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"War!"

"War!"

For the first time, the war mobilization from the bottomless abyss reverberated in the dimensional spaces connected to the abyssal space, and the blasphemous words like a roar spread among living beings with a unique psychic frequency, and although people were not sure what they were hearing, a restlessness and uneasiness from the bottom of their hearts made a fire called desire rise. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The shrill bells and sirens in the busy steel forest, accompanied by the muffled sound of heavy objects hitting and the crisp cracking sound, gradually turned the noise and angry scolding into screams and howls, the vehicles that ran over passers-by, and the crowds of people kicking and tearing each other in the crowded cars. The quaint streets were covered in blades and splatters of blood, and only those blessed places or places shrouded in magical enchantments did not fall into this chaos of collapse of order, but even so, the birds, beasts, fish, and insects in the mountains and forests outside the city and the oceans fell into madness almost simultaneously, hysterically destroying everything around them that could be touched.

The sudden magic sound came and went quickly, and the violence that filled my mind dissipated in just a moment, just looking at the bloody hands, the broken city and the corpses, the turbulent chaos called order had just begun.

The abyss, this floating in the dark red space of the multiverse, crimson electric light bloomed in mid-air, and after outlining a rune that looked like an elemental symbol and a geometric pattern, it gradually converged into an incomparably complex pattern and finally returned to the initial one, the rift that represented the root and detachment, Zhan Lan, who was still wearing a silver coat, appeared in the face of the void refining array, and Alona and Zhao Yingkong also walked out of it.

Unlike the dazzling divine sun of the scorching sun at the beginning, Alona now exudes a soft and hazy shimmer like morning or dusk, but under the cover, it separates herself from this space like a separate world.

Zhao Yingkong also didn't have any cold and biting resentment or death intent, floating there like a fantasy that didn't exist, it seemed to be close at hand, but it always felt so far away and untouchable, just like the distance between death and life.

As for Zhu Wen, this woman who had raised the spirit to the apex a long time ago had been sitting on the throne of destiny that belonged to her since she didn't know when.

"It's been a long time, but I didn't expect to have such a deep emotion when I heard the words alien and iron-blooded again, as if it all happened yesterday."

Zhan Lan shook her head with a sigh, the first time she came into contact with the alien world, she was still the little woman who was stronger than normal and completely unable to adapt to this world.

"Lamenting the past is a sign of aging, isn't the truth and alchemy you are pursuing as effective as you imagined?"

In a green but cold and unruly voice, a canopy that was far more luxurious than the emperor of the mortal world rose into the sky, and one after another golden dragons rushed out of it to form a ladder from top to bottom with their own bodies, a fiery red gold-rimmed robe, and the sharp and cruel eyes of the handsome and almost beveling young man locked onto the throne of truth.

Wang Xiaozhi, this once relatively calm and calm Taoist monk has now become so sharp, and he has actually suppressed the brilliance of Li Qianbai and Luo Gandao, and his eyes that look at everything like dead things even make Zhan Lan feel a creepy coldness.

This is not to say that he really brought much of a sense of threat to Zhan Lan, although the luxurious heaven and earth resonance of this pavilion and heavenly ladder canopy is majestic and seems to be majestic, but the true meaning contained in it is still not as good as the plane void refining array, but what is hidden in the indifferent and cold eyes is the violence and madness from the evil.

As a Taoist monk in the East, even if he walks the most perverse and domineering path of pure yang true fire, and directly inherits the rebelliousness from the golden crow, but there should never be this kind of evil and madness in his eyes, if he is not familiar with each other, she believes in this matter of a heavenly demon who has been invaded by the demon in her heart and completely fallen into the demon path, which makes her suddenly think of the madman who is becoming more and more crazy, all this, is it really their own will, so ............

"There seem to be a lot of people coming, but why hasn't he come yet?"

Cast like a shadow, Feng Haitao spoke, accompanied by wailing screams and endless resentment and death.

