The Earth Conquers All Worlds

In the golden and red light, Obosa's shriveled body swelled up like a balloon, exposing strong muscles, and his pale, wrinkled skin turned red.

When he was young, he had been whipped, knifed and gunned, and the scars left by the beasts quickly disappeared, the skin became smooth, the brown withered hair stretched and became supple.

The countless dark wounds in the body and the weak life origin have been greatly supplemented, and the potential is immeasurable.

After a while, the naked body of a young and strong man with a naked, well-fitted body and milk-like smooth skin was suspended in the air.

Everyone around was shocked, and the two female players chuckled and turned their heads blushing.

These restorations of the body only consume a small amount of holy light. Most of the golden and red holy light converges on his head, and there is a tendency to gather into the sea.

Everyone was in a trance, as if they saw a small red pond. The red water in the pond rolled violently, surrounded by the turbulent golden and red sea of ​​light, as if it could be submerged in the next moment.

The expressions of the four players were slightly startled. They felt a sense of familiarity in this small pond, as if something in their bodies was born from it.

Zizi...

The sea of ​​blood is like colored glaze, being eroded little by little under the surrounding sea of ​​gold and red, and the small pond is shrinking little by little.

The red filaments like the tip of the ox hair danced, stabbing and cutting one after another, but the situation still inevitably tilted towards the two-color wave of gold and red with endless support.

One circle, another circle, another circle, the small pond shrinks little by little, and the landslide is unstoppable.

At a certain moment, it seemed that a certain limit had been reached, and the slowly shrinking and eroded small pond suddenly collapsed, and the water in the pond collapsed.

The seawater erosion of the surrounding sea of ​​light accelerated dozens of times, and soon approached the most vivid small pool of blood in the center, quickly annihilated it, and quickly replaced it with its own gold-red two-color faith force.

A horrible atmosphere permeated, and the four players were inexplicably worried. It seemed that some unknown great horror was born before their eyes and was taking shape.

"The sea of ​​blood, the sea of ​​blood, the sword, cast my sword with the sea of ​​blood."

Seeing that the last drop of fresh blood would also be submerged by the sea of ​​light, an indomitable phantom slowly emerged from the turbulent sea. He was wearing a black robe, his long hair draped around his waist, and his face was extremely ordinary.

He did not look at the sea of ​​light that became more raging and violent as he came out, and he held the last remaining drop of blood like a glass gem in both hands.

The originally huge and boundless sea of ​​blood seemed to fade away little by little in the continuous battle with the sea of ​​light, and gradually condense the hardest things in his body to form this ultimate essence.

"Merge into one!!"

"Lord, return to your **** seat!"

"Your lamb will return to your heaven."

Seeing this, the sea of ​​light became even more violent, and the sea of ​​light of two colors of gold and red instantly boiled, turning into a two-color holy sword of gold and red to kill the last red drop-shaped glass.

The sound of ding ding ding is endless, and countless holy swords pass through the huge black phantom, bombarding the red glass droplets, continuously, and the enemy will not be extinct.

The huge figure ignored these, letting them bombard, and the red glass droplets remained motionless, and the surface of the droplets was light, undamaged.

The sea of ​​light was furious and boiling, but the water droplets could never harm the metal unless they undergo a higher level of qualitative change.

"The beliefs and desires of thousands of people are nothing more than this."

The figure in the huge black Taoist robe said faintly, the colored glaze droplets on both hands stretched, deformed, and turned into a crimson sword of blood.

The sword was suspended in front of him quietly, without any movement, the sky changed suddenly within a kilometer, and the wind was surging.

A cold killing intent spread out, and all the golden and red two-color holy swords that covered the area stiffly paused, disintegrating like powder.

The sea of ​​light roared frantically and slew violently, but within a kilometer range, it was like an insurmountable sky moat appeared, and all the holy swords that entered this range were instantly shattered.

Desire to kill, cut!

Desire of joy, cut!

Desire of anger, cut!

Grief, cut!

Desire of pleasure, cut!

Desire of fear, cut!

The red flying sword is flying in the air, dashing from the sky to the ground, shattering everything, cutting everything, the belief of all beings, the desire of all beings, there is nothing in the world that cannot be killed, and no one can die.

Those who obstruct the way, things that obstruct the way, and the desires that are not my own will all die and be shattered.

The turbulent and violent sea of ​​light suddenly stopped, and a huge black crack appeared silently in the golden-red holy light-filled sea and the vast sky, and the chaos of the universe could be seen within the crack.

The world trembled and exploded. The so-called sea of ​​light shattered like rubbish, the sky no longer existed, and there was nothing but nothing between the heaven and the earth.

Outside, everyone, including the villagers who were constantly chanting prayers, screamed at the same time, tightly covering their eyes, a piercing pain pierced into their brains and stirred fiercely.

All the golden and red light disappeared, and the strong young naked man fell to the ground, and a black and red light flew from his head, turning into a figure wearing a black robe with an ordinary face.

His body is somewhat transparent, and the scenery behind him can be vaguely seen, and a red flying sword is floating beside him.

"Ah! King Zhao Shi!!!"

Yang Yang's sister screamed, her face full of excitement, as did the players around her.

Since they signed up for the 36th district of the world, naturally they would not know what the strongest in the 36th district looked like.

The eyeballs stabbed so much tears were left, but no one cared about them who had turned off the pain.

"Boss, can you sign me? As long as it takes a little time."

Yang Liu's hands were swift, and he tore off the hem of his clothes and came to Zhao Shi's side.

Zhao Shi silently felt the state of his soul, ignored them, turned into a black light and flew away.

Yangliu was full of embarrassment. He might experience a lot of this embarrassment in the future, because not everyone has the obligation to stay for his hobbies and consume his own time.

"Wait, Obosa has nothing to do with your fight. He is innocent. You can't watch him die."

When Yang Yang's younger sister had a flash in her mind, she suddenly shouted.

According to legend, this king who is known for killing is very ‘innocent’. As long as he is not a hostile person, he seldom kills and it is difficult to see him.

I don’t know if the legend is reliable, but this is her only hope.

The silhouette flies to the city of magic energy without stopping. Just as Yangyang’s sister showed depression and sadness, a series of faint voices cleared her ears:

"He is not dead."