The huge stone sword rendered with blood-colored brilliance shattered into millions of pieces on the spot under the command of the night, and each piece of broken stone was carved into the shape of a sword, drawing on the grievances of countless living beings to gather a terrifying and trembling sword of killing.

The blood-colored rainbow crossed and swept, and the blood line covered nine heavens and ten earths.

Under the bloody covering, the ethereal giant shadow could not resist it, and was dispersed on the spot by the extremely strong killing aura.

The drifting mist turned into a wind, whistling and circling, and the pitch-black wind was like a gentle veil, always enveloping the only remaining mystery, and the killing sword qi that tried to break through this veil was all bounced away.

Hindered, the unruly scarlet sword qi continued to burst in the process of fighting against the pitch-black wind, and the subtle sword qi that continued to escape still ping-pong hit the barrier formed by the wind pressure.

The explosion of a stone sword finally forced the Dead Silent Seat out of the darkness.

The 'Child of Fear', who was above the black jade and white shadow, was only so pure that it was terrifying that the threat posed by the Fist Saint Chief was surpassed.

And just after the Big Bang, it was already determined that this 'Child of Fear', who did not know how many seats he had in the dead silence, was a true mythical professional.

……

Darkness brings tranquility, death brings eternal sleep, destruction brings nothingness, emptiness brings harmony, and inverted air currents weave a great vortex that constantly volatilizes upward.

Standing in the whirlpool, the extremely rich death aura was controlled by a gray robe.

There is always an unpredictable 'qi' inside the robe that seems to be empty and floating in mid-air, and just a slight touch with the sixth sense can bring the experience of screaming madness to the night.

If you call someone else, the SAN value may even drop to 'hysteria'.

The decaying robe floating in the air, centered on the two sleeves, condenses a space where only black and white coexist.

The specifications of the space are still in the field, and the rules of simple weaving continue to erode the existing world, suffering invasion, leaving only a pale and dead gray landscape.

Cang Ye is willing to call each other the power of 'world', to be able to step into the mythical realm, the cultivation of the realm has already reached the point of transcendence, and began to copy the existing world in order to build his own world.

This ability is called the 'Original Text' in the Mythological Level, that is, the [Mythological Original Text] that belonged to mortals before the prototype of the Divine Kingdom.

The appearance of the 'Son of Fear' brought an extremely oppressive energy.

The dark wind enveloped around him, interweaving the shape of shadow tentacles in the position of the sleeve robe, blowing the sleeves up, and in a trance, the night seemed to see dense eyes from the tentacles, staring at the scarlet gaze, and the eyes were full of sarcasm and mockery.

Its appearance brings about a mental judgment of three straight increases in difficulty.

Cangye seemed to have been hit on the head with a hammer, three times in a row, and the dizziness continued to volatilize in the brain, and when switching to the subbrain to control the body, Cangye found that the three consecutive judgments only lasted for two seconds.

He passed the judgment safely, but in these two short seconds, countless soldiers on his side suddenly ran wildly, their eyes were extremely red, and they muttered incomprehensible spells in their mouths, and the mentally fragile even suffered indelible mental trauma because of this, their mouths hooked up a weird smile, and they held their weapons upside down, and stabbed them into their chests without hesitation.

In just a few seconds, Cangye had to accept the inexplicable loss of more than 2,000 people.

The 'Children of Fear' in front of him are so evil that not only themselves, but even the Children of Fear, who are in the same camp and belong to their own compatriots, cannot escape judgment.

The passer was in a state of apprehension, the loser committed suicide with an abominable countenance, and for a time, no one on either side wanted to get close to this monster.

Night's eyes caught a glimpse of the unnaturalness in the eyes of Chief Black Jade, this 'Son of Fear', who was named Death Silence, brought to his compatriots, perhaps not hope.

The night teleported back to the city in an instant, and the brain operated unaffected, and then three stone swords appeared, and the road sign locked on the body of the 'Dead Silence Seat'.

For three rounds in a row, the sword blade with only 70% power of the first shot roared out, and each one had the power to kill the epic peak, which was the second round of testing from the night.

Three attacks in a row, and at the moment of shooting, Cangye seemed to feel that the air pressure around the 'Dead Silence Seat' suddenly dropped, the light tended to dim, and the thick shadow tentacles flicked outward in a branch-like posture, swinging in a spiral.

The first attack was intercepted like this, and when the second line was intercepted, the entire tentacle was torn, and the surrounding space burst out with twisted ripples, and in the intertwining of light and shadow, an invisible edge emerged from nothingness.

Bang!

There was a dull loud bang, and the surrounding land was hit hard, and mottled marks appeared on the ground like slashes of swords, and it was with this blow that the third stone sword was also intercepted, and was slashed into pieces by the invisible blade.

The 'Despair' Demon Knife involuntarily emerged from Cangye's hand, and the blade emitted a crisp trembling sound, as if excited, but also like provocation, perhaps, it felt the same aura from the body of the 'Dead Silence Seat'.

After three consecutive blows, the body of the 'Silent Seat' once again spread a rich and irresolvable dead air, composed of monotonous black and white, but the oppression created was similar to that of Kami.

Cangye has a feeling that he is not facing a 'child of fear', but a god of death!

……

The Chief of the Fist Saint retreated in a hurry.

After seeing the Lord appear, it understood that the war was coming to an end, and its fate would be over.

A hint of bitterness appeared on the Chief's usually indifferent face.

In the eyes of all the ethnic groups, the 'son of fear' who is high above is actually nothing, and the real master is the one in the sky, whether it is white shadow or black jade, he has no qualifications to become a fellow citizen.

We are just tools, and when we lose our usefulness, we can only destroy and replace them.

Thinking of this, Chief Black Jade actually had a complicated and inexplicable emotion in his heart.

It's like a mixture of all kinds of emotions, which has always only appeared in the body of the wise species.

Soon, the Chief understood that this was his own lament for his fate before facing death. No one wants the end, not even the weapons they've created.

The emotion of not being able to resist was deeply implanted in his brain, and the chief's expression returned to indifference, and he punched hard, defeating the enemy master who wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob.

I don't know when, a large number of evil gods began to appear on the battlefield, and the organized counterattack, the power of the legend of all the members actually forced the undead frenzy to show signs of countercurrent.

None of this has anything to do with me, though.

Chief Black Jade thought that all it had to do now was to achieve the last glory of its life before the end came.