After struggling and enduring for about three minutes, Sairen suddenly gasped heavily, and the water rose from the surface of Sairen's body, he raised his hands and looked at his arms, the originally pitch-black arm was only covered with a faint layer of black gas, and the black Yan that the nightkin blasted into his body had been forced by the pill to ninety-nine, and only the last trace of fire was like a maggot attached to the bone entangled him.

Cursing in a low voice for the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Nightkin for a while, Sairen took out a few pills that restored energy and qi and blood and stuffed them into his mouth, looked around carefully, and hurriedly dived down the stream towards the depths of the mountains.

He hadn't run far before a black flame hundreds of meters in diameter suddenly roared and rolled in the rear. The hoarse roar of the Nightcrawler came from the black flames: "Despicable creature, I will tear you to pieces, I will make you suffer the worst punishment in the world, I will use all means to ravage you!"

A black flame with a diameter of several meters roared down, and the stream that had just scrubbed Sairen's body and the nearby mountains and forests with a radius of nearly a kilometer turned into ashes at the same time with the piercing sound of wind and fire, and a circular pit with a diameter of a thousand meters appeared on the ground, and the surface of the pit was burned into a molten glass substance.

Hei Yan rolled up a rolling heat wave and chased along the stream towards the source.

Lying behind a rock, Sairen witnessed the scene of the Nightkin Mania. He shook his head, sighed, and continued to run forward. He ran much faster than he could fly, barely keeping a safe distance from the Nightcrawler. But the Nightkkin's spiritual power has covered a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and he can clearly perceive Sairen's every move, and it is basically impossible to escape from the Nightkin's pursuit.

Staggered forward for more than a hundred kilometers, feeling that the remaining black flames in his body were constantly devouring his essence and blood gradually growing, Sairen gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay, I'll take you around... Nightcrawler, I've seen your information from the Secret Service! You are all monsters who have signed the declaration of escapism, if you dare to make a move in violation of the law, I don't believe that the group of old guys on our side will not make a move! Hmph, no matter how powerful you are, can you be the opponent of the Great Grandmaster of the Void Realm?"

Playing with a mouthful of sticky saliva with black fiery threads on the ground, Sairen smiled dryly: "Even if you can beat a Void Realm Grand Master, we have more than thirty!"

Running, running away, whenever Sairen felt that Hei Yan in his body was about to incinerate his body uncontrollably, he hurriedly swallowed a large handful of pills and forced Hei Yan out of his body with the help of medicinal power. Suppressed again and again, forcibly forced out of Hei Yan again and again, Sairen's body was like a piece of fine iron, constantly smelted and hammered, and gradually he actually felt that he was running faster and faster, and even his five senses were strong and clear.

"What is this called? The boss said, this is called breaking and then standing?" Sairen ran aimlessly, while comforting himself in pain: "It seems that as long as you don't die this time, you will definitely have a leap in strength when you go back." However, fortunately, the leader gave me enough pills, otherwise this time it would be a big trouble!"

With a gust of wind, Sairen jumped hundreds of meters in the air and jumped onto a cliff in front of him.

More than a dozen kilometers behind, the Nightkin had already risen high into the air, bringing a huge arc towards this side.

Sairen looked left and right, hurriedly chose a ridge in front of him, and continued to run along the ridge. This ridge is like a sharp knife, stretching for nearly 100 kilometers, and the Sairen is running on the blade. The foot-wide ridge can barely accommodate one person to stand on its feet, and there is a bottomless depth on the left and right. The color of the ridge is a magnificent silvery-white, and there is a faint glow emanating from it.

If you look down from the sky, through the thick clouds that cover all the telemetry of high-altitude reconnaissance planes and reconnaissance satellites, you can see that the ridge that Sayren is running on and the other eleven ridges in the vicinity have outlined a pattern of the sun radiating a strong light on the ground. At the end of the ridge, which is more than 100 kilometers long, is a bottomless circular cave. A faint white light shot out from within these ridges, forming a thin mask of light above the cavern, on which countless twisted words that looked like mucuna looms were faintly visible.

Perhaps it was because of the age, the light mask above the cave could no longer completely seal the hole below, and a thick black mist continued to erupt from the hole, breaking through the light mask and spreading around. It is precisely because of this black fog mixed into the clouds and mist in the high altitude that neither the Earth Federation nor the Romans' high-altitude detectors have been able to appear here.

Sairen ran wildly on the ridge in a daze, and the Nightkin chased after him in the rear with the firelight, but Sairen ran much faster than the Nightkin and chased after him, and the Nightkin was gradually left behind. However, the Cyrens stopped for a moment to catch their breath after each run, which was enough for the Nightkin to catch some distance.

"Despicable creature, don't run away! Obediently let me capture you alive! Hehe, I'm very interested in your sword!"

Seeing that the Sairen stopped to rest for longer and shorter intervals, the Nightkin couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

Sairen gritted his teeth and just ran forward with all his might, staggering, and before he knew it, he had run to the end of the ridge.

