Chapter 843 This is called backlash

At this moment, Chang Gongwei seemed to hear the sound of wind in his ears.

He himself didn't know when he heard a saying, which said that those who hold a sword tightly must hold it tightly for the rest of their lives, otherwise the day they put down the sword will be the day they die. Before death, they will hear the sound of the wind, because that is the sound of their throat being cut open and blood gushing out. The passing of life is like the wind blowing off leaves.

At that time, Chang Gongwei thought that this man was simply a fool. He had already reached the pinnacle of that world. Who else could kill him? As long as he held on to the most powerful ability he had ever possessed, he would continue to succeed, and he would always stand on that altar, never ending.

But he himself forgot that his success was not only due to him alone. Even the battle in which he was deified was won with the help of many people, and he finally ascended to the altar.

At this moment, he finally fell from the altar in front of a greater torrent, like a dust doll or a clown, falling from a high altar, covered with dust and his former arrogance and prejudice.

In fact, this torrent came from what he was most proud of.

The red beam of light broke through everything and completely cut the spiritual sea apart. Countless spiritual cracks appeared, and the "matter" that made up the outer shell of the spiritual sea began to fall apart at this time, disintegrating into pieces of unknown substance.

After the impact ended, the black and white halo generated a huge attractive force and turned into a huge whirlpool in the sea, pulling in the surrounding sea water and those boundary fragments, and then turning into heavy rain and sprinkling behind the little devil.

She still stood there calmly, her eyes without any emotion, just like an angel. She stood there, as calm as a Buddha with a halo, just saving a life.

The surging waves of the sea collided with Chang Gongwei's conscious figure. At the last moment, this guy with the same face as Tang San was still resisting, but his ability seemed to be completely useless at this time.

He waved his silver sword in vain, with his other hand covering his neck, which had been cut open by the little devil's attack just now. Relying on the fact that "this is his sea of ​​​​spiritual sea after all", he continued to absorb the energy of the sea and continuously replenish his consciousness.

But it was useless. No matter how much strength he drew to replenish himself, it was useless, because in the previous attack, the little devil had integrated his "Eternal Carving Wound" into it. This was a shock with a sense of withering. As long as the opponent had not died, it would continue to deprive the opponent of his vitality.

Until the opponent's strength is exhausted.

Unless the other party can resist the sense of withering by himself, or purify it, or erase it.

Obviously, the current angel of light cannot do this.

His right hand finally awakened some of its fighting instincts. The sword struck the sea water, splashing water into the sky. In every splash of water there was a crystal light.

In the surging waves of the sea, the little demon creatures summoned by the little devil rushed towards Chang Gongwei's body. They were like vultures seeing a corpse, and they rushed forward one after another.

These summoned creatures did not have much intelligence. Under the control of the little devil, they turned against the sky and attacked the master of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chang Gongwei's Holy Sword of Light was dyed purple-black at this time. It was the result of being corroded by toxins. After all, this was not the real body of his Holy Sword of Light, but a weapon conceived by his mind. Its essence was the power of the sea of ​​spirit.

Even so, thousands of mimicry creatures were chopped to pieces by him, but the little devil did not feel distressed or worried, because the origin of these creatures was Chang Gongwei's mental power, which was equivalent to him killing himself.

The creatures that rushed forward were like they had fallen into a meat grinder. Most of them looked ugly, which was intentional on the part of the little devil. She had incorporated the appearance of undead creatures from the world of the dead, as well as some elements of creatures from the abyss, into the summoned creatures.

The sea water around Chang Gongwei actually turned into a sphere at this moment!

This sphere protects him, like a domain. As long as he is in this domain, he is invincible.

The creatures summoned by the devil could not get close to him, and would be instantly crushed into ashes if they collided with the sphere.

In the end, a vacuum-like area was formed around him. He finally remembered what it looked like when he held the sword in his hand, and those previous fighting methods returned to him at this time.

But he didn't know...

This was actually a piece of information that the little devil deliberately gave him.

The master of this spiritual sea had long since changed. After the little devil's earth-shattering blow that cut through the sea, Chang Gongwei's control over this spiritual sea had been declining continuously, and finally became something he could not control.

Now, this uncontrollable thing has brought him certain benefits, but it is also constantly eroding him. He is about to be eaten away by the thing he was once most proud of. He may or may not know it, but at least at this moment, he is still complacent.

He was proud of his own achievements, proud of his own strength, just like the Holy Sword of Light that he was currently wielding.

But the trajectory of his swing had already become distorted. He thought he was like a child playing freely under the blue sky, able to use whatever he once owned at will. However, he didn't know that he was already a candle in the wind, and only needed the last bit of pressure to completely collapse.

This pressure finally came.

The little devil just waved his hand, and countless undead creatures took off. That was the power of an undead disaster magician from the Holy Demon Continent.

After the little devil took control of Chang Gongwei's spiritual sea, he discovered that the ability this guy had studied in his world was also called magic.

If the Undead Scourge Alex were to face this first-level god, he might not be able to resist. However, in Qian Renxue's hands, the undead magic had already been integrated with some of the little devil's abilities. In her hands, the true Undead Scourge began.

Lich, Bone Dragon King, Abomination...

Countless undead creatures were summoned at this time and launched a surprise attack in the direction of Chang Gongwei.

After an unknown amount of time, Chang Gongwei suddenly stopped his steps and the movement of swinging his sword. His Holy Sword of Light was already covered with scars, and the spherical guardian beside him was also in tatters.

Countless undead creatures were roaring and howling around him at this moment, and gray spots of light were flashing in Chang Gongwei's consciousness.

Dense wounds appeared on Chang Gongwei's body. Some small undead creatures drilled into his body at this time, breaking his consciousness into pieces, tearing his spiritual body apart, and finally drilled in and devoured the internal strength of his spiritual body.

"If Mr. Yi saw that the magic of the dead was so powerful, would he be happier?"

The little devil lowered his eyes, and suddenly this thought popped up in his mind.