Just as he was thinking about carrying back the shriveled, wrinkled old man in front of him, Han Baiyi suddenly felt a manic throbbing in his heart.
In just a moment, Han Baiyi, who had just learned his lesson, immediately burst out with all his wits, completely covering his entire body with white flames covering his whole body.
The pupils suddenly turned pure white, and the perception expanded to the furthest distance in an instant.
Who is it?
The old man's chest was obviously dented as his feet were stepped on, and he was shaking in pain. He was obviously awake, but he didn't even dare to open his eyes.
After all, he was also a half-demon, and he had pretended to be a grandson before. Although he later became the boss, he still had the skill of being beaten without making a sound, and he continued to endure with great resilience in his heart, forcibly suppressing his screams of pain.
Can't shout!
Can't make a sound!
If you squeeze one more drop, he won't survive!
Han Baiyi was full of vigilance - this kind of heart palpitations had happened to him the moment he was attacked by his father.
Moreover, although my father's ability was weird, his own spiritual strength was not as high as mine, so the sense of threat he brought at that time was not strong.
But this time it's different.
This time, Han Baiyi really felt the real threat of the blade being placed on his neck from the huge spiritual machine.
Will die.
Almost instinctively, he had this intuition in his heart.
Suddenly, a pillar of spiritual flames erupted from the military hospital behind him and went straight through the roof. Han Baiyi turned around very quickly, and then he saw the white pillar of light penetrating through the sky, like a waterspout flowing backward from the sea.
It pierced through the sky with such violence, smashing everything in front of it.
Han Baiyi's heart trembled, and he pulled his father up from the ground, who had already woken up.
"You have any fucking people?!"
"No! There really aren't any! I killed them all!"
The father was crying with a mournful face, his neck collar was pulled hard by Han Baiyi in his hand, leaving marks on his skin, his voice was trembling.
"I don't dare to leave any of them!"
The old man didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore. He got up and defended himself - he really didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He really couldn't beat the freak in front of him.
Can't even run away!
And although he is a good experimental material, Dad really can't guarantee whether the gangster in front of him will spare his life because of this.
"Not a single one left?!" Han Baiyi gritted his teeth and dragged his father up, turned around and walked towards the hospital door, "Whenever I see someone I don't know, just wait to block my gun.
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"It's not me! It's really not me!"
However, Han Baiyi no longer cared about his father's words and dragged him into the hospital, running straight towards the source of the idea without stopping.
However, the closer he got, the stronger the intense palpitations in his heart became. It was as if something was pressing on his heart, and all the cells and brains in his body were trembling uncontrollably.
The father next to me was even worse. His whole body was shaking like a sieve, as if he was suffering from disco-style epilepsy.
But there was a very weird smile on his face.
"I...I saw it!"
"I saw it!"
"I saw it all!"
"Bitch! Let go of your dirty hands, let me vomit, vomit, vomit..."
In the middle of the epilepsy, my father suddenly began to talk nonsense, and his courage was a bit ridiculous. He looked like he had completely forgotten about life and death, and while trembling violently, he climbed towards the source of the inspiration.
Han Baiyi could almost hear the sound of his fragile body gradually cracking and collapsing because it could not withstand the excessively high-frequency shaking.
But he did not disturb his father at this time.
He looked at the ward in front of him.
There is Liu Zhi's ward.
The iron cigarette box from the Northern Federation in his pocket was close to his skin through his clothes, feeling cold to the touch.
The violent inspiration spilled out everywhere, raging like a wave and destroying everything in front of it, like a tsunami set off in a small room.
Bang.
A piece of broken steel bar was rolled by inspiration, grazing Han Baiyi's cheek and smashing into the wall behind him, lifting the black hair on his temples.
There is a faint white scratch left on the left cheek.
Han Baiyi's eyes widened.
The originally spacious room had collapsed into ruins. The relatively fragile cement and stone blocks collapsed, exposing the complex steel structure inside the building.
What appeared in front of him was a huge tree root that was tangled like a hemp rope, with extremely thick rhizomes intertwined with each other.
The twisted gray-black tree roots penetrated the wall, penetrated the complex steel structure of the underground military hospital, and snaked around and spread out from the inside, extending in all directions.
