The statues of gods floating in the sea of ​​clouds are clay sculptures without emotion.

No matter what kind of gods they are, in this world of gods, they are indeed only instruments to carry divine power.

Xiong Sansi silently took out the knife, each knife seemed to be repeating the past.

In the Cave of Thousand Calamities where the sun never shines, I suffer day after day.

In the hostile Ziwu Hills, black robes cover the body, and black faces cover the face.

He has no friends, and in fact no enemies.

Killing has no emotions of its own, everything it does is business.

I have an eternal feud with the Three Evil Lords of Tribulation, and this hatred will probably never be avenged.

After all, after escaping from the Cave of Thousand Tribulations, he didn't even find the shadow of the Three Evil Lords of Tribulations.

And now it is finally clear that those operations were all in vain - the backbone he bribed, the puppets he manipulated, and the subordinates he subdued were all just a comical drama from beginning to end.

The Lord of Three Evil Tribulations is sitting under the stage and watching quietly!

Watch how the characters in the play struggle to rise up and how they plan painstakingly, and as Tiger Tai Sui, they give them a cold look on the side and give them some advice from above.

How hateful.

How hateful...

This sea of ​​clouds is brilliant, and the statues of gods are floating and sinking.

The giant ape that stayed there stood still and became a mountain-like background.

This bone armor sword is silent and tough, really like the old general on the stage.

Not without youth.

It’s those days when young emotions are compressed into days that are pruned as much as potted green plants.

clang clang clang clang!

The sound of swords and guns is like the sound of bells and gongs.

The show is about to begin.

At this moment, Ling Xihua was fighting against Fang Zheng. It was the first time that he openly displayed his strength so unscrupulously and could fight openly as a member of the Ling clan.

He doesn't care whether the Lord of Three Evil Tribulations is Tiger Taisui, he only knows that what he is like today is not a disaster, but an opportunity.

If you didn't become a spirit race, how could you have the power you have today?

The Lord of Three Evil Tribulations promised him that after this round of Shenxiao is over, the Spiritual Race will walk under the sun and stand tall between heaven and earth!

As the first spiritual race in the world, he will become the spiritual ancestor and enjoy endless glory.

He used the bone spur as a spear and his five fingers as a dagger, constantly crossing the blades.

Amidst the sonorous sound, sparks were wiped out.

The black mist on the left half of the body instantly solidified into a black armor, and the white bone spurs on the right half of the body crossed over like a chain.

The right half is like a cage, in which Ling Xihua's bloodless chest and waist muscles are half-hidden and half-exposed.

He showed a more powerful fusion state, and just glared with his angry eyes. One of the sparks exploded by the fingers and daggers intersecting with each other fell on Xiong Sansi.

A little red turns to black, and instantly black flames rise, covering Xiong Sansi!

Xiong Sansi immediately made a decisive move and turned around with his sword. The blade of the sword moved close to his body, and he cut away the black flame covering his body with the unparalleled power of the sword.

This black flame is extremely corrosive. When scattered in the sea of ​​clouds, it actually dissipates the divine power and makes a sizzling sound.

Although the knife was drawn in time, all the clothes and hair were burned away, and the mask on his face turned into black ash and fell off.

If the body had not been covered with bone armor, I don’t know how many pieces of good meat would be left at this time!

So all the demons present saw his ugly face like ravines and hills.

"Look! Look at your appearance!" Ling Xihua shouted crazily: "Demon, demon, human, which clan are you from?"

The bone spear stabbed Xiong Sansi in the chest, hitting Xiong Sansi's breastplate and knocking him into the sea of ​​clouds for more than a hundred feet!

But Xiong Sansi was still retreating, and the black flames on his body rose again. This fire was actually burning forever, and it could never be extinguished!

"I……"

Xiong Sansi paused with one foot, stepping on the sea of ​​clouds, seeming to stop the vast earth, and his flying figure suddenly stopped.

Endless ripples spread out with him as the center.

The statues of gods that were knocked away along the way seemed to stand on both sides of the road, guarding him. The long cloud corridor seemed to have become his honorary step. It didn't seem like he had been blown away, but as if he was about to return.

His body was on fire.

Bloody fire ignited on the white bone armor!

The blood fire instantly drove the black flame out of the body.

The majestic figure stands in the forest of statues.

His eyes were lowered, and his face flickered in and out of sight under the bloody firelight. His ferocious features were comparable to those of the ugliest devil.

