Chapter 1422 (1/2)

On the black continent, there is a dead silence.

He Huahui's expression is dull. He leans against a black stone wall, his eyes are blank, as if he is looking at something in front of him, or he seems to be a dead body.

Black.

The black of death, the black of silence, the endless black in the godless eyes, and the occasional gray ruins above the black.

A minute ago, the ruins were all the family gates and buildings that the three families were proud of. But now, he Huahui can't see any intact place in his eyes.

The grass, vegetation, trees, all covered with a layer of black, as if frozen by black ice, the wind blowing, tall trees and broken, into a piece of powder scattered on the ground.

Inhale those floating black aura in the nasal cavity, a strong sense of discomfort and nausea, instantly from he Huahui's chest all the way to his throat, his body trembled, coughed twice, and a breath of black red came out of his mouth.

Although black aura is an essential aura for the black Protoss to use magic, for ordinary Protoss such as he Huahui, it is a terrible poison gas that will directly kill if inhaled to a certain extent!

Now, with the Hejia territory as the center, the northern mainland with an area of tens of millions of square meters has all been covered by black Aura!

It's ok if it's just covered by black aura. However, in the northern region, those spirit stones buried in the corners of the mainland or not discovered at all have all become black burial stones that will transform ordinary aura into black aura.

You know, although he didn't open the extreme realm, he Huahui's cultivation has reached the stage of salvation. He is already the top monk in the protoss continent. Even if he inhales a little black aura, he becomes like this. What about other Protoss monks with worse cultivation, or ordinary Protoss who have no cultivation at all?

The answer is imaginable.

He Huahui doesn't know how long it has been since he fainted to wake up, but now...

”Xiaoyan, Tianxin, where are you

Apart from the cold wind blowing slowly in his ears, he Huahui could not hear any other voice. Where did all the other Protoss go? Was he killed by the gods, or was he killed by breathing too much black aura? He Huahui doesn't know and doesn't want to know. His only hope is that he Yan and he Tianxin can survive and inherit the blood of the Protoss.

Anyway, in his eyes, it's all over.

This northern continent was originally the last territory of the protoss that was not invaded by the black Protoss. Now, the territory stretching for tens of millions of kilometers has become a black death place that is not suitable for the protoss to live in. For the black Protoss, it has unique living conditions.

There is no territory that can be used to guard. Protoss have no place to go.

It's over. It's all over.

Just as he Huahui thought about it and was ready to give up everything, two black leather boots suddenly appeared on the black stone floor in front of him, stepping the stone floor directly out of two deep pits.

”Well, it costs more than I expected to turn the area hundreds of times larger than the burial mountain into this kind of Black Death place.”

The white haired black Protoss touched their chin with one hand and looked around at the black dead place with great interest. A few minutes ago, it was still the northern continent full of vitality.

”I'm quite satisfied with the result. Hahaha, I don't know how many Protoss, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, were killed by the magic just now? Or millions? They don't know what happened, they inhale the black aura and die suddenly? If that's the case, it's boring. ”

Although the tone of the God's mouth is so relaxed, it seems that what he is talking about is not something extraordinary, but you should know that the northern region occupies the whole Protoss continent, a quarter of the size of the huge territory.

To transform such a large territory into the same black death place as the burial mountain, the strength of the God of heaven has long exceeded the comprehensible dimension of the general Protoss.

Beside the God, Lear also looked around, looking at the endless black plain, sneering.

”To be able to die under the magic of the God of heaven, and to cast a new Protoss myth with his own death, these Protoss also die properly.”

”Is that so?” The gods are laughing.

”It's only a few days. Your flattery is getting more and more powerful. I can't laugh at all when I flatter too much.”

”In the end, why do you want to do this...”