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But if 'Huan' died in this siege, then although the Lantern Clan has still changed their original pattern and destiny, it will be difficult for a small member of the Lantern Clan to stand on the top of the Ten Thousand Clans simply by relying on the Lamp Technique and the Borrowing Lamp Technique. Pick up the location to go.

Kacha...!

The body of the oil lamp is cracking.

His plain, ordinary shell was covered with cracks.

The golden-red lamp oil, like his blood, flowed out from the crack.

He could have dodged, ignored that grain of sand, and then found out who was behind the scenes and burned it to ashes.

Although the method of the bridge race is miraculous, it is not incomprehensible.

As the best among the lamp race competitors, the oil lamp should not have suffered such a disadvantage.

But he had to stand in front of Cao Zhe and stop this deadly threat.

Finally, when he exhausted his strength, even burning the source of life.

That heavy grain of sand was also deflected from its trajectory and shot elsewhere.

The 'bridge' of this grain of sand can no longer be manipulated to correct the error.

Because he is just a bridge.

However, the oil lamp seems to have forgotten!

In this competition, each clan can send ten players to enter the competition!

The oil lamp almost boiled itself dry in order to divert away the grain of sand that contained the weight of the world.

But another nine grains of sand aimed at Cao Zhe and encircled him from all directions.

The real murderous intent showed its ferocious fangs only after the oil lamp exhausted its strength.

When it is exposed, there is no room for it.

The pressure of the sand flying in even blocked all retreat and escape routes.

The torn distance spread out around Cao Zhe as the center.

Even if it is just a few meters, it may take Cao Zhe nearly 10 minutes to travel.

These 10 minutes are too long!

Even if it was just 1 minute, it was enough for Cao Zhe's phantom to be crushed into slag in front of the sand that contained the weight of the world.

There is no doubt that those alien races joined forces!

They will never sit back and watch the rise of the Lantern Race.

This is no longer a war, but a competition!

It's about the future, about more and more.

Lantern clan 'Phantom' must die!

At this moment, many spectators thought that the Lantern Clan was doomed!

Under the encirclement, attack and trap arrangement of the two major races.

What reason does he have to live?

Now Cao Zhe is going to tell them... why they can live.

Cao Zhe turned the body of the palace lantern, and the lamp oil inside the lantern was also spinning rapidly.

After dozens of laps, the lamp oil has formed a small wind eye in the lamp.

At the same time, the terrifying burning power spread and revealed to the surroundings along the golden light.

The sand with the weight of the world, the invisible force that blocks the distance.

All of them have become the fuel that is spinning, absorbing, and being ignited.

The sand is connected to the world and averages the weight of the world.

But it's just sand after all.

It is not the world!

The force field attached to the outside as the burn ripped through the sand hitting it.

The fragility of the inner core is also fully exposed.

Nine grains of sand were reduced to ashes in an instant.

That invisible power was also torn apart and shattered in the spinning burning.

The aliens who hid in the dark and used their methods either died from the backlash, or fled from serious injuries, and dared not try again.

In the arena, excited cheers erupted from the Lantern Race area.

"Sure enough! Sure enough! Illusions are illusions!"

"How can a phantom who can create and borrow lamps be weak?"

"He doesn't need protection, he is a strong man himself." The Lantern Race cheered, and searched the lights above their heads, weaving beautiful neon lights in their area.

The cheers of the lantern clan formed a sharp contrast with the silence in many areas.

There are eight teams in the Lantern World.

The Lantern Clan didn't mention it.

The Terran team eliminated three teams first, eliminating the weak.

The magic vine was also beaten, leaving only two hidden members. After losing the mysterious blessing, they are no longer important.

Now that Cao Zhe's outbreak has abolished the two clans in an instant, greatly reducing their combat power.

In other words, the battlefield competition seems to be able to anchor the outcome.

Human Race or Lantern Race, nothing else.

But in the current situation, in the eyes of a large number of creatures, the growth of the Lantern Clan is already unstoppable.

Chapter 725 Give You My Fame

Cheers came from all directions.

At this moment, many Lantern Clans who were still indulging in the festival celebration just came back to their senses.

Everything happened so fast!

Of course, even if they reacted, it would be difficult to participate in such a complicated chaotic battle.

