaction was so sensitive and so fast that I couldn't believe it.
In less than a blink of an eye, Xiang Minggong calmly used all the defensive weapons in his body, and all the true energy in his body was also attached to the weapons.
The elements with a 70% fit formed an indestructible giant shield.
nineteen!
The luster of the magic weapon rose and fell one after another, and in an instant, nineteen levels of terrifying barriers appeared in front of Xiang Minggong.
Eighteen defensive weapons forged in the Natural Selection Realm, the final defense is his elemental weapon.
Behind the heavy defenses, Xiang Ming Palace is like a commander hiding in a steel fortress. Even if the sky collapses, the fortress will remain unscathed.
This is the confidence that comes from the strong men in the Holy Land.
Bo!
Bo!
Bo!
Unfortunately, in the next moment, everyone was shocked to the point of suffocation again.
Melt!
It is still a peaceful dissolution.
The black swallow flapped its wings calmly, getting faster and faster. It left a straight black trajectory in the air, and the powerful defensive instruments along the way were directly melted, penetrated, and corroded.
Not to mention blocking Hei Yan's trajectory, his speed was not delayed even for a moment.
Bo!
Bo!
Bo!
The sound of the broken magic weapon is not harsh, it is even as clear and crisp as the tinkling of spring water, or like the sound of a diner chewing on a big bone and chewing the brittle bone with his teeth.
Heiyan did not look for the weaknesses of the magic weapon, nor did he look for flaws.
From the strongest point of the magical weapon, it was like a broken bamboo, causing devastating damage and melting like snow.
Thirteen!
fourteen!
…
Seventeen!
4,000 Nascent Souls were suffocated in the air. Before they could blink once, all the magic weapons in front of Xiang Ming Palace had been shattered, and the fragments scattered all over the sky towards the void.
Like pieces of torn paper.
Xiang Minggong's face turned pale.
His brain was numb and he no longer had any thoughts.
Yuanqi!
That is Xiangming Palace's last defense.
pity!
Exactly the same fate, exactly the same dissolution.
The high-level artifacts that Xiangming Palace was proud of were reduced to fragments all over the sky.
He watched helplessly as the black swallow penetrated, his heart went cold and he could no longer breathe.
Then, there was the breath of being deprived of all his strength.
This feeling is called...death!
Xiang Minggong's death is an irreversible fact.
Then, Black Swallow continued to fly towards Deng Guan Tower, dragging an icy black trajectory.
With Luo Guangliu's experience, how could Deng Guanlou wait to die?
He spat out more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood in succession, and his whole body turned into a bloody streak as he fled into the distance.
The demon is disintegrated.
Deng Guanlou burned all his blood and essence, increasing his speed to a level comparable to natural selection.
pity!
The blood-colored trajectory had just flown less than a hundred meters before it fell straight from the sky.
Just like a firework that is about to bloom, it encounters a misfire.
On the way to the fall, this powerful man who was ranked ninth in the list of candidates watched helplessly as Black Swallow continued to drag its icy trajectory towards the densely populated Nascent Soul Realm in the distance.
Deng Guanlou's vitality has been shattered, his life gate has been broken, and he can't live more than ten breaths.
On the verge of death, Deng Guanlou stared blankly at the black track dragged out by Heiyan, as if he saw the handwriting of the god of death in hell.
Just like a judge writing a word on rice paper!
die!
…
"escape!"
"Everyone, run away immediately, in all directions!"
"escape!"
For some reason, Heiyan did not attack King Yueluo, he was still stunned on the spot.
Luo Guangliu also took a pill and instantly recovered from all his injuries.
Fortunately, he broke through natural selection, otherwise he would have been a corpse from that blow just now.
Dead!
In less than a blink of an eye, two disciples that they were proud of were killed without giving anyone a chance to think.
far away!
The 4,000 Nascent Souls formed two camps, still standing in the air in a daze.
It wasn't until King Yueluo's voice came out that they realized the horror of the situation.
pity!
It's all too late.
The trajectory behind Black Swallow has already crossed the sky, and its body has rushed straight down into the Nascent Soul camp in Jichi Holy Land.
No time to escape!
The black swallow is like a sharp arrow that breaks the sky. Wherever the black trajectory goes, there are blooming blood flowers, broken elements everywhere, and cold corpses falling everywhere.
Looking from afar.
The black track is like an endless bridge, and the blood flowers scattered along the way are the human blood oil lamps on the bridge.
bloody!
ferocious!
cruel!
die!
The killing continues.
The dark track is like a strange smile on a ghost face.
The black swallow flew straight to the end of the camp. Then, it returned directly at an angle that ordinary people could not understand, and fell into the cold killing again.
Black Swallow defies the well-known inertia.
Even if you are a natural selection, if you are extremely fast, you cannot directly turn into a very small angle on the same spot without losing speed.
But Heiyan's speed at this moment even surpassed Natural Selection.
That violated the rules, and it just happened.
In the distance, King Yueluo was covered in ice, and drops of cold sweat fell like raindrops.
In the air, that terrifying angular line is shocking.
King Yueluo thought of a picture.
