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It seems that the giant sword should not exist in this world.

Driven by the huge ghost power, it obtained extremely fast speed and acceleration, and directly stabbed at the "beautiful" but clumsy imitation in the sky.

No, the giant sword had already pierced it when it realized that the action of "stabbing" had occurred!

That is definitely not a phenomenon caused by the speed beyond the naked eye, but seems to be——

The time and space in between were stolen by some unknown existence.

Even An Le didn't know where the stolen time went.

Maybe... was eaten by this giant sword?

A vague guess arose in An Le's mind, but he himself was a little surprised. This is obviously just a giant sword constructed by his imagination and relying on ghost power. How could it have such an effect?

However, now is not the time to ponder this question.

An Le's eyes closely followed the giant sword.

As the blade of his sword fiercely pierced through the eyeball in the sky, he was able to hear——

"Roar!!!"

An extremely shrill and painful cry came from somewhere in the sky.

It is not a sound that any human being or living thing can make, it seems to sound directly from the soul.

And the ghosts who heard this roar all showed painful expressions without exception, as if their souls were about to be torn apart by it.

Xiao Mo, who became one with Mrs. Cat, covered her ears with her furry paws, trying to relieve the discomfort.

But even so, Xiao Mo's eyes were still fixed on the sky.

She wanted to see how much damage that giant sword could do to the undead.

I saw that after the eyeball was pierced, a black-gray viscous liquid flowed out of it, like an egg yolk pierced by chopsticks, or... its blood!

Exudes a strange and extraordinary atmosphere.

What is contained in it is the original substance of this undead, and every drop is accumulated and condensed by it over a long period of time.

But at this time, these "blood" were actually attached to the blade of the giant sword.

As if... being absorbed by it?

Along with this process of absorption, an invisible connection was re-established in An Le and the giant sword, and gradually became closer.

An Le thought to herself: 'Why...again? '

At the same time, the eyeballs trembled violently.

The original structure and shape are undergoing weird changes.

The piercing like a giant sword destroyed the inner core, making it no longer able to maintain this posture.

There are constantly proliferating messy lines, and the just right and wonderful colors are turning into gray irresistibly.

The thrilling beauty, as if it should not exist in this world, disappeared in just a few seconds.

In its place was an ugly and misshapen eyeball-shaped monster.

If you compare Caicai's eyes to a master-level painting, you will be shocked by "beauty" the moment you see it, and your soul will be shocked by it.

So now, this is nothing more than a random graffiti left by a child who doesn't understand anything.

Rather than saying that the beauty disappears, it is better to say that it has returned to its original appearance.

Anle knows.

The undead are just a poor imitation of a part of the image of a certain god.

Now that the imitation has been exposed, the undead no longer carries his characteristics, and it will become like this, which is naturally very normal.

So it also appears to have suffered some sort of backlash.

The entire sky seemed to be trembling.

Even if she didn't get close, An Le could read from it... Pain and despair.

That is the emotion from the undead.

Xiao Mo on the ground became more and more astonished: 'So, do the undead also despair? '

But at this time, the crisis is far from over.

The undead occupying the sky was indeed seriously injured by the sword, but the centipede, dead but not stiff, as an ancient existence that existed in this cemetery for thousands of years, it was not easy to kill it completely.

and……

An Le caught a glimpse of the change in the distance from the corner of his eye.

At the edge of the silent cemetery, the tombstones are shattering, and a dark and viscous liquid is seeping out from the cracks in the ground.

The tombs that were once inhabited by people were infiltrated by it, and the well-preserved or rotten corpses in them became their nutrients.

In the process of blending into the black liquor, it becomes stronger and stronger.

It's not hard for An Le to guess that the petroleum-like liquid may be the existence of the "restart" in the Silent Cemetery.

When it swallows all the ghosts, corpses, and undead, it means that the harvest is complete.

The Silent Graveyard will also enter the next reincarnation.

If the "restart" reaches the final step, I'm afraid even he will never be able to escape.

'It seems that only...'

