The Decomposition of Everything

This wave of three consecutive attacks directly consumed all the energy of the Thunder Fire Phoenix. They were all long-range attacks and could not be broken down and replenished. After all, this is just a thunder and fire phoenix condensed by magic. It is already a big deal to be able to hit three times in a row.

But after such a delay, deputy commander Lian Shan arrived with ten masters of the avenue. It wasn't very far in the first place. The masters of Zhongdao were super fast. The foreigners originally wanted to catch Shen Zhi off guard. Who knew that his thunder and fire phoenix could be stronger and his recovery was so fast.

"You are seeking death!" Lianshan's roar came from afar, but what preceded him was the attack of ten Taoist weapons, including swords, spears, swords, halberds, tripod pagodas and jade pendants. It was really all kinds of things, but the power of Taoist weapons was not just fancy. This area The area is completely rioting.

While canceling the Thunder Fire Phoenix, Shen Zhi added that the powerless Magic Fire Phoenix didn't even have self-destruction power, so it might as well just dissipate. The recovery speed of his thunder and fire phoenix shocked everyone. It was really endless. This was a real one-man army, which blinded everyone's eyes.

Shen Zhi looked calm and stared at these foreigners coldly. This crisis was over. The truly powerful one is actually the thunder fire phoenix technique. Only a few thunder fire phoenixes can work together to rival an intermediate master. Therefore, his hundreds of endless thunder fire phoenixes are the biggest threat to foreigners.

"Withdraw!" Seeing that nothing could be done, the voice sounded again. The golden-winged roc roared and disappeared into the distance across a sheet of golden light. This is the convenience of speed, you can come when you want and leave when you want.

"Are you okay?" Lian Shan quickly came to Shen Zhi's side and couldn't help but said in fear, "It seems that the outsiders already know your weakness. From now on, when you are with us, at least five people must protect you. "

Shen Zhi looked far away in the direction the foreigners were leaving, nodded and said, "That's fine, I think the war is not far away."

There is no wave in his heart. Every silent dormancy is the only way to create future glory. He is ready to go with tenacity, just for that moment, to shine with invincible light and achieve extraordinary self. This is inevitable for growth and a prelude to victory.

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The West, this vast land, is no longer vast and free in the traditional sense, but is shrouded in a thick layer of darkness.

The stacked mountains, rivers and hills have become a natural barrier that blocks light and deepens fear. The darkness of the entire world became gloomy and oppressive, as if the entire world was controlled by an invisible force, immersed in deathly silence and despair.

A huge city stood on the wilderness, already soaked in a sea of ​​blood. Countless lizardmen are struggling in this sea of ​​blood at this moment. Their cries and wailings intertwined to form a tragic elegy.

These voices are full of desire for survival and struggle against fate, but most of them are inescapable despair. Their bodies were sinking and floating in the sea of ​​blood, and every struggle seemed to be a silent question to fate, but they could only get more cruel answers.

The sea of ​​blood churns, swallowing up and spitting out the lizard man's figure, as if it is undergoing an endless torture. The air was filled with the smell of blood and killing, making it almost impossible to breathe. Every inch of land and every drop of blood here tells an ancient legend about destruction and rebirth. However, in this legend, rebirth seems to be out of reach, while destruction follows closely.

High above the sea of ​​blood, a woman in a bloody skirt looked expressionlessly at the sinking below, while next to her a trembling bear monster stood dumbly like a servant with its hunched body.

If Shen Zhi saw this furbolg, he would be able to recognize it at a glance. It was the Xiongmo tribe member who was questioned by them when he first entered the Li Realm. The woman in the bloody skirt was of course Xueting, who had disappeared for a long time. No one expected that she would return to the west when she first entered the border.

"Old Mo, has anyone created a new race?" Xueting asked coldly.

The furbolg looked at the tragic situation below, and was frightened half to death by the human woman in front of him. The entire main city of the Lizard Tribe, not a single one was left alive, was turned into blood and water. It was so cruel and cruel, and its strength was beyond his imagination. What kind of sea of ​​blood could dissolve even elementary Taoist weapons.

He shook his head tremblingly and said: "The race has existed since the creation of the world. I have never heard of anyone being able to create a new race. It has only decreased, not increased. It may also be that I have limited knowledge and don't know much."

"Let's go, next!"

"This... Blood Fairy, although the main forces of various races are attacking the human race now, if we continue to kill like this, we will definitely attract strong men to pursue us."

Xueting looked into the distance indifferently, the corners of her mouth slowly raised and cracked, and finally turned into a self-deprecating, helpless, and unwilling sneer: ""It's either annihilation or nirvana, all difficulties are imposed on me, I am the only one to bear it! Since the sky does not allow me to be at ease, I use blood as ink to draw a picture of the sky's blazing flames, vowing to stain the sky with blood and achieve my unparalleled ambition! "

The momentum around her suddenly changed, and endless blood burst out from her body, illuminating the darkness around her. A blood-colored lotus composed of twelve petals bloomed above the head, emitting blood-red light, strange and bloody, and filled with murderous intent.

The petals are like phantoms, light and ethereal, but three petals are unusually stained with bright blood. They are like three bright rubies inlaid on the lotus, dazzling.

The petals swayed gently, and it seemed as if a scene of a sea of ​​blood and corpses loomed on them, which made people shudder. It was like three tiny worlds shrouded in blood and death, imprisoned in these three petals. The stamens in the center bloomed with blood-colored flames, and the runes of the Great Dao flowed endlessly. They were bright or dark, gathered or scattered, as if telling the profoundness and ruthlessness of the Great Dao such as blood, cause and effect, karma, and killing.

The air around seemed to tremble because of her will, and a monstrous murderous intent spread, making all the creatures around feel unprecedented fear.

Xue Ting stood in the terrifying scene of the sea of ​​blood and ruins, her figure was elongated by the distorted light and shadow, like a moving dark night painting.

Her skin was like snow, and it looked even paler in the dim light, but it revealed a strange luster, both holy and weird.

The long hair was as black as the night, but it was entangled with strands of dark red. When it danced with the wind, it was like the fire of hell, and it was like the most deadly vine, entangled with the wailing and despair of the passing creatures.

On the forehead, a charming blood pattern was looming, adding a sense of mystery.

The bear monster looked at such a bloody Ting and almost crawled at her feet. This was a murderous demon, a symbol of beauty and death. He was so unlucky. He was sleeping well in the cave, and the disaster fell directly on his head. He could only spit blood and lament helplessly.