elf successor

It is said that there will be a soul after death, but it is ridiculous that no one has ever seen a soul.

But now Eve saw it, lying on the ground regardless of the gurgling wound on her chest, but her face was not pale due to lack of blood. Now her face was flushed with blood, and her slender swans were stretched. Neck and neck, she tried hard to see clearly, but her limbs were numb, and the limit of being able to hold her body up half-way was reached. Eve tried to stand up several times, but all failed. When the figure under the light pillar crossed the slope, she could no longer stand up. After losing sight of her, she happily crawled to Aisena's side, holding her heavy body.

The belief in survival in her heart was like an erupting volcano, about to reach its peak. Gus was alive, and she could see it clearly. The faceless soul in the altar escaped from Gus' body again. Who else could be left but Gus?

Behind her, the skirt drew a curved bright red track. In the sky behind Gus, as the beam of light went away, the black clouds gradually closed slowly, but the closing speed was obviously not as fast as Gus's running speed. A golden dragon was inlaid on the sky, layered on top of each other, cutting through. The sky is different.

Anna was sitting in the convoy, thinking about the current situation. He did not escape, and he had no direction to escape. Previously, because they had to avoid Yaksha's pursuit, their convoy accidentally reached the north of the Yaksha tribe. Now they want to leave here. There must be a high possibility of encountering that group of troops who are desperate for their lives.

Fortunately, the supplies they brought with them on this trip were enough to last them several months here. Ana held the Bei Lan girl's heavy breasts, poured red wine on the surface of the two tender flesh balls, and licked them vigorously with his centipede-like tongue. The girl's gasping and Ana's satisfied voice sounded at the same time.

He is really not in a hurry, it doesn't matter if he lives here for ten and a half months.

But El's face outside the car was gloomy. It had been daytime since entering northern Xinjiang, and now it was good, the night had been hanging on his head, which seriously affected the team's vigilance.

During this period, Northern Xinjiang went back and forth. First, the wind stopped, and then it began to snow again. Finally, when the snow stopped, the intimidating coercion emanating from the direction of the altar in the distance made people breathless. Repeatedly, if this kind of problem occurs in Northern Xinjiang, there will definitely be big changes. But strangely enough, during this period, all the tribes seem to have disappeared. Xunmimi, except for the Beilan tribe, these days there are only a few tribes. No other tribes were seen.

El raised his head and stared at the little golden glow at the end of his sight. He thought he was dazzled and rubbed his eyes. He looked there again. There was indeed a pillar of light shining on the south. Looking at it like this, it looked like a miracle. There were holes in the black clouds. It was large, but could accommodate a person's body to pass through it, but it shocked El more than anything else.

Is it true that a god has arrived?

In the convoy, not only El was puzzled, but everyone else also raised their heads and looked at that little bit of light in confusion.

"Sir, it's coming!" Suddenly, a person pointed at the high-speed moving light beam and shouted.

"My mother, there is a person in the beam of light. There can't really be a god." The other person swallowed and felt his throat was dry and itchy. The running figure walked through the beam of light, and his whole body was covered by golden light, just like in the legend. of gods.

"No, sir, the beam of light is chasing the bloody man in front." Someone with sharp eyes noticed the difference and shouted hurriedly towards El.

El pulled up his large wizard hat, took out his witch staff and shouted: "Get ready to meet the enemy!"

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Qing Ming is running, running towards the place he senses. Now he is the body of a soul. Without the blessing of the altar, he cannot use all his magical powers. He needs a host, a carrier that can carry his witchcraft power. .

And this direction has exactly what he desires.

He didn't dare to stop. The ancient aura coming from the man behind him made him panic. The desolation sweeping across the earth infected his soul. He really couldn't figure out why this kind of existence existed in this long-abandoned continent.

He is not Gus. The little guy who didn't even have a magic soul couldn't have put such great pressure on his soul. But then again, based on his knowledge, there are three souls in a person's body. Never heard of it either.

But there is no rush to think about these issues now. In a few breaths, the color of the blood light became darker. Qing Ming already felt that his soul was drifting away. If he could not find a host, this arrival would become his burial place. .

The sacred aura emanating from the man under the light pillar quickly consumed his soul.

The smell of the host was getting closer and closer, and he even saw the convoy and a group of wizards waiting for battle. Qing Ming's eyes burst out with joy, and his speed increased by a few percent, but the cost was also huge. His soul became darker and darker, almost merging with the darkness.

Until he got close, before Il raised his hand, the light red shadow rushed into the carriage. Suddenly, the carriage was torn apart. Eve touched the warmth at the tip of her nose and sniffed it. This was Bei The smell of blue people.

"Ding·····"

The clear ringing of the bell rang out, spinning in the sky, forming a blue light curtain, covering the scattered carriage chassis. Anna sat on the ground, her eyes dull, her arms bent out of thin air, and her tongue was still hanging out. Making vigorous licking movements. From the corner of his mouth, a string of crystal saliva flowed down.

The light hung down, "Gus" stopped, his black hair covered his ears, and the light outlined his body. If you didn't look at the five internal organs flowing from his chest, he would be called a god.

Yiersheng swallowed his saliva, holding the witchcraft staff with stiff fingers, but he couldn't remember the witchcraft gestures. He could only stand aside, looking at the other people with despair.

This kind of scene is beyond their knowledge!

The intestines were flowing out, and the blood was flowing all the way. It was a big wonder for the wizard that he was still alive. You must know that the physique of the wizard is completely incomparable to that of the swordsman, but even so, even if the swordsman suffered such an injury, he would have died long ago, and it would be impossible for him to run so far.

These two people seemed to come from the center of the altar.

After looking at it for a long time, "Gus" frowned and said, "I didn't expect Qingfeng Chime to have some tricks in his hands. Boy, I can't penetrate his defense in my current state."

"Then let's go. Brother, can I take it easy? If I keep running like this, my intestines will fall out. How do you want me to live?" Gus felt pain in his heart, as if he was being beaten. Like a little daughter-in-law who was deceived by others, a pitiful voice came out of her body. He wanted to kill Qing Ming, but his current situation was not much better. If he was not careful, Qing Ming would fight back and end up with hatred.

"Well, then go back!"

Coming and going like the wind, "Gus" turned his head and swept towards the south without even looking at the people around him.