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Chapter 1111 The Power of Shelter
Chutian is like the clouds on the other side of the day, coming and going lightly, waving his sleeves without taking a cloud away.He didn't have any earth-shattering feats, let alone the mighty power to move mountains and fill the sea. In the eyes of many people, he just came over and plucked the strings, played a piece of music that was incomplete, and then hiccupped up.Only those who have a certain understanding of power can discover Chutian's deeds and the significance of these actions.

Destiny is elusive, and the sky is mysterious and can only be awed. Neither "heaven" nor "fate" is a field that human beings can touch, at least it is a height that most people cannot touch.But prophetic singers are different, because what they sing is the fate of people.

Also controlling the past and the future, Alice and Sissy belong to two completely different extremes. Sissy is divination and prediction, while Alice is premeditation and layout.

Qianqian can see the end of Shang's confrontation with the sky, but she can only tell Shang to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and minimize losses as much as possible.And Alice is different, even if she sees that the ending is a failure, she can do everything in her power to reverse and change, so that fate can evolve according to her own will.

No one knows how true Chutian got Alice, but even if it is only one percent, it is definitely not comparable to ordinary people. After all, the total number of creatures in the entire Arad continent is not worth Alice's finger. After applauding for hundreds of years, it was not until Xi Lan mastered the power of time that she accidentally discovered the truth of history.

However, Chutian's power is enough. He has touched fate, moved the trajectory of fate, and even separated "soul", "heaven" and "destiny", which invisibly reduced the power of heaven's punishment to At the same time, Shang listened to the hymn of fate, and his understanding of the power of the soul deepened, and his strength skyrocketed.

boom!
No one could stop the coming of the Heaven's Punishment, even Chu Tian only pried it slightly, and the Heaven's Punishment fell with unabated momentum, hitting Shang's head directly.

Swing the sword!

The tyrant Barak roared angrily, his soul-shattering roar was filled with anger towards the heavens, hatred towards the gods, and struggle against the suffering fate of the dark elves.The divine punishment in front of him reminded the tyrant Barak of the curse that Venus, the goddess of beauty, had cast upon his own race, turning his race from a graceful elf into a dark elf nesting in a cave like a mouse.

Swing the sword!

Break this eternal curse, smash this hypocritical god, in order to let the dark elves see the light of day again, in order to let the dark elves get rid of the shackles.Kill them all, smash it all!Chutian's chant of fate was like a fuse, and the hatred and anger towards fate in the heart of the tyrant Barak exploded instantly.

A shocking murderous aura erupted and rushed straight into the sky. The figures of Shang and the tyrant Barak were all covered by the murderous aura, and even more so by the thunder and lightning of divine punishment. No one knew what happened, and everyone's vision was filled with pitch-black light. , everyone's hearing was overwhelmed by the rolling thunder.

Many players couldn't bear the aftermath of God's punishment, and were instantly killed, and then turned into light and returned to the resurrection point in front of the Mercenary Alliance. The other surviving players hurriedly retreated and retreated, looking for a safe place to watch.

The dark gods in the distance also carefully hid behind the dark god. The dark god consciously propped up the dark power, and the deep night enveloped his followers, isolating all impacts.

The Dark God squinted his eyes, carefully searched for the figure in the billowing punishment, and thought in his heart, there is no reason why this level of bombardment could not be spared.But in the next moment, his pupils shrank into needlepoints, because he saw a figure, a figure struggling to swing a sword.

she is not dead? ? ?
She didn't die! ! !
Not only did he not die, but he was still alive and well. He became one with the tyrant Barak and fought hard under the punishment of heaven.The killing giant sword is as real as it is, and the endless resentment, indignation, and hatred towards heaven and fate are condensed on the blade.Heaven's Punishment can destroy everything, but it cannot destroy the hatred in Barak and Shang's hearts. The rolling Heaven's Punishment can only be the sharpening stone of this giant sword of killing, and it will only make it sharper and sharper. The stronger it is.

The Dark God's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that there was such a weird weapon in the world.In the cognition of the Dark God, weapons and armor are all made of gold and iron. Even some special ones are the carcasses of birds and beasts, the branches of flowers and trees, but they never thought that these emotions and thoughts can also be condensed into weapons.

But the God of Darkness has to admit that this sword is very strong, and it can not be destroyed in the punishment of heaven, which has surpassed [-]% of the divine weapons. arms.

The Dark God couldn't help being terrified, because that sword reminded him of one thing—Godhead!
Godhead is not an entity, not a cohesion of flesh and blood, nor a qualitative change of energy, it is transformed by the power of faith of countless believers.The anger and hatred on the sword in Shang's hand are also the power of thoughts, the same thing as the godhead.

