Perhaps due to the massive loss of space spiritual power, Boom actually had visions. He was very sure that he did not enter the weird illusion (the realm of God) again, otherwise he would definitely be able to achieve something.
Harvest.
These days, in order to maintain the form of the psychic spear, he ended up with a shortage of space psychic power in his body.
Under the situation where his body was continuously overloaded, and under the situation where Boom was reluctant to use the spare psychic power stored in the black wood flower, he finally could no longer hold on, and the psychic spear in his hand declared
He collapsed, and he himself was vomiting blood and his face was pale.
The dense mist completely dissipated, and the entire consciousness space began to twist and deform. Only the twelve demon beast lords floating in the sky and the six illusions behind them continued to remain unmoved.
The sea of flowers completely disappeared, replaced by a scene that made Boom burst with anger. Boom could no longer keep calm, although he also understood that everything he saw at the moment was just an illusion.
First of all, I saw my mentor Christine. This mixed-blood elf, who was originally extremely elegant, is now constantly exuding dark psychic power, or it may be said that she is suffering from a psychic disorder.
Finally, Christine's vision looked up at Boom, as if she was about to say something, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, stuck in her throat forever, and disappeared without a trace.
Hastur didn't even think about it when he saw this, and immediately planned to transform his left hand into a recurve bow. Knowing that Christine was his only relative, he naturally couldn't just watch her die.
In the end, Hastur's left hand exploded directly, and the poisonous psychic power in his body violently vented outwards. As the master of the soul butterfly, he was in a tragic situation with the fierce poison eroding his bones. p>
Alberto silently watched his lover die in front of him. He first turned to look at Gloria, and then returned to his true form without any hesitation.
But the strange pale pink mist could not touch Hastur at all. Instead, it all returned to Alberto's body, causing him to twitch and tremble.
In the end, Alberto still struggled to crawl to his lover, and could no longer protect him as he had millions of years ago. This was the first time that Alberto lost the smile on his face, and it was also the last time.
As a driver of wood psychic power, Perseus naturally couldn't turn a blind eye when he saw his companions dying one after another. He took a step forward, but he was trying to cast some powerful wood spell.
In the end, the World Tree tattoo behind Perseus flickered with fluorescence and began to grow wildly. At Perseus's current level, it seemed that he could not bear the rapid growth of the World Tree tattoo, and finally a seed sprouted in his heart.
, and swallowed it up after a while.
Gloria still had the same cold look, and her beautiful indigo eyes reflected the tragic situation of her companions. She paused and held the small black parasol in her hand, surrounded by blood mist.
In the end, the ten blood servant knights did not attack any enemies. Instead, they all rebelled and attacked Gloria, the master. For some reason, Gloria was unable to use any moves at all.
Torn to pieces by his own slaves.
Only Rikka was left in the consciousness space, who was still standing not far away. The little girl ignored her companions from beginning to end, but just stared at her brother Boom so quietly.
Finally, when the last petal in the consciousness space fell to the ground, the little girl began to behave strangely. First, her indestructible tan skin gradually peeled off, and then she began to vomit blood, and she no longer had the innocent happiness she usually had.
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That was an expression she had never shown before. Liuhua looked at her brother Boom with a wry smile, and finally collapsed bit by bit until it turned into a handful of powder.
This series of mutations only happened in an instant. At least before Boom could recover, all his "companions" were dead.
Unable to keep his breathing even, Boom wanted to run to his "companions" to see if he could save a few more. However, his legs suddenly lost consciousness, like stone sculptures buried deep in the soil.
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Boom raised his hand to summon the black wood flower, but his lips trembled a few times, but he could not even utter a syllable. At some point, he actually lost the ability to speak, let alone chanting any space.
It's a magic spell, and I can't even call my companions by their names.
I don’t understand, I don’t understand what this is like at all. Boom feels that since this is his spiritual space, at least he will not touch his bottom line again and again. After all, no matter how miserable those "companions" are, they are
It will not affect oneself in this world.
But Boom had never known that after the "Great Demon Realm" collapsed, the consciousness space would be equivalent to an ownerless thing. Unless Boom could recreate a training space with his own hands, what awaited him would be again and again.
A mental torture.
Once upon a time, a sage from the ancient magic age said: There is a certain "spiritual law" in this world, which is the shackles used by the gods to restrain all spirits and the last barrier set up by the Creator.
It is said that as long as professionals can finally reach the peak, they will be qualified to create a perfect spiritual space on their own. And once they establish their own divine space, the divine realm will also be integrated with it.
In one body.
And even in that case, the probability that the magician can transform again is very slim. In other words, that power should not exist in the first place, just because it threatens the gods.
I can't move an inch, I can't restore my spiritual power through dragon crystal, I can't recite space spells, and I can't control the black wood flower.
Streams of blood gushed out from Boom's lips. He hoped to use the severe pain to break free. After all, he had said before that he would never tolerate any more harm to his companions at any time, regardless of illusion or body.
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But what disappointed Boom was that no matter what method he tried, he couldn't move forward. In the end, his eyes fell on his own hand, or something that was not completely his own. p>
Perhaps it was due to this period of dedicated penance that Boom unexpectedly condensed a psychic spear when he was emotionally excited. Although it still looked so vague, it has now become Boom's last...
A hole card.
His throat was twitching slightly, and Boom, who was supposed to be roaring to the sky, was now a little funny, like a mime performer.
Boom held the psychic spear carefully, not counting the space psychic power in his body, hoping to get even a hint of response.
The corner of Boom's eyes was always fixed on the black wood flower. He hoped that his old friend could help him, even if he could provide a little bit of psychic power.
Time passed by minute by second, but to Boom's disappointment, nothing in the consciousness space had changed. Except for the psychic spear in his hand, which was not exuding flickering fluorescence, it could no longer be felt.
Any space psychic power.
It's as if the four basic psychic powers are no longer close to Boom, as if Boom is no longer a great space magister, and has reduced to his original appearance, that bug wandering around in the dark alleys of King Augu City. But in the present world, the little girl sleeping soundly beside him frowned slightly, as if she had a premonition that something bad was going to happen to her and her brother.
Rikka's little hands were seen tightly holding the corner of Boom's black robe, as if she didn't want to lose each other, didn't want to experience life and death again, and just wanted everything to be normal when Boom opened his eyes.