Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

Countless beards that came out of the nest brought the turbid air from the incomplete wounds, disturbing the clarity of the soul domain.Like the claws of death breaking free from the shackles in hell, regardless of the karma added to the body, they are desperate to drag the saints into the abyss of evil.

The aurora chains around Mu Zhuyan's body were stained by the rotten flesh and blood at the end of the tentacles, and the brilliance on the surface seemed to be dusty, with a thin layer of rust attached.

The dark tide was raging, and a terrifying and dangerous aura locked his figure and was approaching at a high speed.This feeling is like when a flat boat in the sea encounters a stormy wave and turns left and right, and when it is swaying, there is still a deadly thing coming from the deep.

Algard's eyes were deep, and the shadows around him slid restlessly, like countless giant pythons peeping at their prey. As long as there is a slight movement in them, they will definitely try their best to delay them here.

The breath of this newborn young saint is still unstable, how can he escape from such an attack?

Everyone raised their heads high to see the real thing.

But the strange phantom phantom pierced through the layers of radiance in the soul domain, like the Ye Ye that split the curtain, it has already been nailed into Mu Zhuoyan's chest.

Sillietto tightened his grip on the giant sword slightly, his expression was heaviness and unprecedented confusion.What does a newly born saint mean to the war-torn continent of Keras?Almost immeasurable.As soon as it appeared, it fell here.

The chain of aurora vibrated and clanged, and ripples appeared in the void, connecting into a huge net to stabilize the saint's body in midair.It was like the last dying struggle.

After Chuying completed his mission, he lost his vitality and withered in pieces.

In a place where no one else can see, Mu Qinyan's body covered with writing surged to his chest, before the strange thorns that had sunk an inch into his chest, gathered into a gossip jade plate and slowly rotated along a wonderful circuit, momentarily turning the treacherous The venom is sealed between the square inches, protecting the heart veins.

The black jade plate was turning faster and faster, and the wisps of writing almost melted into smoke, constantly drawing the vitality in the body to fight against the external objects.But Mu Zhuyan used the forbidden technique to forcibly raise his realm, which was at the end of his strength, and the vitality in his body had already been stimulated, and there was very little left.At this moment, the jade plate could not get the nourishment it deserved, and cracks gradually began to appear from the center.The hook that condensed Mixie's endless sins went one inch further, almost touching the heart, casting the shadow of death.

Mu Zhuoyan has survived the reincarnation of hundreds of lives, and has never died in the hands of many survivors who are fighting for their lives. He has just escaped from the control of the Lord God for a lifetime, so how can he be willing to die here?

The outwardly expanded soul domains began to shrink inward, and all of them gathered in the saint's left hand.

The cold wind was raging, chilling the bones of everyone who had just been caressed by the soul domain.In the eyes of all the bystanders who witnessed this battle, the decline of the soul domain seemed to be the harbinger of the loss of life of the saints in midair.And when the terrible monsters in the ground get rid of the obstacles in front of them, how should they deal with themselves?

Mu Qinyan closed his eyes, his frowning brows were filled with determination that he had never lost.He has always seen it clearly, he can fight for and grab what he wants by himself, and if he doesn't want to die, he can hold this life with his own hands.From the beginning of the past, he was alone and fearless.

The brilliance exuding a faint chill covered the entire left hand. Mu Qinyan gathered all the residual brilliance in the soul domain with his fingertips and grasped the strange light on his chest. When the touch met, there was a silent tremor and resistance crazily biting the skin.Impeded by the impediment, the thorn light began to release its own fierceness at a faster rate, and the blood that kept gushing out and seeping down dyed his chest red.Every pull brings extreme pain, as if it wants to suffocate people in a hopeless prison and grind them to dust from the bones.The saint's complexion was a little pale, but his hands never trembled.

The faint thorns that were about to be pulled away suddenly bloomed in the body by the left and right sides of the main consciousness, like opening and closing the mouthparts to release all the toxins that were originally intended to be buried in the heart.

Mu Zhuoyan let out a muffled groan, and his ferocious five fingers pulled out the opening and closing flower thorns from the flesh and blood, leaving terrible scars.The blood flowed backwards, and the Aurora Chain supported behind him was faintly transparent, almost dissipating in the air.

Mixie noticed something, and let out a trembling low cry, the five bone spurs cracked slightly, staring intently at the body falling from mid-air, and gave birth to several newborn shadows ready to move.

There was a suppressed light in Algard's eyes, like a beast guarding its own territory sending out a dangerous signal.He bowed and jumped out, tearing apart the restless shadow with his bare hands, catching the saint's body in the air, hugging it into his arms, lowering his head and sniffing carefully, only to find that there was no familiar smell like before except for the blood all over his body.

The power in Mu Qinyan's body has been completely disordered, and the violent energy vortex is distributed all over the body, disrupting the meridians, until the poison infiltrates the flesh and blood, and will soon penetrate the heart.

The forbidden spells all over the body are retreating sadly, and when they completely lose their effect is the time for Mu Qinyan's death.The saint broke free from Algard's arms and stood up. He had no time to be afraid, and he had no last words for the afterlife. If he had tried his best and still wanted to die, then what a person like him could do before he died was to avenge himself.

Even if the magic power is exhausted and the soul domain is lost, the air around Mu Zhuoyan gradually begins to distort, his whole body is shrouded in a mist, and this moment is out of reach.

Every part of the body is aching and decaying, forcibly urging the inner strength, so that Mu Zhuoyan's last breath is like the afterglow of the setting sun, passing away crazily.

Algard's expression became gloomy a little bit, he finally remembered something, his eyes changed a few times, but he sighed for this junior who walked on the same path as him.

The killing intent climbed rapidly, and he, who had been dazed for a long time, had not been so clear for a long time. The dim light shone little by little, pouring into his body, and Algard spoke softly.

"Yu Liansheng."

The saint paused slightly.

"Take me and kill it."

At this moment, all the doubts about Algard in Mu Zhuoyan's mind were instantly resolved, pointing to the answer he was vaguely avoiding.But now, it doesn't matter anymore.

The Killing Hallows was originally a dead weapon.

When Algard's body completely disappeared from the gloom, the ancient blackness glowed with an ominous luster, unparalleled in killing intent.Mu Zhuyan just held him, his soul was already slightly hot.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the issue of punctuation marks, the author has worked hard to correct it since this chapter, and will continue to rectify it in the future. If there are still deficiencies for a while, please bear with me.

Because I am busy with exams recently, I will repair the previous chapters a little bit, I hope everyone will not be disgusted...