Monarch of Evernight

A thousand nights later, the hollow spot was discovered, not all flesh and blood was bombarded into nothingness, and a giant red meatball was half-dozen and half-floating. It actually has the height of an adult, pulsating irregularly, which seems to be the core of this chaotic beast, like the heart of a human race.

How can the core of a giant beast withstand the bombardment of the original wing? In the midst of a thousand nights of surprise, the beast's already lifeless crippled body suddenly began to lean and burst into his head.

Although the central part of the beast's body was emptied, it was the main body that retained the flesh on the periphery, which was no less than the collapse of the building and the collapse of the mountains, which drowned him instantly.

Thousands of nights jumped to the side, but suddenly he was hit hard in the back, his instincts were dark, and the whole person sank down. Unfortunately, it turns out that the core of the giant beast just smashed over, it was unexpectedly heavy and hard, afraid of less than tens of thousands of kilograms, and ran into the ground for thousands of nights.

This memory is irresistible even in the thousands of nights of blood family constitution, in the clamor, more than a dozen bones were broken all over the body, fortunately, the dark gold blood gas alert, in the spinning five dirty six hearts in the heavens and earth in a fierce shock in a misalignment, swimming wildly in the heart area of the chest, spilling a little gold, repairing the tortoise bones, preventing them from continuing to break apart.

The chaotic beast disappeared with a blow from its original wing, and the physical strength was only normal, but it was not expected that the hardness of the core was entirely two-tiered.

At this time, however, consciousness had begun to trance for thousands of nights without thinking about it, and it had not been discovered that the core of the giant beast on him had been cracked and was spreading. A moment later, several cracks broke simultaneously and countless sperm blood poured out, immersing them from head to foot for thousands of nights.

These bloods are bright red and distinct from the body fluids previously ejected by the giant beast, which do not smell in the slightest, but rather have a strange and heartwarming fragrance, with even more horrible life in them.

They climb consciously, climbing on the surface of a thousand nights, and then find his mouth and nose penetrating. The beast's blood is more than a hundred times more powerful than ordinary aliens, and the past begins to be crazily activated, both internally and externally.

The whole body is immersed in the blood for thousands of nights, and even the bones are starting to spike, stretching in all directions. If we continue like this, it won't be long before the thousand nights turn into the second chaotic beast and lose consciousness.

When the thousand nights awaken from dizziness, they are faced with such a crisis.

In a very vibrant life, the world seems to be left with only one color: a flourishing gorilla. Even the few remaining ordinary bloodgases in the body of a thousand nights can't control themselves, swallowing the blood of the giant beast without control, and starting to expand wildly.

Purple blood gas is also at risk, and the giant beast's fine blood flourishes to such an extent that it does not need to be swallowed and can be activated as long as it is soaked, so purple blood, although it has escaped into the ability symbol, is still suddenly swelling and shrinking and is on the verge of activation.

Only the dark gold gas has not yet been affected, and it swims fast around the heart, guarding this final territory. Seems to be pure territory, dark golden blood has become extremely dominant, driving all ordinary blood out of the heart, even purple blood gas has been bombarded out along with ability symbols, don't stay in the heart area.

At this critical juncture of the thousand nights, the mind is clear and there is no fear at all, knowing that the only way to live is to wipe out these sperm blood. The perseverance cultivated by years of hardship and hardship made him not to give up, no matter what danger he was in, no longer to control the changes outside his body, only to adhere to the last line of clarity, slowly push the front page to run.

In this vibrant and unusual world, the coagulated vortex emerges in a difficult way, starting with a tiny black dot, rotating diastolically very slowly, at less than half the normal speed and range, and squeezed into the heart area, making it difficult to expand further outward.

Ultimately, however, the vortex was not swallowed up by the hearts and minds of giant beasts everywhere. Instead, it dragged those vibrant blood into a tiny trace, crushed and ground in the spiral, throwing out impurities. Finally, it swallowed the essence into the deep, bottomless darkness of the group at the center of the vortex, and then spilled pure dark forces from that group of darkness.

When refining semen blood on a weekday, eight or nine out of ten will be considered impurities by the atomic vortex formed by Xuan Zheng, crushing and throwing away. The higher the grade, the less impurities. And the warm blood impurities from the heart of this giant beast are less than half as shocking. Such a quality, I'm afraid, is the Duke of Blood, but so is it.

In this way, the process of refining the hearts and minds of the giant beasts becomes incredibly slow.

It's only a thousand nights before you can feel a little bit of change in other parts, and you'll discover that your body's activation is inevitable. He hesitated for only a moment and straddled his mind, concentrating all his consciousness on driving the fundamentals, completely relinquishing control over his body.

Between eyes, a thousand nights only felt dark in front of them, all perceptions had been lost, and that was when the head began to grow alive.

