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Chen Xing returned to the Wilderness Bus as the command center. Due to the excessive acceleration just now, the contents inside were staggered, and Xiao Yang and several guards were packing up.

Strike while the iron is hot. Chen Xing rested for half an hour and ate some Ying-style dishes made by Jianyue Canglian, then shut himself into the lounge and once again entered the undercurrent of time and space.

Although the interval between the two is a bit short, and the probability of encountering danger will increase exponentially, but now it is a tug of war, he rests, and the one-horned Razer will also rest, so he must work hard to take down the black pottery urn.

He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and immersed his mind in the endless darkness little by little.

At the same time, the one-horned thunder snake entrenched on the black pottery urn is greedily absorbing the sand. The wound on the snake's body is healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing scales, and the one-horned horn on the head is gradually recovering. smooth.

After a while, the one-horned Razer suddenly sensed something and turned his head abruptly.

In the huge vertical pupil, two streams of fire that cut through the darkness were immediately reflected.

In the void, a goblin fighter jet swooped down, and the machine guns under the wings on both sides emitted fierce flames.

"Hala!"

"Da da da da da da da da!"

A long string of bullets was accompanied by exuberant shouts, all hitting the one-horned Razer's body, and the warhead slashed the scales and gave out horrible sparks.

The one-horned thunder snake screamed in anger. It had no energy supply in the outside world and could only flee in a desperate manner. But here, it was the king of darkness.

The small arc pulsated, converged to the tip of the unicorn, and then a thick thunderbolt shot out.

"boom!"

The goblin fighter was instantly destroyed, and the broken planks and parts were scattered everywhere.

The one-horned thunder snake raised its head proudly, and the falling fragments in the snake's pupils gradually decomposed into tiny star sand, and finally annihilated in the darkness. It neighed triumphantly, and was about to turn around to continue to **** the golden sand in the black pottery urn, when two more creatures flew over.

"Hala!"

The goblin riding on the back of the giant bat threw out the burning bottle.

"Pong Cang!"

The glass bottle smashed on the hard scales and broke into countless pieces. Fire oil spilled out from inside, igniting a raging fire on the snake's body.

The one-horned thunder snake was scorched and furious, frantically twisting the snake's body to extinguish the flames, and then shooting lightning at the two bat knights who did not live or die.

"Fuck!"

Before the two Batriders pierced by thunder and lightning had time to shout, they turned into flying ashes.

However, several goblin wolf cavalry ran out of the darkness again, clamoring provocatively while brandishing the choppers in their hands.

Another thunderbolt shot out, ending their hustle and bustle, but the matter did not end. A new group of goblins jumped out again and rushed towards it yelling.

These little green monsters lined up one after another, as if endless.

Although the lightning power of the unicorn thunder snake is so powerful that it can instantly kill the goblins, even the strongest steam tank can not withstand the bombardment of thunder and lightning, but the goblins continue to rush towards the black pottery urn. They are extremely scattered in twos and threes, and cannot be eliminated by thunder and lightning. The one-horned Thunder Snake is exhausted and annoying.

A protracted battle of will and endurance kicked off.

Chen Xing's tactics are very simple, using cannon fodder to consume the enemy's strength until the enemy is exhausted and finally flooded by the green ocean.

The one-horned thunder snake continuously shoots out lightning to wipe out the invaders one by one. When the energy is almost exhausted, he crawls to the mouth of the urn and **** the sand. Back and forth, and again and again.

However, energy can be replenished continuously, but the body cannot stop to recover.

The one-horned thunder snake and all mutant creatures, including humanoid creatures, need to repair organ damage through dormancy. Excessive use of psychic energy can cause internal organ fatigue and blood vessel breakdown.

For the first twenty-four hours, the one-horned Thunder Snake was not fatigued, but by the second twenty-four hours, the action had begun to become sluggish, as if it was filled with mercury, and it was difficult to block, and the third twenty-four hours At the end of the hour, its scales had begun to hemorrhage. This is the result of large-scale rupture of capillaries.

At this time, Chen Xing was also approaching his limit.

He had a bleeding under his skin, and his nostrils and ears were full of crusted blood clots. At the spiritual level, the Lingchi Bi was covered with dense cracks, as if it would shatter into a dregs with a light touch.

This is a life-and-death competition of will and endurance. Whoever can persist until the end is the winner.

Jianyue Canglian, who was guarding her side, was anxious, but did not dare to make any moves.

The undercurrent of communication time and space is extremely dangerous, and as a result of rash interference, it is very likely that the master will be lost in the endless darkness forever.

The only thing she can do is wait.

The long, painful, heart-wrenching wait...

"This ghost, why don't you give up!"

