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"As a king, what you need is not to cry." Don Quixote wiped away the tear that was materialized by his sea of ​​consciousness, although in fact it was all fake, and pinched Char Qin's face by the way, " Tears can't help you wash away your guilt. Although I don't know what happened to make you, a high-level mage, directly become a mage of the domain, or even higher, but I think you can use your power to reorganize the Shay Empire and make it a reality. It exists healthier, so that you can be worthy of those soldiers who died for you!"

"Okay," Don Quixote smiled as he looked at Char Qin who gave him a blank look, "I can already guess the first half of the story, although I can't believe it, but the second half Probably something happened to the ancestors."

Char Qin closed her eyes, took a light breath, and once again used the memory sharing ability on Don Quixote, but this time, what Don Quixote saw was no longer Char. Qin's perspective, but the soul of the ancestors, of course, through this point, Don Quixote has already vaguely guessed something.

In Li, which is independent from the outside world, the souls of the ancestors are concentrating on restoring the natal Yulin, but at this moment, an accident happened.

The soul of the ancestors itself is just a soul, and all its power actually comes from the Hengduan Mountain Range. Of course, in Shaar Donghai's words, it all comes from the massive basic elements absorbed by the dragon veins, so it can be like a tireless machine. Like an engine, it can use the ability to split space endlessly. If it is replaced by an ordinary magic god, even if it is an orthodox guy who has integrated the godhead of the goddess of magic, it is absolutely impossible to activate the ability to split space 24 hours a day.To know.Psionics is not Chinese cabbage.Buy a bunch of them for ten yuan.

Therefore, when Xiu Yi discovered the true fate of the ancestor's soul, his end was already doomed. At this time, from Don Quixote's perspective, it began to shake. It is obvious that the Hengduan Mountains are suffered destruction.The power that led to the soul of the ancestors was like a faucet that was gradually turned on.

For some unknown reason, the spirit of the ancestors did not go out to check why, or to stop this destruction, but sighed, and then following its line of sight, Don Quixote saw an extra tree in the tree. The tall tree almost reached the top wall of the cave, which made him a little curious. It stands to reason that if there is something extra in this kind of place, it may affect the operation of the formation.But it seems that I must have guessed wrong.

At this time, the figure of the ancestral soul has become flickering, obviously maintaining the Ziwei True Fire Realm.And being wantonly destroyed the dragon veins outside, the consumption of the souls of the ancestors is huge. Of course, Don Quixote is not clear about all this. All he knows is that there must be something wrong with the souls of the ancestors, and the biggest It may be that the chain that maintains power seems to be broken.

The soul of the ancestors tapped the tree trunk lightly a few times, and after a faint green light, a beautiful woman who had nothing to say, should be a pure-blood elf appeared in front of Don Quixote, "Damn Char, what do you do? Being so stingy gave me so much strength, so I can only..."

Only halfway through the words, the woman's complexion suddenly changed, "Bastard, what are you?"

"My fate was discovered by them."

"What fate?"

The soul of the ancestors looked up and saw that there was already a crack in the Real Fire Realm, "My soul relies on that natal jade lin, but my power comes from the stretching mountains outside. I thought this secret would never be discovered by anyone." I know, but I still underestimated them, of course, this may be because my father didn't devote too much effort to perfecting this formation, after all, he didn't think that he would die one day."

"Goddess of Life, you mean they are destroying the mountains outside? Then why are you dawdling here? I'll go out with you and kill those bastards!"

The soul of the ancestors shook his head, "That guy has an existence comparable to my father standing behind him. Although he can't use the power beyond the magic god in the outside world, he entangles me, a semi-disabled person, and you, who have spanned almost the entire world. It is still very easy to project the avatar here from the mainland, the battle between the magic gods, moving mountains and filling seas..."

The soul of the ancestors did not continue. Obviously, this ghost that has lived for more than 1000 years cannot help but fell into despair. Of course, there is no way to be forced into such a desperate situation. , how can there be any inexplicable power in the world that comes without a price?

"If my other half can come back," he continued after sighing, "maybe I can directly use the secret technique my father left me, but in fact, in order to maintain this Ziwei True Fire Realm I am now It is already extremely weak, if I remove this Ziwei True Fire Realm, I am afraid that my natal Yulin will be broken up before I can use that secret technique, so I came here to borrow some of your strength."

"There is no other way?" Ivan seemed a little unwilling to accept the result, and leaned weakly against the big tree behind him, "I haven't gone out to fight yet!"

"Girl..." For the first time since 1000 years, this soul-like man touched the face of the opposite woman. In fact, there are some things that Don Quixote has understood. A soul cannot make any promises. , even if it is so strong that it is invincible, "When the fate of death is irreversible, it is useless to shed tears. I would rather choose to die generously, at least I can retain a trace of dignity."

"It was Francis before, and now it's you, why, you all leave me one by one?"

"Dear Yiwen, if you talk to me for another ten seconds, I guarantee that this real fire world will disappear."

"Huh~" The pure-blooded elf called Ivan by the soul of the ancestors nodded, "Remember, I will avenge you, for sure!"