Whew~" A mountain wind like a blade swept violently in front of Sairen, and the wind like a substance blew a deep blood mark on Sairen's face.

Sairen stood on the ridge in a daze, looking desperately at the bottomless cavern in front of him.

There are abysses on the left and right, and at the foot is a ridge that is not more than half a foot wide, and from a distance, there is a ridge that is the same as a touch on the left and right, and in the encirclement of these twelve ridges, it is a deep pit with a diameter of more than 2,000 meters, and there is no bottom in black. The pale black wind roared and swirled above the underground cave, bringing up an invincible pillar of wind that was the thickness of a wrist but thousands of meters high. Every time two pillars of wind flew wildly in the air and collided together, there was a loud roar, and the sky and the earth cracked.

Blood was dripping drop by drop, and the wind just now tore apart Sairen's face, and also tore the last trace of luck in his heart.

The Nightkin had a huge mental perception of what was going on here, and he let out a strange roar: "Run, keep running, lowly creature, keep running! I like the sword in your hand, and I like you as a person." Your soul and life will be a part of me, and this sword of yours, I think, can at least double my lethality. ”

With a sigh, Sairen raised the bronze ancient sword he was holding in his right hand, and he smiled dryly, "You want this?"

The Nightkin slowly approached step by step, and with a little excitement of playing with a mouse, he said triumphantly, "That's right, I want this." And, of course, your soul, your life!"

Sairen took a step back, his heels already hanging over the bottomless abyss. A black wind wrapped in a thin cloud and mist brushed against Sairen's heels, and a dark and evil aura slowly invaded Sairen's body. This aura is more powerful than the Nightkin Black Yan, in essence, if the Black Yan is an ordinary iron ingot, this wisp of dark aura is a special alloy copper, and the gap between the two is huge.

The Spirit Spirit shuddered, and Sairen was surprised to see that this dark aura was devouring the remaining black Yan in his body. Where the dark aura passed, Hei Yan shattered and dissipated one after another, and Sairen felt that his body had unconsciously undergone some strange changes, the original muscle fibers seemed to have become thinner and denser, and the fibers and fibers were strangely entangled in a way that Sairen could not understand.

Looking back at the white light that shrouded the hole, Sairen suddenly felt that the distorted words looming in the white light were a little familiar.

If you haven't looked at zirconium, these words are recorded in the top-secret archives of the secret service. The name of that top-secret file should be called the Vatican's Commentary on the Holy See's Divine Texts!

"Seal, purify, exorcise evil, and dissolve original sin!" Sairen looked at the divine inscriptions that kept flashing in the white light and contrasted them with the divine inscriptions in his memory: "What a big stroke, all of them are the most powerful divine inscriptions, and each divine inscription requires a lot of precious metals to be arranged. Ninety percent of them are not documented. ”

The smug Nightkin had gradually approached less than a hundred meters from Sairen, and his strange howl was unpleasant and proud. He laughed and screamed, "Despicable creature, I will capture you alive, and then I will abuse you and trample you in front of all your people, hehehe, I will let you live in the most humiliating way." I can't survive, I can't die, this is your punishment, you dare to hurt my incomparably noble body, this is your punishment!"

The Nightkin howled in almost hysterical hysteria, "Darkness will come, and only the most powerful, only the most powerful gathered, can escape from the final darkness and destruction, usher in the coming of a new universe, and become the new gods of a new universe......!" The Supreme Nightkin is on judgment against you by the command of the great Hades, the king of Hades!"

Cyren laughed strangely: "I remember a few days ago, you were the apostle of Diablo!"

Nightkin looked at Sairen in surprise, his eyes widened and he asked incomprehensibly: "Is this a strange question? It's hard to understand? Your IQ is so low? I am the embodiment of the darkness of the universe, I am the apostle of all the dark gods, I am the messenger of darkness and destruction walking in the world, I am the new god who finally gets rid of the darkness and masters all the power of destruction, I will be the creator of the new universe, when everything is destroyed in the darkness, the new universe will be born in my body, I will be the creator, I will be the guardian, and I will be the final arbiter!"

Shaking his head, Sairen looked at the Nightcrawler with pity, and he sneered, "You are nothing, you are just a crazy believer who has given up the faith of his own race!"

Sairen's words were like a fire burning on the cat's tail, and the Nightkin screamed, "No, I am the true god of the new universe in the future, I am not a cultist!" The almost insane Nightkin slammed into Sairen's body with monstrous black flames and a terrible heat. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Sairen's neck, and he had the momentum to break Sairen's neck.

He shook his head and fell backwards as he plunged headlong into the bottomless hole. When his body fell, he waved his hand to the Nightcrawler with great interest: "Goodbye, if you have the guts, come down and play... I bet I won't die this time!"

Nightcrawler grabbed Sairen, but his mobility was not as good as Sairen's, where could he catch him? Seeing Sairen shatter a few thin patches of black mist, his body gradually disappearing into the hole in the ground covered by white light. After staying for a while, the Nightkin suddenly burst out of the night owl and laughed: "Why, I don't have the guts? I will be the true god who rules everything, I don't have the guts?"

