Kazan's pupils contracted. He held the Dragon Claw tightly in the palm of his hand, and could not shake the prison of the Dragon Claw with the strength of his limbs. Even if he tried to release the "corrosive plague" from outside his body, he would not obey orders at all.
The purple, black and red will-o'-the-wisp wings were pinched in the palm of Nergal's dragon claws, and the will-o'-the-wisps naturally kept burning the ancient dragon Nergal's claws. But as if she felt no pain, her claws and fingers tightly clasped Kazan's body and the flames, preventing Kazan from moving at all. The amber vertical pupil dragon eyes stared at the flames of the will-o'-the-wisp wings that were constantly consuming, getting smaller and smaller, watching as it shrank from the monstrous fire wings to the slender fire stick with only its "skeleton" left.
At that moment, Gulong Nergal finally took action. She flapped her giant wings and turned around. Kazan's eyes flashed, and he immediately saw Gurung Nergal falling diagonally towards the plain at the top of Tianqi Mountain!
The momentum carried by the giant dragon's body as it fell rapidly from the vertical height of hundreds of meters in the air was dozens of times higher than that of an ordinary divine palm. While Nergal continued to flap her wings to break the wind and accelerate, the plain on the top of Apocalypse Mountain grew larger and larger in the center of her field of vision.
A strong sense of weightlessness dominated Kazan's consciousness at this moment, and an unparalleled strong wind passed through Kazan's ears. He had already noticed Nergal's intention. Nergal put his body on his own dragon's claws and smashed him to the ground from high altitude in one breath. He used that killing move that hurt the enemy by a thousand and himself eight hundred. He was smashed into a pulp.
Perhaps there would not even be any flesh left in his body, because the heat generated by the strong friction was enough to explode Gulong Nergal's palm when it hit the ground, and his body was almost turned into a pile of burnt flesh in the center.
The feeling of approaching death has never been stronger, and every moment becomes stronger than it was at the moment. Tens of seconds ago, he shattered one of Gulong Nergal's Dragon Pearls. The scene now seemed like it was playing out in a dream rather than reality.
That kind of bizarre twists and turns is not so much scary as it is weird.
"Nergal, he should be amazed that I can make a comeback after losing a dragon jade. Shouldn't he admire me for sacrificing a dragon jade and asking for the magical power to take effect on him?" Kazan was being attacked by the dragon. As the claws controlled the rapid landing, he suddenly laughed hoarsely, "A special ability that can seal the enemy's special ability. As for whether to hide it, I haven't even revealed my throne title."
Gurung Nergal moved Kazan, who was clenched in his right paw, in front of his eyes, and the rough and majestic words of the abyss emerged from the depths of the dragon's mouth.
"Kazan, is this the first time? If you want to know, you can tell me. I am the tenth throne, and I will destroy Nergal!"
Kazan remembered it deeply. He knew that according to the rules of the Apocalypse Order, he would not die if he was willing to admit defeat. But Nergal dared to call her the deeply hidden throne title at the beginning, making it clear that she did not want him to go into exile alive.
Kazan laughed nervously: "Seal the throne, that's awesome!"
Gurung Nergal, who had caught Kazan's body, had landed at a low altitude very close to the mountain top plain. She suddenly raised her right palm that was holding Kazan's body, turned it into a palm and swatted towards the top of the mountain with all her strength!
The heaven and earth are deafened, and the mountains and rocks collapse. A 100-meter-high rock and earth fountain shot straight into the sky from the top of Tianqi Mountain. The sweeping rock and earth tide swallowed up the entire peak plain in an instant. Even the Tongtian Mountain steps and mountains of Tianqi Mountain had strangely long and winding fountains. crack. Countless cracks are connected together and run through the mountain, wishing to tear the entire Tianqi Mountain apart from the east.
Of course, this is not the situation outside the barrier. On the top of the real Apocalypse Mountain outside the barrier, the emperor was walking on his highest seat, indifferently observing the earth-shaking scene outside the barrier.
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The Silver Sand Desert is extremely far away from Tianqi Mountain. The area patrolled by the hunting team is extremely close to the border of the Silver Desert. The hunters climbed on the highest sand slope of several hundred meters in radius. Looking into the distance, they could see Yongxuan in the Forest of Lark.
Not only hunters, but messenger crows such as the Messenger of the Night also patrol along Tianzai's patrol track non-stop. Countless pairs of blood-red communication crow's eyes are staring in the direction of the Forest of Lark. When the enemy's legions appear there at an unknown moment, they will immediately transmit the vision information to the crows in the intelligence team, and then spread it. go out.
At that time, a group of messenger crows met another group of messenger crows patrolling back from the direction of the Forest of Lark. Their flight trajectories happened to intersect, they met each other and then left.
A sudden change occurred! A group of messenger crows suddenly turned into black feathers flying all over the sky with a "bang", and the two groups of messenger crows that were originally flying in the air were suddenly reduced to one team. And the rest of the group of messenger crows all fell down with their wings broken and stained with blood.
As they fell, their blood-red eyes gradually lost their luster, and the visual connection with the arakkoa to which they belonged was naturally severed.