"Boom!" From the perspective of the soul of the ancestors, the tall giant tree suddenly collapsed, and the pure blood elf turned into countless green particles. This scene made Don Quixote feel like he was being overwhelmed The illusion of being surrounded by fireflies, the next moment all the green particles seemed to be driven by an invisible vortex, rushing madly towards the natal jade scale on the altar.Gradually.The dilapidated jade scales are like chocolate.melted.

Seeing all this, the spirit of the ancestors suddenly said, "I have served my duty for 1000 years, and I should take a break." Although the words sounded chic, Don Quixote could feel the loneliness, and anyone would know the beautiful words. Said, but when it's really his turn to face death, anyone will feel so unwilling.

finally.That whole natal jade scale is no longer a beautiful jade, but melted into a ball and turned into a liquid sphere. The sphere is constantly rotating, as if devouring everything around it like a black hole. Ziwei Xing in the sky , the seven-star lamp on the ground, and the flowing Milky Way, and even... the ancestor soul itself!

When Don Quixote saw the picture again, it was gone.Even the mountain was gone, leaving only a huge cave that looked like a meteorite strike.At this time, the perspective of the ancestral soul is from high to low, and the three figures are not far away. Naturally, Xiu Yi is among them. The green light flashes, and Xiu Yi seems to want to move away, but the next moment , the soul of the ancestors appeared next to Xiu Yi, and his whole hand was directly inserted into the realm of another dimension. Xiuyi's head was crushed directly, but his arm was also completely cut off by the realm of another dimension. stayed inside.

Don Quixote couldn't see the expression of the soul of the ancestors, but he could obviously feel it from the slight change in his gaze. This guy was smiling, "Huh!" The whole arm suddenly spread out and turned into a The purple fire once again burned Xiu Yi completely, and it was in a different dimension, so it went straight to Xiu Yi's soul.

Even the golden light of the Buddha could not extinguish the purple fire, and then a powerful force burst out from Xiuyi's body, so powerful that just reading the memory made Don Quixote feel palpitations, and the purple fire burst out instantly. It was cleared out, just when Don Quixote thought that the soul of the ancestors returned without success again, just destroying Xiu Yi's carrier.

Another golden light, as if the golden light shot from the sun, pierced straight into the realm of another dimension. The realm of another dimension didn't seem to have any reaction to this golden light. Obviously, its so-called isolated space had no effect at all. From the perspective of the ancestor's soul, Don Quixote could clearly see that before the golden light touched Xiuyi's soul, part of that group of soul seemed to have vaporized. Killing, it's a pity that a golden palm blocked the golden light, and with a light grip, the golden light disappeared without a trace, but at this time, the size of Xiuyi's soul ball shrunk by nearly half !Don Quixote could even feel Xiu Yi howling!

The golden palm didn't stop, and pinched a spell, a golden lotus came out out of thin air, bursting out like a bomb with golden light, when the golden light dissipated, where would there be Xiu Yi and the golden palm?

Don Quixote heard a sigh in a trance, "It's a pity that he let it go away, but the secret method of this visitor from another world has some skills, but you, it's a pity, ha ha."

It has a nice voice, like a woman, but a little younger, but someone who can have such coercion that even the Buddha has no intention of resisting, is using the sun to cast the secret method. Don't think about it, it must be the sun god. .

In fact, Don Quixote guessed right, a blond woman, or rather a girl, because she was about the same size as Don Quixote's daughter, and she wore the same costume as the one on the statue of the sun god in the Temple of the Sun. It’s the same, but it’s just shrunk a lot. The sun god who appeared in front of the ancestor soul raised his head and looked at the ancestor soul with only one arm left. "You don't look like him at all."

The ancestor soul shrugged, "Goddess Hui, I am not your own. Excuse me, can I leave here? As you can see, I don't have much time left. I want to see my king and explain the funeral. "

"There are two more on that side, don't you care?" The ancestor soul shook his head, "Time is running out, I just took a gamble, it is so afraid of using power beyond the boundary, there must be a certain true god on that side who has been paying attention Look at it," said the soul of the ancestors and chuckled twice, "the bet is right."

"Shaar Donghai is Piggyboy, as long as you say it again, I can keep you from dying."

"..., that's my father, I hope the goddess will forgive me, I can't do it."

"Get out!" The sun god who was still smiling just now became extremely indifferent in an instant. In Don Quixote's view, even the Sichuan compatriots' face-changing skills are not as fast. This kind of indifference makes Don Quixote on the other side of the screen Dedu had some palpitations, but because of the existence of free will, this negative emotion disappeared instantly.

"Boom!" The ensuing explosion startled Don Quixote. Whether it was the old devil Gula, the blood demon Assamai, or even its so-called undead blade, they all instantly turned into dust.

After the sight of the ancestor soul was cut back, the sun god had disappeared. Knowing that time was running out, he stretched out his hand to open the space crack and got in. When he saw the light again, he had already appeared in Tianmu Town. On that piece of ruins, at this moment, there are only the tearful Sha Ya Qin and some of her remaining subordinates who are protected by the enchantment, and lying on the ground but still breathing, but no one dares to The approaching Gorefiend Nofiler. (To be continued..)

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