The mantis complements the cicada, and the oriole follows. The most important reason why humans can survive to this day is wisdom.
The wolf monster and the monster transformed by the bishop discovered Dongchen. The wolf monster was roaring, and the few remaining fingers of the monster were like ropes strangling the wolf monster's neck, and its four fangs bit the shoulder. The wolf monster broke free from the chain with one sharp claw.
The claws with huge scars were on the monster's head. The two monsters were fighting each other, and no one had the intention to let go.
The sharp tail covered with barbs suddenly pierced the lower body, feeling a foreign object enter the soft body. The wolf monster's eyes bulged, and it screamed miserably. The tearing and penetrating attack made it scream out loud.
Dongchen seemed not to notice.
He just silently searched for the remains of the steering wheel and put all the items that seemed useful into the pockets he prepared in advance.
The monster kept staring at Dongchen, with cloudy and fierce eyes, and an inexplicable smile.
Finally, Dongchen stopped.
Singing the mantra, he slowly plucked the sword, the blade glowed with cold light, and the blood flames burst into flames. A flash of silvery white shone, and the monster was happy, as if he was not the one who was going to die.
The wolf monster struggled desperately.
One leg broke free from the shackles of the chain and folded aside with tumbling flesh and blood. This was the price.
Ta! Ta!
One sword is a life, and a life is only one sword.
kill!
The blood-red curved blade slashed across with silvery white traces of light. The wolf monster hung its head slumped and could not rest in peace until it died. The monster loosened its claws and fell down.
Half of the sword hilt fell from the air. The monster looked at the cross mark on it and closed his eyes with a smile.
Dots of light rose from the corpse, blood red and silver, surrounding Dongchen. It was comfortable, enjoyable and joyful!
The body was suspended in mid-air unknowingly, with broken hair fluttering, and clothes moving automatically without wind. Dongchen felt power, endless power, filling every corner of his body, making people feel full and unable to stop.
A powerful feeling filled his heart, as if he could destroy everything with just one hand. Although he knew that this was just an illusion of a sudden increase in power, Dong Chen couldn't help but roar to the sky.
Roars of satisfaction echoed in the room one after another.
Before the proud roar dissipated, the pain that appeared quietly began to gradually increase.
Blood-red killing energy, silver-white soul energy. Dongchen is only at the fourth level of the elementary level, and he has just realized the energy not long ago. In addition, the killing energy is special and cannot be compressed and purified in the Dantian meridians. Dongchen
What Chen was worried about inevitably happened due to the energy impact of the earth-level wolf monster...
Energy is still pouring into the body bit by bit, and it cannot be cut off or stopped.
It is impossible for a person to become fat in one breath, let alone to rise to the heavenly level like a rocket.
A water tank cannot contain a lake, let alone an ocean.
Swelling, pain, and tearing.
Dongchen felt as if he had become a firecracker, and the energy mass outside his body was the fuse.
"what to do?"
When the oriole ate the poisonous mantis, Dongchen felt aggrieved. Instead of dying at the hands of the wolf monster, he pushed himself to death for taking advantage. This was really embarrassing.
Time is still passing by minute by minute...
The surging energy broke through the cells, and the red blood overflowed from the pores. Together with the murderous aura outside, Dongchen turned into a complete monster. Coupled with the silvery soul energy, Dongchen looked like a monster from the outside.
Where is the person like me?
At the moment of crisis, the dark cyan and golden secret talismans suddenly appeared, suppressing the evil energy.
After getting this chance to breathe, Dongchen was like a drowning man, grabbing the last straw. Without thinking, he bit his lips and gathered his energy to sing the mantra:
Nawu, Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!
One time can't be done three times, and three times can't be done five times.
The energy that almost drove Dongchen to death finally found a window to vent.
However, things did not end simply.
As soon as the murderous aura subsided, the soul energy waiting for an opportunity outside surged in.
Unlike the violence of the killing energy, the soul's energy is inherently cold.
The boiling oil was poured with cold water, and as soon as the energy of the soul entered his body, Dongchen felt as if he was instantly blown into pieces.
Large swaths of blood and broken flesh rushed into the energy mass.
Gray bones were exposed everywhere on his body, and Dong Chen completely lost his human form. His eyes exploded, and his flesh and blood flew away. Except for the skeleton, which was still intact, Dong Chen's internal organs were completely shattered in an instant.
If it weren't for the constraints of the strange runes, Dongchen might have died directly.
"I can't die!"
Images flowed through my mind like water.
Responsibility, hatred, trust from relatives, and waiting from teammates.
Together they became Dongchen’s hope for survival.
"I am not fighting alone."
The empty eye sockets were burning with blood flames, and as the blood drained out of the face without muscles, a crystal skull appeared.
This drama is said to be a strange bone left behind by the prehistoric Mayans. It exudes a ruby white light and has a strange holiness.
White bones, holy light, and blood flames intertwined together, mapping the entire underground space brilliantly and brilliantly.
Brilliant colors rise from Dongchen's feet.
At this point, Dongchen has sacrificed everything.
He was not willing to die. He had too many things yet to be completed and too many responsibilities to shoulder. He could not die.
The two major sources of power, the Broken Sword and the Crystal Skull, are located in the head. As the upper Dantian exists, Dongchen wants to make one last bet. If he succeeds, he may not be able to survive. If he fails, he will die here.
The energy soaring into the sky swirled upward like a storm, leaving only a few flesh and blood skeletons of Dongchen standing motionless in the center of the storm.
One glance for thousands of years.
A firm will is enough to conquer anything.
The dilapidated body gradually became covered with a layer of gleaming light.
The gray bones and muscles grew bit by bit, strange tubes spread from the top of the head downwards, and the empty abdominal cavity shone brightly.
Success?
Maybe, yes.
Dongchen, whose clothes were falling gently and in pieces, looked at the bag beside him and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt helpless: "What has happened to me?"
There are no meridians, no Dantian, and even some organs have mutated. For example, these eyes.
There seems to be no difference in appearance, but when you mention the energy, you can see the soul and blood. The blood-red and silver-white light is so attractive.
With a gentle step, the sharp blade that fell to the ground disappeared instantly.
Illusive figures appeared at the corner next to several monsters ready to take advantage.
The moonlight flashed past and the light group rose.
He tightened the five fingers of his right hand holding the sword, turned around and walked back to the hall. Dongchen looked at the wolf monster calmly.
The flesh and blood flew away, and the sharp blade sliced through the chest. He rummaged around, frowned slightly, and with a twist of his wrist, Dongchen split the wolf monster's head open.
A blue crystal the size of a goose egg, covered with red threads, has a strange beauty. This is Jingyuan, a blue crystal that evolves to red. It is purple, red, blue, white and black. The wolf monster can live underground for more than thirty years without eating it.
Drink, it plays a vital role.
As expected, the unexpected gain slightly diluted the worries in his heart. Dongchen put the crystal in his pocket, took one last look at the monster transformed by the bishop, turned around, picked up his bag and walked into the alleyway.
Behind him, there was a pool of blood, and half of the sword hilt lay there alone. This time, no one would touch it again, until...forever.
"Huh...it's time to go back."
There was a sigh and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.