Everyone could hear DeRosa taking a deep breath. Duroken looked at each other and whispered, "It's a creature with the instinct to breathe."
Breathing is a very instinctive action. Anthony is an undead soul reincarnated by humans. He was later reincarnated into an undead creature and then into a human being. He was reincarnated dozens of times. He has always maintained this instinct. He usually does not do it deliberately, but he loses control of his emotions.
When the time comes, I can’t help but do it.
The same goes for Nigris, and most undead creatures reincarnated from humans are no exception.
But Ange doesn't do that. He is a native undead creature and does not have the instinct to breathe. No matter how shocked he is, he can only tilt his head at most, and the same goes for the little zombies.
But the little angel is different. Although she doesn't need to breathe, she will inhale when she is angry and puff herself up. She is very cute and others can tell she is angry just by looking at her.
DeRosa couldn't help but inhale, which meant that this instinct existed in his most primitive memory. In this way, he could be eliminated from the original undead creatures, void creatures, and lungless creatures.
DeRosa was really gasping because he was so tempted. If Ange took out anything else, DeRosa would not be so excited. Even if the energy he just lost was doubled, he would not be so excited.
Because he can save energy.
But what is the purpose of saving so much energy and projecting it in a very destructive way like a leap of faith?
A fulcrum is a fulcrum that can be anchored in this world, and the godhead is a fulcrum.
Why does he have this thing? Why does he know I want this thing?
Everyone could see DeRosa's struggle, but before he could make any move, the energy mass suddenly collapsed and disappeared in an instant.
"Huh? He ran away? What happened?" Everyone was stunned.
The moment Ange took out the godhead, he clearly felt that Derosa's mood was fluctuating violently. He looked like he wanted it very much, and then he ran away... ran away? This change is really baffling.
While everyone was looking at each other, Ange vaguely heard a voice: "Do you long for power? Do you long for wealth? What do you desire most? Come to me, I can satisfy all your desires.
"
This voice is actually full of temptation and has a kind of power to confuse people's hearts, but it is not effective on Ange, so it sounds like a turtle-footed actor reciting his lines, without any bewitching power at all.
Ange curiously extended his thoughts, and the voice immediately encouraged: "Yes, yes, that's it. Come on, come to me and show your desire. Here, all your desires can be satisfied -
-Huh!?"
At the end of the sentence, the voice was suddenly startled, as if it had seen an incredible scene.
A scene slowly unfolded in front of Ange. A huge river rolled down into the distance. The land was a gradient terrain. The highest was the mountain range, which was covered with trees. The most conspicuous and tall one was a World Tree, rolling in.
The big river originates from the location of the World Tree and rushes down.
The World Tree is surrounded by sacred trees, and elf bean vines are wrapped around the sacred trees. Some silkworm babies are pupating on the world tree, sacred trees, and elf bean vines.
Further down are jujube trees, breadfruit trees and other woody plants that Ange has seen, as well as herbaceous plants such as bamboo. There are also low-temperature plants such as sacred flowers and ice grass on the mountains.
Soul moss, holy mushrooms, and grave grass are clinging to the rocks. Further down the stairs are neatly planted with one or two crops, including tall tree rice, low swamp rice, saltwater magic rice, and strengthened magic rice.
rice.
Different echelons have different temperatures, and crops that are most adapted to this temperature are grown.
The river rushes to the middle section and merges into a large lake. There are a large number of planting boards floating on the lake, covered with soilless rice.
Clusters of seaweed flowers bloomed on the lake, white as snow, just like the earth after heavy snow.
DeRosa was confused by all this. What was going on? He was clearly trying to deceive people, pulling the other person's consciousness into his consciousness space, manifesting the desires deep in the other person's soul, and thus tempting the other person to rebel.
, why did you come to the field in the blink of an eye?
So neat, organized, and professional looking...
"I...this...this..." DeRosa felt incoherent for the first time. In the past, he embodied other people's desires, which were all luxurious palaces, treasure houses filled with treasures, and beds filled with bodies.
What is it about the dazzling array of food and other scenes that represent a farmland? Are there still people who want to farm?
When his eyes fell on Ange, he found that Ange was holding a scythe and staring at him angrily: "Turus! Burn my fields!" Then he rushed over with a rumble.
"What? Burn your fields? What Tulus, who is Tulus? I am not Tulus." DeRosa, who turned into a demon, was confused and quickly waved his hands to deny it.
However, he didn't care much about the scythe coming at him, and he wasn't even prepared to hide, because this was the space of consciousness, and the attack would not cause harm. He was just concerned about how he had turned into Tulus inexplicably, and who was Tulus?
However, when the tip of the sickle was about to touch him, a strong sense of danger arose in DeRosa's heart, which made his eyes widen and he leaned back as if he had been electrocuted.
His reaction speed was undoubtedly very fast, but the scythe that was supposed to pass through the tip of his nose stretched inexplicably and hooked onto his body accurately.
De Rosa's eyes flashed, and a huge force hooked him to a certain depth. A strong sense of crisis told him: break away quickly, break away quickly, otherwise he will be dead!
DeRosa struggled hard and felt a tearing pain in his mind, but the strong sense of crisis still made him endure the pain and struggled hard.
The scene in front of his eyes flashed forward quickly. DeRosa's thoughts quickly shrank towards his body. The only focus in front of him was a sickle and a pair of angry eyes.
In an unknown world, DeRosa, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly leaned back, rolled over from the back of the chair, and fell to the ground with a thud.
After being dizzy for a while, DeRosa got up from the ground and covered the left side of his face, grinning as if his teeth were hurting.
Although there was no injury on his face, his consciousness was aware of Ange's intention to slash him with the scythe. The death scythe actually caused damage to his mind, making him feel pain all over his face.
"Hiss - what kind of attack can actually hurt the mind? This is the first time that someone has been hurt in the conscious space. What kind of attack is this?" Suddenly thinking of something, DeRosa gasped again.
: "Hiss—scythe? Immortal Lord?"
Quietly left the hiding place, quietly sneaked to the edge, and quietly looked out. In the mist in the distance, a huge black shadow was walking slowly, watering from time to time, weeding from time to time, and sowing seeds from time to time. In the hands of the black shadow,
Also carrying a huge scythe.
As if sensing something, the black figure turned around to look, and there seemed to be two green lights flashing in the position of his eyes.
DeRosa's soul was about to freeze. He slowly closed his eyes, slowly retracted his head, and slowly crawled away.
"Zobada, that guy couldn't be a subordinate of the Immortal Lord, right? Isn't the boundary keeper Old Bones of Nirvana? Who is he?"