He seemed to see millions of shattered reflections of himself in the raindrops, each one of them carefully carved by death.
"At the beginning, you warned Noel and said you would take him away after the copy was over. What about now? What do you want to do with me?" Su Mingan spread his hands and relaxed.
They did not speak.
Only Boss Rabbit's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "Well, well, well, well, dear, you know, the current situation is different from the past. Back then, it was because our involvement was limited, but now...!"
It didn't finish its words.
Tick. Tick.
A drop of rain fell from the end of Su Mingan's hair to the ground. Its fall was extremely common, and there was nothing special about it.
It was as if someone blew a horn at this moment, and someone caused the first sound of the wind at this moment.
There was almost no time difference. Before Boss Rabbit could finish his words, the still figures suddenly moved, as if they had a similar tacit understanding.
——Now, the most important thing is to capture Su Mingan!
All other waste of words is just buying time for Su Mingan!
Flowers, leaves and gems gushed out from the depths of the earth into inverted silver streams. Su Ming'an saw it at that moment - Euridylora turned into a princess with blonde hair and a red dress, and millions of tempered flowers and leaves swept in in a fairy-tale-like dream color, full of strong murderous intent; the ghosts surrounding the fog of thought and the rain of senses roared in unison, stirring up the thick fog around Su Ming'an, turning it into a bloody mouth; the huge skeleton giant stretched out its bone claws, aimed at Su Ming'an's forehead, and the white finger bones flowed with billions of torrents of particle collisions; the spiritual dream messenger drew his sword decisively, and frost stretched across the sky and earth, filling the four fields, wanting to sink everything into a misty dream.
"boom--!"
All the bell sounds that shook the heavens and the earth exploded at this moment and echoed deeply.
Time, space, thoughts, dreams, death, eternity… these vast concepts are transformed into cause and effect and at this moment are tangled into a scarlet knot.
The spokesperson of eternity, the controller of death and the end, the grabber of thoughts and senses, the collector of emotions of all things, the wandering messenger of dreams, the master of reincarnation who sees Poincare return day after day, the leader of higher dimensions...
Countless lights and flames were directed at the young man on the treetops, as if he had become the core of the world.
At this moment, the rain curtain was cut, and even a long window period was created between the top and the bottom. Half of the rain accumulated in the sky, was passed through by the magnificent torrent, and was unable to fall down for a long time; half of the rain fell on the ground and evaporated silently with the sudden burst of energy.
Su Mingan even felt that his soaked clothes were dry in an instant, and his body was completely enveloped by various forces, and even his five senses seemed to be immersed in wet silk.
The cold killing intent, the friendly support, the cold-eyed watching gaze, all licked his spine and held up his head at the same time.
He could clearly see the scepter in the palm of the seventh seat Euridilora solidifying, the silk thread pulled by the fingertips of the eighth seat Lord of Thought and Faith trying to wrap around his wrist bone, the particles of the ninth seat Laplace demon merging into his skin, and the gentle hand of frost blocking him -
“Swish!”
Pure white tentacles suddenly rose up and bloomed like flowers. Su Mingan tried his best to open his eyes wide and mobilized all his strength to resist these complicated powers and concepts. Energy poured into his body frantically, and his hair turned pale in an instant.
He stretched out his left palm and used all his strength to activate the "Devouring Claw of Theselotis"! The big red mouth opened and swallowed the complex and huge light!
There was only a beep and a squeezing sound.
“Boom.”
The next moment, due to the collision of multiple parties, the Moonlight Forest disappeared.
The vast forest was reduced to a barren expanse of yellow land. The Moonlight Lake and the flowers and leaves of the bushes were nowhere to be seen.
Only the Elven Mother Tree still stands.
It was not because it was strong enough to withstand Yuritilola's attack, but simply because a young elf with purple hair and moon eyes slowly raised his head.
His eyes are bright, his figure is ethereal, and starlight lingers in his palms.
——The fifth seat, Spark.
The real bodies of the organizers are still in the world game, and it is impossible for them to step into Luowasha 100%, but there are different levels of intrusion. If the degree of intrusion of Yuritilola is from one foot to two feet, then Xinghuo will have two feet as soon as he enters.
With a wave of Xinghuo's palm, new buds quickly sprouted on the barren land, regaining its vitality.
"despair."
Su Ming'an, with white tentacles blooming, fell to the ground slightly. His body was surrounded by flowers and leaves, thick fog, colorful gas, white particles, and frosty white ice. His pupils were sometimes golden, sometimes dark blue, and sometimes turned into strange rainbow colors, and they did not return to their original black for a long time.
As a second-level god standing at the core of the storm, with no rules to protect him, even with the secret help of the Spiritual Dream Messenger, even with the Devouring Claw blocking his chest, it was difficult for him to guarantee his own safety.
Under the destruction of various powers, his body was constantly torn and reassembled, his arms and legs were like broken building blocks, bones and flesh fell to the ground, and in an instant they piled up into a small hill.
The passive profession of "Live in Peace and Brightness" allows his divine body to be constantly reborn, with only his heart and head remaining intact.
He stood on his own "meat mountain", his feet stepping on his own flesh and blood, the toe of his boots touching his leg bones. Hundreds of his constantly regenerated arms, thighs, and calves piled up into a mountain, some of the white bones were buried under the flesh, some were inserted on the flesh, each one protruding and bulging like a thorn, like a thorny grave covered with white roses.
At his feet was the grave of his own flesh and bones.
Without the protection of rules, it is like an astronaut taking off his protective suit and facing a universe where humans cannot survive.
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