Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

The attacks of the Fengrao people were becoming more and more frequent and more and more fierce. Cheng An and Jing Yuan had met on the battlefield eight hundred times a day. Every time they met each other, they were out of breath and looked embarrassed.

She had the protection of pure power to dodge automatically, so she was hardly injured, and Jing Yuan wasn't in any big trouble either since he had good skills.

Seeing that the other party's injuries were not serious was the greatest comfort. Other things like whether his clothes were neat or his spirit was good were not worth mentioning.

Just be alive.

Cheng An thought, war is really a grind, it can wear down people's emotions and energy. But they had to send weapons to the Danfu of the invading evil creatures again and again.

Many Cloud Riders fought for their hometown, their loved ones, and their belief in Emperor Bow Siming, but for Cheng An, perhaps the greatest motivation was a better ending and the possibility of returning home.

Thinking of this, she thrust out her slender sword and took the "head" of the last Fertile People in this battle.

She returned to the lounge arranged by Jingliu and fell asleep immediately. She felt like a cow or a horse that had worked for eight consecutive days. She was exhausted both physically and mentally. She was full of resentment and a sense of impending death from beginning to end.

Cheng An did not sleep well this time. Her consciousness was confused and she could not remember the information in the dream, nor could she see the scenes in the dream clearly. She ran around in a highly blurred place for a long time. In the end, there was only a red box that suddenly made a shrill sound and a voice was faintly shouting. That was the only sentence she could hear clearly in the whole dream -

"Wake up! It's Shuhu!"

Cloud Cavalry: "It's sudden!"

She suddenly opened her eyes, her heart beating uncontrollably against her chest, the sound of the beating was almost deafening, and for a moment Cheng An could only hear her own heartbeat.

Outside the window, she could hear the Cloud Cavalry gathering and the rest of the people rioting, as well as the noisy sound of footsteps and shouting. She pushed open the door of the temporary rest area and rushed out.

Maybe it was because it was not her original turn yet, so no one called her, but since everyone was facing the boss, who cared about the turn table?

When she followed the Cloud Cavalry Army to rush to the battlefield, as expected, everyone was already caught in a melee.

Jingliu and Jingyuan took the lead and killed in front of the team; Bai Heng drove the Star Chariot and led the flying soldiers to fight flexibly in the air; Danfeng controlled the water, and enemies fell wherever she went, and her teammates were in great condition; she couldn't see Yingxing, but she could see the golden man representing the Engineering and Manufacturing Division hitting a group of people with one elbow.

She was in a daze for a moment.

But the evil creature didn't care about that and rushed over with a knife and a stick in hand. Cheng An had to quickly come back to his senses, holding the sword in one hand and using the music box in the other to launch a range attack.

She needed to rush forward, to go to the same place as her friends, to face the suddenness.

If she doesn't stand with them, she won't be able to change anything no matter how hard she tries.

The red light of the music box became brighter, following closely behind her, covering her whole body with a faint red light. She hurried on her way faster, dodging long-range attacks along the way, firing pure air cannons with her left hand and swinging her sword with her right hand to deal with obstacles.

Now facing the biggest challenge, Cheng An still doesn’t know what his attributes are, but it doesn’t matter anymore, as long as he can be used.

Fortunately, with her strength, it was more than enough to clear out the miscellaneous soldiers, and she finally tried her best to get near them.

The closer they got, the more bizarre the scene became. Groups of people of abundance fell down and stood up again, as if once the so-called power of abundance had descended, they gained immortal bodies, their broken limbs regenerated, and they died and were resurrected again.

Cheng An was clearly not far from Dan Feng. She saw that the man's originally elegant robe was stained with blood and dirt. She could also see Bai Heng in the star raft above her head, but she was entangled by the wave of rich people in front of her who were like dog-skin plasters and could hardly move forward.

Even if she chopped down several evil creatures with one sword like piercing a candied haws, they fell down as if in a process and got up immediately, like mad dogs, making ugly wild beast-like howls and stretching out their claws that no longer had a human shape.

Originally, Cheng An did not have much psychological pressure about killing monsters, but at this moment, facing these immortal monsters, she could only cut off their Dan organs with one move and then chop off their heads with a sword to make them look like they were really dead.

It was so disgusting, such a hell! She almost wanted to vomit, and she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't express it in words.