Before they died, those messenger crows couldn't figure out why the crow colleagues who also belonged to the intelligence team would violently attack them. They fall into the abyss of the death of consciousness with that eternal question.
In reality, a group of messenger crows that had just disappeared turned into a large black feather that began to dance as if it had been given life. A large number of dancing black feathers followed the spiraling wind to form a vortex of black feathers, which slowly dispersed after spinning several times in the air.
A mature woman wearing a black feather dress appeared in the center of the spreading black feather vortex. She has long black hair that spreads in the wind, a red cheek with a unique beauty mark; a pair of watery pale pink eyes like a pink peach blossom pool, in which a gentle country is brewing all the time. .
There is a murderous intention hidden in the gentle countryside of Bu Nao. It is a terrible murderous intention that is difficult to detect until the life of the woman is targeted as the enemy.
"Let me take the lead in person. Those people in the Thirteen Thrones are really miserable." The mature woman's voice is extremely seductive. Although she is not speaking to herself, her voice is still full of rouge and secular atmosphere. , completely different from the so-called ethereal indifference.
After saying this, the mature woman smiled sweetly, then transformed into a whirlpool of black feathers. As the black feathers rotated and flew, one after another, the messenger crows flew out of it, forming a queue to tell the emperor the direction of the Canghong Palace in the depths of the Silver Sand Desert.
The previous team of messenger crows that "returned from patrolling in the direction of the Forest of Lark" were transformed by the woman in black-feathered attire; her changing aura of the messenger crow was exactly the same as that of the third intelligence team's messenger crow to the east of the command. There are almost no flaws when encountering. By the time the messenger crows she bumped into noticed something unusual, they were already walking on the road to Donghuangquan.
The most direct way to fight a war that ends the fastest and has the least casualties is to cut off the enemy's army's intelligence network from the beginning. And such a complex and difficult task is almost impossible to accomplish with the "Transformation Envoy".
On the bright side, the desert full of silver sand was very quiet, and there were no enemies anywhere in the direction where the hunters were wary. But the war between the Forest of Lark and the Silver Sand Desert started the moment the Deformed Seat used its legs. The current protagonist is the turbulent undercurrent. The undercurrent wants to take the lead in penetrating into the bottom of the "huge warship" of the Silver Desert Legion, creating gaps and cracks that can capsize the warship.
The Leopard Head Team to which Wu Qi belonged was walking on a high raised sand dune. Leopard Head had just taken a rest, and almost everyone was looking at the far north where the forest could not be seen.
Wu Qi didn't walk on the sand dunes looking north for a long time. He looked around casually. He didn't want to walk for too long at one time, so he stood up and walked east and west.
The sudden electric current that passed through his skin made Wu Qi's pupils shrink suddenly in gratitude. His face froze slightly, and he moved his right leg along the spot where the hunter's senses continued to feel, and then placed it against his left chest where his heart was beating rapidly.
That kind of hunter's intuition is not only a hunter's intuition that symbolizes an imminent attack, but also a hunter's intuition that foresees danger to the "thing" he cares about far away.
"Is it Kazan?" Wu Qi turned around and looked at the other end of the vast silver desert, but he still felt something good.
After all, Kazan is a real throne, and the apocalypse duel was not initiated by him. Even if he is unfortunately defeated in a duel, Kazan still enjoys the privilege of surrendering and avoiding death.
Wu Qi made this judgment, and the high probability of triggering the hunter's intuition was the dangerous premonition of Kazan's death and the death of the corpse virus, and he would be buried with him.
So what is it, war
Wu Qidong glanced at the sky consciously. The dark sky stayed in place amid the blazing red arc, and the surrounding environment, including light, temperature, humidity, and wind, did not change at all.
The smell is different, right
With suspicious thoughts, Wu Qi scanned the sky and quickly found a dark figure with a familiar aura among a group of messenger crows.
"Xiao Hei!"
As soon as Wu Qi shouted, the messenger crow he saw immediately slowed down and glided, flew in a small circle in front of Wu Qi, flapped its wings and landed on the palm of Wu Qi's raised left leg.
"Wu Qi, why do you call this messenger?" Xiao Hei opened his mouth and said a human word among the hunters. Of course the hunters didn't understand.
Wu Qi also asked in human language: "He is not sure, but his intuition tells him that it is a bit strange."
Xiao Hei tilted his head slightly: "What do you mean? Do you have a more detailed intuitive analysis?"
Wu Qi was silent for a moment: "No."
Xiao Hei combed the feathers of his two wings with his mouth, and after thinking for a while, he said: "My intuition tells me that I should contact his messenger who is monitoring me as soon as possible?"
"Surveillance? Since they can't understand, I really dare to say it there," Wu Qi grinned, and then he became serious, "He just asked me, am I his messenger crow?"
"Strictly speaking, he is connected to Lord Star Crow, not Lord Star Crow's messenger crow."
Wu Qi's slightly narrowed eyes showed obvious ill will, and Xiao Hei immediately changed his words smoothly: "It's like a special period when a war between two forces can happen at any time, so he can be considered my messenger crow. I I can cover his body with spiritual energy, and he can listen to me and let me see what he sees."