Chapter 1358 Wall

The long firelight spread in the darkness, illuminating the twitching outline of the body, as if the six-headed snake-like ruler was coming to an end under the slash of the glorious sword.

The dark blood surged and spread like a spring, and countless solidified souls broke away from the shackles of the blood, rose up, and then quickly dissipated under the dazzling blade.

The sword blade struck the ground.

The old figure stopped for a moment, breathing heavily.

Behind him, those galloping lights also stopped in the air, looking back in confusion.

"Mr. Xinqin, what's wrong?"

Kuafu picked up the Sea-Dinging Needle and said jokingly, "You can't walk, can you?"

"Well, I can't walk anymore."

The saint held the hilt of his sword, raised his hand, wiped the blood from his long beard, and did not look back. He just said, "I accidentally went too far. You guys should go first."

He said, "I'm tired."

The smile on Kuafu's face froze slightly, and he didn't hesitate for too long: "Wait for us for ten minutes."

"Yeah, ten minutes."

Xin Qin nodded and did not look back to stare at the fading light: "By the way, I have always disliked that boy... This time, thank him for me."

"Tsk, go in person if you have the chance, old man."

Kuafu waved his hands unhappily and waved goodbye. The miracle-engraved somersault cloud took off again into the distance, but he finally told him: "Ten minutes."

The old sage did not answer.

He just held on to the hilt of the sword and tried his best to stand upright, his rickety back straightened again.

The dark cracks in his chest expanded, his wriggling internal organs were covered with decaying mold, and his blood dried up, as if it had drained from the abyss.

This is the final curse before the ruler falls.

"Ten minutes?"

Xin Qin raised his head and murmured softly: "Is it a bit too long?"

Above the gloomy sky, thunder roared, but no one responded, only huge figures rising one after another from the spreading sea of ​​blood.

Suffocating black lights roared from between the clouds.

Hot pursuit.

"You are so troublesome."

The saint standing alone sighed impatiently, his eyes dropped, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword in his hand: "A man who does not control his heart is like a ruined city without walls."

At that moment, sharp and blazing flames burst out from his eyes again, as if stinging every pair of eyes in the darkness.

The roars continued one after another.

The black lights that followed closely from the clouds hit the invisible wall, making the outline of the towering city appear for a moment. Then, they fell into the earth in an awkward manner, and deep pits were created from the roar.

The dim holy sword once again glowed like the scorching sun.

It illuminates the earth, the endless pursuers and opponents in front of you, and even the huge body of the dead ruler behind the old man. Thick blood flowed out from its body, turning into a river and spreading from the saint's feet.

A scarlet cross was formed.

Authoritative Relic Ascalon!

"Kill all the poisonous dragons and live up to the sacrifice of St. George——"

Xin Qin recited solemnly, and his skinny figure drew his sword towards the abyss, like a waning lion roaring, and invited again: "Come, who will be my opponent!"

Along with those hoarse words, his own soul turned into a wall that could not be crossed, and the invisible iron wall had risen from here. And behind him, the dark sky made of iron was torn apart in the burst of brilliance, and the battle of the Far Travelers had begun again!

Exactly like that here.

The last defense was torn apart.

The strange fog filled with curses and ghosts stirred up waves under the sweep of the Dinghai Divine Needle. Varuna's destructive storm rose from the ground and turned into a tornado. In an instant, it swallowed up the fog that spread throughout the rift valley.

Varuna, who once again transformed into a human form, began to choke violently, with scarlet blood appearing in his eyes. He pushed away the support of his teammates and staggered forward:

"Don't waste time, let's go!"

As if they had cooperated with each other thousands of times, with the experience and trust in each other bred in these countless struggles, the Ascendants moved forward quickly and broke into the turbulent darkness.

The strict and strange palace was shaken.

In the city of evil rooted in hell, flames of destruction rose up. Immediately afterwards, the Poseidon's trident was raised high again, Neptune roared, stabbed down, and the roar of the tsunami burst out.

The azure torrent fell from the sky and turned into nine miserable white turbulences. When they overlapped, they completely enveloped the palace. As they swirled, huge vortices emerged from the surface, swallowing up any interference and intruders from the outside world. , throw out.

Then, the Dinghai Shen Needle expanded rapidly, growing long and long.

Like a pillar of heaven suddenly toppling over, the Dinghai Needle, which had expanded to its limit of mass, hit the huge palace, causing the layers of barriers to instantly collapse and turn into ruins.

The hurricane carried a large amount of broken masonry and flew into the ocean tide like a sky cover, becoming one of the debris in the vortex.

But then, there was a high-pitched cry.

The giant stick screamed and vibrated violently.

Kuafu stepped back and took a staggering step back.

Unbelievable, his Dinghai Shenzhen was actually bounced away?