The surface of the tree roots is rough and black, and the top is as sharp as the tip of a sword. It penetrates deeply into the steel ground, and trembles bit by bit as it extends towards the underground made of steel.
That huge and unbearable inspiration came from the giant tree in front of me.
"Crunch..."
As the tree roots continue to squeeze and extend, the steel and cement structures are also colliding with each other, crowded, and from time to time one or two pieces will collapse.
The tree roots were obviously alive.
Even just standing in front of this giant tree, Han Baiyi could feel the extremely strong sense of oppression. Because of this unbearable spiritual pressure, he even found that from time to time there was humming in his ears, like a wall.
A very pleasant and soft crooning.
It's vague, but also full of indescribable attraction, making people want to listen attentively.
However, the moment he realized this thought, Han Baiyi immediately woke up.
My back was almost soaked with cold sweat.
Turning his head again, his father, who was obviously worse than him and almost empty, was already lying on the ground.
The skinny and wrinkled neck was wrapped and pulled by a dry and thick tree root, but there was a warm and happy smile on his face.
It was like dreaming about being sucked dry without Han Baiyi's presence.
'It's a demon...'
'In this scene, someone has become a demon!'
Han Baiyi suddenly had a reaction in his mind.
Becoming a demon is an uncertain concept. It not only turns people into monsters with alienated bodies, it can also turn extraordinary people and half-demon into a plant state that has never existed in reality, and tamper with genes wantonly.
and cell morphology, changing crazily in the direction that the individual cell considers to be perfect without any strings attached.
The moment he thought about it, he seemed to realize that Han Baiyi had not been induced by the low chant, and the surrounding tree roots were driven by instinct to slowly squeeze towards Han Baiyi, constantly compressing his living space.
The entire military hospital built in a huge underground space was almost completely hollowed out by the trees and squeezed into a huge ruin.
Dad was crushed by something unknown and disappeared without a trace.
Han Baiyi said nothing, but raised his head and looked in the direction of the trunk of the giant tree in the distance.
The blood was boiling uncontrollably.
"Zi la la..."
A series of harsh thunder echoed in my ears.
The palm on his side opened and closed, and the maple knife suddenly appeared in his hand.
The pure white lightning started from the handle of the knife and spread towards the tip of the knife, wrapping around it like a meandering white water stream, turning into the sharpest blade in the world.
【thunder】
The body that had just been highly reorganized by inspiration slowly relaxed at first. The hundreds of muscles in the whole body seemed to be separated into hundreds of separate parts at this moment, and even the body seemed to expand slightly.
Then, take a deep breath.
Boom, boom, boom.
The heartbeat in the ears is getting faster and faster. The blood that was originally as slow as mercury flows at high speed in the strong blood vessels. The cells in the whole body are activated one by one like light bulbs under the stimulation of Bai Lei, starting from a long dormancy.
recovery.
The highly condensed inspiration was suppressed in the body, and only the uncontrollable flow of thunder emerged from the body from time to time, forming a series of winding white lines on the body surface. The blood vessels around the eye sockets were slightly convex, and the pupils were highly condensed, almost becoming
A black spot the size of a grain of rice.
【Between Stillness】Open it completely and freeze everything in front of you.
However, this time the stillness was not perfect.
The majestic spiritual machine of the demonic giant tree in front of Han Baiyi was bombarding everywhere like a tsunami, constantly rolling around everything, and even the entire "Standstill" was shaken to the ground by the impact of this spiritual machine.
But Han Baiyi didn't care.
I saw him slowly leaning over, holding Yu Daofeng across his waist in a drawing-knife pose, and curling up into a lunge. His eyes were already pure white, and the frequency of the meandering electric current floating on the surface of his body became more and more intense, and his ears
There was an unstoppable crackling sound like firecrackers, and the body seemed to be gathering in a furnace. The spiritual machine contained almost explosive power in the constant compression and solidification.
Faced with this real sense of danger, and after being invincible for a long time, Han Baiyi once again went all out.
boom---
All the static barriers were shattered.
The huge trees that had penetrated the entire underground space in front of them set off a roaring wave in the steel. Countless gray-black tree trunks danced wildly in the dark ruins. Their small bodies were almost indescribable in such a grand scene.
Rooms, equipment, corridors, external steel structures, and underground medical laboratories.
