Chapter 809 This day is long and lonely
"My name is lonely!"
"I only wish the sky is blue and not lonely"
The light of the sword flickered, although Tingquan was broken, but the sword in my heart was never broken!
The blood shadow flew, and the golden light followed closely behind.
Tian Lonely is constantly squeezing the potential of the soul in his heart, continuously operating the original body, and various soul supernatural powers are constantly flipping and flying in conjunction with swordsmanship.
The silver cross only dared to watch from a distance, and used the big prophecy to cooperate with the Red River aliens.
He is really afraid of the loneliness now.
Because not far away, a Red River alien, which he had to be cautious about, was slowly dissipating there at the moment, completely dead.
The lonely sky is completely desperate!
Most people have only heard of high-level necromancers, but rarely seen high-level necromancers.
And the most widely circulated theory about the high-level necromancers is also their characteristic that they will never 'die'.
Original body, this state created by Louis with the same nature as the high-level undead, others can only guess how special it is.
Silver Cross dared to despise Tianjili before, but at the moment Tianjili made up his mind to go all out, the sword light that erupted from it was Jianjian rushing to kill.
Even the Red River Alien, which also possesses the so-called 'immortality' ability, will be killed by Tian Jilian's sword.
As a result, it has a variety of life forms, no matter how exaggerated the life form is, it can't be effective, and it can only lie on the ground to dissipate and die.
After hitting the back, it wasn't even the blood shadows who were besieging and killing Tian Lonely, but Tian Lonely chasing and killing the dogs of these Honghe people.
It's just that each sword gradually took on a touch of blood.
And the lonely body of the sky is getting darker and darker.
The blood shadows are not afraid of death, but they can only die one by one.
Silver Cross, as early as when the blood shadow kept dying, he was ready to escape.
But the next moment, Jian Guang flew from a distance, turned around the head of the silver cross, and then flew towards where it came from.
The silver cross stretched out his hands to hug his head that was about to fall off.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't have the strength to speak at the moment.
The arm holding the head gradually turned into dim mercury and fell to the ground continuously.
The feathers behind turned into pieces of light, forming arms trying to hold the head, but those bare hands could only continue to blur.
Countless holy souls emerged around him, rushing towards him, but in the process of rushing, each one of them emitted a lot of light.
Break away from that sacred posture, and then sense the call of the ghost one by one.
But before going to Netherworld, these holy souls turned into ghosts one by one, and rushed towards the silver cross crazily.
Even people with pure faith cannot accept that they are constantly enslaved and then squeezed crazily.
Besides, who can say whether their pure beliefs are consistent?
Besides, when the silver cross collects the holy soul, it will not be easy to discuss, saying that after you die, the soul will be borrowed from me.
Instead, they plundered directly. In the eyes of most holy souls, this person is not a god, nor is he in the same camp as them, but more like a devil.
His body did not suffer much damage under the pounce of these ghosts.
After all, these souls themselves have no power. Under the absorption of Nether, they are quickly returning to Nether.
But even if it is slightly affected, it is still influential. The silver cross looked desperately at its body that was constantly turning into mercury, and its head fell to one side, hitting the ground, turning into mercury all over the place.
The sky was lonely, standing in front of the corpse of the last blood shadow, his body continued to radiate brilliance.
His original body has been broken.
Farther away, there are still enemies slowly approaching.
The loneliness of the sky even sensed the existence of human will.
And the God of Fist, who hides behind the human will, is approaching him constantly.
His death still attracted the attention of human will.
The sky became gloomy, and whistling whistling sounded, as if singing a sad song for the loneliness of the sky.
His will, which is being absorbed by the human will.
And Quan Zhengshen is taking this opportunity to play some ghostly tricks.
Obviously transformed into the original body, it is called a high-level necromancer, and the lonely sky with ghosts and monsters is more suitable for the title ghost.
Quan Zhengshen, a pure-blooded human being, the representative of human beings, should recommend Xuanyuan with his blood.
But all this is reversed.
At this moment, Tian Jiyou understood that the attack on him was planned long ago, and there was a conspiracy in it.
This is also the tragedy of human beings. I don’t know how many martyrs are as lonely as the sky. With the cooperation of human beings and external dimensional forces, they are driven to a dead end like this.
"Is their purpose human will?" Tian Lonely wanted to do something, but he couldn't move.
After his original body was broken, his soul body began to dissipate.
Being able to leave a little consciousness and take a last look at the world can only be said to be the last gift of the original body, and the last retention of human will for him.
Looking at the gloomy sky, the lonely sky can feel that its own will is converging with human will.
Among them, there are a large number of deceased martyrs gathering towards him.
The will of the dead in the past of human beings, recombined and aggregated, is forming a temporary leader’s will.
"This is..." At this moment, Tian Lonely felt something vaguely.
The soul drifts to the netherworld, and the will merges into the group.
During this last dying moment, what did the lonely sky catch.
"For mankind!" With this idea in mind, the lonely will of the sky was subsumed into the human will, mixed with certain wills, and finally formed the will of the temporary leader.
And Quan Zhengshenzheng came here from afar with regret on his face, looking at the lonely sky that passed away, and the invisible, yet extremely strong will of the leader.
"Don't be hypocritical here!" Suddenly, a huge 'Rubik's Cube' appeared in front of people.
This Rubik's Cube is made up of countless small cubes, one of which is facing the God of Quanzheng, and the cube fluctuates slightly, making a sound as if countless people gathered together and chanted.
"You should be manipulating all of this behind the scenes, right!" the leader Will said in a firm tone.
A pressure fell directly on the body of Quan Zhengshen, and the favor of human will on him dissipated in an instant.
"That's right, but although all of this is selfish, it is also for the good of mankind!" Quan Zhengshen said directly without any intention of hiding it.
The leader will neither believe nor disbelieve.
Standing quietly in mid-air, listening to the sophistry of Quan Zhengshen.
The sky is still gloomy and windy, everything is dead and silent, and it looks extraordinarily lonely, with only a glimmer of brilliance floating into the distance.
This day is long and lonely at dusk, and my heart is so sad.
Elegy song, broken sword, giving up the remnants of life, I only hope that there will be fewer unfortunate people in the world!
The second change, 2000 words, sorry.
(end of this chapter)