Chapter 634: Disaster of Genocide (10,000)

Hatred fills the remaining will of every fierce ghost.

Every ghost in the Forest of Burial Souls is either a deformed child abandoned by the Andre family, or a woman driven away by the Andre family, or an adventurer who accidentally entered the Forest of Burial Souls and then died here inexplicably. By.

The reason why the Soul Burial Forest became one of the four forbidden areas is because of the parallel space created by the Andre family here. When the parallel space was shattered, the fog that shrouded the Soul Burial Forest completely dissipated.

All deaths were born because of the Andre family.

All the hatred falls on everyone in the Andre family.

Decades, hundreds of years, thousands of years...

Resentment will not dissipate with the passage of time, it will only become more and more intense and crazy.

When they first saw these people from the Andre family, they might not have reacted, but soon, they felt the aura of pain and hatred from these people.

Each of the fierce ghosts became ferocious and cruel. Even the faces of the children quickly became twisted and fierce, and their souls turned into a gust of wind and rushed forward.

The masters of the Andre family looked at the overwhelming ghost figures, and their scalps were all numb. They subconsciously opened their arms and swayed all kinds of powerful magic forward, trying to stop these millions of ghosts.

Rumble...Rumble...

Dense lightnings fell from mid-air.

The red burning flames formed one impenetrable wall after another.

The dazzling white light tried to disperse the surrounding darkness.

After all, there are still more than 10,000 powerful practitioners. When these people start to release their power at the same time, the scene still looks quite terrifying. The power full of destructive aura continues to explode all around, forming a film. The fierce ghosts were quickly harvested and emptied like wheat.

In addition, there are also masters of the Destruction Realm and the Demigod Realm who personally took action. In a short period of time, no one knows how many ghosts have been eliminated. No matter how many ghosts charge, they cannot overcome the various energy mixtures. Together they form a line of defense.

But even so, those fierce ghosts didn't have the slightest fear.

The complete demise of their companions not only did not make them afraid, but made them more ferocious. The screams of their companions seemed to remind them of everything they had experienced before their death. No matter what kind of force was blocking them, they could count. The endless fierce ghosts just launched attacks again and again without fear of death. As long as they could rush in front of those damn bastards and tear off a piece of flesh and blood from those scum, they would be satisfied.

Seeing this situation, Daphne frowned slightly.

This was not the scene she wanted to see. She knew that every ghost in the Soul Burial Forest wanted revenge, but revenge did not mean dying in vain.

Her lips moved, as if she had given another order, but the ghosts in front of her seemed to have been completely overwhelmed by resentment and had little sense left, and the scene in front of them did not seem to have changed at all.

This made Daphne a little anxious. Just when Daphne didn't know what to do, Ron suddenly took a step forward, his two fingers suddenly intertwined, and there was a snapping sound.

A simple clock appeared above the head out of thin air.

The next moment.

when!

The bell rang, like a ripple, quickly passing forward.

Time stands still.

The law of time is a power that is more bizarre and terrifying than the secret law of space.

So far, Ron didn't know how many times he had used the Law of Time to fight against powerful enemies, but from beginning to end Ron always felt that this secret method was the best choice for sneak attacks.

Although the scene was chaotic and noisy, with various sounds mixed together and almost filling everyone's ears, the loud bell was still so harsh and clear that it filled everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, an exception occurred.

The practitioner who was constantly radiating energy only felt that his limbs had become extremely heavy, his originally smooth movements had become sluggish and slow, and even his thinking had become extremely stiff.

That feeling is very weird.

The thoughts that originally appeared in my mind in an instant were like jumping out word by word at this moment. Just the thought of attacking in my heart seemed to take a long time.

A flaw appeared.

A large number of practitioners released their power at the same time, enough to form an exaggerated isolation zone. It was absolutely impossible for any evil ghost to cross the isolation zone. As soon as they stepped into this area, the chaotic energy could instantly harvest their souls.

But now, as the movements of a large number of members became slower, huge gaps quickly appeared in the originally tight blockade.

Unlike the survivors of the Andre family, the dense ghosts were not affected by the stasis of time at all. They quickly seized this opportunity and swept over them like a strong wind.

In an instant, the survivors on the outermost edge of the crowd immediately suffered the most terrifying impact.

In just a moment, each body was covered with dense resentment. The little baby hugged their legs hard, and then opened its mouth. The small mouth was filled with shark teeth. The sharp fangs immediately whined and bit hard on the ankles and calves of these people.

They were obviously just a group of children, but they showed desperate power at this time.

