Chapter 421: Maggot God Soul

Although he escaped a step ahead of time, the huge flame mouth of the flame holy lion seemed to be some kind of unpredictable magical power, almost spreading a faint flame barrier in a radius of tens of miles at the moment of opening his mouth. .
The flame barrier is thickening, and the huge flame barrier space is shrinking rapidly.
Zhao Shi's scalp was numb, and his spine trembled. He was absolutely certain that if he fell into this flame magic barrier, he would definitely end up dead.
"in?"
He looked at the golden flame above his head, which had become much dim.
"Yes, but it can't be the second time."
Huang Huo's weak voice appeared in Zhao Shi's ear, and a layer of golden flame appeared on his sword.
The blood sword burning with golden flames exploded in speed, stabbing at the weak spot of the flame barrier, the golden flame annihilated and disappeared, dissolving a small half of the barrier.
The red light of blood was bright, piercing through most of the remaining flame barrier, and fleeing away when the golden red flame barrier was about to close.
boom!
The huge flame barrier shrank to the size of a fist, and then exploded. The frantic Zhao Shi was even able to detect several black net-like patterns in the center of the explosion, passing by.
A crack appeared in the space!
A cold breath rushed straight into his head. This was the first time Zhao Shi had seen space broken in this world.
Although Yuan Ying-period monks have already begun to set foot in space, they are not able to break the space anytime and anywhere. To break the space even a bit, at least the peak monks in the early Yuan Ying period can do it hard.
Huang Huo's crying desperate voice came from the golden flames dimmed like a match head: "Zhao Shi, we are finished.
Although this guy's head is a bit broken, his strength is too strong, and we can't stop it if this continues! "
Zhao Shi's blood burned, fleeing frantically, his sword light turned into filaments, flashing and disappearing: "Don't worry, just run away with me."
The fleeing red sword light only escaped for two breaths, the space fluctuated, and a giant flame claw quietly fell from the sky, covering the sky and the sun, pressing Zhao Shi's head.
"kill!"
Trapped in the cage, Zhao Shi roared, his whole body of blood and flesh, as well as all the flesh and bones of some Blood Sea Camp players, burned, turning into a crimson sword of blood with endless killing intent and slashed into the sky suppressed by the flame giant claw .
Zizi~
The sword of crimson blood that flows like water slashed on the giant flame claw, tearing open the gap of the giant flame claw bit by bit. It was extremely difficult, and it took a long time to tear it in half.
The giant flame claw shot Zhao Shi's red sword light to the ground like a mosquito, and smashed the ground fiercely into a huge claw-shaped deep pit. The gray pit wall was smooth and was hundreds of feet deep, like a cliff. abyss.
Shooting to the bottom does not mean stopping. The golden red flame is bright, and the golden red flames are flowing out, enclosing the red sword light, and burning it into molten iron and ashes.
In the torrent of flames, the red aura on the surface of the blood sword was instantly burned, and the billowing flames directly touched the metal sword body, burning it red and translucent, and complex and dense array patterns emerged.
After only holding on for half a breath, the side of the sword, which is stronger than the thousand-year-old iron, became soft a little bit, the sword body was bent, and even a drop of blood was forced out on the sword body, which was wrapped around the entire sword body. The golden-red flame burned to ashes.
"It's hot!"
"Help, I'm going to be burned to death!"
Within one breath, the blood lotus sword faintly collapsed, and the many sword threads contained within it collapsed. The 688 players formed a large array to withstand the ultimate strength beyond the large array itself, and had to transmit the pressure to it. At the end node of the formation, players always turn to ashes and die.
In just one breath, nearly a hundred players of Realm Realm and Realm II puppets were turned into ashes and died completely.
"It's over, Zhao Shi. Why don't we go to my expedition world and come back when we become stronger?"
The extremely dim sound of the golden flame was desperate, with a wave of excitement and expectation.
Zhao Shi ignored him, his heart was still as calm as a lake, waiting for something silently.
The giant flame claws of the sky suppressing the world suddenly halted, and there was an inexplicable shaking, and the endless golden red flame like the sea broke off, exposing the blood lotus sword to the air again.
"Uh, what the is this?"
The blood lotus sword reacted extremely fast, burning mana at the moment when the chaos occurred, turning into a blood light piercing through the gap between the flame giant claws, and quickly flying through the claw-shaped deep stream back to the sky.
The giant flame claw lifted up, and the golden red flame came again like a tide, but the movement staggered, the reaction speed was slow, and the blood lotus sword easily avoided it.
The blood lotus sword came to the sky, but did not immediately escape, the divine consciousness swept across the huge flame holy lion.
"...Ancestor...I..."
"……flame……"
The Flame Saint Lion's body became staggered, and an extremely broken flame Saint Lion was vaguely visible in Zhao Shi's vision.
There is also the twisted figure with the emperor's crown wrapped around its soul, like maggots wriggling and struggling on the corpse.
"Smelly!"
Zhao Shitouding's dim golden flames receded again and again, and for the first time since becoming a flame, they gave up Zhao Shitouding, a treasured geomantic place.
The moment the phantom on the top of the flame holy lion's head appeared, a stinking sensation that only the soul could perceive spread over the surface, deep into the soul, as if being dropped into a dung pit, it was extremely disgusting.
"The Flame Saint Lion Royal Family is so courageous. They saved such a hole card with the sacrifice of the emperors of the past."
Zhao Shi turned a blind eye to the stench coming from the soul perception, and said with admiration.
This flame holy lion is clearly dead long ago, and there is still a ray of incomplete soul, but it does not know how to reach an agreement with the flame holy lion royal family, so that the souls of the emperors of the past dynasties can be put into its body.
Using their souls to patch and fill their own souls little by little, the final result is such an effect.
However, the most important thing about the soul is the purity and uniqueness, mixing a little impurity can cause a collapsed chain reaction.
Now what was born by mixing so many other people's spirits is no longer the original flame holy lion, but some kind of spirit zombie.
The original pinnacle creature of the Nascent Infant Stage had already died long ago.
This foul-smelling Divine Soul Zombie just happened to run by accident. If it runs for too long, huge chaos will appear inside, leading to huge internal conflicts.
The strength of the Yuan Ying Divine Soul fragments is not the same as the strength of the Divine Soul of the emperors of the past dynasties. Now there are a small number of maggot-like Emperor Divine Souls that are dimmed and unable to support the whole.
The internal conflict of the spirits was manifested in the slow reaction of the flame holy lion, which allowed Zhao Shi to escape.
"Die, let me end your pain."
The blood lotus sword flashed red and turned into a blood moon to behead the flame holy lion.
Amid the angry roar, the giant flame claws protruded and suppressed the blood moon. The surrounding golden red flames were like a tsunami, solidifying a piece of sky, causing the blood moon to pause slightly, and the blood light was quickly burned in the flames.
However, the giant claws paused, and the surrounding golden flames and solidified space suddenly scattered, like an illusion.
The blood moon was radiant, and a wound of several hundred meters was cut behind the flame holy lion. Streams of golden-red flame magma flowed onto the ground, forming a flowing river of magma.