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Engines running, steel quivering, bearings spinning, rocks cracking, heartbeats, breathing, shouts, tides, ripples, turbulence, intermittent, spreading, shrinking, resonating.

At this moment, countless sounds emerged from Huai Shi's ears. Those chaotic and noisy voices came one after another and were introduced into Huai Shi's consciousness. Then, under the integration of the soul, it gradually changed from loose and disordered to There are contexts to be found, and after the layers are split, they are combined again.

The lingering sounds and noises that mattered were gone.

He finally heard the surging sound.

Like a heartbeat.

The heartbeat from hell.

The malicious heart that is gradually being implanted in the deepest part of this hell!

In the rush of blood, branches of towering giant trees grew rapidly and spread branches throughout the huge hell, on this chaotic battlefield.

Then, gradually, control everything.

This sea of ​​blood tax formed by countless lives is the shell and extension of the behemoth. Where the blood is shrouded, all the dying life is dissolved in the boundless blood, and all the coagulated creatures are in the massive Under the perfusion of vitality, rapid expansion, madness, and fanatical embrace of destruction and destruction.

Now, when the screeching sound finally entered his ears, Huai Shi closed his eyes and discerned every change in it, as if he could see the outline of this huge **** through the earth and sky.

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Huge waves emerged one after another from the earth, and the flames of war spread throughout every corner, but when Huai Shi passed through those shocks and explored deeper, he was able to perceive the huge waves. Under the giant tree, there is a huge intricate root system.

The scarlet river, like a blood vessel, has long been deeply rooted in the deepest part of hell.

The surging sea of ​​blood is an unprecedented curtain and carpet, covering the earth, and the giant trees are spikes wedged into hell, wedging the huge cycle that covers the world into hell.

The root system, the giant tree and the sea of ​​blood, the three complement each other and form a perfect structure.

When such a grand plan is presented in front of you, people can't help but admire this genius-like conception and wonderful control method, and even the overwhelming aura that seems to put the whole **** in the palm of your hand.

He can even imagine the feeling that the controller behind the scenes looks down on everything like a **** and controls everything.

Because he has already experienced it.

In the gambling of the abyss, relying on the great secret, Zarathustra, to cover the whole area and control the wonderful feeling of everything, just remembering it, you can't help but feel unparalleled comfort and pleasure.

Like a real god.

But now, after losing the support of the Great Secret Ritual and being thrown into someone else's domain, all Huai Shi can feel is the nausea like eating a fly.

And the flies are still stuffing their mouths constantly.

This **** is evil!

Da Si Ming and Yun Zhongjun, who are also famous for controlling circulation and harmonizing everything, since Huai Shi advanced, this is the first time someone has been overwhelmed in this aspect.

But there is no way, to assist this kind of thing, what you eat is team resources, and what you eat is the support and supply behind. The richer the capital, the more amazing the returns.

The premise is that you must have at least 800 jin, otherwise you will not be able to borrow money from the stock market with 20000000000000000000000000.

Now that he was forcibly pressed on the head, it is only a ghost that Huai Shi can be happy.

Throwing the Wolf Lord Legion to the cabin in the woods is not only because Huai Shi is not interested in these things and leaves it to the students to cultivate their abilities, the more important reason is that he has no time to distract himself and must mobilize all The energy to deconstruct the huge system formed by the blood tree.

He could feel the traces of malice in the huge circle that enveloped the entire hell.

Aiming at the comers in all these situations, at the same time, it is more towards myself.

That is instinctive hunger and greed from the bottom of the soul.

If Huai Shi wants to recklessly expand his own cycle, I am afraid that he will face the suppression, erosion, and transformation from **** in the first place!

It wants to eat itself!

The power of Da Siming and Yunzhongjun is the best supplement and food for the **** sea of ​​​​the country!

what is this?

Huai Shi squeezed her chin and sneered, "Wanting to walk with you to death?"

Do you have no conscience in hell?

What a coincidence.

Because me too!

At that moment, in the silent listening, he finally discerned the gaps between the countless tunes, the separators hidden in this symphony of hell!

Here, here, and here...

In the connection part between the giant tree, the sea of ​​blood and the root system, those weak points that are constantly changing and shifting irregularly...

"I'll leave the matter here to you first."

Huai Shi turned back and said to Raymond, "I'll go back when I go."

"Um?"

The truck driver stared, and subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Wait—"

Huai Shi, closed her eyes.

At that moment, his body quickly blurred, like dissolving, turned into a dark shadow, collapsed, liquefied, and flowed towards the surroundings without quality and reality.

