The black swallow flew straight to the end of the camp. Then, it returned directly at an angle that ordinary people could not understand, and fell into the cold killing again.

Black Swallow defies the well-known inertia.

Even if you are a natural selection, if you are extremely fast, you cannot directly turn into a very small angle on the same spot without losing speed.

But Heiyan's speed at this moment even surpassed Natural Selection.

That violated the rules, and it just happened.

In the distance, King Yueluo was covered in ice, and drops of cold sweat fell like raindrops.

In the air, that terrifying angular line is shocking.

King Yueluo thought of a picture.

At the end of the endless void, in a world invisible to everyone, there is a giant with the sky above his head and the sea at his feet, writing the lines of death with a brush.

That’s right!

The kind of arbitrary folding corners can only be drawn on rice paper with a pen.

That's from the perspective of Death.

The corpses of more than 1,000 infants were like falling meteors, and their blood had spread all over the earth, like bright red petals.

Killing, continue.

The black trajectory does not stop. At this moment, no one dares to look down on Hei Yan.

That is simply a devil.

The death of the previous 1,000 Nascent Souls also gave the remaining 3,000 Nascent Souls precious time to escape.

Disperse!

The remaining 3,000 Nascent Souls were like a huge firework. After the essence and blood were disintegrated, the Nascent Souls displayed incredible speeds.

They are not stupid.

At present, they are becoming more and more dispersed. Heiyan is exhausted and may still have a glimmer of hope.

One after another, the void was torn apart, and the huge group of fireworks exploded into 3,000 dazzling rays of light.

Looking from a distance, a round flower blooms in the sky.

The blood lines that make up the flower are still running towards the distance, and the flower is still expanding, filling the entire sky in an instant.

From every angle, there is a route for Nascent Soul to escape.

However, Black Track takes its time.

Heiyan abandoned drawing a straight line and started to rotate around it as a curve.

Vortex!

Spin!

That black line is like a starting point in the center of the whirlpool, slowly expanding.

Along the way, each Nascent Soul didn't even have time to scream, before their hearts exploded one after another, and clouds of blood mist bloomed again, like miniature fireworks among flowers.

On the faces of fearful people, there is endless unwillingness and powerlessness.

The vortex becomes clearer and clearer, and spreads wider and wider.

An irregular circle hangs in the air, crookedly, just like the face in the Nascent Soul realm before death.

One mile in diameter.

Three miles in diameter.

The line that creates death is a black ink stain.

The author is like a clumsy naughty boy. He is trying to copy the vortex in the center of the lake. It is not regular, but the human blood fireworks along the way are blooming indifferently.

Ten miles in diameter!

Fifty miles in diameter!

The black track is like an embroidery needle of Hell, it is destructive and indestructible.

One by one, the powerful Yuanying displayed terrifying defenses hysterically, but no matter how powerful the magic weapon or the toughest elemental weapon, in front of the black line, they were like the tenderest tofu, melting directly.

…

fear!

The corners of Luo Guangliu and King Yueluo's mouths trembled, and they had even lost the strength to breathe.

They witnessed with their own eyes that the vortex filled with human lives was still spreading, and they witnessed the real hell coming. Sadly, they were unable to do anything.

The so-called natural selection...how ridiculous!

…

Two holy places.

More and more people are gathering at Jichi Holy Land.

Zhu Gengwei and Jiang Yijian were stunned. Although they were not immersed in the scene, the black trajectory drawn by Hei Yan still made them feel nervous.

As for those Nascent Souls, they were already so shocked that their bodies were cold and their brains were numb with fear.

Especially Qingtian Yi.

Although he had the foresight to escape back to Jichi Holy Land first, the terrifying fear still made him unable to breathe.

As for those Nascent Souls who were rushing to go to the Northern Realm, but were not qualified for a while, they secretly sighed that the sky had eyes and saved themselves from disaster.

You know, the Northern Territory was a hot spot before, and everyone was vying to go there.

The same is true for Linlu Holy Land.

Chezhuang Xu and Ying Zhansheng, the two Nascent Souls, looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Nie Chenxi's whole body was numb and he had no intuition at all.

…

Northern realm!

The diameter of the black vortex is still expanding.

Because some Nascent Souls escaped too far, Heiyan could only continue to expand the scope of the death halo.

A hundred miles!

One hundred and thirty miles!

One hundred and fifty miles!

The diameter of the vortex has expanded to the end of sight.

More than 3,500 Nascent Souls have died in the two holy places.

The corpses are more like firecrackers hovering in the air.

The black light penetrates the dry hemp paper easily like a flame.

The sound of his chest exploding had already made everyone numb.

This is an unprecedented death feast.

The remaining 500 Nascent Souls fled for their lives. They didn't know where they were going and whether they could survive.

They don't want to become a spark in the firecracker.

Unfortunately, they could not outrun the pursuit of death.

No one can survive.

Deng Guanlou insisted. He didn't want to take his last breath. He wanted to see all the Nascent Souls buried with him.

Finally, at the end of the line of sight, the last Nascent Soul of the two holy places turned into the last tiny starlight and disappeared in a flash.

The falling body was like a firework that went out, leaving only the ugly barrel, which became pure garbage.

Deng Guanlou finally closed his eyes.

The 200-mile river of blood stands in the sky.

4,000 lives were lost randomly on the Tianyuan treasure vein they once coveted.

The bright red blood penetrated deep into the ground, and the depleted Tianyuan treasure veins were moistened again, and a faint blood glow emerged.

Luo Guangliu and King Yueluo remained in the center of the Shura field, like two dull puppets.

Dead!

All are dead!

In the mighty Nascent Soul army, except for their two natural selections, no one was left alive.

In the hands of King Yueluo, the dark birdcage seemed to still be mocking King Yueluo.
Chapter completed!