Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

In front of the wriggling membrane flaps, the red crystals protruding inch by inch gather inward, like protective scales, trying to completely cover this place.But even it itself is vulnerable to a single blow.

Mu Qinyan's knuckles protruding from the soul domain seemed to condense the richest holiness in the world, and one couldn't help but hold his breath to capture his slow and elusive trajectory.

The magic power of the Holy Spirit climbed to the apex, touched the filth, then surged, and then exploded.

The blood-colored crystals shattered into powder, blown by the scarlet wind, and mixed in the air, like too coquettish starbursts.

The pure white halo penetrated into the film, like hot lava flowing on the ground, leaving overflowing spider veins in the meandering, which continued to spread around.

The anger from Mixie, the trembling from Mixie, Mu Qinyan could feel it.Overwhelming demonic energy surged within the square inch of the corridor, as if boundless darkness swept in, enveloping everything filthy and evil, enough to drown the soul.

The brilliance of the soul domain is just a little light in the vastness, so insignificant, it will be extinguished at the touch of a trance.The twins Bingyu was embraced, but they seemed to be drunk and slightly dizzy.

The high priest didn't stop, he couldn't stop.

Trembling violently between the soil layers, huge and silent wailing hit the soul one after another.Crimson blood streaks covered the diaphragm, and it ruptured with a crackling sound.

The majestic sea of ​​qi surged wildly, almost burying the soul domain.The fragments of the artifact were aware of it, and at the moment when the prison's strength was weakest, it crazily rushed outward.The energy of the riot spread like a wave across the entire North Shore.

But not enough, far from enough.

Behind the withered diaphragm, the jet-black pupils condensed into a line amidst thousands of demonic energy, and the huge and oppressive scarlet eyes turned in this direction.The eternal oppression, the terrified stare, every inch of skin on the whole body, screamed to escape.

Mu Qinyan couldn't help trembling.

The soul domain will eventually collapse, and the last trace of warmth melts into the bodies of the twins Bingyu, pushing them away from the corridor.

Mixie's weakness, the repulsion of fragments, the heart wall that can be crushed by the power of the Holy Spirit, Mu Zhuyan guessed every ring, but never thought that it would let the artifact riot and draw half of its power to deal with it. Own.

Among the pitch-black and sharp bone horns, the Yishan giant eyes slanted open, Mixie's heart, the source of all filthy power, possesses the power of almost a demigod.

The high priest just faced these eyes, his flesh felt as if cut by a knife, his blood vessels burst, and he bowed and knelt uncontrollably.

Too weak, even if unwilling, also powerless to resist.

The haze in my heart was flooded by bewitchment, and my will was attacked.

At this moment, the heart was burning hot, and something in the chest broke free and began to reveal its own existence.The ripe breath surrounded the nose, expanding a little bit, facing Mixie's darkness.

All doubts suddenly cleared up.

Why did Mixi open another twisted door to devour him, why did he let go of the artifact fragments that were readily available and forcibly keep him.

Because of the willful killing of the Demon King, even if he had doubts in his heart, he branded him with a kiss.The imprint had harmed him so far, but it also saved his life at a critical moment.

The confrontation between the two top predators in Shen Yuan tore the entire tunnel apart.

The veins and soul of the whole body trembled, and the palpitations were like thunder. The illusory figure escaped from the body of the young priest, and the scene that spanned tens of thousands of miles was condensed into reality.

surface.

Suddenly, the corridor in front of him looked like a huge beast that had been split open, revealing a bloody skin that was so foul-smelling.

The ground is beating like a skin, and it seems that a huge mouth may be opened at any time to swallow people into the belly.Lessons learned from the past, let everyone avoid it carefully, lest the same mistakes will be repeated.One of the three priests accompanying him was unconscious and two of them were missing. They were injured at this time.

A group of people did not rush down the corridor, but searched inward along the edge.The eyelashes of the saint in Silieto's arms trembled slightly, and she uttered an unconscious cry, about to wake up.

His whole body was tense, quietly hiding a trace of defensiveness.Signal everyone to slow down.

The frail girl slowly opened her eyes, her face was pale and she looked confused.It seemed that he didn't know why he was unconscious and why he was in Silieto's arms.After a while, Fang regained a trace of reason.

"Where is Lord Marlo?"

"Attacked by a monster, his whereabouts are unknown." Silieto said in a deep voice, his brows were always slightly frowned, and at this moment he was observing the changes in the face of the saint without a trace, and it seemed that there was no difference.

Murphy's expression changed from astonishment to panic, and the uneasiness and worry in his eyes didn't need to be described in words.Just in line with the dependence she usually shows.She was so weak that even when she woke up, she looked even more sluggish than when she was in a coma.At this moment, the spirit was hit hard again, and it was crumbling.I can't bear to say anything more.

Sillietto temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Among the crowd, the shield rider following the temple softly comforted him: "Lord Maro will be fine."

The corners of Murphy's wet eyes trembled helplessly, hiding the watery light in his eyes. After all, he didn't cry, but his body trembled slightly.No one knew that this girl who looked extremely weak was enduring the pain of her soul being torn apart.Too careless, this world is far beyond the original judgment.

the source of everything.

Mixie's trembling eyes were squirming out from the sharp bone spurs little by little.A streak of wandering golden light dashed in its erect pupils, leaving wisps of mist behind, but was slowly eroded helplessly.

It has been stained with blackness and stained with turbidity.Another day, perhaps another moment, will be fully digested.At Jieshi, Mixie gained supernatural power, and stepped back from the weak stage to the peak in one fell swoop, and even went one step further.

It is waiting, thinking.In such a critical period, how many chances are there for Algard's shadow?

If the turbid sky is the lowest devouring object in the sinking abyss, then Mixie belongs to the other extreme.Originally, the big reason why it didn't replace Algard as the final boss wasn't strength.The filth acts only on instinct.It almost covered half of the body of the extremely cold land, after all, it didn't have a brain.

This point, Mu Qinyan is very clear, no matter how high or low the status is, the greatest instinct of the Devourer is greed.

Such pure greed makes the choice of filth extremely simple.If it wasn't for its weakness, it wouldn't hesitate even in the face of Algard's attack.

The killing intent in Algard's eyes was boiling.He still doesn't know what's the difference between this great sacrificial priest who is so fragile every time he meets.

A blurry fragment looms on the surface, something that holds it back is loosening.There was a faint scent in his memory, as if he could get one step closer to what he was looking for as long as he saw this sacrificial priest.

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