The gloomy sky was torn apart by the impact of an indescribable huge thing, and a layer of thick clouds was continuously penetrated by the roar of invisible but extremely powerful shock waves like ripples.
The heaven and earth resonated, and there was a dull but intense buzzing in the ears.
Sudden changes in air pressure and air flow caused the wind to gradually rise on this dead land of yellow sand, and then immediately there was a hurricane, and then a storm. The yellow sand on the ground was swept up and blown by the changes in the air flow, and fell onto it.
There were rustling sounds on Han Baiyi's body.
Han Baiyi just stood there, looking up at the sky.
If there was fear, he didn't have it in his heart.
But just looking at the gray sky and the hushed momentum of thousands of horses, Han Baiyi experienced such a profound shock for the first time.
There seemed to be a dull drum beating heavily in my heart.
When ordinary people praise others for their calmness and magnanimity, they all say: "Mountain Tai collapsed in front of me and his face did not change."
But what Han Baiyi saw with his own eyes was a scene that was far more spectacular, shocking, and even despairing for ordinary people than the collapse of Mount Tai.
The buzzing in his ears became louder and louder, and the wind quickly intensified to the point where it could lift the hills, but Han Baiyi still wrapped his whole body tightly with his wits and held his head high.
Meteors and meteorites that were so intense that their entire bodies were covered in flames slowly fell from the thick clouds above their heads.
However, they appear to be so slow, as if they can easily avoid them by changing their bodies slightly, but when these meteors fly towards their direction at high speed, even Han Baiyi, who can turn back time, will feel a sense of difficulty in his heart.
Metaphorical tension.
This is a natural disaster.
All the muscles in his body couldn't help but tighten, his pupils couldn't stop tightening, his heart was beating faster and faster in his chest, blood was rushing through his body between expansion and contraction, and veins on his forehead bulged.
His consciousness was obviously still stable, but his body seemed to start issuing instructions before his brain, raising the state of his whole body to the highest state.
Even his breathing seemed to slow down.
This isn't the end yet.
Under the gaze of Han Baiyi's tightened pupils, countless meteors and fire showers falling from the sky continued to converge in one direction under the aggregation of some invisible force.
The clouds above Han Baiyi's head were like a bottomless whirlpool in the middle of the ocean.
The cloud waves surged and gathered into groups, and lightning and flames showed fiery or dazzling colors in the dark and thick clouds.
The pieces of natural disaster meteorites wrapped in fire seemed to be pulled by invisible lines, colliding and intertwining in mid-air, and finally spiraling around to form a giant meteorite that covered the sky and the sun.
The originally invisible shock wave, under the pressure of this huge mass impact, has formed a wave mixed with firelight.
Standing directly under the meteorite, Han Baiyi felt as if the air around him had been completely evacuated, and his whole body was pressed in place by an indescribable and huge pressure, and his blood seemed to be boiling.
In this moment of extreme mental tension, some kind of complex and extremely chaotic will seemed to have suddenly found some channel. Following Han Baiyi's highly concentrated spirit, it suddenly thrust its tentacles into his spiritual world.
Han Baiyi was confused.
The out-of-control inspiration around him suddenly became chaotic, violent and vigorous.
At that moment, an extremely raw and tearing pain suddenly appeared in Han Baiyi's mind, as if a red-hot iron stick had pierced his brain with a pop, and then vigorously stirred in the brain.
stand up.
The pain level is more obvious and clear than the tearing feeling in the anus after hundreds of big and strong eagles came over. Accompanying this severe pain are bursts of unbearable harsh noises, as if sandpaper was used to smooth the skin.
The grooves in the prefrontal lobe and cerebral cortex rub against each other over and over again, making a constant tingling sound.
His eyes suddenly turned blood red.
Green veins popped up along his forehead, and the spiritual energy all over his body spurted out like a string of forked branches like frequent urination and incessant urination. Once the spiritual energy that he had no energy to control was erupted, he immediately went berserk.
The more Han Baiyi struggled crazily, the deeper the spiritual tentacles penetrated into his brain, destroying and eating away at his fragile sanity that was about to shatter upon contact.
Wherever my mind goes, there is madness and chaos.
At this moment, Han Baiyi suddenly understood what the beloved said.
[The realm of gods cannot be touched by mortals]
'It's just...is this a god?'
With just a slight extension, Han Baiyi had this kind of doubt in his mind.
Not omniscient, not omnipotent, disordered and unruly.
With just a slight touch, he immediately went to the rescue to disturb and confuse the will of mortals.
Is this also called a god?
What a god!
His fists were clenched, and the tearing buzz in his head was still there, but Han Baiyi held on with his fists on his knees, and forced his upper body to stand up against the pressure of the meteorite above his head.
Fight, fight hard, refuse to admit defeat, and break all the shackles that bind you.
Never give in.
This is human nature.
If something like you is worthy of being called a god, then it would be better for me to smash your name of god into pieces.
The moment this thought came to mind, Han Baiyi's brain seemed to have a membrane suddenly pierced. The pain became more severe, but a translucent panel appeared in front of his eyes.
[Tip: Reach the basic consciousness tolerance level]
[Unknown spiritual energy penetration is found. Do you need to spend inspiration points to absorb it? 】
【whether】
【yes】
Han Baiyi's eyes were red and he pressed the option hard.
The moment he pressed the option, he felt the pain and noise in his head suddenly doubled in size, and the mental chaos all over his body became more and more manic. The pain that was already unbearable was repeated over and over again, but every time
It's completely different every time, and there's no adaptable reaction or qualification.
[Inspiration points:-500,-500,-500...]
With such pain, Han Baiyi raised his head high and stretched his arms to the sky, trying to use this small palm to stop the mountains falling from the sky.
The originally chaotic and manic ideas turned around and gathered together like iron powder attracted by a magnet at the moment when this palm was raised.
Soaring straight to the sky.
Looking from a distance, in the only gap where the yellow sand gathered, the clouds were entangled, and the huge meteorite was about to fall, a straight light shot out.
Painful, passionate, angry, unyielding.
All kinds of strong emotions are intertwined in my heart.
It was a mortal's confrontation with heaven and earth, an interpretation of the unyielding nature of mortals, and a blow that Han Baiyi fought with all his strength amidst severe pain and anger.
Faced with divine power, mortals must write a generous tragedy in the name of mortal dignity even though they know they are outmatched.
For such belief and such spirit, Han Baiyi felt it was worth it even to experience the feeling of death once.
He wants the so-called gods to see what mortals are.
Paji.
The spiritual machine beam hit the meteorite.
Han Baiyi was suddenly stunned.
The system panel suddenly opened the prompt again.
[A large amount of Source Stone is detected, whether to absorb it]
【whether】
The voice was still cold, but Han Baiyi couldn't help but froze for a moment, and even the pain seemed to be nothing.
As if he still couldn't believe it, Han Baiyi hesitated for a while, and then pressed [Yes] stupidly.
【Inspiration point: +189621】
There was a muffled sound.
The meteorite disappeared.
Heaven and earth are low.
The originally swirling chaotic clouds were slightly empty, and the air that had been compressed and evacuated under ultra-high pressure flowed back, forming gusts of wind.
Warm light shines through the pierced clouds.
Han Baiyi stood in the sun, his half-long hair blown by the strong wind and smeared on his face.
Even the chaotic and hoarse voice in his head, which was ringing hoarsely and excitedly, suddenly got stuck.