Yuanshin, no one knows the harem better than me

"Andreus" still couldn't obey the call. Without the power of the North Wind King Wolf, it would be difficult for him to compete with the strongest Mond who is one with the evil spirits only by relying on ordinary sword skills and elemental power.

Section after section of slashing, Xia Tian retreated step by step, and then there was no way to retreat, with warm fireworks behind him.

Hu Tao and Xia Tian were back to back, and she was forced to be out of breath by the large number of Qiuqiu people.

The Qiuqiu people were not strong enough, and at first they could easily cope with the song "Daqiuqiu is sick, look at Erqiuqiu...", but there are too many of them. The consumption is far greater than imagined.

Hu Tao looked tired, but he was still smiling. He didn't look anxious at all, and he didn't forget to joke to Xia Tian: "It seems that you are not easy to deal with!"

Xia Tian is not easy, but seeing Hu Tao's smile, he also smiled: "Well, something happened."

It doesn't matter what those Qiuqiu people do, as long as they kill this big guy, they can win!

"Do you want to cooperate? My flame is also effective against evil spirits!"

"my pleasure."

The two reached an agreement tacitly.

Walnut pointed the point of the burning gun at Emon Loka, and the unrestrained fire roared, or

As the tip of the gun slid on the ground, a curtain of flames rose up, marking out an area that completely blocked the Qiuqiu people behind.

The two faced Emon Loka, the flames hit the black body, and the frost giant sword followed.

Clang!

The giant sword met the giant sword, and rubbed down along the slope. Just at the chest position, the wolf spirit giant sword let out a thunderous riot.

The four elements spread out.

Emon Loka couldn't react in time, the storm and thunder forcibly bounced his star silver greatsword away, and then the icy giant sword pierced into his body that could not feel the temperature.

"Useless!" Emon Loka yelled in terror, and the black mist swept in, trying to reshape.

But in the next second, the red flame refused.

Passing through Xia Tian's hands, a crimson tornado ignited along the frosty giant sword, this is a flame that is enough to burn the soul!

"Ugh!" Emon Roca stepped back, getting his body out of the range of the giant sword and flames.

He covered his chest, looked at the inextinguishable red flame, and snorted coldly: "The fluorescent fire is also trying to hurt me?"

Hu Tao gestured with the spear, drew a half-circle, and showed a proud smile: "This is unrestrained fire, and it is designed to burn bad guys like you!"

As long as it is still in the state of soul, whether it is Emon Loka or Ermen Loka, there is only one way to be purified.

"Hehe." I saw that Emon Roca didn't care, and even took the initiative to ignite the unrestrained fire: "The flame that burns out the soul? Then you take this whole soul!"

The flames burst into flames instantly, and Emon Loka stood there intact, as if shed a layer of skin.

He looked at the trembling dead souls at the far end: "The 800 souls of the motherland will become my food. Can you kill me [-] times? Your flame is enough to burn [-] Five thousand eight hundred times?"

!! ?

Xia Tian suddenly turned her head and saw the sad face of the princess. She was with the dead souls of the old country.

In an instant, I understood why those dead souls could take the initiative to seek death...

"So, is this the purpose of your restraining those souls?" Hu Tao clenched the goma stick tightly. In her eyes, hindering the cycle of life and death is the most extreme evil in the world.

Souls are also depleted, and no soul can exist for a thousand years without something to lodge.

Those souls of the old country live in the ruins of "Fendernir", unable to escape because of the nostalgia for the old country.

But now, it has become someone else's consumables!

Emon Loka has lost most of the emotions of normal people: "For the sake of the motherland, their sacrifices are necessary and worthwhile, because in the near future, I will complete the revival of "Findnir"! "

"Unforgivable!" Hu Tao would rarely be so angry: "Trampling on dead souls... this behavior is unforgivable!"

Emon Loka disagreed: "So what? The blood of the two of you will become the dye splashed on the flag, and your soul will also become my strength!"