"Crazy? Ha, how is it possible, he came earlier than you, what do you think you are seeing now? ”

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows with interest, among the members of the Abyss Team, there were those who disappointed him, as expected, but the madman definitely belonged to the surprise that brought him.

"What, what we're seeing now, isn't it ............"

In Feng Haitao's incredulous gaze, the huge existence in front of him, which seemed to be imprinted in the background of the starry sky like a planet, actually moved, and gradually transformed into a narrow oval like a squid, and on the black-purple biological armor with blue light, cracked a series of dense orange-red spheres like eyeballs, which looked so hideous and terrifying, as if the blade was floating behind like tentacles and its slow speed was moving, It was the master of the Killing Throne who dragged the entire abyssal space forward like a Zerg mothership, the most insane and powerful existence among the three giants of Middle-earth.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, looking for me? I haven't seen you for so long, and it seems that you are not much different from when you were back then. ”

In the hideous and piercing laughter, the entire behemoth decomposed from top to bottom as if disintegrating into hundreds of millions of wriggling flesh tentacles, which enveloped the abyssal space from below in a spiral shape, and gradually penetrated into it, directly condensing a figure of less than nine feet from the Killing Throne.

Hearing the madman's words, the face of this phantom life couldn't help but become ugly, although he had almost ascended to the sky in one step with the power of the Saint Van Gonza Contract, and had a powerful power that was not inferior to others, the side effects were also huge, and the step of stripping his self-spirit from the resentful ghost and returning it to himself took up most of his time.

In this regard, although the situation of Yang Zheng, a member of the other side of the immortal duo, is much better than that of Feng Haitao, the potential of the Xuanyin Sect in the Shushan World has almost come to an end, although the Netherworld Sect and the way of the corpse are also very consistent with his consent, but after all, there is still a gap between the inheritance and the system, and agreeing at this step consumes a lot of his energy and mind.

Looking at these members who were in different states, Lin Feng didn't say anything for a while, just gently tapped the armrest of the Demon Throne with his left index finger in silence, and the muffled sound that seemed so slight that it was almost inaudible was amplified into a breathtaking fluctuation tremor in everyone's heart, the previous one had not dispersed, and new tremor fluctuations were bred, and under the superimposed resonance, they multiplied and increased.

The orange-red AT stance first unfolded beside Rogandaw, enveloping it entirely like a huge sphere, but with the continuous increase of tremors, the seemingly absolutely defensive protective field flickered, trembled and distorted like an unstable audio, and it was not stabilized until the whole stance showed signs of whitening.

Later, the wind and the sea emitted a pitch-black mist like snow under the scorching sun, and these gases seemed to be made of life themselves, but instead of the slightest sign of dissipating, they expanded and split into more and more huge ghosts and ghosts, from the first unjust ghost to the final horse-shaped Necromantic Count, and the spiritual vortex of the subspace under the horse's hooves seemed to suck his entire Throne of Dead Souls into another dimension.

As the percussion tremor intensified, the dark red light like water waves also spread out to the surroundings along with the sound waves, accompanied by the pitch-black mist rising from the back of Yang Zheng's head, Li Qianbai's body gradually condensed into the holy light of the Holy Cross posture, and Zhu Wen became more and more transparent, as if it didn't exist at all.

When the dark red light gradually enveloped the entire space, Zhao Yingkong's body appeared a miserable green light that did not exist, and the gloom that belonged to the underworld was like a three-way river that surrounded her, separating life and death, and the main plane and the netherworld.

As for the madman, Alona and Zhanlan barely made any movement from beginning to end, as if they were able to almost block the sonic waves, tremors, and scarlet light by simply relying on the position emanating from the throne itself............

Demons, Holy Maidens, Killing, Truth, Netherworld, Dead Souls, Xuanyin, Fate and Heavenly Demons have welcomed back to their masters, but some of the once strong throne foundations are now a little fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment, while some of the once weak thrones have grown into towering giant trees.

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