Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

Thousands of creepy friction sounds gathered from all directions to the center.It seems that an ancient giant tree is twitching its roots.The ground began to sag downward, making a sound of collapse.

At the mouth of the wind and waves, around Mu Zhuyan and Algard, it seems that there are thousands of snakes and beasts out to wait around.

Mixy has made a choice.The insatiable filth wants to devour Algard's body while digesting the fragments of the artifact.

The twilight was dim red, and the continuously gathering demonic energy covered the sky, which was so low that it was depressing.

The summoned tentacles protrude from the broken red crystal, and the barbs at the tip open and close, like blooming stamens, with bright colors.In this messy narrow corridor, under Mixie's giant eyes, there is no place to move, no place to hide.

Black mist gushes from Algard's body, exposing sharp claws and fangs, matching the killing intent, transforming into tens of thousands of wolf souls, and killing Chuying head-on.

Mu Qinyan's eyes behind him were buried in the darkness, unable to see clearly.The disguise belonging to the high priest faded away, and the man bowed on the ground revealed a trace of gloom.Even though it was just a blow from Algard in front of him, Mu Qinyan could feel that the seal was surging.The imprint left by the Holy Spirit can only be stimulated, but cannot be controlled, so that even though the current Algard is unparalleled in killing intent, his power is faintly stagnant.

The soul domain was unwilling to surge in the body.

Mixie's Eye is parasitic on this land, and cannot escape for a while.As long as you overcome these obstacles and penetrate its heart, even a demigod will surely die.Mu Zhuoyan knew that he might be rebellious by nature, and despite all kinds of emotions, he never felt afraid for a moment.

The turbulent force shook the rock formations, the vegetation was torn, and a large area of ​​the ground collapsed, like a cracked chest, revealing the inside that had been turned over into a mess.

Thousands of tentacles could not wrap all of them around Mu Qinyan and Algard, and they became irritable and began to wreak havoc.The entire area has been reduced to a forbidden area.

Algard was dubbed the name of killing by the Keras continent, and his power was completely different from that of Mixie.The latter is a mixture of the complex resentments of thousands of living beings, while the former only wants to kill.Originally at the peak of prosperity, the king did not see the king, no matter who was stronger or weaker, they were both defeated by the protagonist who cheated in the end.

However, the incentives planted one after another have brought the situation to the present point. Even though both sides have obstacles, they have no intention of retreating.

Algard's body is a supreme weapon.The shadows with scarlet claws left eye-catching scars in the air, and the completely disappeared figure, with the most primitive animal nature, quickly harvested the shadows, stirring up a haze of blood.

Mixie's huge pupils were hidden behind layers of layers, covered in blood mist, moist and evil.The ubiquitous sight casts projections in the soul all the time, like the key to unlock the shackles of sin, over and over again, bewitching the ambition that was originally buried in the depths without seeing the light of the sky.

Mu Qinyan has too many evil thoughts in his heart. He crushes the sins committed by Bai Shi, the tyranny he buried, and the unwillingness to whitewash, any of which can push people into the abyss.However, he is so used to disguising, being good at forbearance, and knowing how to hibernate, he has lived day after day from batch after batch of survivors, but if his seemingly long and enviable life is completely manipulated by others, he will eventually die. will become a torment.

Without Mixie's temptation, the young high priest has already rotted inside.

A trace of greed flashed in the huge pupils of the filthy thing.In the air, something leaked out, making breathing dull.

The extreme malice began to condense from the size of a normal human eyeball, with a thick and dark color that even the light could not deviate from.

The terrifying breath keeps climbing, depriving the trembling, reaching the apex, freezing and stilling.

It exploded silently.

The airflow is howling.

Algard retreated instantly, blocking Mu Qinyan.

The corridor riddled with holes was the first to collapse.The power of terror is overwhelming, sweeping across the entire north shore.

The ground was cracked inch by inch, like a sunken valley. In the middle, there were five ferocious bone spurs, clean and unknown, surrounding the huge round eyes, slightly undulating.The golden inch light in the middle is almost invisible.

A large amount of blood flowed down, and half of Algard's body was indistinguishable.The square inch behind is an intact land that has not been affected.

The chaotic airflow formed whirlwinds, blocking the vision together with the shadows of sand and stones.Long before the tentacles retracted abnormally, Sillieto had already made the remaining five shield knights build up barriers.At the cost of breaking the shield on three sides, it barely blocked Mixie's aftermath of detonating nothingness.

This is no longer a battle they can intervene in. If it wasn't for the delay in finding the missing Mu Zhuoyan and his party, he should have ordered a retreat long ago.But now, even if he didn't find it, he couldn't continue to search forward with the people behind him.Sillieto knew that he had no right to make decisions about other people's lives.Even though the eyes were covered by the wind and sand, the evil still tirelessly lured all the living things forward from the bottom of my heart.The upright swordsman's face was resolute, as if he hadn't wavered a bit.

The saint who was following him lowered her eyebrows and couldn't see the look in her eyes clearly. With her ability, the saint's breath would have no effect on this energy-chaotic land.She seemed to know her cumbersome situation, or because Marlo was missing, she kept quiet and silent all the way.

"Just getting close has reached this point. Even if we really find the root of all this, can we really stop it?" There was an extremely deep wound on his arm, "It's better to find Lord Kaxiu as soon as possible, and retreat first before making plans."

"We have been searching for so long, but there is no trace at all. They were directly swallowed by the gap, and the chance of survival is slim."

"The shield is damaged, so next time there will be such a wave, it will probably be difficult to resist."

After all, most people have the idea of ​​​​backing out.Even at the beginning, it was with a certain death attitude.The gap is too big, some people are not afraid of death, but it is worthless to be afraid of death.

Sirietom was silent and made no statement.

"If I don't find Lord Maro, I won't leave." The always weak saintess was unexpectedly tough.She knew in her heart that she was trying to die, but she still had a soft and tenacious look on her face.

It attracted everyone's slight sideways attention.

Marlowe was bound to die, and no one knew that better than she.The collision of this level of power is probably the pinnacle of this world, and if they and their group move forward rashly, they will simply seek their own death.Reluctantly, she couldn't express her thoughts at all, and the saint only hoped for one thing in her heart - to knock me out, and then we left.

She stared at Sillieto with scorching eyes, and was misinterpreted as a result.

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Mixy's heart is its eyes.