After the sound boom flew into the sky, Ding Lei, who was almost madly hit by the excessive force in his body, calmed down a little in the cold air at the high altitude.
"What's wrong with me?"
"You woke me up." Bai Mo replied calmly.
But what he didn't know was that due to the different time flow rates of the worlds on both sides and the huge distances that crossed, his voice was like a somewhat vague whisper of an ancient god in Ding Lei's ears.
"So what kind of psychic treasure master can be summoned?!" Ding Lei didn't expect that he could be rescued, but he was just the last trick to be a living horse.
At this moment, he recalled that his brother Dingman, who had not seen him for several years, had made an appointment with him half a month ago, and recommended this "system" to him, and developed himself into a "downline".
But before he could get familiar with the content, a wildfire broke out in the city where he was.
Originally, this kind of wildfire would occur every two or three years, and they usually burn in wilderness. Once the forest was burned, it would naturally be extinguished.
Local residents have long been used to it and will not take it seriously.
However, I didn't expect that the fire came so rapidly this time that many people were surrounded by the sea of fire before they even had time to run, and they were burned into coke even with people and houses.
Ding Lei's luck was not too bad. He barely escaped from the first drug circle, but he made a mistake that seems very fatal now - he fled to the wealthy area near the sea.
Because in his eyes, when fires are caught everywhere in the city, the wealthy areas with many professional fire prevention teams stationed must be the safest place.
And this place is by the sea and there is definitely no shortage of water.
However, this time the fire spread straight towards the rich area...
...
Fortunately, I escaped from death again, and even became a blessing in disguise.
Ding Lei, who had flew hundreds of meters high, looked down at his palm that had expanded to three times the size of his original blue light veins. The dark blue light flowing under his skin was constantly resonating with the divine power of the "Psychic Treasure Lord".
He felt that every hair of his hair could turn into a tiny lightning, dragging out a blue tail in the sky.
Standing at the dividing line between the sea and the land, Ding Lei had to experience the five senses that were temporarily strengthened.
The sea breeze rushes to the face with a salty smell, but it cannot suppress the increasingly strong sulfur breath in the nasal cavity - it is the smell of death floating from the burning city.
“GOD BLESS YOU!!!”
He subconsciously roared the mantra that was engraved into his bone marrow again, and then waved his right fist uncontrollably towards the sea.
The originally calm ocean surface suddenly collapsed out of a deep pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters. Tens of thousands of tons of sea water were squeezed into a liquid drill bit by an invisible force field.
The moment the fist wind reaches the critical point, the entire sea area makes a crisp sound of glass shattering.
Ding Lei felt that at this moment, he had become a conduit connecting the world.
The power of the ancient god is briefly rewritten the laws of physics through his mortal body.
The upside-down tsunami was like a crystal curtain wall rising from the ground.
The ice crystals condensed at the top of the waves reflect the brilliance of the sun.
Originally, the sun had already begun to slant west, but the refracted light would illuminate a hundred miles of radius as bright as noon.
Although Ding Lei's retina had been burned with some dark spots by the strong light, Bai Mo could clearly see the strange phenomenon squirming in the sea of fire with the help of his eyes.
Some flames that should have swayed with the wind are now kinking into an octopus tentacle-like shape.
Their ends are absorbed on the surface of the building that has not yet collapsed, greedily sucking on some element.
The ashes that seemed to be flying in the wind actually vaguely outlined the outlines of runes.
"Sacrificial Formation Diagram? Interesting." Bai Mo recognized the original body of these runes at a glance.
It is exactly the same as the formation that gave birth to the Ghost King hundreds of years ago when major human cities were destroyed by nuclear bombs.
Then the mastermind behind this strange fire was about to emerge, probably the work of the brainworm Sereth.
In the last life, it also stole human nuclear submarines. After using its spiritual power to crack the launch device inside, it launched indiscriminate nuclear attacks on many major cities, causing an incalculable total number of casualties.
In this life, because Bai Mo threw out the Three Live Stone, the operations of the brainworm were fully recorded. Several nuclear powers who received the news, with the mentality of believing in their presence, stopped all nuclear submarines' maritime missions and temporarily put the nuclear warheads in them.
Transferred to land.
This series of changes led to Sereth having to change his strategy and conduct new sacrifice operations.
...
"What kind of sacrifice formation map?" Ding Lei murmured from the ancient god, and his back felt a little cold.
There is no doubt that this is not a good word, which makes him lose his mind for a moment.
After all, Ding Lei is not an old-fashioned strong man. A few minutes ago, he was basically just an ordinary person.
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
It was precisely this moment of loss of consciousness that caused his fist to be displaced by half an inch.
The 100-meter wave that should have been vertically shot towards the fire is now pouring towards another area on the coastline that has not yet been burned.
Ding Lei's pupils contracted violently because it was also a densely populated area.
He could see countless shaking figures, and even their horror, under the eyes of God's blessing.
At the critical moment, the tail finger of his left hand suddenly twitched independently, as if he had his own independent consciousness.
That was Bai Mo's will, who intervened strongly along the line of faith.
Ding Lei seemed to hear a slight sigh.
His entire left arm began to uncontrollably pose sword techniques.
The originally out of control tsunami cracked into billions of water droplets in the air, and a miniature star array diagram appeared inside each droplet.
These formations connect with each other, woven into a blue light net covering the sky, re-contracting the stormy water elements into precise torrents.
"boom--!"
When the water column compressed to the extreme penetrated the sea of fire, Ding Lei seemed to have heard a scream that did not belong to the present world.
The extinguished flame did not turn into black smoke and dissipate, but instead condensed into hundreds of red-scaled fire snakes.
These fire snakes circled and entangled each other, forming a huge mysterious totem in the air.
At the same time, a resonant vibration came from the depths of the Pacific Ocean, and an existence sleeping at the bottom of the Mariana Trench seemed to be alarmed.
"Continue." Bai Mo's voice fluttered directly deep in Ding Lei's brain, "Use your left eye to lock the array eye."
Only then did Ding Lei realize that his vision was divided into a dual picture.
Under the real fire snake dancing wildly, there are also overlapping spiritual energy veins outlined by dark blue light.
In the middle of the burning ruins of the city hall, a human-shaped black shadow was singing with a skull. The skull's eye socket was leaping with a mysterious totem-shaped flame.