At this moment, he finally spoke: "At first, I didn't know that the Lord of Three Evil Tribulations was Tiger Taisui. In order to hide myself and survive in the Ziwu Hills, I deliberately wore out my vocal cords and cut my face with a knife... Yes,

I know what I am now."

The sound that tortured the listener's ears was like the whisper of a devil.

"Now that I think about it, every time Hu Taisui sees me trying my best to disguise myself, he must be very happy, right?"

"He controlled everything and never missed a beat. But I tried my best to escape from the Cave of Thousand Tribulations, tried every means to escape to the Ziwu Hills, and tried my best to hide my identity and manage my power. I just asked him to train me in another way.

I."

"Now that I think about it, why did Ziwu Hills become my choice, why was that one the one who lived in the cell next to mine, why we actually found a chance to escape...it was all his manipulation behind the scenes."

"These years have been like a dream."

"Never wake up from the nightmare!"

His eyes looked over, and they were darker than blood and sharper than knives: "Quin Xihua...or Ling Xihua. What difference do you think you will make? Will he give you self-esteem and freedom?"

Black flames circled the outline of Ling Xihua's body, like a line of fire. With a sudden movement, the afterimage disappeared, and reappeared in the sky above Xiong Sansi's left rear, condescendingly striking down with a spear!

He seemed completely unmoved. He looked at Xiong Sansi with a look that contained jealousy in his fierce eyes: "What are you using against me?!"

Xiong Sansi turned around and struck out with his sword, and the blade hit the spear point squarely.

Ling Xihua's figure disappeared and reappeared, and he launched a violent attack on Xiong Sansi in the air. A bone spear struck the pear blossoms like snow.

Xiong Sansi was as firm as a mountain, barely moving under his feet, and protected himself with a long knife, preventing wind and rain from entering.

The blades of the blades and the spears collided again and again, creating a long streak of sparks that danced like flying ribbons. Some of them turned into black, some turned into blood, and a few scattered points... scattered in red and disappeared.

Ling Xihua's attack was too fast. Under the overlapping afterimages, the black mist and bone spurs almost formed strange patterns one after another.

And he gritted his teeth: "You are driving the spirit and using the spirit body. But you are talking nonsense, talking about freedom and self!"

I am here wagging my tail, begging for mercy, and kowtow.

Why are you talking about self-esteem?

Why can you just open your mouth and talk about yourself?

Aren't you the same as me, who have experienced the most extreme humiliation in the world and been grafted into such a nondescript body?

You should think twice...what's the big deal!

Bone spears and long knives, black flames and blood fire, rolled over and over again in the sea of ​​gods, killing all the spectators silently.

Jiang Wang in the mirror world also sat quietly cross-legged.

He was slightly concerned about Xiong Sansi's story, but not very concerned.

In other words, compared to Xiong Sansi and Ling Xihua's respective demon birth experiences, he was more concerned about the composition of their powers.

At this moment, two flames were floating in front of him, one black flame and one blood flame.

The lines of fire generated by the true fire of Samadhi intertwined into two small cages, wrapping them in them, slowly burning and decomposing them.

Xiong Sansi and Ling Xihua fought fiercely, causing sparks to fly. They competed for each other's energy and seized the enemy's body, even the sparks created by the weapon.

But one of them was originally red, and it was red from beginning to end. Of course it was the remote control in the mirror world.

But fortunately or unfortunately, it was contaminated by black flames and burned with blood fire... And so the current scene happened.

Jiang Wang took the risk and plucked the hair when the two tigers were fighting, just for this thing that Ling Xihua called [Ling Yan].

Regardless of whether the "Spirit Race" is established or not, the hybrid body of monsters, demons, and humans created by the Three Evil Lords of Tribulation does have its own unusual features. It is difficult to say how much knowledge can be added by just observing it with the naked eye.

Although it is not yet clear where the road is, the collision of extreme positions from all parties will give rise to countless possibilities, and opportunities will be fleeting.

As the Shenxiao Game continues to evolve, he may jump out of the mirror world at any time to compete. Every genius in the game is his opponent.

And his biggest advantage is that he hides in the dark and has a lot more time to observe his opponents. He has experienced hundreds of battles, so of course he knows how to take advantage of them.

The true fire of samadhi is the fire of supernatural power.
To be continued...