A gray streak of light appeared from the horizon, filling the entire fantasy world.
A swirling gray storm.
School, classmates, monsters, and hot rainstorms.
They all turned into gray airflow under the storm, and the entire space seemed chaotic and disorderly. Only Lin Yan and Wen Zhian were left standing.
And the gloomy black clouds in the sky.
"Ah-ah-ah"
The voice came from nowhere, and it felt like it was the voice of the world, expressing the pain of the world.
Black clouds were rolling violently.
Sometimes it rolls like huge waves, sometimes it is silent like an abyss.
Finally, it condensed into a tall black mist giant, with a back like a mountain, curved arms like a dragon, eyes like the sun, and hair like a coiled snake.
He stepped on the void, his body broke through the chaos, and the long black stick in his hand swept across the world with great power.
Swing the long stick down hard!
In Lin Yan's eyes, it blocked the sky and blocked the sun.
boom!
Black mist and illusory transparent light spots exploded, presenting a wonderful spectacle!
A transparent wall of light blocked in front of them.
The black mist giant kept swinging the long stick in his hand, but Lin Yan remained unmoved. This wall of light seemed to separate the two worlds, making the black mist giant's attacks come to nothing.
"Have you had enough fun?"
He said coldly: "When you've had enough fun, it's my turn."
In this illusion, Lin Yan's palace of thought was fully expanded, and he felt in his heart that he was like a god. The sun and moon could change at will, and everything could change according to his heart.
Rays of golden light were brewing behind him. This golden color was completely different from the golden eyes of a black cat. It gave people a sense of nobility originating from the soul. Even if they looked at it, they would only be afraid of blaspheming the sky.
The golden light revealed the outline of an illusory human figure. He was wearing golden armor and looked majestic.
The faint sound of ancient war drums could be heard in my ears.
Take off the bow and draw the arrow.
The golden-armored God of War put an arrow on the string and drew his bow like the moon. All the wisdom of heaven and earth seemed to be gathered on this arrow.
The black mist giant felt a huge sense of oppression, and the arrow pointed at it actually made it feel as if it was suffocating.
The black stick was waving like a desperate trapped animal.
Oh, it should be honored.
Yi chiseled his teeth in the fields of Chouhua, killed nine infants on the ferocious water, beat the strong wind in the swamp of Qingqiu, shot upwards for ten days and then went down to kill the scorpions, cut off and repaired the snakes in the Dongting, captured and sealed the swans in the mulberry forest.
Even if it was a creation derived from Lin Yan's fantasy, how could it be worthy of this arrow?
Zheng——
The arrow leaves the string.
At this moment, his golden illusory figure seemed to coincide with the sun, dazzling and dazzling, and was actually frozen in this eternal legend.
…
"It's finished."
"Get out of here."
You really can’t expand as a human being!
When the virtual palace was unfolding just now, Lin Yan felt that in this illusion, he was a god. He could cover the sky with one hand and create the world with a single thought.
I'll create one.
I just fantasized about creating a mythical character, and a wave of "Put out the sun" came, and now I can't stand still and my legs are shaking a little.
Wen Zhi'an supported him and asked with concern: "Lin Yan, what's wrong with you?"
What's wrong with me?
I'm very well!
I can shoot one more arrow!
Lin Yan's self-esteem as a good man used it to cover up his weakness and said: "It's nothing, just a little weak."
At this moment, all he needed to do was make a thought and the illusion would be shattered, but he was in no rush to do so.
Their figures suddenly appeared next to the fallen black mist giant, and a snow-white arrow pierced its forehead, the arrow body surrounded by white aura.
The black mist giant disintegrated and turned into a black cat again, with a bloodstain between his eyebrows.
The snow-white arrows also turned into light spots and disappeared.
Lin Yan knew that the black cat's soul had been shattered by that arrow and would soon die completely.
This is the fate it deserves.
Under this tide of beasts, thousands of soldiers died in battle. How innocent they were. And when they were active in the North District, how many people's bodies were lost because of them?
Crushing bones and raising ashes is not an exaggeration.
While it was dying, Lin Yan wanted to see what kind of secrets it held.
Under his gaze, the black cat became illusory in his eyes.
Huh?
There is?
He discovered that the black cat's spiritual body was engraved with strange spiritual imprints.
Lin Yan observed carefully and finally judged that this should be a method used by spiritual masters to control beasts.
He frowned and thought. According to his understanding, the spiritual master's method of controlling beasts is usually completed through "spiritual communication". This spiritual imprint may be a special inheritance.
He lacks understanding in this area and does not know its specific effects.
Lin Yan thought for a while and decided to test it. The mental brand was triggered, and the black cat twitched, making a painful whine like a blower.
The illusion is shattered.
Lin Yan's consciousness returned to reality. He was half-kneeling on the ground with his sword in his hand, and he felt blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
Wen Zhi'an also collapsed. She stood up and immediately ran to Lin Yan, gently wiping away his blood. Her pretty face was full of worry: "Are you okay?"
Lin Yan felt it himself, but the blood in his chest was a little turbulent, and he was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open: "It's nothing serious, it's just that the energy is too much, so I need to take a rest."
He tried to cheer up and looked at the dead black cat on the ground. Its body was twisted and its death was ugly. It looked like it had experienced great pain.
Lin Yan knew that this was because the spiritual brand was triggered.
Is this how the person behind the scenes controls the monsters?
He thought to himself.
Lin Yan just glanced at it, then passed the monster and walked towards the door leading to the safe passage.
He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
Damn it!
This door is also doped with Crow alloy and cannot be opened by one's own abilities while it is locked.
so tired.
His eyelids couldn't help but droop.
The reaction of exhaustion of mental energy came to him. He couldn't hold it anymore and needed to take a rest.
"The safe passage cannot be used."
"Go into the warehouse."
"Wait until I wake up."
He said these few words slowly and sleepily, then fell down. The moment his consciousness fell into sleep, he felt himself falling into a soft embrace.
…
In the laboratory.
The metal cage holding the gray orangutan has been opened. [Professor Wu] unplugged the pipes connected to the gray orangutan and injected medicine into the gray orangutan's arm.
"Wake up, my brother."
His voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by fire, and it was completely different from Professor Wu's voice.
The gray gorilla flicked his hand and then slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was a human being wearing a lab coat.
Its blood-red eyes stared at him closely, revealing its sharp fangs, and its body was ready to bite this human's neck in the next second.
"it's me."
[Professor Wu] said, the familiar voice made the gray orangutan stunned for a moment.
Then I saw that the human skin on [Professor Wu]’s face was cracked. There was no trace of blood inside, but instead a layer of gray-white smooth skin.
No eyes, no nose, no mouth.
An extremely horrific scene!
The gray orangutan suddenly became excited, held [Professor Wu's] hand with his big rough hands, put it on his face, and cried like a child.
[Professor Wu]’s face returned to normal again. He lovingly touched the gray orangutan’s head and comforted him:
"It doesn't matter."
"Don't cry, don't cry."
The voice was as sad as the cold wind under the Nine Netherworld: "Those who bully us must die!"