The process is made up of an infinite number of moments, often coherent and close, interrelated and connected from head to end, with a tendency to be inevitable, like gears that bite into each other, moving forward and progressing until the end.

The essence of the arithmetic's calculation and derivation is to see through the impetus that occurs after the combined force of various factors, and then predict it. Sometimes, however, an accident that happens in an instant changes the whole picture, resulting in a completely unpredictable outcome.

Whenever this happens, people like to boil it down to two words: providence.

Like now.

"Impossible!"

The blood cone rushed forward, like a mad demon, revealing an unprecedented rage and greed. Unable to believe what he saw, Cheng Shixiong screamed and flew back, revealing a frightened expression for the first time.

All kinds of signs before show that this battle for the treasure is coming to an end, and the blood-clothed killer tried his best to dig out the internal organs of the deity to feed the treasure with blood, but the machine spirit is the machine spirit, and the first opportunity is the first opportunity, although he felt that the treasure body was close to Chen Rui, he still held his will to wave the knife and break the love.

This is normal. To tell the truth, this victory or defeat is not directly related to the strength of the two sides, and the direction was decided hundreds of years ago; even Cheng Rui himself knew that if his victory was an accident, defeat would be reasonable; the reason why he fought to the end and fought for his life was that on the one hand, he refused to give up, and at the same time he intended to give up.

What does not give up is the bond between people and treasures, and what is given up is life. Cheng Xueyi is tired of living, tired of living, and has lived enough.

Baoguang's advancement continued to be difficult, and Cheng Xueyi was about to give his all, but the connection between him and the blood cone was getting weaker and weaker, and his heart was gloomy and with a trace of melancholy waiting for relief. At this moment, the heaven and earth suddenly paused for a short time, and Cheng Shixiong on the other side did not notice it, but there was a trace of shock in the heart of the blood-clothed killer, and he sensed something.

Sometimes there is a familiar person standing behind him. There is no smell, no footsteps, no calling, in short, there is no external sign, just can feel it.

At that time, this was the case, the blood-clothed killer paused, his body froze and his heart was thoughtless, but the mad spirit mana that he had cultivated for more than a hundred years was still working. Thousands of times more active than before!

A river that has been lonely for hundreds or thousands of years suddenly sees the ocean in front of me that has been waiting for a long time and almost has no hope of its existence. That kind of breadth and vastness, that kind of profundity and grandeur, thickness and depth, one qiē and one qiē, far beyond what you can see in your dreams.

What a shock and ecstasy, wildness and excitement!

In an instant for others, the Blood-Clad Killer experienced a complete rebirth, lofty, utterly clean, sacred and solemn. It can't be compared to the advancement of a mere spiritual treasure.

The power of the ants ascended to the heavens, and their eyes were temporarily level with the heavens.

Although it was only for a moment, the changes brought about were like a collapse, and Cheng Rui, who had never been indifferent, actually shed two lines of tears on his face.

For him, this is a chance to come back to life, a transformation that he never dreamed of, a creation!

And don't forget, this is the Land of the Wild. It's the starry leaky abyss, not the outside starry sky where the Cheng family is located.

"Roar!"

The madman roared. The spirit of the machine returned, the blood cone shone brightly, and the golden rays of Ben Lie soared into the sky, covering the color of the sky. The feeling of flesh and blood being connected instantly returned, and the blood-clothed killer clearly felt that for the first time, the blood cone gave birth to killing intent without urging, pointing directly at the person opposite.

Melt souls. It is common and normal for monks to use soul melts to strengthen their connection with the machine spirit, but it is important to note that if the machine spirit is not born from the cultivator's hand, it must not be tried to suppress it. You have to coax it.

The king of guns in the lower realm, who specializes in raising one shot and entrusts his life until the iron spear is alive. This kind of instrument spirit is naturally dependent on the life and death of the master, and any means are superfluous. So, if a monk obtains a treasure with a machine spirit out of thin air, does it have to be a long-term battle to be together?

No.

The solution is to be like Cheng Shixiong, merging his own spirit with it, as if handing over his life to the machine spirit, of course, he can win trust. Conversely, it is almost impossible to ask the machine spirit to surrender his life.

The machine spirit is proud, and at the same time very simple.

It didn't understand how many tricks were in the hearts of human beings, how could Cheng Shixiong, including the ancestor who was in charge of this matter, entrust his life to a machine spirit! What was especially important was that this machine spirit belonged to a blood cone, and its body was still on Chen Rui, who knew what would happen in the future.

The real situation is that Cheng Shixiong did dedicate his spirit, but he already had a means hidden inside, which could not only help the blood cone break through the realm, but also suppress it;

Cheng Shixiong is cautious, and without this heavy means as the last hole card, he will not bet on the whole bet.

Guarding against 10,000, there is still a case, time and space change in a moment, and the rules in the Star Leak Abyss all change; at the same time, the flesh, essence, and mana that were poured into the cone by Cheng Rui before all exploded, destroying the seal in one fell swoop.

When the machine spirit learned of a qiē without being informed, he immediately went crazy.

"Take your soul!"

The mad demon roared, along with the horror and anger of his master, partners, comrades-in-arms, and brothers who were almost wiped out, dazzling his eyes shot straight forward, arriving one step ahead of Cheng Rui's will. Behind him, the blood-clothed killer has been killing for a hundred years, putting aside the emotional factor, if such a fighter can't be caught anymore, how can he earn the name of the madman.

