Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

The power of the Holy Spirit, which had always been dominant, was finally suppressed, and the things that had been swallowed should not have been out of the master's control.

The two forces contended in Algard's body, and the weakening golden light shrank back to his chest.The wounds on the body of the Slaughtering Hallows were washed away one after another, and under the torn clothes, the smooth muscles glowed with a honey-colored luster.

The center of Mixie's pupils began to expand, like a gap being pulled open, filled with a deathly silence and gloom deep in the abyss.

It is restless.

In its eyes, the incomplete product that was originally covered by Algard suddenly transformed at this moment, becoming a deadly threat.

Different from Algard who also belongs to Shen Yuan, this human being has a completely restrained breath, just like the holy spirit who sealed it into Shen Yuan thousands of years ago.

The five-sided bony spur wrapped around Mixie's heart bowed slightly inward, and the jet-black jade limbs swelled and cracked, revealing a translucent red bone blade as thin as a cicada's wing.Its pupils shrank upwards, and a bone-piercing section was pulled out from above.

No, it's still a little bit different after all.The breath of human beings is not completely clean like the Holy Spirit, but like filth wrapped in layers of holiness, so disguised that it is difficult to penetrate.That's why it's even more terrifying.

Artifact fragments are about to be wiped of the last will, falling completely into Mixie's filth.It seemed to have lost its vitality, quietly sinking and floating in the center of the pupil, no longer moving.

The desolate space on the north bank of the Funo River.

The giant eyes that contain endless evil are rooted in the soil, facing Mu Zhuyan far away.

The breath of the saint has not stabilized.The turbid space in the body is oppressed and repelled by the scorching text attached to the body, and wailing from the soul.A new vein of power is being constructed, trying to get rid of it.And once this lowly monster loses the protection of its body, it will be completely burned by the soul domain within a short while in the air.

Zhuo Kong has lived for hundreds of years. Compared with those of the same kind who lived and died in the sinking abyss, he has developed a little consciousness. This kind of consciousness is small and strong. He doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to die yet.

Under the control of the newborn's fragile will, the low-level monsters who were forced to avoid it began to actively disintegrate their bodies, trying to integrate power and inheritance into the body that was beyond recognition.

Maybe it's because it's been in this body for too long, or maybe it's because it's so careful and aggrieved.So much so that the vein that had been silent for a long time finally responded, accepting the power belonging to the turbid sky and burying it in the corner.

The body is crushed and eliminated, and the nascent consciousness is disintegrated. It can only use this method to leave its own traces.

The color of Mu Qinyan's pupils gradually lightened until it became transparent.The aurora chain condensed from the brilliance, split into thousands, and struck Mixie like a sharp edge falling from the sky.

Touching the shadow restlessly, resisting it.

Two waves of diametrically opposite colors resist and devour each other.Under the cover of the soul light, in the chaotic penetration and entanglement, the end of the chain of aurora is like an evil weapon that has been roasted until it is red, firmly absorbing all the beards it touches.

The tentacles swayed wildly, trying to break free, and the pain poured into the body of the filthy thing from thousands of ends.The seemingly cold and holy sanction is more like an insatiable madman in essence, sucking its power endlessly.

Mixy couldn't understand why such a saint even behaved more like a monster than him.

The top corners of the giant eyes have been completely drawn out, and the gradually thicker color reaches the extreme at the tip of the tail, as if it is about to spill blood.

Mu Qinyan's gaze covered every part of the soul domain.Even in the chaos, he never let down his vigilance.He had no room for delay, and it was even more impossible to wait at this moment.The robes fluttered, and the barely audible sandalwood in the air was faint, and the saint's figure disappeared in place like a phantom.

He hadn't noticed that Algard's pupils suddenly shrank behind him.

The little boss who was supposed to receive a lunch turned around and jumped to the peak of his life. The three giants of Shen Yuan are fighting each other. As a survivor of a hostile camp, how should they deal with themselves?

No one can give her an answer.

The Holy Goddess seemed to be in a trance, as if she was overwhelmed by the soul light that filled the sky.The eyes that can always see the bottom are still penetrating, but the bottom of my heart has already been slightly distorted.Accidentally discarding Maro's chess piece has already deducted 1000 points from her. If Shen Yuanfang's three bosses die one after another without her participation, it is equivalent to directly cutting off three players who obtained points. way.It's bad news for Shen Yuan's side, and definitely not good news for her.

Helpless, the plot has changed so much that she can't even see through it until now, who changed Kaxiu's fate.A perfectly disguised opponent lurking beside him is really terrifying.

Murphy looked at everyone in the team without a trace, and everyone seemed to be suspicious.At this moment, she seems to be worshiping the probe, concentrating on the twin Bing Yu who is staring at the distance, who knows if, like her, she put all her heart into pretending to be another face and fooled everyone?

All trees and trees were all soldiers, confusing and exhausted. Maffey considered herself a good survivor among the survivors, and this was the first time she encountered such a situation.

Mu Zhuyan's figure passed through thousands of tentacles, and with the cooperation of the aurora chain, he quickly swept towards the heart of the filthy thing.

The five tall bony spurs sensed the danger, like a giant claw, they began to close towards the center.

The power at the top of the curved horn is still being compressed, and the closer it is, the more suffocating it becomes.

Mu Zhuoyan stretched out his hand, his whole body seemed to move like a stream of light, and he was also clasping.It's just that there is an invisible tension in the air, following his movements, it is everywhere, and the filth is tightly held between his palms.

The bone spurs made faint noises to resist this force, desperately protecting the soft heart.

Mu Qinyan's knuckles turned white, but he couldn't completely close them no matter what.If Mixie's tentacles are flexible strikers, then its overgrown bones are the strongest shield walls.Dirty things that are difficult to move, in order to protect their vital heart, nourish this barrier all the time.Now, even within the Soul Domain, Mu Zhuyan couldn't crush it.

The crooked bone horns dormant below converge the foggy light scattered outside, revealing a gorgeous luster.

The tentacles that were bound by the chains suddenly opened the stamens at the end, swayed, and then withered.Countless touch shadows cut off their limbs in an instant, regardless of their care, and came to block Mu Qinyan's surroundings.

The dirty and strange colors burst out, breaking away from the bone horns, and the phantom brought out a residual arc, passing through all obstacles, and stabbing the saint in the air.

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Murphy: Some little bitch must be behind the scenes!