But she couldn't stop here. If she stopped, she would die on the spot, not to mention changing the outcome.

Just as she was trying her best to break through, a dragon roar from the front pierced through all the howls and noises and reached Cheng An's ears. It was clear and majestic, but it made her feel cold all over.

Looking up, I saw a green dragon soaring in the sky, fighting with the ever-changing shadow of flesh and blood, with a determination to fight to the death.

Dan Feng! She screamed in her heart, don't do this, you will die!

The Envoy of Fertility unfolded the "Bloody Hell Realm", and it seemed as if a large crack had been torn open in the space in front of Him.

Dan Feng's eyes seemed to be filled with a dying illusion. He saw the stars flaring and singing like red blood cells, and the universe falling into the abyss of flesh and desire. The dragon's heart beat hard, raising its claws, breath and anger, but no matter how powerful it was, life could not fight against the messenger of the God of Life.

He was almost losing consciousness, and even in his dragon form, he was no longer able to fight back.

But at this moment, in his blurred vision, he saw the fox woman holding a black sun in her hand and rushing towards this side on the star raft.

He had no idea what it was, but the strong uneasiness in his heart prompted him to stop it: "No!"

"don't want--"

Overlapping Dan Feng's voice was Cheng An. She looked even more anxious, staring intently at the position of the star chariot above. The nightmare scene became a reality. At that moment, her hair stood on end, and the red light on her body danced like flames due to the excitement.

She stretched out one hand towards Bai Heng and rushed towards this side without paying attention to the obstruction of the rich evil creatures around her, without even having time to fight back.

As there was no counterattack, under the insane attack of the people of abundance, the spring on the music box was snatched off, and for a moment, the world was silent.

The whole world seemed to be paused, but Cheng An had no extra energy to pay attention to anything other than Bai Heng. She just felt that no one was stopping her, so she jumped directly, summoned the music box to serve as a stepping stone, and leaped onto Bai Heng's Star Raft with a few light steps.

She kicked the door open again, pulled the person out of the driver's seat, and jumped off the Star Raft holding the surprised fox woman in her arms.

When the two were in mid-air, time seemed to resume its flow. The shouts and wailing, the sounds of explosions and the sound of air flowing in their ears mixed together, creating a symphony of hell on earth.

Cheng An felt that her heart rate was too fast again. She protected Bai Heng's head, and the music box also played a role in relieving their force. Finally, she fell down with a force that was not fatal, and rolled again before landing safely.

Cheng An lay on her back, feeling her whole body burning hot. She was gasping for breath as if she was about to have an asthma attack. Her throat and chest felt like they were on fire, and she was having difficulty breathing. It looked like she was going to pass out in the next second.

But in her last sight, she saw the star raft without Bai Heng carrying the black hole and rushing towards Shuhu. Then the unidentified object suddenly disappeared, as if some powder was blown away by the wind, and Dan Feng also fell from the sky.

Great, I'm still alive. This was her last thought before she closed her eyes, and then she completely passed out.

Bai Heng sat there in a daze.

She didn't know why she was rescued by Cheng An in the blink of an eye, but at this moment, she just sat there, and no Fengrao people came to attack them.

She raised her eyes and was surrounded by a bright red sea of fire.

With the place where Cheng An was lying as the center, the red flames were like flowing water or living vines, winding out and wrapping up all the enemies who were trying to approach them. The wrapped evil creatures twisted in pain and soon turned into black unidentified objects, like burnt wood.

The fire seemed to have life and was constantly expanding outward, but she sat in the center of the flames without feeling hot or uncomfortable.

Bai Heng looked at her wounds, which were as clean as new, as if she had never been in a battle. Only the dust and blood, and the cuts and holes in different parts of her clothes proved that she had participated in this tragic battle.

She smiled grimly, understanding what this meant, and turned her gaze to meet Dan Feng who was staggering towards her.

The once noble and somewhat mysophobic Long Zun was now in a miserable state, covered in dust and dirt, and too weak to walk.

But he still managed to come here and save his friend.

Dan Feng checked Cheng An's pulse and realized that he was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. He finally couldn't hold on any longer and sat down. He moved his fingers slightly and touched something on the ground of the battlefield.

He turned his neck with some difficulty to look over. It had a metallic luster and was delicately hollowed out - it was the spring of Cheng An's music box.