burst god

Chapter 508 Dust in the Twilight

"It's up to you."

Lu Meng laughed lightly, turned around and grabbed it.

He grabbed the shoulder of the closest figure behind him, and then threw it with undeniable force.

"Leader Lu Meng!"

The tall figure turned over and landed on the ground, raised his head, and under the watchful eyes of all the high-ranking commanders, he didn't dare to move at all.

As a core shadow guard, although he had entered the 8-star Gale Realm three years ago, no matter his personal strength or comprehensive ability, let alone the top 21, even the top 50 were far from qualified.

Being able to appear here is purely because of his status as a core shadow guard, which means he is Lord Mo's confidant.

"At this point, there must be no accidents among the core leaders." Lu Meng's tone was unprecedentedly solemn.

"You are Shadow Eleven?"

"Yes, Commander Lu Meng." Shadow Eleven, wearing a black iron mask, knelt on the ground, his eyes were excited, and he let the beam of light envelope him.

There are a total of 10 members in the core film group, and they still have their own code names before entering the core film group through layers of screening.

But once they become the Mo Lord's guards, everyone will be covered by iron masks at the same time, completely disappearing from the sight of ordinary people, and they are collectively referred to as shadow guards.

At this moment, Lu Meng revealed Ying Eleven's identity in one word, which only shows that Ying Eleven was remembered by Lu Meng before he entered the core shadow guard.

A person without a name is evoked by someone.

Ying Eleven's pupils seemed to be filled with emotions, but they were suppressed by strict physical instincts.

"This matter is over, I ask Lord Mo for orders, and I will promote you as a Dharma protector, so I can take charge of my own line!"

Ying Eleven's pupils shrank abruptly. Originally, his small wish of continuing to use his original name in this life turned into an unthinkable self-control in an instant.

Under this huge surprise, Ying Shiyi suddenly raised his head with his utter loyalty to the organization.

In his field of vision, he saw Master Mo's peaceful gaze, and nodded in affirmation.

[Master Mo agrees? 】

"Subordinates take orders!"

Ying Eleven's body and mind were agitated, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

With the sword in front of him, he sat cross-legged.

Shadow Eleven just sat in the middle of the huge altar without taking his eyes off it.

Lu Meng, who seemed the most unreliable, actually made such careful and appropriate arrangements in a short period of time.

"Now, let the 20 of us completely ignite the altar."

Lord Mo looked around, and except for Ying Eleven who was already sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar, the 20 of them were definitely at the top level of human physical fitness.

The ring is the fuel for lighting the torch.

In order to rekindle the brilliance, he is willing to sacrifice his own power.

What changes will happen in Shadow Eleven, he will wait and see!

"Yes!"

The 19 people responded at the same time, including Lu Meng, either standing or sitting, and at the same time posed the most suitable posture for pulling the star power.

In this world where the power of the star is ten times greater, they use their bodies to absorb the mist and supply it to the altar continuously.

No one knows what the ultimate sun and moon will be.

But at this moment, no one doubts that they are changing the world!

The greatest value of the stealth organization has been proven.

……

……

Twenty powerhouses standing at the peak of human beings output star power at the same time in an environment where the star source absorption speed is ten times that of the outside world. This kind of supply speed is extremely terrifying.

The rays of light formed by the faint stream of light became brighter almost visible to the naked eye.

The beam of light that plunged straight into the black sky gradually widened.

Out of sight, above the clouds.

The originally peaceful night suddenly began to stir, and the clouds rolled. As time passed, these rollings continued without stopping, and even became more and more intense.

When an ultra-small cyclone condensed, all the tumbling and ubiquitous restlessness suddenly calmed down, as if they had found some kind of power to vent.

Then celestial visions first appeared where no one had seen them.

In the center of the ancient altar, Shadow Eleven, who was the sacrificial and pioneer, suddenly trembled.

He felt the touch of dust on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

He felt the touch of the "dust" penetrating into the skin and penetrating the blood.

He also felt the pain of being imprisoned until he couldn't speak, move, or even open his eyes!

At this moment, his soul seemed to be stripped from his body by some mighty force.

Ying Eleven closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually stopped.

The perception gradually moved away from the body, and at the moment when the consciousness finally disappeared, he seemed to hear a few exclamations.

……

……

"He... turned to dust."

On the altar, people looked in shock at the humanoid dust that collapsed silently.

A full 6 hours of star source infusion, in exchange for a dusty human body.

Ying Eleven's saber fell into the dust because there was no one to support it, raising a cloud of dust.

There is no earth-shattering, no crisis that triggers the fighting instinct.

Ying Eleven turned into a cloud of dust unbelievably under their gaze.

At this time, the rest of the people were sweating quietly behind their backs, they were very grateful for Lu Meng's action just now.

Now it seems that humans cannot become gods after all.

Instead, this altar will sacrifice human life to the unknown existence deep in the void.

"It failed."

Lu Meng sighed, the tone was relaxed, but the content was unexpectedly heavy.

He was the first to stand up and bow slightly towards Master Mo.

"Master Mo, I want to take Eleven's saber back."

After getting a positive response, Lu Meng went straight to the center of the altar.

After all, Ying Shiyi died under his suggestion, and Lu Meng could not let the only remaining knife be lost in the depths of the foggy plain.

When the knife returns home, the person returns home.

However, just as he was about to reach out to touch the saber, a wind that did not belong to the wilderness suddenly blew across the altar.

Lu Meng's outstretched palm stopped.

He watched the twisted wind whip up the dust, gently traversing his fingertips.

For the first time, Lu Meng's pupils shrunk to pinpoints.

"This……"

At this moment, no matter whether it was him, Lord Mo, Lan Tai, Liu Mei, Qi Yue, and the high-level stealthy shadows, they all looked at the center of the altar.

The breeze blows from all directions, and every ray of breeze brings up a little bit of dust.

Thousands of air currents rise, interweave and converge from the center of the altar.

Gradually, when the dust re-formed the familiar outline, the surprise in everyone's eyes turned into a shock that couldn't be concealed.

"This is……"

"Shadow Eleven!"

Lan Tai, who had already entered the Nine Stars Gale Realm, shouted out that name excitedly.

The eyelids trembled, followed by a violent tremor, Ying Shiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and took a sharp breath.

"I'm not dead?"

This was the first sentence that Ying Eleven uttered after regaining control of his body.

"Commander Lu Meng, why are you looking at me like this?"

Ying Shishi opened his mouth to speak, but found that his voice was inexplicably hoarse.

All the cells in his body were filled with extreme thirst.

"I'm a little thirsty."

Ying Eleven said with some shame, that kind of thirst even made him a little manic.

(End of this chapter)