Competitors of the Lantern Race, such as Yelan and You Deng, were not far away, looking at Cao Zhe, who was blooming in golden splendor, even though he was wounded all over, the lights were brilliant.

Cao Zhe looked at the excited Lantern Clan.

I can feel their sincere gratitude and joy.

But it's a pity...he is not the Lantern Clan!

Turning himself into a lamp is just his attempt, a kind of arrangement.

In essence, the lamp race and the human race are still competitors.

And as a human being, it is impossible for him to indulge in the admiration and cheers of other races, be unable to extricate himself, and betray his own race.

There was nothing pretentious, Cao Zhe directly dimmed the lights.

It looks like it was affected by the previous encirclement attack.

Seeing Cao Zhe whose lights dimmed, many lantern clans subconsciously rushed over.

Some of them squeezed out their precious lamp oil, and some even leaned over, trying to turn themselves into fuel for Cao Zhe to burn.

From a starting point, most of them have good intentions.

But in reality, this provides a breeding ground for some ambitious people.

As I said earlier, although Cao Zhe has been worshiped as a god among the Lantern Race competitors.

But in the current world of the Lantern clan, there are many Lantern clans that don't like him.

This is especially true for those Lantern Races who once stood at the apex and held enormous power.

The appearance of Cao Zhe shattered their authority and pulled them down from the supreme throne.

Those with ulterior motives hiding in the crowd of the Lantern Clan saw the weakness shown by Cao Zhe.

So they waved their fangs unceremoniously.

The colored lights turned into chains, instantly locking Cao Zhe who seemed caught off guard.

The instant change made all the lantern clan unable to react.

Afterwards, a gas that was most unfavorable to the lamp family enveloped Cao Zhe, weakening his originally weak lamp to the extreme.

"Traitor! How dare you?" The oil lamp, which was half broken, roared not far away, and because of the roar, another piece of the lamp was knocked away abruptly.

A roar finally woke up many slow-witted lantern clans.

A large number of Lantern Race finally remembered to rush to help their spiritual leader.

The angry lights cover up those rebels who mainly use colored lights.

In an instant, they were all burned to ashes.

But Cao Zhe's lights were further weakening.

Finally, with a puff, the light disappeared, leaving only a faint wick with embers still remaining.

A large number of Lanterns watched this scene in disbelief.

It was like the pause button was pressed.

"Get out of the way! I'm coming!" Oil lamps... still oil lamps!

Dragging his mutilated body, he rushed to Cao Zhe.

The leaking lamp mouth was poured, and hot lamp oil was poured into Cao Zhe's lamp.

Then a light was hung above Cao Zhe's head.

"Each lamp! Quickly intercept a piece of core light and send it over...be quick!" The oil lamp didn't explain why, because there was no such time.

All the lantern clans around did not hesitate.

They wrung off a piece of their own wick, and sent the wick along with the lamp.

A large number of wicks and lights are gathered together, under the kneading of the little light of the oil lamp.

It turned into a brand new wick exuding vitality.

The wick quickly fell into Cao Zhe's lamp, and was connected with the wick that was about to be completely burned out before.

"Light it up! Light it up! Be sure to light it up!" The voice of the oil lamp was mixed with roars.

The Lantern Race competitors outside the arena had long been yelling and cursing in hatred.

They didn't expect to solve those alien races.

The one who really put their 'savior' into such a life-and-death crisis was actually himself!

Perhaps, it was precisely because the young 'Huan' did not have any doubts about himself, that he was hit by a single blow and fell into death.

These Lantern Races in the arena, even though they knew it was useless.

Still following the cries of the oil lamps, they shouted together with the large number of lamp families in the lamp circle: "Light up! Burn up! Burn up!"

However, Cao Zhe at this moment seems to have been added with a blogger's biography. No matter how the continued wick is stirred, the embers are always getting weaker and weaker, and they are about to completely turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear forever. trace.

"No! His fire is too weak!"

"Come here, surround him, and turn the lamp method with all your strength by his side."

"Use the breath of our lamp method to drive his breath and let him start to burn instinctively." The oil lamp shouted again.

More lights came around.

They surrounded Cao Zhe.

Then turn the light method together.