Terrifying explosions continue to occur on the sea surface.
Tens of meters or even dozens of meters of sea water agitated, exuding astonishing power.
On the small island, Jiang Zhiyu frowned, with worry written all over her face.
At this time, Sisi, who was wearing a pair of black stockings, walked up with cat steps, and then said quietly: "I've been fighting for three days and three nights, and I'm still so strong~"
Jiang Zhiyu: "..."
Seeing Jiang Zhiyu not speaking, Sisi raised her eyebrows and continued: "Don't worry, since Tian Wu has taken action, Su Mu will be fine."
"Well... I can break a few bones at most, it won't be a big problem."
Jiang Zhiyu: "..."
Standing here, you can see Sumu on the sea, entangled with evil spirits, launching fierce attacks on Tianwu again and again.
But there are no exceptions to the outcome.
Even though Sumu's combat power was at an all-time high at this time, he was still blasted into the sea again and again against Tianwu, who symbolized invincibility.
Even though he was far away, he could still see that Su Mu's hand was bent, and then he turned it back forcefully, and then continued to attack.
The sunken chest also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye due to that amazing ability.
At this time, as long as Sumu does not receive a fatal attack, it is like a perpetual motion machine.
With unlimited power, the body can recover quickly from non-fatal injuries.
But at the same time, he also suffered unimaginable pain.
…
Tian Wu has already explained the current situation in advance.
Because killing the Ghost King requires using the power of the Death Bone Knife, and Su Mu, who has not yet fully mastered the Bone Knife, will be counterattacked by the evil aura in the Bone Knife.
According to normal development, Sumu will turn into an irrational and bloodthirsty monster. Finally, his will will be completely replaced and he will become a puppet controlled by the power of death.
The only solution is to keep fighting Su Mu.
In this way, he consumes the power of death in his body and all kinds of extreme negative emotions in his heart.
Until he completely collapsed and could get rid of the influence of the bone knife.
But this is not a 100% sure method.
Sumu is very likely to be overwhelmed and die before his power is exhausted, and in this case he will become a death puppet.
Although the battle is still fierce now, no one knows what the outcome will be.
Jiang Zhiyu could only watch like this at this time, praying constantly in his heart...
Apart from that, there was nothing she could do.
Even if she wanted to help, she couldn't.
…
Su Mu attacked Tian Wu repeatedly like crazy.
Gradually, the scene in front of me was blurred by the blood mixed with sea water.
The picture is distorted.
Turned scarlet.
become dark.
Finally, it became bright again.
sacred.
It's like a new world.
That is a mountain.
That is a sea.
It was a world of mountains and seas.
It seems as if I have jumped out of the world, but still in the world.
The sky is surrounded by soaring clouds, and the sky is filled with rays of light.
The path winds up.
The waterfall flies down.
There are countless rare and exotic animals.
The chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers linger around me.
An ancient mountain and sea.
At the end of the path, there was a figure.
That's an old man...
This old man is so familiar.
Finally, Su Mu recognized this old figure.
he is……
The old village head of Xinshou Village.
The old village chief was leaning on a cane in one hand and holding melon seeds in the other, and his wrinkled mouth moved.
As if to say.
"Warrior, we are waiting for you here."
"..."
"..."
Behind the old village chief, many new figures gradually appeared.
Cute and pure little flowers.
Blacksmith carrying a sledgehammer.
The charm remains in the pharmacist.
And Jin Lian holding sesame seed cakes...
The sassy female warrior Xueluo.
The dusty demon-slaying pioneer.
The owner of the hot spring shop in Winter City.
A mount merchant who has been losing money.
The elf in the teleportation tower...
There are many, many more.
At this moment, Su Mu saw hundreds of NPCs in the apocalypse.
But soon, the picture was distorted again and collapsed.
At the last moment when the scene disappeared, Su Mu saw a slightly petite figure walking out of the crowd.
She was wearing a simple vest, her hair was a little disheveled, her loose trousers were rolled up, and her feet were bare.
A clear singing voice sounded.
"When the sun comes out, Luo'er, I'm beaming with joy~"
"Pick up the shoulder pole and pull it, just pull it, get on with it, Ororo~"
Many memories flowed out with the singing.
In an instant, all kinds of negative emotions that occupied Su Mu's consciousness were swallowed up.
The image completely disappeared.
Replaced by endless darkness.
But the song seemed to come through the void and lingered in my ears.
At the end, there is a familiar "greeting".
"Do you need me to help you fix it?"
"..."
"..."
"August……"
…
This time, Su Mu failed to launch another attack.
Instead, he let Tian Wu's last attack sink towards the bottom of the sea.
At this moment, although Su Mu had no clear consciousness, his body was the most relaxed he had ever felt...
No need to fight.
No need to level up.
There is no need to conquer hidden copies.
No need to worry about penetration crisis.
There is no need to clear the invasion scene.
Don't worry about global leagues.
There is no need to consider the safety of others.
There is no need to fear the apocalypse.
Let the sea swallow you up.
Let your mind be empty.
Let it sink to the bottom of the sea.
Let everything return to zero...
…
…
However, someone finally pulled him up.
Leave this rough sea.
to accomplish what he must accomplish.
To face the future he must face.
To illuminate the darkness he must illuminate.
To erode the light he must erode!
…
"Su Mu, your mission is not completed yet."
…
…
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.
Six days have passed since the Ghost King attack.
It was also the sixth day that Su Mu left them for the second time.
Fengshen Base is undergoing busy and intense reconstruction work.
At the same time, tomorrow is the day for the funeral of the 97 people who died at the base.
Ninety-seven people were sacrificed in exchange for the fame of Fengshen Valley and Fengshen Base.
There are countless people trying to establish relationships these days.
There are so many people who want to be included in the base that they cannot be counted.
Although Su Mu said before, whether the development of the base is high-profile or not, let it take its course.
But in this situation, although there is an endless stream of people coming, there are even many camping tents around the base.
But it’s not what everyone wants to see.
…
In one area of the base, ninety-seven ice coffins are neatly placed.
The sobbing and crying had lasted for six days and nights.
Among them are the voices of Wan'er and others, as well as the voices of other partners, and most of them are the family members and parents of the ninety-seven victims.
Life is full of different things, but life, separation and death are all different.
As the second-in-command of Fengshen Valley, Wan'er could only hold back the grief and anger in her heart to appease others.
At this time, Dong Hui, Jiang Qi, and Su Tianyang were also present.
Even Yang Hongshan came early to attend the funeral tomorrow.
Although more than these people died this time, in a sense, it was Fengshen Base that solved this incident.
In reality, Wan'er sacrificed herself to save others, and then Su Mu made a shocking appearance.
When the crisis was resolved and there was no threat to life, no one said anything about Wan'er, let alone why Su Mu didn't show up in advance.
Perhaps this is due to imperial propaganda, but under stable circumstances, the dark side of human nature will naturally be hidden.
Even those people have admitted that they are sanctimonious.
…
Footsteps sounded.
A slightly thin figure walked slowly from outside.
He looked so handsome in a black suit.
He stopped in front of the ninety-seven coffins and bowed deeply.
Then he looked at Wan'er, who was wearing pear blossoms and raining flowers, and let out a long breath.