Among the ruins is a solemn and ancient gate, standing alone.

Without the wall, it seemed impossible to protect the foundation behind the door, but no matter how around or from what angle, everyone could actually see that the door was blocking them in front of them.

He swallowed all the attacks silently without wavering.

"I come."

The sublimated person, shrouded in burning flames and his whole body was burnt and broken, spread out his arms, and behind him, the towering outline of the solar calendar reappeared.

A hoarse cry.

That is the fifth level of the new generation from the American lineage - Nanawat Sin, the Lord of Fire and Sacrifice who sacrificed himself to the Eternal Sun!

The American genealogy is a sublime tailor-made for the authoritative relic, the solar calendar stone!

Enduring the pain of constant burning and rebirth of soul and body every moment, Nanavat-Sin, the Lord of Flames, exists only for the solar calendar stone.

At this moment, the solemn outline of the scorching sun slowly rose from his dripping burning blood. The scarlet blood sun endlessly devoured the correction value and source material, constantly transformed, and in a short span of time, it shrank into At one point, a ray of scarlet light burst out!

Foehn wind spreads.

Under the sheer destructive power of the blessings of the American sun gods of all ages, the strange door burned red, wailed, and quickly dissolved, leaving only strange skeletons that could not be burned away by fire emerging from the iron slurry. , still twitching like a living thing, but it is difficult to reunite.

The remaining aftermath penetrated Neptune's torrent canopy like a broken bamboo. The instant evaporation triggered a series of explosions, and the line of scarlet had penetrated the mountains, crossed dozens of depths, and disappeared at the end of the darkness. , can no longer see clearly where to go.

The last obstacle was neatly torn apart.

More than here and here.

The time difference was less than two minutes, and the four sublimated teams from the current situation had penetrated the realm of hell and entered the deepest hinterland of the Blood Sea.

After gathering almost all the high-end combat power on the battlefield at this moment, and with the support of the Great Mystery, the scarred Ascended Ones finally stood in front of the source of the blood sea.

The gap that pours into hell from the depths.

It's just that it's different from other places...

When the scene behind the door appeared in front of the Ascended Ones, the entire team fell into a brief silence.

I couldn't help but curse loudly.

"Take it!"

Kuafu was furious, "There was no mention of such an unfortunate thing in the mission briefing!"

The giant pillar made of ruby ​​seemed to be supported between the sky and the earth. The giant tree of the sea of ​​​​blood that had evolved to the extreme has become the anchor point of the law of subjugation in this hell.

And right in front of the source of the blood sea, the giant beast imprisoned in the darkness raised its cloudy eyes, its rotten wings pulled the chain, and suddenly unfolded, dripping countless stinky juices.

The crazy giant dragon that was alive but not dead, resurrected from the dead roared, its body was wildly alienated and deformed, and it expanded rapidly!

——The Ruler·The Dragon of Rot!

Because it disturbed the pleasure of the King of Hell's hunting, the giant dragon that was imprisoned here by the subjugated country and turned into a watchdog burst out in hysterical rage. The vitality derived from the element of destruction catalyzed the creation of huge organs, opening its mouth, Breathing out a distorted breath like a tsunami!

No one thought that the Subjugated Kingdom would imprison the Dragon of Rot here to guard the foundation and source of the Blood Sea.

Under the stitching of the Master of Growth, most of its body has been integrated into the crystallization of the giant tree in the sea of ​​​​blood, turning into an activated foundation, and its mutated vitality has continuously flowed into the blood tide. go.

It is so cruel that the ruler is also shackled here, using his endless vitality to make up for his past transgressions and offenses, and to pay the endless blood tax to the subjugated country.

No wonder there is no trace of the ruler or other guards here.

After a long period of torture and shackles, the Rotting Dragon, which was originally a mad dog, has now become a mad dog among mad dogs, madly attacking everything that can and cannot move, and wasting precious resources to guard such things. has a problem.

But now, when this problem is placed in front of the sublime, everyone's scalp begins to feel numb.

The Rotting Dragon, known for its immortality, combined with the vitality in the sea of ​​blood, has turned into a completely bug-level product.

With everyone's strength gathered together, there may be no surprise in winning the battle.

But to completely destroy this thing...

After Kuafu estimated how much correction it would cost to use the innate gossip to burn this thing, he had already seen the scene of Xuanniao hanging himself on the gate of Yanjing City.

It is equivalent to completely burning the entire sea of ​​blood and the corrupt vitality that is close to infinity. Such an exaggerated amount is absolutely impossible to reimburse no matter how big Yegor's situation is. Before that, Dongxia may have been in turmoil due to the huge gap in correction values.

It's completely impossible to achieve.

In the brief silence, a hoarse cough sounded.

From the end of the line.