Dark Blood Age

“Your lord? You!” The sensual power of the Isle of Solitude withdrew under the duress of the Underworld and struggled with pain.

It is a process of extinction, like tearing human consciousness apart from the flesh, and this pain comes not only from the spiritual dimension of evocation, but also from the division of the flesh system, which at this moment painfully sustains the ability to speak, like the final last words of great confusion and misunderstanding.

But he stopped talking and didn't say a word, because it felt as if Chu Yunsheng was “dissatisfied” with his opening. Although this “dissatisfaction” is obscure, difficult to understand, and can't even find a source, it can still feel it based on the same source of life.

The anger, panic, frustration and isolation of the island are interwoven with complex fluctuations that make it impossible to understand the underworld, let alone the underworld. They can only hope pitifully to find answers from the Bug Book, but thus cause greater confusion - not only does the Underworld not abide by the Bug Book, but even say such incredible words as "My Lord is the Bug Book”.

More and more insects are retreating from the front-line positions to the main graves of the islands, which are dense and numb warworms on the ground and in the sky, looking down from 10,000 metres above, like dense colonies of ants.

Half an hour later, the spiritual level of the main insect nest wins and loses, and the will of the underworld moves forcibly like a flood, centering on the main insect nest, radiating and diffusing in a circular wave outward!

“New Lord” replaces “Old Lord”, this near-cruel way, primitive, barbaric, but very fierce, “New Lord” everywhere the emotional power of the underworld, all worms bow their heads!

At the same time, the will of the island is gradually dissipating, like being forcibly expelled from one's home or even wiped out, until death it still asks why!? ……

Yet cruelty and indifference always ignored it, not a word, not an explanation, silence, death as silence, cold.

Join!

The will of the lonely island on the last nest was expelled, and the fourth dimensional space over the entire mucus zone was one of a kind, leaving only the will of the underworld in a fierce wave.

This nascent appeal is like a wave, reaching a wave of peaks at a moment in the unified mucus zone, rolling towards the spore forest bug tide that has invaded the mucus zone!

On the spot, a piece of low-lying insect's head in front of it, like a bursting watermelon, collapsed and blasted.

Even Chu Yunsheng, in the core of the main insect nest, felt a wave of bounce, he can still resist the future. The black vortex of the unknown space produces a powerful suction, a tiny bit of invisible things are sucked in like a trickle stream, instantly, has been consumed by the underwater part of the source of life, as crazy as fermented bread, less than a moment, restored to its original level.

Chu Yunsheng chirped in his heart: I devoured its source of life?

The next moment, in his consciousness, an immensely vast food chain from the depths of darkness that leads to the source of life in the unknown emptiness, across countless stars and darkness, in an incredibly strange way, in one tenth of a second, flashed away, as if it were a dream.

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Edgar was directly awakened by the will of the underworld. If he were not in the main worm nest, he would have been "taken care of" by the underworld. He had no opportunity to open his eyes at all and could only go directly to God.

Forgive me, but he just woke up, and the world in front of him almost gave me a heart attack, just in time to say, "MyGod!” and fainted again.

Not that he is not strong enough, nor that he has not experienced enough. An ordinary man, an ordinary man who runs away when he sees a red beetle, suddenly finds himself in a nest of millions of worms, countless fleshy pipes flying and dancing, a mucus pack popping up in front of his eyes, and rolling graves over his head smoke, just stunned rather than insane, is already a great thing.

For Edgar, this is just a matter of seconds, but for the underworld, nothing is huge, nothing more than a glance. His every move is as clear as it is under the “eyelid”. In less than half a second, it conveys the message of Edgar's awakening to Chu Yunsheng, who is rising.

After seizing the mucus areas of the island, the crisis has not been resolved, and the bug army from the spore forest side across the island has attacked several nests in succession and continues to rise high!

Within half an hour, as a result of the "civil war", insects in the mucus zone lost their land, festering and nearly collapsing, and the territory was rapidly reduced from one third to one quarter.

Chu Yun looked up at Edgar below and quickly gave him a series of instructions. In fact, when he took over the entire slime zone, he resisted foreign enemies so much, how to operate all the nests, etc., everything naturally re-entered the orbit, and he didn't need to be involved in anything.

Only in some places, Chu Yunsheng is extremely surprised!

He thought he needed to tell the underworld how to transform the bottom of the giant tomb, using the "flowing water operation" he invented in Hong Kong City, but he didn't expect, as soon as he took over the giant tomb everywhere, to immediately recruit the golden beetle to open up vertical underground energy channels, and hundreds of blue beetles were also recruited, just as it should have, just as it would have known by instinct.

