Chapter 277 Final Farewell (Subscribe)

(I spent 5 hours writing this chapter, trying to find the mood. One way is to listen to music. When I heard "Journey to the Immortal World (Falling into the Mortal World)", the mood was quickly in place, so this chapter is suitable for BGM.) Above

the execution ground.

Gray fog rolled, storms gathered, and a huge foggy face emerged from the lightning and thunder.

"Come and fight!"

The masked man covered in armor took the lead at this time, and the dark green flames surged through the gaps in the armor and wrapped around his body.

It pointed to the sky with one hand, and the flames on its body suddenly turned into a vortex and swept towards the sky.

The dark green flames filled the sky and gathered into an ocean, creating layers of flame ripples and crashing into the sky.

The arm gathered by the gray fog also pressed down at this time.

The gray fog came into contact with the flames, and the two energies devoured and offset each other.

The terrifying power brewed in the air, setting off circles of shock waves, and a large number of people standing outside the execution ground were blown away by the shock waves.

The soldiers of the military department took action at this time.

A black long sword appeared from nowhere and stood in front of the people, blocking the shock wave that swept over them.

A large number of people wearing the uniforms of the Old City Military Department began to arrange for the people to evacuate.

At this time, the energy confrontation in the sky had reached its peak, and a grim smile appeared on the face of the mist.

The gray fog suddenly pressed down, tearing a gap in the dark green sea of ​​fire.

Boom!

Like a thunder from the sky, the sky trembled.

The dark green sea of ​​fire was shattered by the gray fog, and sparks spread and splashed.

The gray fog's palm penetrated the obstruction of the sea of ​​fire and grabbed Feng Qi, who was tied to the guillotine with scars all over his body.

At this time, a black sword suddenly blocked the direction of the gray fog's palm.

The surface of the black sword was flowing with black light, and the "momentum" that was very similar to that when Lu Yue drew his sword swept through the black sword to the gray fog's palm.

The sword intention collided with the gray fog, and a hideous look appeared on the face of the Lord of the Mist.

The gray fog pressed down suddenly, oppressing the black sword and trembling.

At this time, a figure appeared behind the black knife. He stretched out his hand to grasp the handle of the knife, and then swung it forward.

This knife seemed simple, but the free spiritual energy in the air automatically gathered to form a black knife energy that soared into the sky.

Knowing that the longer this battle was delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be, the Lord of the Mist became ruthless.

Scarlet blood light emerged from the gray fog, turning into a blood-colored long sword that suddenly collided with the black knife energy and easily shattered it.

After defeating the black knife energy, the blood sword dissipated and merged with the gray fog sea again.

A blood-colored palm suddenly stretched out from the gray fog, slapped the military man who was blocking in front of it, and grabbed Feng Qi again.

But at this time, dozens of military personnel were already standing in front of Feng Qi.

They all realized that the target of the domain-transcendent creature formed by the gray fog in the sky was the prisoner who was about to be executed.

But they obviously underestimated the strength of the Lord of the Mist.

The terrifying pressure invaded, and the blood in their bodies accelerated uncontrollably.

Their pupils instantly became bloodshot, and dense blood-colored spider webs appeared on their bodies.

Snap!

A series of explosions sounded, and these military soldiers were killed by the blood control ability of the Lord of Mist before they launched an attack.

At this time, the spirit master who was hiding in the dark looked at the gray fog giant from afar, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

The plan was undoubtedly successful, and the force behind Fengqi had appeared.

But he never thought that the force behind him was the disappeared Mist Clan.

It was not unfamiliar with this racial force.

In its impression, the Mist Clan was the most powerful force in the vicinity of the ancestral domain of the Psychic Clan. It was said that the ancestors had once produced a super strong man who broke free from the shackles of fate.

Before the Psychic Clan entered the human world, it was often bullied by the Mist Clan.

At that time, it was still young, but it still remembered a saying that was circulated in the tribe to scare children:

"If you don't listen, be careful that the Mist Monster will capture you and eat you as blood food!"

Looking at the Lord of Mist, the spirit master's expression became serious.

It was like encountering a natural enemy, and the energy in the body was boiling uncontrollably.

It made its move at this moment.

A huge black arrow suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pierced the chest of the Lord of Mist in the form of a fog giant at an extremely fast speed.

The terrifying psychic energy was activated, and the free spiritual energy particles in the air were quickly emptied and poured into the black arrow.

The Lord of Mist was caught off guard, and the black arrow exploded.

The gray fog sea surged violently, and a large piece was lost due to the explosion.

The misty face also showed a painful expression at this time.

The terrifying psychic energy particles quickly corroded the gray fog, and he sensed that many figures lurking in the darkness had emerged. He

turned his head and looked to the west.

With the perception of qi and blood, he clearly saw several groups of life forms with rich qi and blood approaching from the west.

Continuing to stay here would undoubtedly drag himself into a desperate situation.