If what Emon Loka said was true, even if he had the ability to kill him, he would be resurrected immediately.

Fifteen thousand and eight hundred souls represent the need to kill him fifteen thousand and eight hundred times... This is absolutely impossible.

Just once, most of the strength has already been paid, and it was still taking advantage of his carelessness.

The two were close to each other, and Xia Tian said softly, "Walnut."

"Ah."

"Is there a way to send those souls away?"

Hu Tao glanced at the souls surrounding the princess: "If they want, I can try."

Xia Tian nodded: "I will buy time, trouble."

Hu Tao smiled, and rubbed his elbow against Xia Tian's arm: "Why are you being so polite! This is the duty of our Pastoral Hall."

From her smile, Xia Tian didn't realize how regretful this was.

"The gun opened the road to Huangquan, and the butterfly led to the bridge of the world..." Hu Tao went straight to the princess, and then used the goma stick as a medium, and began to chant.

The soul was surging like a tide, and they felt some kind of pulling power.

First he looked at Hu Tao suspiciously, then saw the princess nodding with a smile, saying that he was a kind person who could be trusted.

As a result, the soul longing for liberation began to surge, rushing towards the smaller body of the walnut.

Thousands?Thousands?How many?No one can count clearly.

Without the protection of the unrestrained fire, countless souls poured into Hu Tao's petite body, the pain was engraved on the face, and the sweat soaked the clothes.

Requiem secret method.

This is to forcibly use one's own body as a medium to open the entrance of the boundary between life and death, and send the soul to rebirth.

The departed souls turned into flying Fire Gorge butterflies, flapping their wings, circling around Walnut, and then dissipating.

"No! You can't leave!" Emon Loka sensed the weakening of the will of the motherland, and he wanted to stop it.

But in front of his eyes, there is still a young man like a mountain, with a huge sword slanted on the ground, drawing a decree prohibiting passage.

Chapter 510 You took advantage of me again

I never thought that that girl actually had the secret method to save the undead, and I never thought that these undead from the old country would choose to betray!

The angry Emon Loka no longer enjoyed the fun of fighting, jumped back to the high platform, and pulled out another great sword from the ice.

The sacrificial sword is on the left, and the Xingyin sword is on the right. The giant sword, which is difficult for ordinary people to wield, is regarded by him as a two-handed one-handed sword.

Two huge swords, double the power, faster speed, Xia Tian is already hard to support just for defense.

But there was Walnut behind him, and he couldn't retreat, even if blood oozes from the tiger's mouth and his arms lose feeling, he can't retreat.

The brilliance of Hu Tao's body gradually faded, and the last Fire Gorge butterfly flew into the sky.

How many souls have you sent away today?She didn't count.

I just feel that my body is light and light, as if I want to turn into a butterfly and fly away with those souls.

But she was still alive, she had no wings, and before she could dance her body, she began to fall.

Don't worry, someone will catch her.

"Walnut!" Xia Tian hugged Hu Tao in his arms, as if hugging a large piece of ice at that moment, it was bitingly cold.

The flame of the goma staff was extinguished, and Walnut's vivid eyes also lost their luster.

She was so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open.

His skin was as cold as ice, Shengxue was white, his lips lost their color, and his pupils lost focus.

But she felt very warm, because in Xia Tian's embrace, she just didn't have the strength to speak, and she couldn't say such witty words as "lustful big brother, you took advantage of me again...".

Xia Tian regretted it. He should have thought about how much burden would be placed on Hu Tao's body if he wanted to send away such a large number of souls.

This silly girl doesn't need to work so hard!Don't you know a word called "enough is enough"!

There is no way to express the words of complaint, only distress and love and tightly encircling hands.

boom--

The huge body leaped in front of the two of them, it was King Frost Armor Qiuqiu.

The wandering soul of the princess also followed, and she urged worriedly: "Take the walnuts! Go to Mond and tell them... Invading Mond is definitely not just Emenorka's idea, there must be something even more terrifying. enemy."

Leaving at this time is the most correct choice.