Even if it is the underworld that uses this method at this moment, Chu Yunsheng couldn't help but be surprised. The learning ability of the worm is really too strong. Even if the underworld consciousness was still in the seal of the beast, something was like engraved on him and other bodies as horror!

This appalling heartbeat is an unknown and complex emotion, just like when his first sword splits the first red beetle, the unconscious appearance of a big, silly insect in his mind, a psychological disorder that he doesn't want to but biases.

But that sword, he still split!

Perhaps in times of security, he would be soft and thoughtless, but as soon as the fighting broke out, the other side of his personality would instantly occupy the upper hand without any weakness.

Standing on the edge of the tomb of the main worm nest, Chu Yunsheng dispersed all thoughts, took out the ancient bow, looked forward coldly, stepped out, a blue beetle whistled at his feet, punched his armor wings, carried him to the ground, flew towards the first wave of defense just organized by the Pluto.

The war is not over!

The civil war instantly turned into an external war, the rolling mucus area insect nest constantly turning back to the defensive position, the reason is “defense”, Chu Yun Sheng gave the death order to the underworld, only not to defend, in order to maximize the power, now the hard spelling is not at all an opponent of spore forest.

He has always adhered to a simple concept of war. If he does not fight, he will win and lose!

Less than a moment later, he was mixed in with the Flying Bug Army, and had already taken the lead to the most advanced position, with a giant graveyard nest at his feet being destroyed by the Green Spore Bug Army, shaking... Behind him, countless red and green bugs glued together, and the screams of death spread from one end of the ocean to the other.

Chu Yunsheng was not afraid to encounter the Son of Terror at this moment. When he was transformed into a worm, he had no way to take this king, but now he is completely different. Even without the sword-style tsunami cloud arrow, he still has a lot of attack metaphors to deal with it.

The reality, however, disappointed him a little, as he flew around the front and never saw the Son of Terror present.

His role before the Front was to confront the King of the enemy, and when the "King” did not appear, the significance of his coming was lost. For a long and incomparable Front, the strength of the individual seemed insignificant, unless at all costs he consumed all his readiness and physical energy at once, but it was not cost-effective.

Not yet at the most critical moment, Chu Yunsheng will not take this risk. One side of the spore forest can defeat the insects in the mucus area. There must be high-end fighting forces such as the Son of Terror, and the whole mucus area, only the underworld, him, and a four-time blue beetle can fight it.

So he has to wait, lonely wait, wait at the cost of a lot of death... wait for the energy extraction to accelerate, wait for the mucus to burst, wait for a lot of high-end warworms to appear, then, one drum, one take!

After turning a circle and killing a green botanical worm that broke through the front with a tsunami cloud arrow, Chu Yunsheng quickly left the battlefield, returned to the top of the main worm's nest, constantly regaining his vitality for a moment, while waiting silently.

The sky gradually darkened from light to light, and eventually a pitch of pitch black. Spore bug enemies attacked day and night, but they pushed forward step by step in constant numbers. Far away, looking to that long front, the light of all colors would rush to the sky at intervals of time, each time taking the lives of countless bugs.

Chu Yunsheng had been sitting on the top of the grave, a thousand swords stood beside him, one sword at a time, in the shocking sea breeze, whimpering.

Zhu Ling Butterfly was right that he had always sought a sense of security, a perverted sense of security, while the side of a thousand swords could intangibly increase his sense of security.

This move does not have any substantive significance, but is a psychological suggestion of behavior, like holding a gun bold, or rubbing your hands when nervous, turning your eyeballs to the top right when lying, crossing your hands in front of your chest when you disagree, Chu Yunsheng always likes to keep your weapon close to you when you are dangerously nervous...

After a long time, he moved in his heart and waited for a moment without turning back. “You're awake. ”

Edgar, who had calmed down completely, slowly appeared at the top of the grave under the lift of the pipeline, nodded, looking in a complex mood at Chu Yunsheng's back, "I'm sorry I dragged you again. ”

After that, he laughed at himself. Every time, he thought he knew Chu Yun Sheng better than everyone else, but every time, the cruel reality would tell him that what he saw was always the tip of the iceberg.

Just as he now stands safely in the magnificent grave of the insect, he can look at all the “secrets” inside the insect without any fear - how they were born, how they were repaired, how they went to war, and the man in front of him, like all the bugs, stepped on his feet!

“There is no such thing as a drag in the world...” Chu Yun stood up and didn't seem interested in continuing this topic. I don't know why he remembered the last few words of the island and suddenly looked at the sky: “Edgar, ask you one thing, if I were to say, what would you do if, one day, you discovered that what you believed in that you depended on for survival did not exist?” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)