On the noisy and gray battlefield, the etheric reaction of the third glorious person rose from the ground, like another blazing sun rising.

The figure in the first seat froze in mid-air, and his body seemed to be strangled by a big invisible hand. With the force of the invisible hand, the bones began to be crushed bit by bit, deformed violently, and made a painful clicking sound. The blood was flowing in the body.

It rolled inside, violently attacking every blood vessel, washing the internal organs, splashing out from the wounds, and drying up like a water bag with holes.

Like a slow and cruel execution, the limbs of the first seat were twisted and deformed, the muscles were winding like poisonous snakes, the face was pale, there were only painful moans and miasma-filled madness in the eyes, and the sounds of broken bones kept coming from the ears.

There were sounds, horrifying cries of flesh and blood being pulled, and a thick smell of blood filled the air.

First Xi could feel that his life fire was rapidly fading, and he was teetering on the edge of collapse. He tried to resist, but the power of the Glory One also expanded and exploded. The power from the Scarlet Matron also rolled in his intestines and stomach. Now that it was twisted

Ten bones, then a hundred bones will multiply.

Unknowingly, the first seat had gradually lost its human form, and instead turned into a savagely growing creature of flesh and blood, forcibly breaking free from the shackles of the invisible hand.

Looking at the creeping, crazy and terrifying figure, Boluogo thought of the evil in this world buried deep under the great rift.

The first seat's body deformed, and the rapidly expanding muscles ruthlessly compressed the bright red blood vessels, causing them to bloom in the screams. He almost completely lost his mind, bared his teeth and claws, and his teeth and nails became sharper and sharper as they deformed.

"Xilin!"

The voice of venom and resentment floated from the blood-stained throat, and his call was like a spirit of speech, completely awakening the resurrected god.

The first seat didn't understand, let alone accept it, "How could you possibly do this? How could it be possible!"

The person who was supposed to die appeared in front of him again. The first seat knew exactly what this meant. The person who was most likely to overthrow the royal family was back.

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But...but he has obviously been dead for so long...

The first person recalled the cross sword light and the man he killed casually. The body was lying not far away, and the blood seemed to have flowed out and gathered into a small pool of blood.

"What did he do!" the first seat asked suspiciously.

The marble statue-like face gradually got rid of the stiff coldness. After a short period of adaptation, Xilin once again took control of the body and regained the power of the Glorious One.

Xilin shook his head and did not answer the first seat's question. He raised the corners of his cold mouth and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Long time no see," Xilin said, "First seat."

Xilin's response was a roar of mourning from the first seat. The first seat simply gave up on the Order Bureau side and brandished the Soul Repenting Sword and stabbed Xilin with a roar.

The year-old fog surged up wildly, and the continuous fog tide pushed forward like a tsunami, swallowing up the earth in an instant. Even solid rocks swayed into dust at the moment of contact. The diffuse dust smoke quickly pushed forward and turned into

The iron wall of death pushes forward.

There were faint sounds mixed in the mist, sometimes like humming low sounds, sometimes like beast-like roars, and one after another illusory, ghost-like figures appeared in the fog, waving swords, guns, swords and halberds, and cracking

Everything in its path, whether steel or flesh, will decay into a handful of dust.

Xilin took steps towards the mist tide. This body had been floating in the container for too long, and his muscles were a little stiff. He needed some time to adapt.

The first step, the second step, the third step...

Xilin's gait was light and fluttery at first, as if he would fall down at any time, but gradually became more stable, so that every step he took was as heavy as a rock.

Also rising together is the power that is constantly being awakened.

Gift·Incarnation.

The power comes from the jealous Leviathan, which can make Xilin's own soul freely exchange with the souls of others, provided that others devote themselves.

This is a gift that allows Xilin to gain immortality, and it is also a secret power that allows Xilin to fake death and avoid everyone's sight.

Sometimes Xilin would think that the gift he received seemed to have been designed by Leviathan and was a foreshadowing for what was happening now.

The foundation that forms a Sublime One is exactly what is often mentioned in the "Golden Treatise" and is even the underlying foundation of all transcendent knowledge.

The trinity of body, mind and spirit.

The alchemical matrix was born based on this structure. It is engraved into the soul, mapped on the body, and controlled by the will of the soul.

The disorder of the body, mind and spirit will cause the secret energy to fall into silence, which also limits Xilin's inability to use the secret energy when in the incarnation state, and can only use external objects.

Now, as the blood-shifting sword opened a winding path, he controlled Gray's body, and the moment he touched his own body, his long-lost soul finally returned to its homeland.

After many years, Xilin's body, mind, and soul were pieced together again, and the trinity awakened the long-dormant power of power and control.

Aimu noticed the high concentration of ether that almost turned into substance and overwhelmed reality. The cylinder affected the ether of heaven and earth. The illusory energy began to materialize at this moment. They turned into countless lines of light.

It hangs down to Xilin's body in a spiral shape.

If the ether gathers into a storm here, then Xilin is in the eye of the storm.

Aimu couldn't help but exclaimed, "Overlord Xilin..."

A figure rushed toward Aimu quickly, picked her up and carried her on his shoulders. Only after his vision became clear did Aimu see clearly that he was being carried by Nathaniel, and on the other side was the bloody uncle.

Logo and Jeffrey followed them with difficulty.