Whew, with a bang, the black Yan beside the nightkin spread to a radius of nearly a thousand meters, and he was like a small black sun, bringing a flash of black fire and falling in the direction of the siren's fall.

Thousands of thin pillars of wind above the cave suddenly entangled in the Nightkin as if they had smelled blood, and hundreds of pillars of wind were like manipulated whips on the Nightkin like lightning. Streams of dark evil surged in, and the black stalk on the Nightcrawler's body was like butter being cut off piece by piece. These pillars of wind were just pumped and rolled, and the black Yan that was marked became their energy, and in the blink of an eye, the black Yan on the surface of the Nightkin body was swallowed up by these wind pillars.

"Impossible!" the Nightkin screamed in panic, "I am the one who devours everything and destroys everything."

The three pillars of wind slammed into the Nightcrawler's body, bringing up a thin stream of blood on him. The trauma was just a trivial matter, but the dark power contained in the pillar of wind was like countless greedy mouths, devouring the black energy in the nightcrawler's body one by one. The Nightcrawler was so frightened that he flew up with a flick of fire. Countless pillars of wind chased the Nightkin upwards, devouring his energy all the way, until the Nightkin lay on a ridge in embarrassment, and the pillars of wind lazily shrank back.

"What the hell is this place!" the Nightkin screamed, "That kid is dead, dead!"

Dancing on the ridge for a while, the night again unwillingly poked his head out of the ridge to see what was going on below.

Poof, a black pillar of wind shot out like a sharp arrow, piercing the Nightkin through his Adam's apple and poking out from behind his shadow. The Nightkin shuddered, and the strength of his body was sucked away by the pillar of wind like a tide. The Nightkin let out a miserable scream, and he struggled frantically, bouncing around the ridge with all his might, until he easily tore open half of his neck, and rushed backwards with severe injuries.

In just two breaths, the Nightkin was not only seriously injured, but the energy source in his body was also emptied of thirty percent, and his vitality suffered a great loss, and the Nightkin staggered and stood unsteadily when he walked.

"Hell somewhere, hell somewhere!" the Nightkin barely picked up a faint black fire and fled into the distance in embarrassment. Along the way, the spots were filled with golden blood spurting from his neck.

Sairen's body chased downward, and the dark evil qi that invaded his body was slowly changing his body. After absorbing all of Hei Yan again, the dark evil qi, which had become several times stronger, began to drain Sairen's own power. His spiritual power, his internal strength, and the life force in his body are constantly being swallowed up by this dark and evil qi. Gradually, a layer of obscure black light appeared on the surface of Sairen's body, and those wind pillars felt the dark power flowing in Sairen's body, but they didn't come to provoke him.

Unlike the hapless Nightkin Warrior, Sairen broke through the thin white curtain of light and plunged into the depths of the cavern.

The wind is whistling in the ears, and the eyes are pitch black. The darkness had condensed into something almost solid, and Cyren felt like a fly in amber, unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to move, his physiology to cease in the boundless darkness.

In the continuous fall, a white light suddenly flashed below, and a light curtain appeared in front of it. However, this light curtain was even more dilapidated than the one above, and dozens of holes the size of water tanks appeared on the thin light curtain, and the thick black gas was bubbling with a sound constantly spurting from below, turning into a suffocating black curtain and drifting towards the sky.

The body continued to fall, and Sairen passed through ten more light curtains, but these light curtains were in tatters compared to the ones above, especially the white light at the bottom, and there were only a few thin light filaments left at all. The dark power here has condensed into transparent black spars, and large chunks of hedron are suspended in mid-air, and dragon-like black gas is rushing in and out of the hedron with a dull whistling sound. Sairen's body slammed into several hedrons, causing him to scream in pain.

These spars are extremely hard, and the dark energy in the spars is even more shockingly powerful, when Sairen comes into contact with them, a huge amount of dark energy continues to escape into his body, as if a normal person is hit by an electric current, every cell in Sairen's body is shaking, the nerves in his body are pricked, and his body instinctively sheds tears.

I don't know how long it took to fall, Sairen suddenly saw a sparkling water wave below, and he hurriedly lifted the last bit of residual power in his body and flew up, barely resolving the momentum of his body falling downward. There was a loud bang, and the water splashed several feet high, and Sailen plunged headlong into the water, but before he could flick his fingers, he floated out of the water.

"What the hell is this?" said Sairen, floating on the pitch-black, translucent water, looking around in horror.

At the bottom of the cave is a lake with a diameter of more than 5,000 meters, and the Sairen is right in the middle of the lake. Once upon a time, there should have been water in the lake, but now the lake has been eroded by dark energy and transformed into a viscous and strange substance like molten glass. The liquid is so buoyant that the cylons can even walk on the surface of the water. The liquid contains extremely strong dark energy, but perhaps because of the nature of the lake itself, the dark energy in this lake is very soft and quiet, and does not actively invade Sairen's body.