In an instant, after passing through the gap in the solar boat, the countless afterimages of Da Siming had already sought out the aura from afar and spread out.

But Huai Shi's soul has disappeared.

To be precise, he has cut himself into thousands of different shards, and the divisions are among all the afterimages. Today, all the afterimages can be regarded as part of Huai Shi, but they are different from him.

He has turned into a large group.

He is the Legion itself!

Now, he is walking in hell.

Facing the blowing wind, poison, frost, snow, dust and death.

Da Siming's divinity spreads during the operation.

The afterimage is still splitting.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or more?

Even Huai Shi has lost count.

Under the blood-like sky, Huai Shi whistled silently, stepping on the pool of blood and going into the distance.

In the split, every afterimage has been weakened to the limit, not even the entity is left, only the phantom of nothingness. But for some reason, he felt that he had become stronger!

Every afterimage is a small fulcrum and extension, capturing the vibrations of all phenomena and blending into the rhythm of the soul. He is gradually blending into every note in this symphony of war.

Every step of those afterimages, they leaped a long distance, as if they were jumping.

Every death is his place to stay.

The place covered with blood is the smooth road of Da Siming.

With countless deaths, he leaped over the battlefield, like flying sand in the wind, spreading out from dozens of different turmoil areas.

Left footprints one after another.

It was engraved into the turbulent blood.

After the afterimage flew by, immediately following the shadow of a tidal wave, following the guidance of the footprints, it extended, and the more it spread out, the thinner and more ethereal that pure darkness became.

By the end, the overwhelming tide of darkness had all dissipated in this huge hell, leaving only a slender trace like spider silk, connected to every footprint, and finally, it turned into a shroud. Cobwebs across the battlefield.

The huge network covered in the turbulent **** is so fragile, just a little turbulence will tear its slender threads to shreds, but it is so tough, when the turbulence passes, everything will slowly resume.

Now, everything is already in Huai Shi's perception.

There is no color, no shape or outline, only a huge network of fulcrums and countless lines of shadows, no mass, no substance, illusory, somewhere between existence and nonexistence.

So small, yet so huge.

Huai Shi felt that he had become fragments, but at the same time, he was a whole made up of countless fragments.

He is the chief minister.

"How are you doing, man."

At this moment, countless illusory shadows raised their heads, looked up at the **** in front of them, and smiled: "Let's say hello!"

From this moment, thousands of Huai Shi raised their palms.

suddenly closed.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, all the clapping of hands overlapped at the same moment, without any sequence, and the rhythm of the tens of millions of diffusions converged, forming a vast echo in the entire **** that cannot be ignored.

During the fight, Kuafu's movements stagnated slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction behind him.

This familiar scent of Huai poetry...

"Are you doing shrimp?"

He suddenly had a bad premonition once again.

Every time I make a big kill, a dog from a certain heavenly pedigree will come to steal the spotlight!

But now, when the opening timpani was struck, it seemed as if an invisible prelude had begun.

The performance dedicated to **** is about to begin!

"Shostakovich, Waltz No. 2, for cello--"

Countless afterimages stared at the blood-colored sky and sea~lightnovelpub.net~ smiling: "I hope you like it."

From that moment on, the net of shadows that enveloped the entire battlefield created a turbulent current.

Since waking up in silence, then, taking root, in a pool of death and blood!

The souls formed by thousands of fragments spread and rhythm, playing a solemn and low melody, echoing from countless souls!

The world was silent, as if a blood-stained lady was cruising on the tragic battlefield, her skirt swept from the pool of blood, covering death.

The calamity musician's singing resounded from nothingness, inspiring a thousand times more frantic echoes, spreading!

Huai Shi closed her eyes and felt the countless fighting and death.

Those remaining blood, scattered essentia, icy corpses and empty pupils were all connected to the cycle of Da Siming in an instant.

The network of nothingness was given an entity in an instant, and it was inserted into the **** forcefully and directly, ignoring the angry shocks and counterattacks of the sea of ​​blood and the giant tree.

Immediately afterwards, when the trombone's sympathy echoed, the miracle from Yun Zhongjun was awakened again.

In the dark cloud, a smear of darkness spread rapidly, relying on the natural disaster created by the sea of ​​​​thunder, rapidly expanding the domain of self, and combining with the great commander who trapped death.

Gorgeous and bleak melodies echoed in storms and avalanches, and the roars and roars of suicide spread intermittently.

Clouds and thunder are on the top, blood and blood are endless on the bottom.

In an instant, from between heaven and earth, a cycle of life and death is created! (To be continued) chaptererror();