"We can't stay here anymore."

As Nathaniel spoke, he led the two of them to the edge of the battlefield, where Palmer and Lebius were waiting for them. Palmer seemed to be the least injured among them, to be precise.

It was said that he was not injured at all. During the fiercest battle, this lucky man was bumping around in the fog.

"Wow! Bologo!"

Palmer marveled at Bologo's injuries. Even if he was an immortal, this look was too miserable, but compared with Lebius, Bologo's injuries were nothing.

Lebius fell to the ground, his breath weak. Although he was not dead, he had little chance of survival. An ordinary person would have fainted at this time, but he forced his eyes open and watched Xilin's return.

And the fury of the first seat.

"Yes, that's it, Lebius, witness all this."

The evil voice lingered in his ears. At this moment, Belphegor was squatting next to Lebius. He straightened Lebius's head, opened his eyelids, and forced him to look at this scene.

Of all things, only Lebius seemed to be aware of Belphegor's existence.

Nathaniel raised his head and watched Xilin's actions, his expression was covered by the lion mask, and he said nothing.

The fog wave invaded Xilin like a torrent, but Xilin seemed to have an invisible sharp knife in front of him, easily cutting open the rolling fog. Many ghosts roared and slashed in the fog, but Xilin's

It's like there is an invisible barrier surrounding you. Once the mist gets close to the cylinder, it will be interfered by the strong repulsive force and unable to move forward even half a minute.

Xilin's eyes burned, and massive ether burned within the alchemical matrix. He was like a machine that had been dormant for a long time, roaring into action, vowing to crush everything on the road.

The shuddering power was released from Xilin's body, and the terrifying ripples hit the surroundings heavily, driving up the dust.

As the cylinder advanced, the surrounding ground began to squirm strangely. A wisp of dust suddenly separated from the fine smoke and rolled towards the cylinder. The next moment, the whole land shook, and countless dust rose up.

It is several meters high, with billions of particles suspended in it.

Xilin waved his hand, and billions of particles gathered together, turning into wisps of pitch-black lines that wrapped around Xilin's body. They were countless, tiny iron slag separated from the soil dust, and in the secret energy

Under his control, the iron slag was forged and melted into one body, shaping it into a strong iron armor that covered Xilin's naked body.

Amidst the clanging sound of iron, more and more scales and armor were covering it. They were piled up layer by layer to create a carapace with a cold glow. The metal was covered with cracks, like cracked ice.

, and in the cracks, there is an almost gilded light flowing.

The first one rushed out from the sea of ​​fog with a hoarse long cry. The sound of the soul song reached its limit. The music bombarded Xilin's body, but it had no effect at all. Xilin just wrinkled.

He frowned, as if he felt a sting.

He spread his palms and made a stop motion, and then a huge repulsive force engulfed the first seat. He was stuck in mid-air, unable to move forward even half a minute.

A hoarse voice sounded from the throat of the first seat, "Xilin..."

Xilin still had that indifferent smile, his eyes were empty and unfocused, as if he was looking toward a more distant place.

A sharp sword light violently rolled up in the sea of ​​fog. It shattered the sound barrier, and with a roaring sound, it directly traversed the body of the first seat.

A wound as big as a bowl pierced through the deformed body in the first seat. The flesh and blood inside was squeezed into dirty blood, and the bones shattered into dust. After the ear-piercing whistle, the sword light began to slow down, turned back, and headed towards it again.

Arriving at the first table with an angry stab.

This time, the first seat swung the Soul Confession Sword, and the sword blades collided together, which stopped the sword from stabbing. It was also at this time that the first seat saw clearly that the sword blade was the immovable sword.

sword.

The Immovable Sword was shaken away and rotated at high speed in mid-air. At the same time, another roar approached the first seat. Looking around, the first seat saw a fiery sea burning through the sea of ​​fog.

It was as if a burning fireball was falling towards him, and the extremely high speed instantly stretched the flame, drawing a blazing light across the entire sea of ​​fog.

Wherever the bolide went, the high temperature instantly boiled the air, creating a terrifying pressure wave. It also broke through the sound barrier, and with a loud and ear-piercing sound, it quickly approached the first seat.

As the bolide approaches, the surrounding environment and objects suffer devastating blows, producing a large number of sparks and light points, triggering a series of explosions and flashes.

The mist of seizing the year gathered at the first table, and the torrent collided with the bolide. The thick white mist completely enveloped the fireworks like sea water. The etheric reaction of the Glorious One fully wielded the secret energy, accelerating the decay of the fireworks.

This fatal fire meteor was barely suppressed, but when the fireworks were extinguished, the familiar sword blade broke through the fog.

The first seat remembers this sword, the Supreme Secret Sword, the Sword of Core Flame.

He didn't understand that the Supreme Secret Sword should be worn beside the Shadow King. When he beheaded the Shadow King, the first officer searched around and did not find the Supreme Secret Sword. He thought that the Shadow King was trying to prevent himself from getting it.

, and threw it into the great chasm.

The Shadow King, the Sword of Core Flame, the figure in the light of the cross sword, the return of Xilin...

One piece of broken information after another appeared in the mind of the first seat. The first seat felt that he seemed to have grasped a certain key, but the information escaped from his palm like a butterfly.
To be continued...