"My name is lonely in the sky!"
"I only wish the sky is blue and not lonely"
The light of the sword flashed, and although the spring was broken, the sword in my heart was not broken!
Blood shadows flew, and golden light followed closely behind.
Tian Jieliao's heart was constantly squeezing the potential of the soul, and the original body was constantly rotating. Various soul magical powers were constantly flipped and shot in conjunction with the swordsmanship.
Silver Cross only dared to watch from a distance and used great prophecy to cooperate with the Red River aliens.
He is really afraid of the loneliness now.
Because not far away, a Red River alien form that he had to be careful about even if he faced it was slowly dissipating there, completely dead.
Tian Lonely is completely desperate!
Most people have only heard of high-level undead, but have rarely seen high-level undead.
And the most widely spread theory about the advanced undead is that they will never 'die'.
Others can only guess at the specific characteristics of the original body, a state created by Louis that has the same nature as the advanced undead.
Silver Cross dared to despise Tian Lonely before, but the moment Tian Lonely made up his mind to fight for his life, the sword light that erupted was like a sword rushing to kill people.
Even the Honghe alien body, which also possesses the so-called 'immortal' ability, will have its soul killed by Tian Jieyou's sword.
As a result, it has a variety of life forms. No matter how exaggerated the life form is, it cannot be effective and can only lie on the ground and dissipate to death.
After the fight, it was not even the blood shadows that surrounded and killed Tian Lonely, but Tian Lonely chasing and killing these Honghe people's dogs.
But every sword strike gradually became tinged with blood.
And Tian Lonely's body became increasingly gloomy.
The blood shadows are not afraid of death, but they can only die one by one.
Silver Cross was preparing to escape as early as when the blood shadows continued to die.
But the next moment, sword light flew from a distance, and the heads surrounding the silver cross flew back to where they came from.
Silver Cross stretched out his hands to hold his head that was about to fall off.
He opened his mouth to say something, but at this moment he no longer had the strength to speak.
The arms holding his head gradually turned into dull mercury and kept falling to the ground.
The feathers behind him turned into pieces of light, forming arms trying to hold his head, but those bare hands could only continue to fade away.
Countless holy souls emerged around him and rushed towards him, but in the process of running towards him, each one emitted a large amount of light.
Breaking away from that sacred posture, one by one felt the call of the netherworld.
But before heading to the Netherworld, these holy souls all turned into ghosts one by one and rushed towards the silver cross crazily.
Even people with pure beliefs cannot accept being constantly enslaved and then exploited crazily.
Besides, who can say for sure whether their pure beliefs are consistent?
Besides, when Silver Cross collected the holy souls, he wouldn't have discussed it easily, saying that after you die, you can lend me your soul.
Instead, they directly robbed him. In the eyes of most holy souls, this man was not a god, nor was he in the same camp as them. Instead, he looked more like a devil.
His body was not seriously harmed by the attacks of these evil spirits.
After all, these souls themselves have little power. Under the absorption of the Netherworld, they are quickly returning to the Netherworld.
But even if it was a slight influence, it still had an impact. Silver Cross looked desperately at his body that was constantly turning into mercury. His head fell to the side and hit the ground, turning into mercury all over the ground.
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Then it became dull and smelly.
The sky was lonely, standing in front of the corpse of the last bloody figure, with radiance constantly exuding from his body.
His original body has been broken.
Further away, there are enemies slowly approaching.
Tian Jieyou even sensed the existence of human will.
And the Fist God, who is hiding behind human will and is approaching him.
His death still attracted the attention of the human will.
The sky became gloomy, and a whistling whistle sounded, as if lamenting the loneliness of the sky.
The will that belongs to him is being absorbed by the human will.
Quan Zhengshen is taking this opportunity to play some ghostly tricks.
Tian Jingyou, who was obviously transformed into his original body and was called a high-level undead spirit, joined the ghosts and monsters, and was more suitable for the title of ghost.
Quan Zhengshen, a pure-blooded human being and a representative of humanity, should recommend Xuanyuan with his blood for humanity.
But it all happened in reverse.
At this moment, Tian Jiyou understood that the attack on him had been planned long ago, and there was a conspiracy involved.
This is also the tragedy of mankind. I don’t know how many martyrs were forced into a dead end like this with the cooperation of humans and extradimensional forces.
"Are their goals based on human will?" Tian Lingliao wanted to do something, but was unable to move.
After his original body was broken, his soul began to dissipate.
Being able to leave some consciousness and take one last look at this world can only be said to be the last gift of the original body and the last effort of human will to save him.
Looking at the gloomy sky, Tian Jiyou could feel that his own will was converging with human will.
Among them, a large number of deceased martyrs gathered towards him.
The will of the past human beings is reorganized and aggregated, and is forming a temporary leader's will.
"This is..." At this moment, Tian Jiliao vaguely noticed something.
The soul drifts to the netherworld, and the will merges into the group.
In this final moment, Tian Jingliao grasped something.
"For humanity!
"With this idea, Tian Jiyou's will was merged into the human will, mixed with certain wills, and finally formed the temporary leader's will.
Quan Zhengshen came here from a distance with a regretful look on his face, looking at the passing sky and the loneliness of the sky, as well as the invisible, formless, but extremely strong will of the leader.
"Don't be pretentious here!" Suddenly, a huge 'Rubik's Cube' appeared in front of people.
This Rubik's Cube is composed of countless small blocks, one side of which is facing the fist god. The block slightly fluctuates, making a sound like countless people gathered together to chant.
"You should be behind all this, right!" The leader said with a determined tone.
A pressure fell directly on Quan Zhengshen, and the human will in him dissipated in an instant.
"Yes, but although all this has selfish motives, it is also for the good of mankind!" Quan Zhengshen said directly without any intention of hiding it.
The will of the leader does not believe, nor does it disbelieve.
Standing quietly in mid-air, listening to Quan Zhengshen's sophistry.
The sky was still filled with gloomy winds, and everything was dry and lonely, with only a trace of brilliance floating into the distance.
The sky is lonely at dusk, and my heart is full of sadness.
The sad song is that the sword is broken and the life is left, I only wish that there will be fewer unfortunate people in the world!