An Le made up her mind, and stopped paying attention to the undead and giant swords in the sky, but mobilized all the ghost power that could be mobilized again to expand the scope of the soul mill.

What he has to do now is to absorb all the ghosts before the black slime swallows them up!

At the same time, with the help of this huge ghost power, an extremely terrifying existence was constructed.

*****

In the gray sky, countless fine cracks appeared.

The eerie power, despair, and the breath of the undead itself are like turbulent currents in the ocean, entangled and mixed together.

Like a cumulonimbus cloud in a thunderstorm, it is full of rage and chaos. If someone is in it, he may be torn to pieces by the turbulence at any time.

But the giant sword did not move resolutely, as if these violent energies had no effect on it at all.

"Roar!!!"

The roars and wailings that hit the soul directly sounded out one after another.

That was the last struggle and revenge of Skyfall Undead.

After being pierced by the nameless giant sword, no matter how hard the undead tried, even trying to cut off the connection with the eyes it created, its vitality is still passing away, and its existence itself is fading and disappearing bit by bit .

Therefore, its body split apart like a puzzle, turning into pieces one after another.

in the inevitable split.

What frightened the soul of the undead the most was the giant sword, which seemed to be absorbing its original essence every moment.

The weaker it is, the stronger the great sword.

The remaining intelligence of the undead couldn't help but start thinking—is this sword really the one it saw before?

How is this possible?

To be honest, this feeling of step-by-step decline and powerlessness brings deeper despair to the Sky Undead than a momentary death.

It's like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, killing it one at a time.

As a result, the undead finally couldn't bear this torture, concentrated all its strength, and then vented it without reservation!

The terrifying turbulence no longer stays in the sky, but...

Falling like a meteor!

The black-gray fragments, wrapped in a pitch-black aura, smashed heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the energy exploded.

In an instant, a not shallow deep pit was left on the ground.

And there are so many fragments like this that it is almost impossible to count.

The entire silent cemetery seemed to be turned into a bombing zone, with violent fragments falling and exploding one after another.

Smash the ground here beyond recognition.

Dirt, gravel, splashes everywhere.

And because of the particularity of the undead, this kind of explosion also caused damage to those ghosts.

Their limbs were blown to pieces, and their empty faces were filled with pain.

But the change in the Silent Cemetery is far more than that.

The ground under the ghost's feet continued to tremble, and there were more and more traces of cracks like spider webs, from which dark mucus flowed out, as if foreshadowing that something deep underground...was waking up!

The shape of some things can be vaguely seen from the pitch-black slime.

Messy hair, tattered clothes, torn pieces of cloth, severed fingers... are just the things that people buried in the silent cemetery in order to "survive".

It's just that they are all dyed in pitch black now.

Like incompletely dissolved granules and incompletely digested residues in the stomachs of animals, they remained in the black mucus.

These existences were originally ordinary things, neither mysterious nor supernatural.

but.

Time itself is the greatest force.

Perhaps, even the gods cannot resist the power of time.

After a long time of baptism, coupled with the mysterious power that shrouds the cemetery, it is equivalent to a strange ritual, transforming these things into a part of the dark slime, giving them unusual and weird properties.

As for the principle and cause behind this, no one knows.

For those who still live in the silent cemetery, it doesn't matter at all.

All they have to consider is... how to survive in front of it!

Xiao Mo, who practiced the method of human-cat fusion, carried Gan Xiang on his back, tossing and turning in the continuous "bombing", avoiding the final outpouring of the undead.

"Hoo-hoo--"

Xiao Mo was panting heavily, and his mental strength was highly concentrated, predicting where the debris on the top of his head might fall.

Its movements are extremely sensitive and fast, but there are too many fragments that cannot stand up, and the explosion of each fragment will spread to an area.

Even if Xiao Mo has a protective Transcendent relic on his body, if he gets hit a few more times, he will definitely be injured.

However, compared to the "bombing" that fell from the sky, what made Xiaomo more uneasy and even afraid was the dark slime.

She was sure that if she touched the petroleum-like liquid, she would definitely be dissolved by it just like ghosts and corpses.