In the roaring dance of this tree tide, hundreds of meters of underground space were completely turned over, and the soil that rose and fell like waves was as fragile as water flow.
Silver metal, hard soil, thick tree roots, and unknown things were all mixed together, crushing towards Han Baiyi like the sky was falling.
Han Baiyi still maintained the same posture as before.
Close your eyes silently.
"call---"
The blade penetrated everything at a speed faster than the clanging sound of being unsheathed when it tore through the air. The lightning that wrapped around the blade like a winding line chased the blade, and a silver bolt streaked through the air.
The whole body is in an ultra-high-speed state that makes it difficult to think. Every cell in the body that was reorganized early by inspiration seems to be roaring crazily, venting all its own inherent power.
breakthrough!
breakthrough!
Continue to break through!
The torrent of inspiration that erupted from the furnace inside the body was like a raging river falling from the sky. Even thunder and lightning could not catch up with the figure that broke through all obstacles. The space filled with steel, soil and tree roots instantly cut out a straight and
Empty passage.
All matter and existence that stood in front of him dissipated into nothingness.
Only the slight burning smell left in them proves that they once existed.
Everything in front of me is relatively still.
Until the moment when the sword is wielded.
【Flying Boat Floating】
In the space filled with inexplicable mixture and weirdness, a straight white line suddenly opened.
Like the first light in the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, the split darkness actually seemed to be chopped into pieces countless times with a knife, until it was cut into sections with indistinguishable shapes.
Suddenly,
Thousands of white streaks simultaneously turned into moonlight-like arcs, blooming in all directions, sweeping everything around like wind, leaving countless tiny scratches on the ground where Han Baiyi stayed.
The traces are connected one after another, and each carved line seems to be pierced with the tip of a needle.
However, this trace is so deep that it goes straight to the bone marrow.
Even cut straight for tens of meters.
Rumble…
The thunder and lightning and the sword light subsided at the same time.
The tree trunk blocking Han Baiyi also collapsed, revealing the situation inside.
Han Baiyi raised his head and saw Liu Zhi.
At this time, Liu Zhi's entire chest below was in a state of wood. Only his neck and brain were always facing the screen in front of him.
Everything around it has long since collapsed, except for the large server used to transmit information to the central database, which has been surrounded by trees in the center and is obviously still running.
Beside Liu Zhi, there was a man lying down.
But until he ran out of energy and died, he held the information converter tightly in his hand.
Han Baiyi looked at this scene in confusion.
"Ka...ka ka..."
There was a sound of the wooden structure breaking.
Liu Zhi slowly turned his head to look at him.
A bright smile appeared with difficulty on the already stiff face.
"Baiyi...you are here."
Han Baiyi didn't react until now. No one told him that such a thing would happen.
He suddenly remembered what Liu Zhi asked him when he was in the hospital.
'You said, sacrifice this thing...'
'Does he make sense?'
Only now did Han Baiyi suddenly understand what kind of decision Liu Zhi was making in those short few minutes.
"You, what is... happening to you?"
"Ahem, what else could happen?"
Liu Zhi gasped hard, and it could be seen from his green blood vessels that his body was hopeless.
"Knowing that something cannot be done, yet doing it."
"Knowing that it's a dead end, but never looking back."
"No, that's what happened."
The smile on Liu Zhi's face was pure and peaceful. It was completely impossible to tell that he was an extraordinary person who was on the verge of becoming a demon and it was basically impossible to maintain his sanity.
"Baiyi...don't interrupt, listen to me!"
"I just saw a lot of things, so many things that I can't even describe them in words in my life."
"I see that you are important."
"So, you must remember, don't change your heart, don't change your intention."
"There is nothing that you should adapt to or violate."
"Because there are too many changes in those 'lines', if I tell you with specific examples, it will most likely be misleading, so I can only say this now."
"Ahem..."
"Liu Zhi."
Han Baiyi pursed his lips, and the temperature of the iron cigarette case in his pocket became even colder to the bone.
Liu Zhi raised his hand with difficulty.
The entire palm has a wooden structure and has a rough earth color.
He raised his head and looked at Han Baiyi quietly, murmuring something he wanted to say, but in the end nothing came out.
Just a long sigh.
There was a calm smile on his face, but it was enough to shock the soul.