At this time, the Lord of Mist looked down at Feng Qi on the execution platform, and a sense of determination emerged in his heart.

Some things are only cherished after they are lost.

Feng Qi is his only relative in this world, and he no longer wants to live in the regret and guilt of losing his relatives.

As he roared, a large amount of blood and energy emerged from the gray fog, dyeing the gray fog into blood fog.

Countless blood-colored giant hands emerged from the blood-colored fog and slapped towards the execution ground, trying to break through the defense blockade.

The psychic members hiding in the dark took action at this time, and various psychic spells poured down on the surface of the fog giant like raindrops.

But the Lord of the Mist did not retreat even a little.

Looking at Feng Qi who was bound in front of the guillotine, he had endless anger in his heart.

Memories were surging in his mind.

In the dense forest of the Winter District with heavy snow, he thought he would die, but he survived.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Qi with a warm smile on his face.

That was the first time they met.

Since then, Feng Qi has become his only relative.

In front of the village outside Winter City, the scene of Feng Qi risking his life to resist the attack of the Sword Saint for him is still vivid.

In the Black Zetsu field, Feng Qi carried him on his back and marched forward in blood under the pursuit of the weak tribe members in the field. He fought until the blood blurred his vision and finally fell in the dusk.

Every time Feng Qi risked his life to save him, he would think of the tribe members who died on the road when he opened the road.

He once chose to live under the protection of his relatives.

He was in pain, guilty and regretful for this.

After more than ten years of companionship, he had already regarded Feng Qi as his only relative.

This time, he didn't want to endure this pain again.

Rather than living, it is better to fight to the death.

The blood stored in the body was constantly released, and the gray mist completely turned into blood red.

The high-level soldiers of the military also rushed to the scene at this time.

Facing the Lord of Mist described by the blood giant, they launched a siege.

The blood giants continued to collapse and reunite in the battle, and the size of the blood mist began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the Lord of Mist fighting hard in the sky and trying to get close to the execution ground, Feng Qi's vision gradually became blurred.

After more than ten years of getting along, it is impossible not to have feelings.

But he didn't expect that the Lord of Mist would risk his life to save him at this time. He knew

the Lord of Mist very well and knew that this guy liked to weigh the pros and cons and would not easily take action without the certainty of winning.

He could already recite the words that were often on his lips by heart.

"Aqi, you have to understand one thing. Only fools will choose to fight head-on. Only wisdom can create the greatest benefit at the lowest cost."

"Attack the soldiers below and attack the hearts above. What is recorded in ancient human books is the same as my thoughts. I have to say that humans are very smart."

"Aqi, you have a reckless mindset. Strength is important, but it is a force that is used when you have no choice. You must learn to understand other people's emotions and thoughts, so that you can plan and win thousands of miles away."

"I will never do it if I can use my brain..."

...

This guy who has a brain full of wisdom and strategy, but today he chooses to fight in the way he once despised the most.

Just to save him from the execution ground.

He feels bad.

I have been using you all the time, but you treat me as a relative.

How absurd.

More and more enemies came to the execution ground to support, and the Lord of the Mist gradually lost strength.

At this time, he was not the overlord standing 1,500 years later, and he could not compare with the psychic race that had developed for hundreds of years.

Although he is very talented and has strong strength.

But he was still at a disadvantage under the siege.

Just when the psychics and the military thought that they could quickly disperse the blood mist and capture or kill the Lord of the Mist, the blood mist suddenly spread rapidly and covered the world.

Then the blood mist sank, wrapping all the people who came to besiege in the blood mist. Faced

with the blood mist, they struggled to break through, but they could not break through the blood mist blockade for a while.

At this time, the figure of the Lord of the Mist broke through the blood mist and landed on the execution platform.

Blood kept dripping down the surface of his body onto the execution platform. His face was filled with a familiar smile from Feng Qi, and he walked to Feng Qi with a blood mark step by step .

"Aqi, I will take you home."

The metal shackles wrapped around his body were torn off, and the Lord of the Mist bent down and carried him who was injured all over his body.

"You shouldn't have come." Feng Qi said, suppressing his emotions.

"Since you are here, don't mind it." The Lord of the Mist smiled and said indifferently.

"Let's go back to Star City." As he spoke, the Lord of Mist floated into the air.

Looking back at the blood sea that was still surging in the sky, he flew away without hesitation.

During the flight, the Lord of Mist's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The blood sea was the source of his life, and the blood stone was also integrated into the blood sea.

If he gave up the blood sea, his life would have no support.

During the flight, he kept coughing up thin blood, and his face aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he did not stop, and continued to fly hard with the remaining blood and energy in his body.

This time it's my turn to protect you.

Finally, they flew out of the Old City.

At this time, the Lord of Mist was already full of white hair and his face was full of wrinkles.

He was no longer able to fly, and fell from the air with Fengqi on a hillside.

After falling heavily on the wasteland on the hillside, the Lord of Mist trembled and struggled to stand up, and once again carried the powerless Fengqi on his back.

