A bloody beam of light rose into the sky, and as the invisible force field spread in the clouds and waves, the black giant dragon that was still standing was shattered into dust due to the impact.
The moonlight of the eternal night is also surging and setting off ripples in this tornado attack, and the cloud waves in the fairyland are turbulent.
As the tornadoes continued to gather, a black, slightly ethereal dragon shadow emerged from the wind and waves.
Like fog and smoke.
Just locking the consciousness with the great spiritual power, the dragon soul that was shattered and disappeared in the blood-colored light pillar reappeared in the void, and the shattered dragon body was also recast in the strong wind.
When the dragon soul and the dragon body meet, a chemical reaction occurs that is one plus one, which is greater than 20,000.
Just facing each other at this distance can put unimaginable pressure on people.
Compared with the previous reincarnations, the candle dragon condensed this time seems to be more solid and larger.
A five-toed giant claw protruded from the smoke-like body and slowly extended into the cloud waves.
As if holding something, the giant claw twitched slightly.
There was a muffled thunder in the sky.
That is the direction of Changying's charred wood.
As the giant claw was pulled out, a bright light green long sword with seven blades on the left and right sides of the blade slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.
Master Xianfeng, who had half of his body shattered by the black and white world, stared blankly at this scene.
All of this has already gone out of his plan.
Zhulong pulled out seven knives and held the blades upright in front of him.
With just a slight shake, the scorched dust on the blade suddenly exploded with the strong wind.
Zhulong extended his claws to shake the knife out of the air, and a deafening sound was heard in the air. The cloud waves in Xianxiang were shattered by the knife wielded in the air, and the traces spread hundreds of feet.
Just the pressure of the sword swung at will is enough to be as powerful as the full force blow of the fake Sakura Dragon before.
The pressure of the candle dragon is like an abyss or a prison.
Seeing the scene happening in front of him, Master Xianfeng suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, feeling an indescribable feeling of powerlessness in his heart.
It was not that she succumbed to pure power, but her soul was shattered like glass when she confronted the power of the candle dragon. Everything she had done for hundreds of years was as fragile as an egg hitting a stone in front of the candle dragon that reappeared in the world.
generally.
It's so helpless that it's a bit ridiculous.
Han Baiyi looked at the scene happening in front of him. He was startled at first, and then became sluggish for a while.
He looked at the candle dragon as if it were a god,
He watched the Immortal Peak Master fall to his knees helplessly,
He looked at Feng like a bird trapped in amber, always maintaining the same posture as the moment he committed suicide.
He just watched.
Nothing was accomplished.
Over and over in my mind, Feng's smile at the moment of committing suicide reappeared like a flashback.
That was a very gentle smile.
Even though he was in the prison-like power of Zhulong Ruyuan, his heart did not waver at all.
He stood there blankly, as if in a daze.
He pulled out his knife and headed in the direction of Zhulong.
The fake Miko, no, it should be Kaede.
This is a girl who has always been full of kindness towards this cruel world.
Even though she had to face an extremely bloody environment and a life-or-death battle between Long and Yin since she was born, she always had a reverence for the word death.
rather than numbness.
Han Baiyi fell in love with Mi Niang when she was playing games.
After learning the truth, although I had a certain resistance to the role of Miko, I even felt disillusioned after the truth about the character.
But after many, many contacts, I discovered that people can't just look at one side.
She is always struggling to survive.
Even if you know your death date.
Until now, Han Baiyi's head was still buzzing, as if he had a concussion.
All I could see was Maple's smile.
"...Wolf, I like your world very much."
Although her voice was very low at that time, revealing a weakness coming from her bones, Han Baiyi could hear her clearly.
This may be the sentence he heard most clearly in his life.
"...I...have lived for more than twenty years, and I still don't dare to say that I like this world."
Han Baiyi lowered his head, his voice was muffled, and his nose was a little blocked.
It was as if Feng's face had crossed the distance between games and reality, life and death, and appeared in front of him.
The long knife was held tightly in his hand.
In front of him was the bloody light pillar that completely enveloped Feng.
As the body of the candle dragon took shape little by little, the blood-colored light pillar also turned from virtual to solid, and from the original nothingness, it condensed little by little like icicles on the eaves of a house in winter.
Then, it was incorporated into Zhulong's body.
The black smoke suddenly expanded like an explosion, completely swallowing the bloody crystal pillar.
Feng's figure also melted into it and disappeared.
Han Baiyi said nothing, but his eyes were slightly red.
If you look carefully, you will see that the whites of his eyes, which have long been condensed into spiritual eyes, have ferocious streaks of blood.
On the arm holding the handle of the knife tightly, veins bulged, and the streamlined muscles under the skin were clearly exposed.
Until this moment, Han Baiyi suddenly felt a little stupid.
Ever since he was a child, he had always relied on the word "rude" to pass the game. How come he started to use his brain after entering the game? Is he a skilled person?
