Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

Inner strength is swaying in the wind and smoke in the mid-air, dyeing the phantom like morning glow and mist, and thousands of blooming Qionghua are half hidden, and at this moment, the dew is full of flowers and the air is far away.The killing things in Mu Zhuyan's hands are placed in such a picture scroll, and they are not at all abrupt, because this beautiful scenery is here for slaughter.

I am used to inviting the moon to condense flowers with the most emptiness and softness. If all the eleven moves are successful, then I can realize the last and only ultimate move that is firm and fierce-Lu Yunrou.

The heart is too sad, Yunlu thinks softly.

When the martial artist's absolute thought has been born, he wishes to dissipate all the energy in the body and only change one style, and the lingering killing will be all in it, and there is no doubt that he will hit if there is no return.

Mixy's metamorphosis has reached a critical juncture, it is retreating, just a little bit, a little bit more and it can take that step.As if nothing could go wrong, the filth wanted to tear open the Twisted Gate, but a force it had never felt in its long life locked it firmly.

Under the brilliant sky, Blossoms and Nongying, with the fury of thunder, pierced through the shadow-touching barrier.

Mixie's bowed joints were closed, and the heart was firmly covered in it, like a stubborn wall covered with thorns, leaving no gaps.

Mu Zhuyan and the holy spear in his hand had turned into a beam of afterglow and moved forward without any hesitation, colliding directly with it.

The sky and the earth lost their color in the breath, and any rules were rewritten at this moment, and the entire Karas continent was trembling and humming.

The sharp light broke into the joints, causing a crackle sound.The filth made a frightening neigh, but the space around him was frozen as the magic power surged, and he could only watch helplessly as his bones gradually crumbled under the resistance.Under the guidance of clouds, dew, wind and flowers, the cold and sharp killing things sink into the soft heart.

Mixi, who has been lingering in the sinking abyss for an unknown number of years, is so broken at the touch of a touch.The brilliance of the Slaughtering Saint Artifact became more and more seductive, frantically absorbing the fleeing demonic energy, and this powerful tonic poured directly into the body, completely uncovering the last seal left by the Holy Spirit.

Mu Qinyan was a little tired.He allowed the Killing Hallows to greedily steal all of Mixie's power, and he let himself collapse on the ground.He had been avoiding before, avoiding that Algard might be the same as him, a survivor who betrayed the Lord God, because if this is the case, then Algard obviously failed.As a loser, his memory was erased by the main god, and he was plunged into countless worlds, and the sorrow of being trampled by the protagonist forever circulated in the muddle.Such an ending would be worse than death for Mu Zhuoyan.

Now that he didn't have much time left to live, he would rather watch Algard, who accidentally recovered his memory due to the appearance of his own anomaly, successfully break free from the control of the main god.

At least in this way, he didn't lose so thoroughly.

But at this time.

A golden glow suddenly rose in the air, escaped from the entanglement of layers of devil energy, and slammed into Mu Zhuoyan's body on its own initiative.

Something in the dark was agitating violently, trying to snatch the golden glow out of Mu Zhuyan's body.Reluctantly, this thing was scarred and desperate, and it actually sent itself into the soul of the saint regardless of heeding it.It has been imprisoned in the heart by filthy things, and it has been sacrificed day and night. It has already fallen, and now that Mixie is dead, it is also on the verge of collapse. It only relies on an evil desire to find a soul as an embryonic bed to nourish its body.In front of him, there is a saint who is about to fall, and in his opinion, it is the best place to go.

If it can temporarily suppress the digestion of this soul, it will definitely be able to recover a little or two before the arrival of the designated host, so that it will not be powerless to resist.Mu Zhuoyan joined forces with it several times to fight against Mixie. This ray of golden light was very familiar with the fluctuations of his soul, and was afraid of being captured by the killing artifact, so it dazedly and blindly invaded the soul of the saint.

The will of the world in the Keras Continent restricts the fate of all living creatures, but there are two kinds of people that cannot be controlled: the survivors who come from the space of the Lord God, and the Mu Qinyan who is out of the control of the Lord God.

At this moment, the incomplete pieces of godhead cocooned themselves at such a fast speed, it was too late to stop it.

The wood is done.

When Jin Mang wandered in the soul of Mu Zhuyan, preparing to obliterate the saint's original consciousness and take the power of the soul as his own, he found that he had already changed from a hunter to a prey.

What kind of saint is this? He is clearly a monster more terrifying than Mixie.

From the moment the golden glow entered his body, Mu Qinyan had already noticed its strangeness.What Mixie tried to devour and refine was not the artifact fragments, but a damaged godhead.

godhead.

The sudden glimmer of life made the usually calm Mu Qinyan a little dazed.The fading spells in his body have long been like countless evil beasts smelling the fragrance of flesh and blood, rushing upward crazily, and are about to carve up the damaged godhead.

There is no room for Jin Mang to evade his self-inflicted death, and he was already covered in writing in a short while.The damaged hexagonal flow crystal was stained with the mottled color of many generations, exuding a different kind of faint light.At this time, he was firmly imprisoned in the depths of his soul, absorbing the most powerful energy.

Mu Qinyan's body was floated in the air by an invisible force.The golden mist flows like a spring, and the sun is warm and warm after the rain. It surrounds and nourishes the young saints.

The Slaughtering Artifact is still greedily plundering the demonic energy, the two cyclones are close at hand but they are in peace, but others dare not approach them.

"what happened to you?"

The monsters were eliminated, the saints were not dead, everything was going in a good direction, and the atmosphere in the team was obviously much more relaxed.But Saint Maffey's face was slightly pale.What did the saint use to kill the monster with the last blow?She hadn't seen it either.But she knew more than others, and she couldn't help herself not to think deeply, was it really just a vision created by the magic riot after Kaxiu broke through the saints?

"I want to go to Lord Marlo." Murphy bit her lip and said in a low voice.

The crisis on the entire North Shore has been temporarily lifted. If the missing team members are still alive, they will definitely be able to find them.

Although he had doubts about the unknown black gun, Sillietto still chose to put the lives of the team members first: "The third team is left to guard Lord Kaxiu, and they are not allowed to approach at will. The rest of the teams are scattered and search in three directions. Every half an hour, each team will release the original signal and report the situation. After three hours, no matter whether there is any gain or not, they will return to the original place to gather."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

...

The scattered team began to search in this wasteland, and their slightly relaxed mood became a little bit heavy.This place used to be the most prosperous fertile land for life on the north bank of the Funuo River, but now although there are no monsters raging, it is desolate and desolate.The mainland is still caught in the flames of war.A Mixie is by no means the end.

The author has something to say:

Shenge: ...Mom, what's going on here, I'm so scared.

Will of the World: You stupid thing.