Doomsday!

The silent cemetery at this time is completely a scene of the end of the world.

There is a continuous turbulent flow of energy pouring from the sky, and a pitch-black liquid that seems to melt everything spreads underground.

As if everything would be destroyed.

In this environment, it is especially difficult for them to protect themselves.

When the fragments fell, Xiao Mo was able to breathe for a while, and she looked worriedly at where An Le was.

The huge ghost mill is still turning, but it is several times slower than before.

There is the hardest hit area of ​​"bombing".

Xiao Mo had witnessed with his own eyes that several larger fragments exploded there.

The most important thing is that the nearby ghosts are being destroyed by the explosion of undead fragments.

Without the raw material, it is naturally difficult for the millstone to turn as before.

This is not the only thing that worries Xiao Mo.

Since the counterattack of the undead in the sky just now, the aura of that mysterious and terrifying Mr. A suddenly fell silent.

The falling shards and the spreading black goo turned a deaf ear.

It seems that you don't care about the changes in the unexpected world at all, but focus on something.

Xiao Mo couldn't help thinking pessimistically: 'Could it be...even he can't help it? '

Even if she doesn't want to admit it, Xiao Mo knows that the current crisis is far beyond her ability.

Now, all she can rely on is the strength of Mr. A.

If there is nothing they can do about this man, they can only wait quietly for death to come.

Xiao Ganxiang on the side, although she doesn't know so much, can feel the danger coming.

She cheered for An Le in her heart, and said to herself silently: 'Come on, big brother! '

Just, a moment later.

In Xiao Mo's perception, the aura of Anle did not rise slowly, but went down all the way, getting weaker and weaker.

The ghost power absorbed by him is being consumed at an astonishing speed.

As a result, the terrifying and mysterious temperament is slowly diminishing.

He himself was even more motionless, not only stayed where he was, but even the millstone that continued to digest the ghost no longer maintained it, and completely dissipated.

In the eyes of others, this undoubtedly means to give up struggling and wait for death in place.

Xiao Mo saw that the black mucus oozes from the feet, and the mucus not far away has already surrounded them like a wave.

Nearby, there is almost no place to stand.

On Anle's side, the mucus was no longer satisfied with just a thin layer on the ground, but piled up to a height like a hill, trying to swallow this tiny human being.

There was a bit of sadness in her pretty cat eyes, and she murmured in her heart.

"Miao Miao, it looks like we won't be able to get out of here this time, meow."

Sha Miaomiao responded from the bottom of her heart: "Maybe it is..."

"However, it's not bad to be able to die with you, Xiao Mo."

"Meow!"

Before the two entered the sad memory-killing session, Xiao Mo suddenly exclaimed.

The hairs all over her body stood up like a hedgehog, and then she turned her head in disbelief.

Xiaomo and Mrs. Cat saw it together...

Door!

A door that cannot be described in words.

It seems to have no entity, but it clearly lies in this world.

The gate has no fixed size, it is determined by the person who observes it, and it changes into different appearances as the mind changes.

The moment he looked at the door, Xiao Mo felt a line of sight.

His eyes are full of majesty, as if he can watch everything in the world rise and fall, as if he can transcend life and death.

The colorful halo is located in the center of the gate, constantly rotating and changing, forming various mysterious colors, and the flowing light on it shines on all inspirations.

However, behind the halo, there is only one color left.

That is, the eternal existence on this door——

Netherworld.

It may not be black, it may not be a shadow, and it is not an "unobservable" thing, but if you want to find a word to describe it accurately, it can only be "ghost"!

It seems to be a color, and it seems...

is the abode to which death should ascribe.

And the moment this door appeared, whether it was the undead dying in the sky, the ghosts that were lucky enough to exist around, or the weird and terrifying slime, they all let out horrifying screams, echoing over the cemetery.

Thanks to "Nicholas Xuan" for the reward of 100 coins! Thank you so much!

At the same time, I wish "qrfeng" a happy birthday! Woohoo, sorry for not being able to add an update today... definitely next time!