Somewhere in the undercurrent of time and space, Chen Xing was so angry that he sent out goblins while cursing.

He is already at the end of the crossbow. Although his body is still full of psychic energy, his blood vessels can no longer support him, and his internal organs are on the verge of collapse.

And his opponent was similar to him, hanging his head on the urn mouth, blood flowing from under the scales, and the whole snake body was dyed red.

Although embarrassed, he persisted, turning his head and firing lightning every once in a while, tearing up the rushing goblins.

"No way!"

"If you continue to consume it like this, you will be disabled even if you win."

Mental injuries are more deadly than physical injuries. Physical injuries can also be treated with a therapist or medication, but mental injuries are permanent.

Once the spiritual pond is broken, you may lose the extraordinary power of the evolutionary forever.

Several plans flashed through my mind. After a short hesitation, Chen Xing decided to take the risk.

He summoned a large number of goblins, scattered them, and rushed in all directions.

He mixed in one group of goblins, slowly approaching the target. He intends to take advantage of the Goblin to draw the attention of the Razer Razer, forcibly drag the black pottery urn into the domain, and then retreat all over.

When Razer was in good condition before, it was difficult to do this, but now the opponent, like him, is half dead. His vision is blurred now, everything is blurred, the light and shadow are overlapped, and the colors are chaotic. If he hadn't been supported by willpower, he would have fainted a long time ago.

He believed that Razer's situation would not be much better than him.

In the darkness, the archer hiding behind the goblin opened the slingshot.

"Shoo!"

The small stone hit the snake's pupil, although it could not break through the stratum corneum, it caused great pain.

Sure enough, the one-horned Thunder Snake was angered by the Goblin Accurate Archer, and its thick body snaked down and rushed towards the Goblin Archer in the distance. The arc is beating on the unicorn, ready to emit thunder and vent anger at any time

Chen Xing speeded up, and in a blink of an eye he came to the **** pottery urn. The area behind him opens, releasing powerful suction.

The debris fragments everywhere were sucked into the field one after another, and fell into the vast ocean. However, the black pottery urn remained motionless, as if a mountain in a monstrous flood, motionless.

Chen Xing gritted his teeth and tried his best. Suddenly winds and waves in the spirit sea, more than a dozen runes bloom golden light at the same time.

The green veins on the forehead of the body in the wilderness bus lounge were exposed, and blood lines spurted out of the broken blood vessels.

"Lord, master!"

Seeing Yue Canglian was nervous, there was no trace of blood on Qiaomei's face, and her arms spread her white lotus root. She wanted to step forward and hug her master, but she didn't dare to act rashly, causing her master to fall into a deadly place.

She gritted her teeth and took out the ripper from Chen Xing's body. Sit down cross-legged, with the tip of the knife facing inward, against his lower abdomen, his face decisively: "If the master is unpredictable, go up to Tiangong and down to Huangquan, Canglian is willing to follow him to death."

"Cang Lian will always be by her master's side and serve her."

"But Canglian is still young and wants to have more good memories with her master, so..."

"Please, Master, you must come back alive!"

"Om!"

As if hearing her prayer, the large black pottery urn in the undercurrent of time and space made a dull hum, and the huge urn like a mountain vibrated, and then began to move slowly, being pulled into the field inch by inch.

"It's done!"

Chen Xing was surprised, and at this moment, the one-horned Thunder Snake who heard the movement turned his head. Seeing that the treasure of life was about to be taken away, the light of thunder burst in the eyes of the snake, and the body that had been slow and clumsy suddenly regained its vitality and flew back like lightning.

Chen Xing yelled badly in his heart, and sensing the eagerness of his master, the White Wolf King rushed out of the domain and rushed towards the one-horned thunder snake.

"Wow!"

One face, the White Wolf King was hit by the one-horned thunder snake. A sharp unicorn slashed under the ribs, and blood spilled out of the organs.

He was hit hard in an instant, and the White Wolf King lost his combat effectiveness and turned into white light and flew back to the realm.

"Goblin Warrior!"

Seeing Razer approaching, Chen Xing shouted. But there was silence in the field, not to mention the high-level goblin warriors, not even the lowest-level goblin craftsman came out. Forcibly absorbed the black pottery urn, which has exhausted his little power.

"hiss!"

The sharp neighing pierced the eardrums, and the stench pungent. In the blink of an eye, Razer's big mouth of blood was already thrown down in front of his eyes.

Chen Xing's eyes widened, he was already unable to make any resistance, not even lifting a finger.

Seeing that it was going to fail, or even shattered, at the moment of the moment, a crisp cry rang through the sky and the earth, breaking through the endless darkness like a sharp sword.