The Dark God couldn't believe this conclusion, but he couldn't help but not believe it, because he couldn't think of anything that could survive the punishment of the sky and become stronger and stronger.

Swing the sword!

God's will contained in Heaven's Punishment was shattered by the Slaughtering Great Sword, and the power of Thunder was also killed as if it was alive. The light on the Slaughtering Great Sword was even more radiant while the Thunder was entangled. Not only did Heaven's Punishment fail to destroy Shang and Tyrant Ba Lak was wounded by them instead, and even more "a piece of meat" was torn off by them.

Shang is in the sea of ​​thunder, but she is like a fish in water. The killing breath of the killing sword is lingering, and the power of the soul breaks out. The power of thunder completely beheaded.

These thunder powers contain the will of heaven, and when they are completely killed, these wills belonging to heaven will dissipate, and just like human souls, they will be pulled by the power in the dark and disappear.But in front of Shang, it was difficult for them to fly. After all, Shang was a soul harvester, and harvesting souls was her instinct.

What Shang is doing now is harvesting Tian's soul, because she wants to bury Tian!

The power of thunder crushed the power of Shang's body, constantly grinding away the aura on the giant sword of killing, the power of soul on Shang's body was like a candle in the wind constantly fluttering, squeezed and torn by the power of thunder, one after another thunder The power poured into Shang's body, wiping off her arms and half of her body.

Barack's wrath!
The anger in the tyrant Barak's heart erupted, he slashed angrily, he beheaded the power of thunder one after another, slaughtered the thoughts of the sky by him, harvested the endless power of soul by Shang, and the power of soul in Shang's body The power burst out, pushing out the power of thunder, and saved his life between life and death.

Heaven's punishment comes and goes quickly, after all, this is thunder, not water and fire, it just dissipates in the blink of an eye.It's just that Shang and the tyrant Barak still have something to say. They really want the thunder to last longer, so that they can harvest more soul power and plunder more power from the sky.

The thunder dispersed, and Shang stood proudly. Although a small half of her body was destroyed by the thunder, she still stood upright, looking at the sky proudly.The tyrant Barak also raised his sharp killing sword, roaring in anger or excitement.

Shang has benefited a lot. If she has time to comprehend carefully, her strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, but the thunder in the sky is brewing again, and it is more violent and faster than the previous two times.

The obliteration by the power of the world is very strong and continuous. A powerful god can resist once or twice, but in the face of obliteration like a turbulent river, no matter how strong the god is, he can only run away, because there is no respite at all. The opportunities, sooner or later, will fall in the continuous obliteration.

If these worlds have indigenous gods sneaking in from the side, they will only die faster.Therefore, the gods will not easily come to those worlds protected by the power of the world, so as not to fall accidentally.

It's a pity that the dark gods are also afraid of the power of heaven's punishment, and they chose to watch instead of sneak attack.What's more, there are countless players around Shang staring at them.In the eyes of the dark gods, Shang would die sooner or later, and he didn't need to do anything extra.

Shang's heart was full of fighting spirit, but a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, because she knew that she could only stop here, and the next time the power of thunder would be even stronger, she couldn't bear it anymore.Although there are still many healing potions in the backpack, the cooling time of this medicine is also very long. There are still a few seconds left, but these few seconds have already decided his life and death.

boom!
A look of determination shot out from Shang's eyes, he didn't care about success or failure, but only wanted the curtain to end without regret!Even in the last few seconds, I still want to leave bloody scars on "Tian".

Fighting to the last ditch, breaking the boat, Shang cast aside all worries, forgot everything, his only thoughts were to swing the sword, slash, harvest, and bury the sky!
But the power of thunder is too strong. It is so powerful that it repels all power and annihilates all matter. Even space cannot be spared from the punishment of heaven. The black thunder is like a plow, plowing a dark and deep road between heaven and earth. A crack leading nowhere.

Shang kept wielding his sword to plunder the "sky" to enrich himself, but all of this seemed futile in front of Lei Ting, Shang was like a stone under a steamroller, just the destructive aura was enough to crush her to pieces.Lightning hadn't touched Shang yet, but Shang's bones were already moaning, her soul was already trembling, she seemed to have seen her own stranger, the end of her life.

The murderer is always killed, and the life of the soul harvester will be harvested by the "sky" after all. All living beings are just rations fed by the destiny of heaven and earth.

In the next second, it will be his own death - Shang Ru thought.

"shelter!"

An inconceivable golden light appeared around Shang's body, the golden light was so sacred, so dazzling, it made people feel awe involuntarily.

[3000 words, make up for yesterday's]

(End of this chapter)