"Cone!"

The machine spirit is simple, the machine spirit is proud, and more importantly, the machine spirit is powerful; the retreat is in the middle of the Cheng Shixiong to resist with all his might, and the treasures, supernatural powers, and spirit talismans and spells are all effective.

The machine spirit leaps over the level like a newborn, and the nascent machine spirit luck is added, which is its most invincible stage; that is, without this, before breaking the realm and repeatedly fighting, Cheng Rui is exhausted, Cheng Shixiong is not costly; now he is afraid and has no fighting spirit, and his strength is less than half of usual.

Boom Boom!

In the whistling sound, thousands of spiritual lights shattered, dozens of spiritual runes exploded, the quadruple armor pierced one by one, and when the blood cone broke through Cheng Shixiong's heart, the last body protection spirit treasure didn't even move.

Treasure Suppression!

Lingbao can be regarded as a kind of life, and compared with those ignorant and unconscious weapons, there is a coercion in itself. It's like a dragon roaring on the head, which is enough to make those monster beasts and wolves who have the ability to resist rush and abandon their territory.

"Don't!"

The flesh was torn apart, the primordial spirit was scattered, and the wisps of smoke tried to escape, but they were all controlled by a pulling force, and they returned to the blood cone one one by one. There are their roots, and there is an essence of the same root and origin as them, and by virtue of the implication in the underworld, it is enough to pull them out of samsara.

That's where they live.

"You"

Next to the corpse, the blood-clothed killer lowered his head, looked at the eyes that refused to close and was silent for a long time, and found that he did not feel the slightest pride, but was a little embarrassed.

When people die, the lights go out, the grievances are gone, Cheng Shixiong is dead, and even the soul has become a part of the spirit, and what kind of revenge has been avenged.

Regardless of enmity and enmity, there is only victory or defeat, and the blood-clothed killer, who never talks nonsense, suddenly felt as if he should say something.

Say something?

Win or lose, or the winner will be king?

The accident was on both sides, and if things were going according to normal, the two sides should have reversed their positions. Cheng Xueyi didn't expect such a result, and he was not as thick-skinned and black-hearted as Thirteen Lang, and he didn't want to call himself a winner.

A whining sound was suddenly heard in his ears, and someone was faintly shouting in the distance, and the advanced blood cone spirit was sharp, and it reminded its owner with trembling: It felt the killing intent!

The blood-clothed killer suddenly sobered up, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his tired body was exposed again.

"I almost forgot that I'm not alone anymore. ”

Raising his palm, he grabbed Cheng Shixiong's belongings, picked out the ordinary spiritual treasure that had time to play a role in the future, and the sign that symbolized the core of his Cheng family, Cheng Xueyi turned around and prepared to leave, and when he left, he had a flash of inspiration and left a word.

"Win or lose, you are not my calamity. ”

"Stop, huh?"

Delicate and panting, with rough breath, white hair and a face like rotten wood, the trembling grandmother made a delicate appearance, looking proud and a little puzzled at the same time.

"Why don't you run away?"

"I can't run. ”

The emaciated man collapsed on the ground, full of helplessness from head to toe, and spread his hands to show that he would not fight again.

"The six clans are in a row, and they are in the same way, so it's good to save some face. ”

"Face, what's that?"

The old woman with a waist staggered forward, her face fluttering and peeling off the skin and about to see her bones, but she still tried her best to respond to Shao Lin's words with a smile.

"Shao Lin, the concubine is going to eat you. ”

"Vomit"

The thin man had nothing to say, retching, and turned his gaze pleading to the guard. Now he is like a hundred thousand military horses fighting in his body, and he is constantly making noises; I don't know how, just now I think I can still hold on to escape a few steps, and suddenly it seems to be time stopped, and then it becomes like this, and he can't even self-detonate.

Yu Guang saw the waves approaching step by step, and the once wild and heroic man was all frightened, looking at the guards who frequently showed goodwill, and almost cried.

"If you can make a move, you will be below"

"You don't care!"

Warning in advance, the ghost-like face of the old woman was full of resentment, and she stretched out her hand and pointed to the side.

"Do you want to stay and watch, or do you want to find a place to stay on your own?"

In other words, Langlang is now starting to loosen his clothes and untie them, and he is really ready

"Help!" the thin man screamed as he crawled behind him on his hands and feet.

"Scream, scream, no matter how loud it is, no one will pay attention. The Langlang Fairy Lotus stepped forward, and her posture became more and more enchanting.

"I don't choose either. ”

An unexpected voice suddenly sounded, and Cheng's personal guard said this, flashing like a ghost. The next moment, his body appeared behind Lang Lang, and his palm penetrated his heart into the dantian, grabbing it fiercely.

"Ugh"

The sound that only occurs when the throat of a chicken and duck is cut is a sound that the wave fairy looks at the sky with white eyes, and his expression is confused.

"Phew! I'm sick to death. ”

The guards pinched and exploded the primordial god in their hands, and turned back to the ghost Taoist language sincerely, no, piety is like kneeling down to worship the gods.

"Congratulations to the young master for breaking the robbery!"

(To be continued......)