At a few points, the green light rushed out of the light sea and rushed towards Razer like a bamboo.

The sacred bird Qingluan!

Razer stagnated, seemed to feel a huge threat, and stopped biting. The arc is beating on the unicorn, crackling, and a thunder is coming.

Brewing.

"not coming back!"

Chen Xing's eyes were about to split, but Qingluan rushed forward, using their beaks and claws to bite and scratch frantically.

For a time, the scales of the snake peeled off, and the vertical pupils splashed blood, forcing Razer to retreat steadily.

Qing Luan seemed to have the advantage, but in the next moment, the unicorn burst into a fierce electric light.

Immediately afterwards, a thick electric arc surging out, like a dragon going out to sea, with a mighty momentum, illuminating the surroundings in the day.

"Do not!"

Chen Xing roared, but he could only watch a few green lights submerged in the incandescent electric light.

When everything was calm, only strands of ashes were left.

Chen Xing's tears couldn't stop pouring out.

That’s it. Let’s go to see Yunshan Wuhai and see the mighty world. Whatever you do, how can you...

The sorrow and anger in the heart turned into endless power.

The raging sea rolled up a column of water. The water column turned into a chain of gods in the air, shooting at the big urn one after another, firmly entangled.

"Om!"

The black pottery urn made a huge hum. The chain of gods rubbed against the urn, making a metal roar. A violent, hysterical force pulled the urn body, completely dragging it into the realm.

"boom!"

The **** pottery urn fell from the air and slammed into the sea heavily, causing a thousand layers of waves.

Chen Xing only felt that his body was light, and he felt a sense of loss of strength after excessive physical exertion.

Outside the domain, the spatial cracks slowly closed.

When the familiar feeling disappeared, the one-horned thunder snake let out a sorrowful cry. The treasure that has been without company for many years is like poaching its snake heart. It stared at the human being who took the treasure with crimson eyes, and it was full of resentment.

Chen Xing immediately retreated, trying to escape the undercurrent of time and space, but was surprised to find that he was entangled by a strange force and could not leave.

"Well, what's going on?"

After a brief panic, Chen Xing calmed down.

If you come, you will be at ease. If you can't escape, let's fight!

Seeing the one-horned Razer approaching step by step, he clenched his fists, preparing to fight to the death. His body may collapse and turn into a pool of blood, but before that, his enemy must die!

Razer opened his blood basin, shook the scarlet letter, made a sharp neigh, and then rushed forward frantically.

The realm opened again, and countless goblins swarmed out, instantly flooding Razer. The choppers and sticks fell madly, and the self-detonating soldiers holding the explosive barrels blew up one after another.

Faced with the siege of the goblins, the one-horned Razer did not care, only the human who took the treasure in his eyes.

I saw it ramming and rushing in front of Chen Xing, the snake twisted and entangled it firmly.

Chen Xing struggled desperately, beating, and biting with his teeth. Even if it is dead, he will drag the other party to hell.

At this moment, the giant urn that sank into the Linghai Sea rose up, the mouth of the urn was exposed to the sea, and golden sand spewed out, dyeing a large area of ​​the sea into gold.

Countless star sand overflowed from the surface of Chen Xing's body, like fireflies in the dark, floating in the dark, bright and dark.

Immediately afterwards, these fireflies flew towards the same place as if they were attracted by something.

In the darkness, a little golden light was lit up, as if the sun was rising, and the glory was immense.

Then it burned like a fireball.

Chen Xing felt a sense of familiarity hidden in the fireball.

Then, a phoenix rang resounded all over the world.

The cry was loud and bright, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks.

A pair of wings spread out from the flames, bringing up the sky full of sparks.

A proud head lifted up, with innate loneliness and dignity.

It turned out to be the king of birds, the phoenix!

In ancient legends, Qingluan is the predecessor of the phoenix. Nirvana in the ashes, rebirth in the fire.

From then on, I looked at all beings and looked down upon the world.

The body of the snake entwining Chen Xing froze, and the continuous tightening force disappeared.

In the darkness, two more golden lights lit up.

The high-pitched phoenix sounded one after another, and two pairs of fire feathers fluttered away.

Three phoenixes!

The one-horned Razer finally understood what it was facing, quickly let go of Chen Xing, and escaped toward the depths of darkness.

But how could Phoenix give it a chance, let alone three.

In the blink of an eye, the one-horned thunder snake was overtaken, and its sharp beak pierced the snake's pupils, pecked the eyeballs, leaving a deep hole in blood.

Six sharp claws cut away the scales of the snake, opened the belly of the snake, and pulled the internal organs out.

The neigh of the one-horned thunder snake gradually changed from high-pitched to sad, getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a dead silence.