sun devour

Chapter 419

The whole scene suddenly became extremely tragic, the black robes had to interrupt Yu Xiaofeng who was breaking through, and the members of the six major families also used their full strength and cards to block the wave after wave of attacks of the black robes.

"Boom!"

The sky was startled, with five-color rays of light vertically and horizontally, the airflow exploded, the earth cracked, blood and pieces of meat were splashed, and broken limbs and arms were thrown around.

The two parties had to do this, and neither wanted to let the other succeed.

Yu Xiaofeng seems to have become the biggest variable in the whole game, and the key to the survival of both sides.

The canyon, the strange red mist, is full of ominous atmosphere, just like the dwelling place of the devil.

At the moment when the formation collapsed, Yu Xiaojie knew that something was wrong. The five-color light flowed in his blood, which was swallowed by gray energy. His whole body was also covered with a layer of gray light, resisting the erosion of the red mist.

"hiss"

It was as if his whole body was being devoured by ten thousand insects, his flesh and bone marrow were in excruciating pain, and it penetrated directly into his soul, making him grin his teeth and whine softly.

"Even Huimang can't stop it?"

Looking at the crimson world in front of him, Yu Xiaojie felt awe-inspiring.

In fact, he was wrong.

In this world, there are three types of super energy.

Life energy, life source energy, simply put, is the source energy possessed by Yan Ri.

Death energy is a special source energy owned by the soul clan, and it is also the foundation of the soul clan. This red mist also belongs to the category of death energy.

Dark energy, the source energy owned by the dark race, is also extremely terrifying.

Therefore, this red mist is actually at the same level as gray energy, but because Yu Xiaojie has not mastered the source world, gray energy cannot be controlled by him at this time, which is why he is at a disadvantage.

Yu Xiaojie retreated, but found that he could not retreat from the red mist area.

"Could it be that this is another world?"

Thinking about it, his face became extremely ugly, and his footsteps also stopped.

If it's one world, then it's useless to retreat.

The erosion of the red mist gave Yu Xiaojie goose bumps all over his body, and his body trembled involuntarily.

His eyes were full of horror.

Jiuchongtian's physique, plus the gray energy, can only keep the flesh and blood from being corroded by it.

The soul race, this terrifying race, it's no wonder that even the rabbit, who was not afraid of anything that day, jumped for it.

"Jie Jie"

Tooth-stinging strange smiles rang out all around, Yu Xiaojie, who was in unbearable pain, had to cheer up.

Except for the red mist, the surroundings are still red mist, and there is no way forward, and there is no end in sight.

"Kill! Kill! Kill"

Like the devil's hypnosis, Yu Xiaojie, who was already unbearable, was even more crumbling.

"buzz"

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the divine core suspended in the center shook violently, driving away the invasion of these external thoughts.

Drops of cold sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead and slid down his cheeks to the ground.

When he woke up, Yu Xiaojie shivered suddenly.

If he was really hypnotized, then his fate can be imagined.

"It's so scary!"

So far, Yu Xiaojie has experienced the real horror of the soul race.

"This kind of race, once it develops."

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Yu Xiaojie felt.

A soul clan that has not yet formed and has not grown up is already so terrifying. If there are hundreds of heads, or a soul clan with ten thousand heads, is there room for other creatures to survive?
"Where is its core?"

Yu Xiaojie became anxious.

Without taking shape, he would almost be unable to resist. If this soul race was completely formed, then he couldn't imagine how miserable he would die.

"That's right! That palace!"

While thinking about it, the blood-red palace covered with purple and black patterns appeared in his mind.

"It must be it!"

It was basically confirmed, Yu Xiaojie began to search for the location of the palace.

This canyon can no longer be called a canyon. With the shroud of red mist, this place has become a boundary within a boundary.

"Boom! Boom!"

Suppressing the urge to explode his chest, following the source of the sound, Yu Xiaojie walked forward step by step with difficulty.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

His chest was heaving violently, and the blue veins on his body appeared, like the roots of an old tree. It seemed that every step forward required all his strength.

"Hoohoo."

Sweat fell like raindrops, and the clothes on his body were already soaked. He stopped, covered his chest with his left hand, and panted heavily.

"No, don't waste any more time!"

Gritting his teeth 'creak', he took another step.

"Jie Jie"

An inexplicable creature formed by a combination of red mist in front of it is taking shape, like a shadow. On its head, those red eyes are full of tyranny and evil spirit, like the pupils of a devil. teenager.

"Wow!"

It roared, and the surrounding red mist surged, rushing towards the boy.

"poison!"

Yu Xiaojie, who was almost exhausted by the airflow, had no ability to resist at all. He was swept out and landed in the distance.

"Cough cough."

Lying there, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood when he opened his mouth.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the divine core gradually dimmed, and the gray energy outside the body retreated step by step due to the persecution of the red mist.

"Chichi!"

The red mist eroded, the flesh began to split, and the blood stained the boy's whole body.

"hiss"

The pain of gnawing flesh and bone made Yu Xiaojie, who was almost in a coma, regain some sanity.

"No! I can't die here! I still have a lot to do!"

He roared in his heart, and the divine light in his eyes began to condense, and then became firm.

"I can't die!"

He struggled, trembled, failed countless times, and finally stood up tremblingly.

"Thirteen Potentials of Promise!"

The first thing Yu Xiaojie thought of was this thaumaturgy.

Breathing heavily, concentrating, Xu Ling puts his neck on his neck, chest in his chest and back, shoulders down and elbows down, relaxed and natural, and his hands slowly raised.

The steps are opened, the hands are swinging, the mind and the breath are combined, and the continuous mind flows.

One turn, one fold, one circle, one send, like flowing clouds and flowing water, the thirteen infinite gestures are unfolded one by one.

It was just one time, and the eroded parts of his body stopped bleeding, the second time, the flesh began to shrink, and the third time, the whole person was like a normal person, and all the eroded parts were healed and intact, if it weren't for the white shirt Those bloodstains really couldn't be seen as dying people.

"Rumble!"

The sound didn't come from anywhere else, it came from Xiaojie's body.

He, who had already been at the peak of the Ninth Layer physique, actually started to break through in this harsh environment!

However, as if he didn't feel it at all, he was still swinging the thirteen postures.

(End of this chapter)