Without the help of "Andreus", Xia Tian could not defeat Emon Loka.

He needs to confirm what happened to the Benlangling, and he also needs to go to Mond to inform the West Wind Knights about the situation in the Dragon's Back Snow Mountain.

"None of you can leave!"

With burning green flames in his eyes, Emon Loka walked forward step by step, dragging two big swords.

The huge sword he swung became slow and heavy, because this time it was no longer a mountain-like boy standing in front of him, but His Royal Highness the princess who had longed for thousands of years.

"Princess..." The cyan flames in Emon Roca's pupils danced slightly, and his friendship with the princess was one of the few secret medicines that could calm him down.

Lost her boarding house, the princess's soul is weak like a candle flickering in the wind.

But she still opened her hands and rushed towards Emon Loka.

The black mist engulfed the princess like a gust of wind, and Emon Loka hurriedly stepped forward and removed the black mist with a wave of his hand.

The two, who had never felt each other's warmth before, finally embraced their souls after death.

The princess tried to touch Emon Loka's face, but her vision was blurred due to her powerless consciousness, and she almost pleaded: "...don't let the warrior's noble soul be insulted like this again, the Emon Loka I know, don't It should be the existence of unscrupulous means for the purpose..."

"Your Highness, I... I just want to fulfill your entrustment..." Emon Loka was in pain, he couldn't understand the meaning of the princess: "When I was alive, I gave up in despair... But after I died, I just Knowing that there is still the existence of the soul, the existence of the soul has endless life and possibilities, I just want to use this to complete the agreement with you... Am I wrong?"

He doesn't understand why the princess is opposing his actions now. Could it be that the long-cherished wish to revive "Findnir" has been worn away by thousands of years?

In any case, it is Emon Loka's obsession to save "Findnir" for thousands of years, so his soul has not been polished by the years, and it is so powerful.

If this obsession is wrong, then for thousands of years, what is the purpose of my existence?

"No, you're not wrong, it's them...they deceived the princess... isn't the greatest ability of those gods to deceive?"

The whisper of the devil sounded in his heart, it was the evil spirit that often gave him inducements when he was confused.

Emon Roca couldn't tell where his heart was, and whether the princess in front of him was real or not.

"Emon Loka, I'm glad you worked so hard to find the possibility to reshape "Fendnir", but... "Fendnir" is no longer there. "

Suppressing the grief of speaking the truth, the princess smiled.

What she wants now is to let Emon Loka and those dead souls be redeemed, so that these people who have been saddened for thousands of years will not continue to fall into the pain of hatred.

"Emon Loka, I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me, forgive me for making you look for things that couldn't exist, and now let you choose to give up..."

"Emon Loka, I..."

This time, she still failed to express her emotions, but she had no regrets.

Maybe when I go to another world, I will have a lot of time to talk about it slowly. At that time, no one will bother me...

"Your Highness Princess..." The Cang Yan in Emon Roca's pupils changed at this moment, reappearing ordinary pupils, as if he was about to return to the noble warrior who had gone through hardships back then.

Then... when the princess's soul dissipated.

"The princess is dead! If she can stay in that girl's body forever, if she can fully own that girl's body, how can she die?"

Someone whispered in the ear, and Emon Loka's pupils were once again covered by blue flames.

The black mist surrounded his neck, as if making a sound, as if he was laughing.

This warrior named "Imon Loka" has finally become a slave of "Sea of ​​Darkness", and nothing can stop his hatred anymore!

there.

Carrying walnuts on my back in summer, I saw the only exit, which was a magical unfrozen river, and there might be waterfalls or hills outside...

Bang.

Flying over was the body of King Frost Armor Qiuqiu, like a plastic doll made of foam, which was thrown by Emon Roca effortlessly to block the only exit.

"You can't go, you killed the princess!"

Strange memory deviation, Emon Roca believed that Walnut drove the princess out of the body, which led to the demise of the princess's soul.

Is this also the hatred guided by the "Sea of ​​Darkness"?