Reverend Insanity

Hot sunshine, like a Dawley arrow with arrows, pervades this spectacular desert.

On this desert stands countless sand sculptures.

These huddled statues, some of them human, some of them animal, some of them slaughtered, some of them lying on the ground, seem to retain their last breath.

The sand sculptures are large and small, but the smallest are several lengths tall.

A sand sculpture, very numerous, converges into a sand sculpture forest with a spectacular view.

Exactly like the desert!

The desert is actively and widely covered, with countless sand sculptures, and no one in the western magic world knows it.

It has been around for a long time, forming in ancient times, and has been around for more than a million years.

The cause of this desert, also in the history of the nation, has a rich ink.

It was a time of savage demons, of hundreds of wars, where they were killed, for hundreds of days and nights, bloodshed and almost spread to the sea.

In that era, the path of change was mainstream.

Hundreds of wars, people victorious, whether people or other Inhumans, a large number of magic meteorites fall here.

Under the species of immortal foetus, it forms a blessing ground, the traces of the road are scattered and the environment is transformed.

Gradually, it became like the desert. The sash gathers automatically and grows like a tree, one foot a year, culminating in a giant statue of the sash.

Once a place of great war, hundreds of them were mixed together, killed in darkness and countless lives were lost. Blessings are interdependent, and now this is a well-resourced practice sanctuary.

Every sand sculpture, as long as it grows to six lengths, is a fairy, filled with traces of change.

The fairy lands here are gone, and for more than a million years, they were either destroyed by disaster or plundered by the fairies.

But here, there are a lot of wild tricks, and even wild tricks.

No one will step in here easily.

The environment, which is rich in traces and difficult for mortal magicians to get involved in, for them, is in itself a place of crisis.

And the fairies of the West Desert, coming nearby, tend to go around and avoid it.

The reason they're doing this is because of someone.

Ancestral!

The Eight-Turn Fairy, who specializes in changeways, has been here for thousands of years.

No one dares to offend easily.

Like the desert is his ancestral land, any magician who steps here without permission should be prepared to bear eight turns of anger.

Deep beneath the desert, like a palace.

Deep in the palace, deep in the dark corner, there was a fierce howl.

“Ahhh...! ”

Thousands of old ancestors roared up, seemed very painful, and looked horrible.

Every howl makes a loud noise wave and pours.

But whenever these waves hit the perimeter of the palace, a thin halo appears on the surface of the palace, absorbing the waves quickly.

Just one wall apart is like two heavens and earth. The movement of the ancients could not be communicated.

Ouch!

Severe pain!

Unbearable pain, constantly attacking the bodies and minds of ancient generations.

He finally couldn't stand the blues on his forehead and rolled on the ground in pain.

Such a scenario would surely come as a surprise if it were to be seen by other magicians. What exactly is the reason for the suffering of the Ancestor Qianshi, the Eight-Turn Immortal, without the power of the Eight-Turn?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A dozen long, thick chains that bind the circumference, limbs, and the other end of the chain of ancient generations are deeply embedded in the walls around them.

Looking at this, the Ancestors are imprisoned?!

“No, if I continue like this, I will be completely insane, devoured by the infinite intense pain of all reason and become insane! The first time it was so horrible and so difficult, and then twice how do I deal with it? ”

Awful!

Deep in the eyes of the ancients, there is one last glimmer of clarity struggling.

With this clarity and reason, the old man finally made his decision!

Immortal Kill - Cut the Meat!

He aggressively pushed the kill trick, which he knew well, and at the most critical moment, even painfully, he didn't push for failure.

This is an eight-turn fairy slaughter move, and the momentum is raging.

The whole immortal body of the ancient world swelled rapidly.

It's like inflating, getting bigger and bigger, moving from being a very lean middle-aged man to being a fat, swollen meatball.

The big fat man's old man swayed his fat body and quickly made a series of slight noises.

Pfft...

With this sound, a meat bag suddenly arose from the side of his neck.

The more swollen the meat bag, the more it feels like it's inflated and expanding.

The pain is getting worse!

The old man's painful teeth grind. His face was also swollen and he barely even had an eye seam.

Pfft.

Soon after the meatballs on his neck swelled to the size of the basin, they reached their limit and burst apart.

The meatballs exploded, yellow pus splattered, and a beast jumped out of it and jumped onto the floor tile.

Whoa, whoa!

When the beast landed on the ground, he barked and was a dog-shaped beast.

And it's not weak, it's a rough old beast.

Once the Dog-shaped Beast landed on the ground, it felt a little relaxed when it got old. It was like he was carrying a mountain, and a boulder on it was suddenly removed.