At the end of the endless void, in a world invisible to everyone, there is a giant with the sky above his head and the sea at his feet, writing the lines of death with a brush.
That’s right!
The kind of arbitrary folding corners can only be drawn on rice paper with a pen.
That's from the perspective of Death.
The corpses of more than 1,000 infants were like falling meteors, and their blood had spread all over the earth, like bright red petals.
Killing, continue.
The black trajectory does not stop. At this moment, no one dares to look down on Hei Yan.
That is simply a devil.
The death of the previous 1,000 Nascent Souls also gave the remaining 3,000 Nascent Souls precious time to escape.
Disperse!
The remaining 3,000 Nascent Souls were like a huge firework. After the essence and blood were disintegrated, the Nascent Souls displayed incredible speeds.
They are not stupid.
At present, they are becoming more and more dispersed. Heiyan is exhausted and may still have a glimmer of hope.
One after another, the void was torn apart, and the huge group of fireworks exploded into 3,000 dazzling rays of light.
Looking from a distance, a round flower blooms in the sky.
The blood lines that make up the flower are still running towards the distance, and the flower is still expanding, filling the entire sky in an instant.
From every angle, there is a route for Nascent Soul to escape.
However, Black Track takes its time.
Heiyan abandoned drawing a straight line and started to rotate around it as a curve.
Vortex!
Spin!
That black line is like a starting point in the center of the whirlpool, slowly expanding.
Along the way, each Nascent Soul didn't even have time to scream, before their hearts exploded one after another, and clouds of blood mist bloomed again, like miniature fireworks among flowers.
On the faces of fearful people, there is endless unwillingness and powerlessness.
The vortex becomes clearer and clearer, and spreads wider and wider.
An irregular circle hangs in the air, crookedly, just like the face in the Nascent Soul realm before death.
One mile in diameter.
Three miles in diameter.
The line that creates death is a black ink stain.
The author is like a clumsy naughty boy. He is trying to copy the vortex in the center of the lake. It is not regular, but the human blood fireworks along the way are blooming indifferently.
Ten miles in diameter!
Fifty miles in diameter!
The black track is like an embroidery needle of Hell, it is destructive and indestructible.
One by one, the powerful Yuanying displayed terrifying defenses hysterically, but no matter how powerful the magic weapon or the toughest elemental weapon, in front of the black line, they were like the tenderest tofu, melting directly.
…
fear!
The corners of Luo Guangliu and King Yueluo's mouths trembled, and they had even lost the strength to breathe.
They witnessed with their own eyes that the vortex filled with human lives was still spreading, and they witnessed the real hell coming. Sadly, they were unable to do anything.
The so-called natural selection...how ridiculous!
…
Two holy places.
More and more people are gathering at Jichi Holy Land.
Zhu Gengwei and Jiang Yijian were stunned. Although they were not immersed in the scene, the black trajectory drawn by Hei Yan still made them feel nervous.
As for those Nascent Souls, they were already so shocked that their bodies were cold and their brains were numb with fear.
Especially Qingtian Yi.
Although he had the foresight to escape back to Jichi Holy Land first, the terrifying fear still made him unable to breathe.
As for those Nascent Souls who were rushing to go to the Northern Realm, but were not qualified for a while, they secretly sighed that the sky had eyes and saved themselves from disaster.
You know, the Northern Territory was a hot spot before, and everyone was vying to go there.
The same is true for Linlu Holy Land.
Chezhuang Xu and Ying Zhansheng, the two Nascent Souls, looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.
Nie Chenxi's whole body was numb and he had no intuition at all.
…
Northern realm!
The diameter of the black vortex is still expanding.
Because some Nascent Souls escaped too far, Heiyan could only continue to expand the scope of the death halo.
A hundred miles!
One hundred and thirty miles!
One hundred and fifty miles!
The diameter of the vortex has expanded to the end of sight.
More than 3,500 Nascent Souls have died in the two holy places.
The corpses are more like firecrackers hovering in the air.
The black light penetrates the dry hemp paper easily like a flame.
The sound of his chest exploding had already made everyone numb.
This is an unprecedented death feast.
The remaining 500 Nascent Souls fled for their lives. They didn't know where they were going and whether they could survive.
They don't want to become a spark in the firecracker.
Unfortunately, they could not outrun the pursuit of death.
No one can survive.
Deng Guanlou insisted. He didn't want to take his last breath. He wanted to see all the Nascent Souls buried with him.
Finally, at the end of the line of sight, the last Nascent Soul of the two holy places turned into the last tiny starlight and disappeared in a flash.
The falling body was like a firework that went out, leaving only the ugly barrel, which became pure garbage.
Deng Guanlou finally closed his eyes.
The 200-mile river of blood stands in the sky.
4,000 lives were lost randomly on the Tianyuan treasure vein they once coveted.
The bright red blood penetrated deep into the ground, and the depleted Tianyuan treasure veins were moistened again, and a faint blood glow emerged.
Luo Guangliu and King Yueluo remained in the center of the Shura field, like two dull puppets.
Dead!
All are dead!
In the mighty Nascent Soul army, except for their two natural selections, no one was left alive.
In the hands of King Yueluo, the dark birdcage seemed to still be mocking King Yueluo.