The extremely hard equipment on the practitioner's body had no defensive effect at all. It was bitten through in an instant, and the hard skin turned into weak tofu dregs. As streams of blood spurted out from the broken equipment, What followed was a shrill scream.

Then, I saw the ghost baby's head suddenly flicked, and with a sneer, a piece of bloody flesh was torn off from the leg by the ghost baby, revealing the white leg bones inside.

The rest of the body was not much better either. On the face, the flesh was being chewed, and on the waist, the sharp claws were tearing.

Accompanied by the sour chewing sound, in less than a second, countless members of the Andre family turned into white bones and fell to the ground.

Massive death began.

Screams of pain and despair rippled through the dense forest. The things they had done to their children and wives were being reproduced on themselves.

Once the blockade is destroyed, once the ghosts are entangled with the survivors of the Andre family, it will be extremely difficult to block the ghosts again.

They threw a rat weapon and could no longer launch attacks as randomly as before, because their attacks would most likely fall on their own people.

However, those ancestors were obviously much more ruthless than ordinary people.

Regias wouldn't care so much at all. He knew very well what the consequences would be when these evil ghosts completely surrounded all the survivors of the Andre family. The entire family would really be doomed.

In order to preserve the entire family, sacrificing some members is completely worth it in Regeas's heart.

Right in front of Regias, the space cracked and shattered like glass. Each body was ruthlessly torn into pieces, and blood spattered everywhere. At the same time, those who were torn apart were still entangled in these people. The devil.

The other ancestors were no less ruthless than Regeas.

They can no longer tell whether the ones they killed are their own descendants or those ferocious ghosts. As long as they appear in front of their eyes, no matter what they are, they will ruthlessly destroy them.

They are already red-eyed.

The blood, screams and death are stimulating their spirit and will, making them become more and more crazy and cruel. They are like a group of ferocious beasts.

call out.

At this moment, an extremely sharp sound piercing the air suddenly sounded.

An ancestor's face changed slightly. While maintaining the release of the secret technique in his hand, he raised his head suddenly and saw only a faint light flickering in the dim world, quickly approaching between his eyebrows.

It was a dark red spear.

Just behind the spear was the fallen angel with six wings.

damn it.

The ancestor secretly cried out that he was unlucky. The opponent only had three demigods, so he was targeted. He couldn't find anyone, so he was targeted. Could it be that he was easy to bully?

I cursed in my heart.

But the ancestor's movements were not slow at all.

He ignored the fierce ghosts that kept rushing towards him from a distance, and suddenly opened his hands. The space was compressed crazily, condensing into a square shield, facing the cold light falling in mid-air.

That is the six-winged fallen angel.

Although this ancestor has never encountered a six-winged fallen angel, he still knows how terrifying this creature is.

They were more ferocious and terrifying than the angels who served the gods, and he could not relax at all.

Facing the gun light in the sky, he must fight it with all his strength.

The next second... boom.

With an earth-shattering roar, the spear in Niaf's hand focused heavily on the shield formed by the collapse of space. In an instant, a violent impact directly overturned the surrounding ground, and soil and gravel flew all over the sky.

Niaf's body also suddenly froze, and she flew hundreds of meters away.

As for this ancestor, the situation is not much better. His body keeps retreating, and suddenly his chest hurts, and a mouthful of blood slowly spurts out. Looking at the shield formed by the collapse of the space in front of him, it is already covered with cracks, as if at any time All may break.

There was another buzzing in the ears, and the six-winged fallen angel who had just been blown away came back to kill him again, this time more ferocious than before.

The ancestor didn't even have time to restore his shield. Seeing the six-winged fallen angels approaching quickly, the ancestor could only hold the shield with one hand, and the other hand began to rapidly change various gestures. Once the situation went wrong, He will immediately use teleportation to escape.

But at this moment, there was a wave under the feet, and a bloody mouth suddenly emerged from under the feet.

With an ouch, he swallowed the ancestor into his belly in one gulp.

are the remains of Alecius.

It is a holy relic tempered by Ron using the corpse of an evil god. To a certain extent, this may even be the most powerful holy relic in the entire Twilight Continent.

Ron and Niaf have the same mind, and the cooperation between the two is perfect. Ron knows how difficult it is to kill an ancestor in the demigod state, especially when this ancestor also masters the method of teleportation. However, if there is a six-winged fallen angel in front to attract the attention of the ancestor, the situation will immediately become very simple.

This ancestor only cared about the enemies in the sky and never imagined that the real danger was always hidden underground.

Archius's body is very powerful and has a terrifying blocking ability. Once you enter Archius' body, your spatial ability will be completely blocked.

