Rather than speculation about being taken away or mind controlled, Veronica was actually more inclined to the possibility of subjective change than to force.

Last night, it was her first time, and many men would be like that, they no longer cherish what they get, and even get tired of it, of course, there are not many people who change their minds so quickly.

They are not purely male and female, which gives Veronica another layer of conjecture.

However, who can say accurately about emotional matters, who can stay sane when they are deeply involved.

"Human feelings, really not I can understand. ”

"But since he has such a past, then I really shouldn't, shouldn't waste this experience. ”

"In fact, many times, some of the concerns are completely unnecessary. ”

"Why gamble on a possibility with your own expectations?"

The false saint doesn't know if he is saying it to himself or to the girl.

When the girl heard this, her face turned a little pale.

The False Saint squinted his eyes, feeling the Chaos Source Power that wrapped him disappear quickly, and then completely disappeared, but he was still standing here, still Ling Qi.

At this moment, when something could be confirmed, there was a sense of absurdity in the false saints.

All he could think of was probably just unfounded. What he thought of but thought was an unlikely possibility, it happened.

A pinnacle saint was completely pushed to the edge of the cliff like this?

Is this the power of the Source of Chaos, or the greatness of Ling Qi, or the power of the Domination?

Now and Fang Cai, there is no change, Ling Qi is still Ling Qi, and the false saint still can't rely on his body to do anything beyond his original ability.

But at this moment, at least the false saint thinks that this is no longer Ling Qi, but it!

Before that, it had never known how to define Ling Qi at this time, was it Ling Qi, was it a false saint, was it him, or was it it?

Now, it can be sure that no matter whether this flesh-and-blood person is him or it, at least this person should be called a false saint, not Ling Qi!

Ignoring Veronica, who was completely shocked and dazed, the False Saint turned around and rushed upstairs.

Its future cannot be run away from blindly.

On the fifth floor, a dry corpse was crawling, as if kneeling down to a god.

The skeleton, which was really as powerful as a god, held Munch who was still struggling in one hand, and said coldly:

"Munch, I see desire and sin in your eyes, but I don't see the slightest guilt!"

"Can you tell me, why can someone like you live so long, and it seems to be alive and well!"

The skeleton was already skinny, but at this time it could still make a vivid expression, with some doubts in its innocence, and even the evil was diluted a little.

"Hehehehe!

Like laughter coming out of the throat, Munch, who was already dying, did not answer at all, but spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm at the skeleton.

"You don't know what hell really is. ”

"Actually, you're all lucky, at least they're lucky. ”

"Because I don't have any interest in them, I don't want to waste my hands on them. ”

"You, different, Munch, I have allowed you to live until now for only one reason, and that is that I want to send you to real hell!"

The skeleton spoke, letting the bloody phlegm on his face slip down, and then smiled that eerily terrifying.

Call!!!

The scarlet light in its eyes was abundant, the yellow mist that came out was like boiling water vapor, and black flames also burned on its thin claws!

"Ah!!h

The black flames spread to Munch, who immediately let out a scream of pain.

He wasn't as strong as he thought he was, especially after losing the talent to be immune to many negative states, he was just an ordinary warrior with a strong will.

Disappointed, the skeleton threw Munch away, leaving him to roll on the ground and wail as if he were throwing a pile of garbage.

The black flames on Munch's body were still burning, but they were more like a pile of firewood that was about to burn out, gradually becoming black, but he could still see the human form, and even if he had become that inhuman and ghostly appearance, he was still alive and could bear the pain.

"You, I'm so disappointed, you don't have the right to go to that place!"

"Fortunately, there are two more here, no, an unexpected surprise!"

After the skeleton finished speaking, the door behind him shattered, and the twisted steel plates smashed directly towards it.

The skull didn't reply, and with a snort, the shattered steel plates, all of which quickly melted as if they had been burned by an invisible flame, and then turned into a pile of iron juice, which spilled all over the skull's back.

"You're here?!You're the one I'm waiting for?!"

The skeleton turned away in surprise and stared at the false saint with a strange light.

The look was not friendly, but it was definitely not indifferent.

"Hehehe, great, great, I'm waiting, it's really you!"

I don't know how to judge, but the skeleton looks very surprised and overjoyed.