With one bloody footprint after another, he walked firmly into the distance.

The sunset seemed to indicate that the life of the Lord of the Mist would also come to an end.

Lying on the back of the Lord of the Mist, Feng Qi's heart was filled with sadness.

He could feel that the Lord of the Mist was already at the end of his life.

This feeling of powerlessness made it difficult for him to breathe.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when night fell, the Lord of the Mist fell to the ground with a bang.

Under the moonlight, the Lord of the Mist used the remaining strength in his body and began to scratch on the soil with trembling hands.

"Aqi... this is the trajectory of the Flesh and Blood Cauldron... take my dream... and continue to move towards the summit."

"Go by yourself!"

"The origin of life may be reunited after it is broken... but now I have lost it... it is impossible to survive... go down for me... and enjoy the scenery at the top."

As he spoke, tears of blood flowed from the eyes of the Lord of the Mist.

He was once afraid of death, but now he felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

At least he did not retreat this time.

Feeling the vitality in his body quickly fading, many past events emerged in his mind.

Carrying the future of the Mist Clan, the long road of conquest has finally come to an end.

I failed the expectations of the people of the tribe, I'm sorry...

He opened his eyes and looked at Feng Qi, his eyes full of expectation.

"I heard that the scenery at the top is beautiful... Really free... No more worries and sorrows... Ah Qi..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

The mysterious power that could help the Lord of the Mist to be reborn from desperate situation did not appear this time, and all hope was left in the sea of ​​blood.

Feng Qi also fell into a coma at this time.

...

Half a year later.

Outside the old city, Longlin Slope.

In front of the tombstone, Feng Qi ate the tribute with a smile on his face.

"You Mist Tribe are really weird. What kind of weird custom is eating the offerings of the dead? But last time you ate my food.

Do you think I am the one who is doomed to fail? You, the Lord of the Mist, will be the overlord of a region 1,500 years later. I killed this line of sacrifice..."

Feng Qi kept talking while looking at the tombstone.

Past events surged in his mind, and the wind and sand blinded his eyes.

Half a year ago, after the Lord of the Mist took him out of the Old City, the Scarlet Squad, which had already arrived in the Old City, relied on positioning to quickly come to support and eventually took him and the Lord of the Mist away. After

he woke up, the Lord of the Mist, who had lost the source of life, had died and his body was cold.

His situation was also very bad.

The Psychic Tribe transformed his body and did not intend to let him live.

His connection with the Demon Dragon Rune Crystal had been cut off, which was equivalent to cutting off his vitality.

The Scarlet Research Institute had thought of countless ways to extend his life.

For example, installing a new Rune Crystal to extend his life, but this method was too risky.

His body has completely merged with the Demon Dragon Rune Crystal. The two energies of replacing the Rune Crystal conflict, and the probability of his survival is less than 1%.

As for other methods, they have also failed.

He now needs to use the gene needle of the Scarlet Research Institute to prolong his life every day.

As of today, his body has become immune to the gene needle, and his life will come to an end.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Feng Qi stood up at this time.

Before leaving, he still has one thing to do.

Over the years, with the help of the Scarlet Research Institute, he has absorbed a lot of mottled spiritual power.

Everything is for today.

Although he did this impulsively, he did not think he was wrong.

Everyone says that the domain creatures are cruel, but he sees many excellent qualities in the Lord of the Mist.

Even if everyone says it is not good, it is good to him.

He has to admit this relationship.

This time, he wants to put an end to this relationship.

The morning mist covered the hillside at this time.

Looking at the gray morning mist, he couldn't tell whether it was redemption or abyss.

The figure passed by, and a glimmer of crystal light fell in the mist.

...

Outside the old city.

Feng Qi stood at the gate of the city, looking at the towering walls of the Old City.

"Wait for me to wander, take my head away."

The captain of the Scarlet Squad standing behind him heard it and nodded solemnly:

"We are ready."

Feng Qi relaxed his suppression of his mental power at this time.

In an instant, a crack appeared on his body surface, and his mental body shone brilliantly through the cracks in his body.

The flesh only lasted for a moment before it was completely broken by the mental body.

The flesh and blood fell apart, and the mental body filled with seven-color mottled energy emerged from it.

At this time, he reached out and grabbed the head that fell from the air, and then threw it to the members of the Scarlet Squad standing behind him.

Turning around and looking at the Old City again, his body suddenly floated into the air.

He was going to take back the miracle bracelet now.

This was the only gift from the Lord of the Mist, and it was also his last farewell to the Lord of the Mist.

When Feng Qi's mental body appeared above the Old City.

The terrifying mental power fluctuations alarmed the forces in the Old City.

They looked up at the sky and saw the colorful glare as dazzling as the sun.

This sacrifice line is over, and a new plot is unfolding.

The story of the Lord of the Mist is not over yet, after all, so much has been laid, right?