Throne of Shadows

The praying mantis makes up for the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.The reason why human beings can live to the present is the most important thing is wisdom.

The wolf monster and the monster incarnate of the bishop found Dongchen.The wolf monster was roaring, the few remaining fingers of the monster strangled the wolf monster's neck like a rope, and its four fangs bit its shoulder.One of the wolf monster's sharp claws broke free from the chain, and the claw with a huge scar buckled the monster's head.The two monsters were fighting together, and neither of them meant to let go.

The sharp tail full of barbs suddenly pierced the lower body, feeling a foreign body into the softness, the wolf monster bulged its eyes, and wailed miserably, the tearing penetrating attack made it scream out.

Dongchen didn't seem to notice.

He just silently searched for the fragments of the steering wheel, and put all the seemingly useful items into the pockets he had prepared in advance.

The monster kept staring at Dongchen, with cloudy and fierce eyes, and an inexplicable smile.

Finally, Dongchen stopped.

Singing the mantra, slowly drawing the sword, the sharp blade glowing with cold light, burst into flames of blood.A touch of silver shone, and the monster was overjoyed, as if he wasn't the one who was going to die.

The wolf monster struggled desperately.

A leg broke free from its chains and folded aside with tumbling flesh, that was the price.

despair!despair!

A sword is a life, and a life is only a sword.

kill!

The blood-red curved blade slashed across with silvery-white light marks, and the wolf monster bowed its head slumped, unable to rest its eyes until it died.The monster loosened its claws and fell with a bang.

Half of the hilt fell from mid-air, the monster looked at the cross mark on it, smiled and closed his eyes.

Dots of light rose from the corpse, blood red and silver white, surrounding Dongchen, comfortable, enjoyable and joyful!

The body is unknowingly suspended in the air, the hair is fluttering, and the clothes are automatic without wind.Dongchen felt power, endless power, they filled every corner of his body, making people want to be full.

A powerful feeling filled my heart, as if everything could be destroyed with a single hand.Although he knew that this was just an illusion of a sudden increase in strength, Dongchen still couldn't help but roared to the sky.

Satisfied roars echoed through the room one after another.

The triumphant roar has not yet dissipated, and the pain that appeared quietly began to gradually increase.

The blood-red killing energy, the silver-white soul power.Dongchen is only at the first level four, and it hasn't been long since he has just comprehended energy. In addition, the special killing energy cannot be contained in the dantian meridian, and cannot be compressed and purified.What Dongchen was worried about inevitably happened under the impact of the energy of the earth-level wolf monster...

The energy is still pouring into the body bit by bit, it can't be cut off, it can't be stopped.

It is impossible for a person to become fat in one go, and it is even more impossible for a person to ascend to heaven like a rocket.

A water tank cannot hold a lake, let alone an ocean.

Pain, tearing.

Dongchen felt as if he had become a firecracker, and the energy cluster outside his body was the fuse.

"How to do?"

The oriole ate the poisonous praying mantis, and Dongchen felt aggrieved.It's really shameful that he didn't die at the hands of the wolf monsters, but instead killed himself because he was greedy for cheap.

Time is still passing by every minute and every second...

The surging energy broke through the cells, and the dark red blood overflowed from the pores, combined with the murderous aura outside, decorated Dong Chen into a monster through and through.Coupled with the silver-white soul power, Dong Chen doesn't look like a human being from the outside.

At the moment of crisis, the dark blue, golden-colored secret sect runes suddenly appeared, suppressing the energy of the body.

Gaining this respite, Dongchen, like a drowning man, grabbed the last straw, bit his lips without even thinking about it, and sang the mantra with all his energy:

Nanwu, Sanmando, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!

One time is not enough three times, three times is not enough five times.

The energy that almost held Dongchen to death finally found a window to vent.

However, things did not end simply.

As soon as the killing spirit eased, the energy of the soul that was waiting outside rushed in.

Different from the tyranny of the killing spirit, the energy of the soul is inherently cold.

The boiling oil was poured with cold water, and as soon as the energy of the soul entered his body, Dongchen felt as if he was blown to pieces in an instant.

Large pieces of blood and broken flesh rushed into the energy group.

With gray bones exposed all over his body, Dong Chen completely lost his human form.The eyeballs exploded, and the flesh and blood exploded. Except for the skeleton, which was still intact, Dongchen's internal organs and six abdomen were shattered to pieces in an instant.

If it weren't for the strange runes, Dong Chen might have died immediately.

"I can't die!"

Flowing images flashed across my mind.

Responsibility, hatred, the entrustment of relatives, and the waiting of teammates.

It became Dongchen's hope to survive.

"I am not fighting alone."

The empty eye sockets were burning with blood flames, and the muscular face, with the blood flowing out, revealed a pair of crystal skulls.

This legend is a strange bone left by the prehistoric Mayans, exuding a ruddy light, with a strange holiness.

White bones, holy light, and blood flames are intertwined together, reflecting the splendor and splendor of the entire underground space.

Brilliant colors rose from Dongchen's feet.

At this point, Dongchen has given up everything.

He was unwilling to die just now, he had too many unfinished business and too many responsibilities to bear, he couldn't die.

The broken sword, the crystal skull, the two sources of power are all in the head.As the place where the upper dantian exists, Dongchen wants to gamble one last time.If he succeeds, he may not be able to survive, if he fails, he will die here.

The soaring energy swirled upwards like a storm, and only a few flesh and blood skeletons of Dongchen stood still in the center of the storm.

A thousand years at a glance.

Strong will is enough to overcome everything.

The dilapidated body was gradually covered with a layer of light.

With gray bones, muscles grew out little by little, strange pipes spread downward from the top of the head, and the empty abdominal cavity was radiant.

Succeeded?

Maybe.

Lightly falling, Dong Chen, whose clothes were all torn, looked at the bag beside him, and heaved a sigh of relief.At the same time, I felt helpless again: "What have I become?"

There are no meridians, no dantian, and even some organs have mutated.Like these eyes.

There is no difference on the outside, but when energy is mentioned, the soul and blood can be seen.That blood-red, silver-white light is so alluring.

With a light footstep, the sharp blade that fell on the ground disappeared instantly.

A phantom figure appeared next to the monsters who were about to pick up a bargain at the corner.

The moonlight flashed, and the light cluster rose.

The five fingers of the right hand holding the sword were retracted forcefully, turned around and walked back to the hall, Dongchen looked at the wolf monster indifferently.

Flesh flew cheap, and the sharp knife cut through the chest.Rummaging around, frowning slightly, Dong Chen split the wolf monster's head with a twist of his wrist.

A blue crystal the size of a goose egg, covered with red threads, has a strange beauty. This is Jingyuan, a blue crystal that has evolved to red.Purple, red, blue, white and black, wolf monsters can live underground for more than 30 years without eating or drinking, and it played a vital role.

As expected, the unexpected harvest slightly dilutes the worries in his heart. Dongchen puts the crystal yuan away, finally takes a look at the monster incarnate by the bishop, turns around, lifts his pocket and walks into the alleyway.

Behind him, there was a pool of blood, and half of the hilt of the sword lay there alone.This time, no one will touch it again, until... forever.

"Huh... it's time to go back."

There was a murmur of a sigh, and the footsteps gradually faded away.