The false saint didn't mean to give him face, and with a flick of his hand, he took out a strange-shaped long knife out of nowhere.

"If it weren't for the fact that you have a trace of source aura on you, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to look me directly. ”

False saints tell the truth.

Not every being can look directly at Shenghui!

The skeleton was not provoked, and I don't know if it suppressed its emotions or approved of the words. If it's the latter, then that's interesting.

"Hehe, anyway, you're really the best place to go there!"

"Come, let me send you to hell, you may outlive me, and even do feats I have never done!"

The skeleton raised its hands like a pilgrim with tears in its eyes.

The false saint bows his body and has no intention of conforming.

It is a data life, born without understanding what love is, at this time into a human body, for some reasons, unprecedented experience of human feelings, all kinds of emotions in the mind of the fierce conflict, and not like the love of a saint is fleeting. It lingers for a long time, interfering with judgment.

But that doesn't mean it's weak.

Shout!

Like an arrow piercing the void, the false saint's knife was united, like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly hit the skeleton.

If the previous teammates saw this scene, they didn't know what kind of expression they would have.

What the false saint showed at this time, where is it still at the same level as before!

Clang!

Just like imagined, a knife that could seriously injure even a hero if he was caught off guard didn't even cut the opponent's skin at all!

In fact, this knife failed to hit the target at all, it seems that it has already pierced the skeleton's body, in fact, it is still a very far distance from it, not the end of the world, but also a few meters away, this is the terrifying power of space!

The false saint did not stop slashing, but set off a sword like a madman, like a storm formed by the incarnation of sword blades.

The skeleton frowned slightly, in fact, it was not long in melee combat, and it did not have a steel body.

It is not difficult to kill the person in front of it, but it is not so simple to capture him alive and send him to hell.

In the final analysis, it is still the power of the space rules it grasps that is too weak and cannot be perfectly controlled.

Otherwise, as long as it is not of the same level, a legendary powerhouse who has also mastered the power of the world's surface rules, even if it is a powerful mortal-level force, it is still a joke, and it can be suppressed with a backhand.

Fantasy world, edge of the world.

It's hard to say if it's the edge of an endless world, or the edge of some larger collective concept outside the universe.

But this was the limit that Ling Qi could reach and explore, so he regarded this as the edge of the entire fantasy world.

Compared to ten years ago when the real plane Earth was in time, the fantasy world has actually shrunk a lot!

It's been collapsing, outside in!

Ling Qi had known this for a long time, so he was not surprised or shocked when he looked at the gradually shrinking boundary.

The fantasy world is bounded, at least the world he thinks is bounded.

A world with beginnings and boundaries, of course, will have an end and a day of collapse!

Perhaps this process will continue for a long time before the fantasy world is completely destroyed.

But it will come, perhaps sooner than anyone expected!

Fortunately, even if the fantasy world is completely destroyed, those special planes, such as the earth of the real plane, such as the fragments of the Tianshu world that he mastered, and even the land of reincarnation, the dream world, and the chaotic world, all of these should continue to exist for a limited period of time.

Even if even those were destroyed, Ling Qi would not be cornered, because there was still a fake world to go to.

Even if even the fake world is destroyed, he still has a small piece of reality!

The three holes of the cunning rabbit, the road of the sky.

There may be a dead end in this world, but it is definitely beyond the imagination of most people, and many people who think they are facing a desperate situation are just caught in the wrong place of thinking. If you can't think about it, your thoughts are blocked first, and then the road is blocked.

As long as you dare to think and dare to do, there is still a way to go, and you can continue to walk.

Until there is really no way back, it must be a long, long time later.

As for what is the end of the road, the end of the world, what is it.

Nothing lasts forever, and the vast fantasy world also has a day of complete destruction.

Even if you find the real world, you may not die out.

The so-called process of seeking the truth is the search for true knowledge and the delay of one's own destruction, which varies depending on the object, but just as the truth is always outside the place where you can touch it, destruction will always come, sooner or later.

Some natives of the lower planes, with the power of transcending the plane, are half unwilling to destroy the world with them, and want to find a stage where they can continue to perform, which is not necessarily a stirring struggle, but more like a struggle in the bottom of the heart.

What is the essential difference between these two? There is no difference between them!