Although his heart was furious, his mind calmed down abnormally, and he quickly summarized the resources he had now.
What kind of reincarnation blacksmithing plan, boss weakness summary, timeline adjustment progress points, and a hundred ways to use it while still, throw them all away!
No more!
They are all fucking weaklings!
Tsai wins a batch!
Playing games is nothing more than a word of recklessness. If you can’t be too reckless, then go to death. If you can’t die anyway, if you still can’t, just add money! Then continue to be reckless!
The same is true in the real world.
Use your fucking brain!
Stop moving!
Han Baiyi felt that he was mentally retarded. Krypton gold was his old profession. The fifty thousand points of inspiration he obtained from killing the white snake were still sitting on the panel. Should he throw them in there to give birth to babies?!
[Inspiration point: 50112]
Han Baiyi looked at the numbers on the panel and suddenly recalled his arrogance and arrogance when he was a member of the Moonlight Student Party but did not hesitate to place orders for each new game.
[Ingenuity Points +10000]
【Use all】
【Life is like a play】
[Effect: Points are judged during each personal consumption process, and a consumption reduction of 1% to 20% is obtained]
[Consumption reduction: 6%]
[Actual consumption: 9400]
A huge spiritual machine appeared in mid-air. It was bursts of light blue flames that were almost solid. Light balls appeared out of thin air and plunged into his body without giving him any time to react.
Han Baiyi felt as if his internal organs were burning, but his brain remained absolutely awake.
Compared to the time before I entered this world, when I could use hundreds of spiritual machines at once and it would be painful to die, I felt like I was a completely different person.
Moreover, severe pain brings about equally huge changes.
Breathing is long, vision is close to stillness, all changes in the body appear extremely clear, and the drastic changes caused by power and reaction are perfectly controlled in a short period of time, without any leakage of power.
The improvements brought about by inspiration are all-round.
Strength, speed, flexibility, reaction, control.
Everything Han Baiyi owned was sublimated in an instant.
Even the world in my eyes seems to have changed.
Such a huge change, although it did not bring about changes in physical control, it caused certain psychological changes in Han Baiyi who clearly perceived all this.
"A mere candle dragon..."
He took a deep breath.
The whole body is surrounded by the flames of the spiritual structure.
Zhulong, whose body had already condensed, seemed to feel something, and he waved the seven knives in his hand.
It felt like thunder in my ears.
The seven knives pierced the cloud waves and drew a white arc in the air. The moment the blades broke through the sound barrier, the air formed two white edges separated like waves on both sides of the seven blades.
No sound could be heard, because the speed of the knife had already exceeded the sound.
Flirting on the blade.
A simple and seemingly random movement by Zhulong made the entire fairyland seem to be turned upside down. The path picked up by the blade shattered into a continuous vacuum. After the blade passed through, the air began to exert pressure again.
It surged into this blank space, forming a straight white waterfall in the air.
With just such a casual knife, the clouds in the entire fairyland were split into two pieces. The Changying tree, which formed the coiled dragon's scorched wood, was swept to pieces in the violent wind and waves, and was mixed with the wind and waves and dissipated inch by inch.
Along with the hurricane, there were continuous sounds, dull and explosive roars like bursts of black clouds and hidden thunder.
That was a late sonic boom.
If an ordinary person stood in the path of that knife, the sound alone could shock him to death.
Because Master Xianfeng was standing at a side, he just stared at this scene in a daze, and a thought that could be called cold flashed through his mind uncontrollably.
'Is this... the power of the Exalted One?'
'What I...have been coveting is actually this kind of power...'
The wind and waves surged, sweeping everything.
The entire sea of clouds seemed to be turned upside down, and everything in sight was overturned and smashed until nothing was left.
Like smoke and mist, covered in pitch black, the candle dragon, as high as a real god, felt nothing about it.
This is the loneliness that belongs to God alone.
Mortals should do this when faced with the power of God.
Because of this, it didn't even bother to say another word, it just swept it away.
Everything will be pure.
However, a black light suddenly bloomed in the wind and waves.
The huge black sphere expanded and contracted, leaving a hallucinatory afterimage in the sky. In the wind sweeping through the cloud waves, an extremely abrupt hole suddenly appeared.
There seemed to be a hint of 'surprise' in Zhulong's red eyes.
Master Xianfeng, who was staying far away, had a face full of fear and fear, using all the exaggerated expressions to express the incredible feeling in his heart.
Han Baiyi's face was expressionless.
Walking from the void, step by step towards the so-called 'noble one' in front of you.
"Is that all?"
His whole body was burning with spiritual fire, and the skin on his body was cracked inch by inch under the impact of the spiritual energy that had reached its limit.
Han Baiyi seemed to have completely lost his sense of pain, just holding the knife and looking at Zhulong in front of him.
Step gently.
Go forward step by step.
Behind him, there was a continuous sea of fire that was burning due to little leaks of ideas.