At this moment, if you look externally, you can't see a thousand nights in the blood covered by the corpse of a giant beast, or just a bunch of irregular flesh growing wildly. This flesh is showing terrible phagocytosis, and even a hard substance like the core shell is torn down and bitten to become part of that flesh.

After the core completely disappeared, the flesh began to devour the flesh of the giant beast's body, and spread in all directions like a river. It swallowed whatever it encountered, even the soil was not allowed to escape. A 100-metre pit gradually appeared throughout the ground, and countless fine streams radiated around it.

There is no longer silence in the forest, and countless beasts of all sizes and sizes are drilled out of nowhere. Their nests are strange, underground, in trees, even in other alien bodies. These beasts see flesh on their faces, and only Cesar trembles and dares not flee at all. They are devoured between their eyes and become part of flesh.

In the black forest, a big tree collapsed and then vanished.

At the core of the mad flesh, there is a small, pure and independent space surrounded by the hearts and minds of giant beasts.

A thousand nights of cardiac suspension, dark golden blood is swimming around it, spilling a little bit of gold from time to time, cementing the space. The atomic vortex formed by Xuan Zheng spins continuously over the heart, a strand of blood gas is inhaled, and the dark force of silk smoke is dissipated for absorption of dark golden blood gas.

And the consciousness of the thousand nights is in a fantastic state, completely detached from the body, quietly observing the movement within the small space. He can no longer perceive his body, but can still control the movement of the epistle.

At this moment he does not know what his situation is, but he can do very little except observe and wait.

I don't know how long time has passed, the boring thousand nights suddenly think of a serious problem, the world in front of us is full of blood and dark forces, so what about the nuclear nodes and the Dawn Force?

The most common way for people to fall into perpetual night camps is for dark forces to overwhelm the Dawn Force and then transform and transform their bodies into dark creatures.

With this in mind, the heart of a thousand nights is suddenly pouring, and if he can still feel the entity, he may already be sweating cold. Though this is a moment of life and death, he never thought that life would continue in a way that was completely transformed into a dark creature.

As if there was a response in the underworld, the consciousness of the thousand nights suddenly shook, and suddenly the pure independent space in front of us changed. Transparent ripples sweep through nothingness, dragging out some unintelligible symbols.

Behind that, the hidden reveal is another world?!

Thousands of nights he wanted to see more clearly, and then suddenly the field of vision pulled in, and across a transparent barrier, he saw a misty pale color. Nine light points shine like stars, seven of them standing spoons with their heads facing up and the other two slightly darker, divided under the spoon handle.

Does this graphic look familiar? Thousands of nights are wondering, and suddenly a light flashes in his consciousness, his nine nuclear nodes!

Looking at the world behind the barrier, the ubiquitous pale color is not static, it has been floating, the rhythm and laws are clear is the force tide of the soldier's decision.

Transparent ripples across space reach the end, disappearing where the consciousness of a thousand nights cannot be captured, and the world behind the barrier is hidden. Thousand Nights, while unable to understand what the representative just saw was, somehow felt a little at ease and turned his attention back to the space in which he was located.

Thousands of miles away, Song Zining sat in the study, somehow always restless. He laid down his manuscript, laid paper, studied ink, held a pen in his hand, and prepared to paint.

The world thought he had put too much effort into the miscellaneous school, but didn't know that the trick of 3,000 drifting leaves was to break the red dust obsession. And 3,000 avenues, three paths, he chose to go into the realm with painting, grinding minds, refinement.

Song Zining slightly condensed his mind, then fell like a flying pen, and a rainy mountain map between his eyes had a prototype shape. Song Zining was slightly proud of himself, but at this point, his hand shook for no reason, and suddenly a large drop of ink fell off the tip of the pen, and the image was immediately smudged.

A lush microlight rises from the newspaper and outlines the veins of half the Bodhi leaves, but fails to finally form. One of the mesh leaf veins collapses and disappears.

Song Zining felt more anxious in his heart. He slowly lowered his pen and rang the copper bell.

A few moments later, a clearing old man walked in slowly, saluting: “Seven Majors call the old man at this time. What can I do for you? ”

“Teacher, are all those cargo teams leaving? ”

"All set out on time," the old man said. "Two of them have been switched quietly as planned, and the other three will be switched when they arrive at the stop in two days' time before they meet at the scheduled location. ”

Song Zining walked a few laps in the room and resolutely said: “Change of plans, so that the three cargo units don't have to exchange goods and go directly to the booking place. ”

The old man was slightly surprised, "Seven less, the three cargo units are smaller, but there are also 40% of the total, if not exchanged, the total value can be more than half of the original value. Is this going to hurt a little bit? ”

Song Zining also showed some hesitation on his face, but a moment later he persisted: “I have to leave recently, it may be a little long. That plan can't be lost, so lose... just lose it! Think of it as nurturing in my reward valve. ”