Pfft...

The next moment, all over the body and down of the ancients, a meat pack appeared.

Pfft, pfft.

In a very short period of time, these meat packs swelled and self-exploded, spilling pus water and jumping out of the head of the beast of the year.

Chicken monkeys, rabbits, all kinds of old beasts, different things.

These beasts are not just junior beasts, but a few. They are ancient beasts.

After wandering for a while, the beasts began to join forces and attack the ancients!

Without any surprise, Ancestor Chang's face made him a lot easier.

His pain was greatly reduced, though still painful, to such an extent that he could bear it.

Faced with the clamping of more than a dozen beasts, Qianchang Ancestor snorted and read his mind.

Psst!

A string of vibrations, a thick chain of iron, radiated violently from the surrounding walls.

Then, under the cover of thunder, the chains wrapped around a first-year beast in the palace, which, no matter how hard the beast struggled, bound them firmly and suppressed them.

Ancestral Qianchang exhaled a sigh of turbidity: “Finally, it slowed down. ”

As soon as he grabbed it, he grabbed the nearest snake-shaped beast and caught it in front of him, prompting him to observe it carefully.

The serpent-shaped beast kept spitting and hissing, trying to bite the face of a thousand old ancestors, but was bound and unable to succeed.

A moment later, the old ancestors changed, but their hearts shook.

“I have just exhausted the means, and this serpent-shaped beast is still very hostile to me and I can't help but frustrate my bones. ”

“My trick of cutting meat is a form of suicide in the wild facsimile of fairy tales. Whenever I use it to differentiate life from the flesh of the immortal body, it doesn't count as a form, it's like an arm instructor, making me feel comfortable. Because it's part of my flesh. ”

“But now all these years, the beasts are separated from my flesh, but they are not under control. Leaving me to exhaust my means is no good at all. ”

“What a bandit! ”

The forehead of the ancients can't help but drown a drop of cold sweat.

He recalls the scene of his own ferry half a month ago, still palpitating.

The Eight-Turn Immortals will have to survive three thousand robberies.

It was the first holdup.

“I couldn't have survived my first holocaust if it hadn't been for the magic house left behind by this madman. Now, even if it crosses, it is a residual wound, which can only be broken by cutting flesh. ”

Thousand Ancestors wanted to resist and find other solutions, but he supported them for half a month, reached his limits and could no longer afford them.

Without help, he could only use the meat cut to forsake some of his flesh and fairy body, transferring all of his injuries to the flesh that had been forsaken.

This time, he was hit by a holocaust, and the wounds left on his body were all traces of the tunnel.

The ancient Changing Ancestors threw these cosmic traces out by cutting meat.

In this way, the meat cut changes and becomes a head of the beast of the year.

And because of heavenly intentions, after all these years of beasts were formed, they were not under the control of the ancients, and became his dead enemy.

Ancestors are very sore.

He did so at great cost.

Needless to say, the holocaust struck him with almost devastating devastation.

Let's just say that this cut of meat leaves the trail marks, not only the trail marks, but also the trail marks of the Changing Ancestors themselves.

The loss of these trace marks is enormous.

Thousands of old Joe quietly estimated that not only did he not have any trace gains after he had survived the holocaust, but he also had a lot of losses in terms of trace marks!

“So my ferry succeeded, instead of before? ”

With this in mind, the thousand-changing ancestors' hearts and minds also couldn't help but lift up a spicy sour.

He sighed deeply and was full of helplessness.

I can't help it.

He practiced before, courageously advanced, faced with the bandits, delayed for a long time. It was too late to carry out the ferry.

Though the holocaust has survived, there has been little increase in the inheritance of the ancients, even weaker in terms of traces than before.

“I was wrong. ”

“A thousand years ago, I relied on this barbaric fax to think that I was going to do nothing to my detriment. ”

“Earthquakes, robberies, catastrophes, I have invaded the past, bravely advanced. But the Bandits are two concepts at a time! ”

“I underestimate the power of a holdup. Over the years, my heart has become unconsciously arrogant. It's a blessing to be badly traumatized. ”

Thousands of old ancestors can be repaired to eight revolutions. Naturally, there are places where people have been.

He pains, deeply reflects, and dissects himself.

At this very moment, outside this hall, a fairy voice was heard: "Master Hujun, something unexpected has happened in the temple. Cuipo's sister's name tag trick suddenly broke in half and the soul lamp trick was gloomy. She went to the transient desert, and now none of our sisters can reach her. It is a matter of great importance, my concubine must report to you! ”