So far, Ron has only met one person who can break through Archius's blockade, and that is the old man Patrich. But even Patrich spent a lot of clones and even sacrificed part of his soul to break free from Archius's shackles... The most important thing is that at that time, Ron was still involved in most of his energy because he needed to fight Benavid, and he had no time to care about Archius's body.

But now, it's different.

As soon as he swallowed this ancestor in one gulp, Archius's body shrank rapidly under Ron's control, and a large amount of mucus began to secrete rapidly in his body. This mucus is not poisonous, but it has a desperately strong corrosiveness.

The contraction of the stomach wall brought terrifying oppression. Under the corrosion of mucus and the oppression of the stomach wall, even the body of the demigod realm could not withstand such torture.

Before it was completely digested, Arrias' body suddenly shrank and turned into a completely inconspicuous earthworm. In the blink of an eye, he burrowed into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Regias, who had just rushed over to try to rescue the swallowed ancestor, could only stand there in a daze, his hands clenched tightly, his face twisted.

He didn't understand why things had turned out like this.

Obviously, he had an absolute advantage on his side, but with the appearance of these evil spirits, the whole scene became a mess.

The scene was extremely chaotic. The evil spirits and members of the Andre family were entangled together, and there was no distinction between enemies and friends. While destroying the evil spirits, they were also constantly killing the bloodline of the family. Every second, there were unknown numbers of survivors who died.

Every second, the Andre family was getting closer to extinction.

Looking around, there was a dark mass everywhere, and there were entanglements everywhere. One careless mistake would kill another ancestor.

What on earth was that monster that looked like a giant loach just now, and why did it suddenly appear on this battlefield?

Regias' body was shaking for no reason. He even suspected that he had hallucinations because his mind was too strongly stimulated. Just now, when he saw the giant earthworm, he actually sensed the breath of God on it.

Ron, Partridge, Hefferson, Philomena, Daphne, these real enemies, had long used some means to blend into those evil spirits and could not be found.

Such a scene made Regias despair in his heart.

He subconsciously raised his eyes to the sky.

Could it be that the Andre family had really lost the favor of the repairman.

Is the Andre family really going to be exterminated?

In this chaotic battlefield, a figure was moving quickly. It was a young man about 1.7 meters tall, with an ordinary appearance, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and inconspicuous. He was the type that would never be found if thrown into the crowd.

At first glance, he could easily be confused with other members of the Andre family. Even his clothes and appearance were very similar to those of the Andre family members.

However, he was not attacked by any evil spirits from beginning to end.

Those evil spirits seemed to be completely unaware of the existence of this person.

Of course, the real reason might be that those evil spirits did not sense the aura that made them disgusted and hateful on this person.

Similarly, the members of the Andre family would not attack this young man.

The battlefield was in chaos, but this young man was like a fish in water. This was Heferson.

Although it was difficult to associate this young man with the rough Heferson, but... yes, this was Heferson. No one knew that Heferson was proficient in the art of disguise, which was also one of Heferson's trump cards.

This method of changing one's own body and appearance at will gave Heferson the opportunity to easily approach the Andre family's ancestors in the realm of destruction, or even the demigod realm.

Just like now, Heferson appeared silently beside a practitioner in the Destruction Realm, but he did not launch a surprise attack when the other party did not notice him at all. He just flicked his finger, and a dark red silk thread disappeared silently from Heferson's fingertips, then quietly fell on the practitioner in the Destruction Realm and quickly sank into his body.

The practitioner did not seem to be affected at all, nor did he notice anything unusual. He continued to eliminate the evil spirits approaching him as before.

But, gradually.

The practitioner felt that his chest seemed to be a little stuffy. He felt very uncomfortable. It was like a ball of fire accumulated in his chest that he wanted to release and vent.

His eyes had turned red without knowing when.

Huh, hh...

The heavy panting was mixed with the hoarse sound squeezed out of the throat.

He became more and more irritable and more and more irritable, and his vision gradually became blurred.

In a trance, countless twisted figures seemed to appear before his eyes, and even his companions seemed to have turned into evil spirits. They grinned and laughed at him, waving their sharp claws and showing their sharp fangs, as if they wanted to tear off pieces of fresh flesh and blood from him.

Ah.

Unable to hold back any longer, this cultivator in the Destruction Realm raised his right hand and slapped the figure closest to him with a terrifying force.

The figure flew backwards, and a stream of blood spurted out in the air. His horrified face was filled with shock, disbelief, and... despair.

Chapter 2 is here