Under the bright light, the ghosts gradually fell into disadvantage.
The power of the Sun God was passed to King Xin, and then to Wu Hui. And then it came back. But during the transmission process, this flame has become extremely powerful, and the light envelopes the entire galaxy.
In the process of inheritance, civilization is indeed like a flame. As long as there is enough fuel, it will burn more and more until it starts a prairie fire.
Darkness occupies most of the space in the universe. Only stars can dispel this darkness.
Stars are...
sun.
A sun shines on the world, bringing light and dispelling darkness.
The darkness that enveloped the sun and killed the Sun God was receding little by little, as if the owner of the darkness had suffered a major blow.
The next moment, the sun god opened his eyes.
He is back.
Four hundred and seventy-two years have passed since the sun was first crushed by the Black Death.
Two hundred and sixty-five years have passed since the sun was crushed for the second time by the Black Death.
Compared to the time the Sun God existed, this period of time was actually very short. But the days shrouded in darkness are really hard to live through.
Finally, on this day, the sun god woke up again.
The light turned into sword blades and spears, killing the enemies in front. The ghosts can't hide under the sunlight. Zhui Ming, Leng Xue and Ke Wenbei worked together to beat the ghost towards the star.
The ghosts were pierced by rays of light and thousands of arrows.
Then it exploded in the starry sky. The star's brightness suddenly became much weaker.
But for this world, it would be good if the solar energy rises again. Even if it is a little darker or smaller, it is better than never seeing the light.
The only pity is that no one born before the eternal night has survived to this moment. Most of the people who have died for hundreds of years have never seen the sun once. But it doesn't matter, because civilization is being passed on, and they are all part of this civilization.
The inheritance of civilization is still there, and the traces of the deceased still remain.
It's not a complete departure.
The sun shines, and the light destroys the ghosts. Ke Wenbei calculated that the power of the Black Death consumed in this world was less than one percent.
Quite a few. That's the Black Death, and being able to consume even one percent of its power is something to be proud of.
At this time, Wu Hui was attacking with Liu Dangren.
The two people's brilliance combined, and they successfully consumed one percent of the Black Death's power in just one attack.
In fact, it was the former gladiators who caused the greatest damage to the Black Death. However, no matter how conceited, the Black Death knew that his situation was not good at this time, and many worlds could see that the Black Death was taking back its power.
So much so that even though Wu Hui and the others had been fighting for so long, the Black Death didn't seem to weaken at all.
Instead, there will be sacrifices on their side again.
Don Quixote's consciousness was a little distracted. He couldn't remember how many times he had attacked that darkness and how many times he had launched charges.
His body is weakening and deforming.
His consciousness is fading and distorting.
Fighting the devil will never be easy, not to mention that Don Quixote will be unable to suppress the power in his body that is far beyond the limit of his control.
Then Don Quixote raised his weapon.
No matter what the result is, let me make one last charge!
Old horse.
Broken armor.
Broken gun.
Rusty sword.
knight.
Don Quixote charges into the endless darkness, small but extremely decisive.
A gust of air passed through him. Don Quixote, who was unconscious, looked at the dark giant in front of him, as if he saw a windmill.
The knight draws his sword, but the windmill will not fall.
On the contrary, the knight will be swept up by the windmill's fan blades and destroyed.
It can only leave an inconspicuous mark on that huge windmill.
belong
The power of Don Quixote breaks into the Black Death. In one blow, the Black Death was not injured, but it was inexplicably stagnant.
Naturally, no one will miss this opportunity.
Du Ziming's countless tentacles penetrated the Black Death's body, entangled and ingested it. The presiding judge threw out a spear weapon from who knows which world. Countless zhenqi floated around the ancestor of cultivating immortals.
Wu Hui and Wangdie Wuxiao Fengxing combined with Pulao Hongming's combo attack, punching countless holes in Black Death's body.
Don Quixote's body was destroyed by the Black Death, but his spirit continued to charge. It seems like it can go on like this forever.
Shock spread through Black Death's body.
The knight fell. The windmill spins just a little slower. If you look closely, you will find that the fan blades are somewhat damaged.
This is all the damage he has done to the enemy with his life.
However, his battle also gave others the opportunity to attack. With everyone's cooperation, Black Death's body shrank significantly.
But he saw another black hand reaching out and grabbing the ancestor of immortality who was surrounded by true energy.
The squares behind Liu Dangren formed a huge Donghuang Bell. The bell vibrated, the Heavenly Gate opened wide, and countless rays of light fell down, trying to make the Black Death let go and save the ancestor of the immortal cultivator.
Wu Hui's fire gathered at the edge of the sword, and he also seized the time to launch an attack.
Light flashed in Diewu's hand, cutting the black hand.
The three of them attacked at the same time, but they saw Black Death's other hand coming over and knocking several of them away. However, the ancestor of cultivating immortals exploded upon impact, and then regrouped, out of the enemy's control. The chief judge's chains flew over to protect him as he retreated.
The Black Death struck again, and everyone defended with all their strength before they could barely resist and retreated again. The presiding judge also rescued two civilizations along the way and brought them into his own space.
"Hahahaha!" Black Death was laughing wildly. Normally when it causes such large-scale destruction, other demons such as playwrights and gladiators would have come to smoke it. Now he is playing very wantonly.
However, after fighting for so long, he failed to capture the few people in front of him, and his power began to decline in all parts of the starry sky. This was a bit beyond Black Death's expectations.
It has indeed become weaker. Next, you may need to continue to draw strength from other places to strengthen yourself.
No, in fact, we only fight a few people here. It doesn’t matter whether we lose or win. But there are not many opportunities where I can do whatever I want without the playwrights stopping me.
The demon is unscrupulous and feels that he will definitely not die. So at this time, Black Death was still thinking about how to have more fun.
As for the death of those demon servants, it is not a big deal at all to it. Anyway, you can train another batch of similar demon servants later.
Only destruction can bring true joy to the Black Death.
After all, it is the embodiment of all malice in the universe. Darkness, death, and disease are its essence and its source.
Can you destroy all evil in the universe? Can you destroy dark death and disease? Impossible, even the most naive idealist would not dare to imagine this after understanding the scale of the universe and starry sky.
But at this moment, under the bright light, there are more scars on the Black Death's body.
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