Black dragon claws like smoke fell from the sky and fell into the sea of clouds, causing a wave of air.
That is an arm of the so-called noble one.
Han Baiyi endured the severe phantom pain in his head, remaining silent and calm.
Turn around and swing the knife.
A black and white world, like a white line connecting heaven and earth, left its imprint on Zhulong's huge body.
Han Baiyi's eyes were red.
He is silent and calm.
But he is also impulsive and violent.
It's like a gambler who gets lucky and loses all his fortune in the end.
Rational thinking does not affect his emotional thinking.
At the moment when Feng committed suicide, he was angry, painful, sad, and guilty.
See yourself clearly.
He knows very well that he is essentially a stingy ordinary person who cannot tolerate the things he likes being taken away from him.
But he was so slow. It wasn't until Feng destroyed himself under that terrible pressure that he realized how ridiculous and boring the so-called 'opportunity' he thought he had planned was.
What kind of painful choices had she gone through before she made the choice to commit suicide when he was only so close to her.
Han Baiyi thought this way.
This is his own self-blame.
Since he has the ability to adjust the timeline, why couldn't he give Feng a happy ending?
So he began to regret it.
Compared with the pain at the moment when Feng chose to commit suicide, the suffering he endured now... was nothing more than that.
A strong sense of self-blame filled my heart, even overpowering the unclear phantom pain in my mind.
"roar"
The severe pain caused by the broken arm made Zhulong couldn't help but cry out. A dense black mist floated around the wound, as thick as blood.
Suddenly, he discovered that this ant that he had ignored out of sight actually possessed such terrifying power.
Consciousness affects judgment, and what was originally considered an appetizer for fun suddenly escalates into a life-and-death battle after being injured. Red eyes as big as wheels swept towards Han Baiyi at his feet. With one move from his remaining single claw, the thunder clouds were torn apart.
Part of it, golden thunder light shone and fell, like a downpour.
Han Baiyi stood still where he was.
When the golden lightning fell on his head, it was automatically twisted and absorbed by the huge magnetic field formed by the thunder plasma around him. The thunder and lightning that zigzagged the traditional air into the mortal world seemed to be the most obedient servant in front of him.
The dense thunder and lightning that poured down like a heavy rain fell on the top of his head, but there was no reaction at all. It was like real rain falling into his field, without any waves.
Han Baiyi turned around.
The spiritual fire and blazing thunder emanating from his body were mixed together, distorting as his body shape changed.
Obviously, just by moving at will, he can bring about changes in a large area around him. Although everything happened due to a temporary excess of inspiration, this scene alone gave him a background that was like a god or a demon.
Although, his body is so fragile.
Obviously, Zhulong also felt the majestic power contained in this small body. Facing the ant in front of him, all his methods had no effect at all.
As the ancestor of the undead, he didn't even understand how the other party transcended immortality.
This feeling of losing control made Zhulong feel scared.
Fear of uncertainty.
So, I closed my right eye.
When the right eye is closed, time and space rotate.
I saw that the light and shadow in front of me were reversed, and everything that could be seen turned upside down and rotated the moment my right eye was closed, like a vortex mixed with dyes of various colors, disordered in chaos.
After just a moment's pause, when Han Baiyi opened his eyes again, he was already in another place.
In front of him, a very tall figure with long pale hair tied into a braid and hanging behind him stood in front.
Cherry blossoms are falling all around.
That is the figure of the owl.
Han Baiyi recognized it at a glance.
At the same time, thoughts and voices that came out of nowhere suddenly came to my mind, and even the phantom pain that had been staying in my brain seemed to be covered by these thoughts.
'That's the person closest to you.'
'When you were nine years old, he gave you a peony cake.'
'It's my first time to eat rice, it's delicious.'
'It was he who taught you the skills of a ninja.'
"You have been together day and night for more than ten years. He is your dearest adoptive father."
'Go ahead, it's right here.'
'The eternally stable life you long for.'
Sounds appeared in Han Baiyi's ears one after another, like magic sounds filling his brain.
But Han Baiyi's face was expressionless.
As the last words fell, the 'Xiao' standing in front of him suddenly turned his head, opened his hands towards him, and showed that seemingly honest and kind smile.
"Wolf..."
Han Baiyi walked over with a calm expression and passed him by.
"It's the real soul."
He took back the tears of worship and felt the special inspiration of tearing apart when the tears of worship hit.
That's the feeling of being cut into the soul.
As Han Baiyi passed by Xiao, Xiao's movements suddenly froze in place.
The movement of opening his hands froze, and the huge head lowered slightly.
A hideous wound ran from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, tearing his huge body apart.
There was not even a second of hesitation when he started.
After killing Xiao Xiao, Han Baiyi did not hesitate at all. The black and white stillness spread around him with him as the center, and everything built in this world fell into stillness in an instant.
No thinking, no understanding.
Since I sent myself here by closing my right eye, do I still need to think about how to get out?
Of course, the eyelids were torn open, torn apart, and then put out through the eyeballs.
Han Baiyi used the most direct and fierce way to resist Zhulong's so-called exile.
[Between Stillness] It continues to spread with the support of the huge spiritual machine that it temporarily possesses.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, one hundred meters, five hundred meters...
Keep expanding.
The whole world seemed to be frozen in place in black and white.
The thoughts and sounds that originally poured into his mind disappeared in an instant, as if dust caught in the breeze slowly dispersed and disappeared.
Han Baiyi stood quietly.
However, when he looked around, he saw figures one after another.
The originally empty space was occupied by 'people' with different appearances one after another. Everyone's faces were tired and sad, and their bodies were translucent and looked a bit hollow.
As [Stillness] spreads, these figures seem to be liberated.
Everyone looked at Han Baiyi with a warm smile on their face, as if the victims who had walked out of the ice and snow had seen the summer sunshine and melted and dissipated in the endless black and white.
Along with this, the space that trapped Han Baiyi also disappeared.
jingle.
Han Baiyi lowered his head and looked into his arms.
The bell obtained from the owl suddenly broke into pieces, and then rusted quietly over the course of decades in just a few seconds.