It's all about the protagonist's luck, so why is there such a big difference?
It was clear that the other party was bound to die, but they were always able to escape with their lives one after another.
Look at yourself again. There is no time when you have not relied on your own strength to win through hard work. Occasionally, the protagonist's halo appears, but it is also accompanied by great side effects. When bad luck happens, there is no time when it can help you.
Escape.
It’s okay not to have this halo of the protagonist.
Just as Wan Lei gritted his teeth, he suddenly felt a vibration in his sea of consciousness, as if he had received a wave of emotion.
This feeling is like dissatisfaction.
Immediately, he understood what was causing trouble.
"Protagonist Halo, you're still not convinced when I tell you that you can't do it? You see, others have better luck than you, and yet you are the only protagonist of the endless universe, Halo. Bah, you are not worthy of carrying someone's shoes."
The pulse in his sea of consciousness became even stronger, and the protagonist's halo seemed to be forcibly resisting scolding him.
"The same is the fate of the protagonist. If I want to kill him, he will run away. I can't kill him no matter what. He can run away every time. In other words, I have been failing and others have been succeeding. Can you do it, little brother?
, if it doesn’t work, leave my sea of consciousness and find someone else to work with.”
"If it weren't for...if I didn't want to be used by the dog author and become his puppet, how could I allow you and that little villain in the spiritual plane to have such unbridled luck!"
"What is the luck of a double-player villain?"
"He will die not long after he appears. His only function is to give things to the protagonist, that is, to give money to the boy."
"Oh, speaking of which, you are still a little hottie."
"Shut up!"
"Little trash."
"ah!!!"
"Xiao Pujie."
"You dare me to call me a little brat?! Being brat is the biggest insult to me!"
"do not you?"
"Okay, kid, keep your eyes open for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the protagonist's halo rushed out of Wan Lei's head and went straight to the head of Star Lord Li Yu.
The moment Lord Li Yu saw the protagonist's halo, he immediately lost all reason and could no longer care about escaping. He went crazy to catch the protagonist's halo.
However, his hand passed through the protagonist's halo again and again, but could not touch it.
And the invisible luck in his body was quickly absorbed by the protagonist's halo.
Taking advantage of the time when he was under control, Wan Lei controlled the Sword Immortal dharma body to rush over suddenly and cut off Star Master Li Yu's head with one sword.
After doing this, Wan Lei breathed a sigh of relief. The two dissipated the Sword Immortal Dharmakaya, and the protagonist's aura returned to Wan Lei's mind.
"Hey, Protagonist Halo, since you are so easy to use, when we are against someone in the future, you can directly come out to confuse the other party and let me hack the person to death. Have a happy cooperation, how about it?"
"no."
"Why?"
"The author won't let me."
"ah?"
"I've done everything, so what do I need you as the protagonist to do? Why don't you just push me all the way? How can you have the foreshadowing of being bullied? How can you be more excited? How can you get the joy of getting what you want after going through all the hardships?
?
How can readers resonate with you? If you don’t have any balls, who will read the book? Don’t expect me to take the initiative to help you, just give you some passive skills. It’s greedy.”
"Oh, this protagonist's halo is more addictive than me. I really thought this was a novel world."
Wan Lei smiled and shouted downwards,
"Clean the battlefield, collect prisoners in batches, hand over all the captured trophies, and then distribute them to the wounded and soldiers, hurry up."
Wan Lei glanced around the battlefield, and when he saw the huge war boat of Star Master Li Yu, his face burst into laughter.
With this, everyone no longer has to walk to the Great Wall. At this speed, we will definitely be able to fly there successfully.
Looking at the purple sea that had formed in the north, Wan Lei felt extremely heavy, fearing that one day he would walk too slowly and be swallowed by the sea water.
Now it's better, with the war boat and the big snake, they can fly over and enjoy themselves.
Wait, big snake? Monster?
How did this crazy demon lord put the living things into the storage bag?
You know, in this world, storage bags can only hold dead objects. They can also hold things like spiritual stones, magic weapons, elixirs, etc. However, if they are used to hold people or monsters, they will definitely be squeezed by the space inside.
Pressed to death.
After all, the storage bag is a kind of space technology. It squeezes a small space into a bag and then seals it. It is fine for storing dead things, but living things cannot bear it at all.
Either the person died or the storage bag was broken.
Wan Lei flew to the body of Mad Demon Lord, first cut off his head and put it into a storage bag, and then tore off the opponent's storage bag.
This storage bag looks like it's made of leather, but I don't know how it's made.
On one side is the character Qian and on the other is the character Kun.
"This should be made from the skin of the Azure Sky Python and the demon pill. The Azure Sky Python itself has the talent of space, and its belly can accommodate all things.
He often swallows weak little snakes into his belly and then releases them when they grow up. I think he took advantage of this characteristic to create a storage bag that can accommodate monsters."
Fang Xiaoyu explained at the side.
"This is good. The holy beasts no longer have to run around on the ground. People can get on the battle boat and the black python, and all the monsters can be put into the storage bag. When the battle comes, they can be released directly. It's exciting just thinking about it."
The war was over, but people did not relax, but became even busier.
This place is two hundred thousand miles south.
Two very large tribes are fighting fiercely.
"Liu Qinglin, don't go too far. For the sake of the Liu family, I don't want to be your enemy. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
A middle-aged monk wearing white clothes and exuding endless air of frost shouted angrily at a haggard old man in front of him.
"Bei Camwu, this is the rule of this secret realm. If you want to get out, you have to kill me. Likewise, if I want to get out, I have to kill you. What is there to say?"
"Hmph, if I really fight it out, I may not lose to you. Even if I really die, I can still severely injure you. When the time comes, I'm afraid you will become someone else's loser."
"What nonsense? If you have the ability to beat me, I will naturally not say anything. If you have the ability, you can go find the little thief Wan Lei and buy a head. I'm just afraid that you will give him one more head.
A human head.”
"Humph, I don't know what kind of conspiracy that kid used. He managed to kill those three losers Huo Liuli by luck, and he also met Nanmu who was alone, so he succeeded by chance.
If I take action, how can he survive?"
Just as Bei Hanwu finished speaking, a voice spread throughout the entire place where he controlled his destiny.
"Wan Lei, Fang Xiaoyu, killed the Mad Demon Lord, Star Master Li Yu, and the total number of heads was six.
There are currently nine Mahayana monks left on the field."
A voice, like a thunderbolt from the blue, made everyone in the place where they controlled their lives freeze on the spot.