Chapter 34: Another Dream (3)

When all the black cracks were fully formed, the remaining six of the ten people had been imprisoned by the little three.

Any route to escape has been blocked until all the cracks join together to form a massive black hole that looks like the line of sight will be strangled in it.

This time, Xiao San saw it very clearly.

Even if a few people used all means at that time, desperately attacking those cracks, trying to break the space cage, but the cracks seemed to swallow nothing, and it was in vain to let a few people use all their resources.

When the black hole was annihilated, several people disappeared with it, leaving no trace behind to prove that they had been here.

Even if it is the primordial god of the six people, it is also shattered by the void turbulence, which is not visible to the junior, and these six people themselves are the monks of the fifth realm king spirit realm, and they have already cultivated the primordial spirit, when they know that they will die, they desperately throw the primordial spirit out of the body, but who knows, it is still difficult to escape death.

It must be known that this hand tears the space, that is a person who has considerable cultivation and attainment in the power of space, can use it, behind the darkness, there is an unknown space, which can shatter everything, except for those who are proficient in the rules of space, can shuttle through it.

The helplessness they felt before they were swallowed by the black hole was like people trapped in quicksand, isolated and helpless, and could only watch themselves sink deeper and deeper until they perished.

said that it was a little sympathetic, but Xiao San couldn't say it, after all, the ten people who disappeared also wanted to blow themselves into slag at the beginning, but I didn't see them soft-hearted at that time, but this extremely cruel way of death, Xiao San was still a little uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Besides, Xiao San only cares about one thing now, when will the guy in his body be tossed, the previous wave of killing people in the invisible means is indeed very clever, but it is not only the ten unlucky people who are suffering, he is also the biggest victim, he finally understands that as long as that guy uses an attack, or a teleportation once, there will be one more wound on his body, the guy controlled his body before I don't know how many times, and how many attacks he has issued, in Xiao San's perception, the wounds on his body are now estimated to be no less than hundred!

This made him sure that the guy in his body would never empathize with him, let alone consider whether the body of the deity could withstand these bumps.

I can't use words to describe Xiao San's feelings at this moment, like a puppet watching others manipulate themselves to kill people, and when they kill the enemy, they lose three thousand, killing is cool, but the severe pain and injury of the body can only be borne by Xiao San, and as time goes by, Xiao San feels that his fit with his body is getting higher and higher, and those piercing pains make him even more painful.

But he couldn't do anything until his consciousness began to blur.

In a trance, Xiao San seemed to hear someone break this strange space full of grass and break in.

The surrounding scene was restored in an instant.

There were three people coming.

It's very powerful, so powerful that the unconscious junior can feel it.

There wasn't much communication between the two hairs, maybe they couldn't communicate, or maybe the thing in Xiao San's body didn't bother to communicate with these people at all.

The two sides fought again.

Xiao San vaguely felt that among those figures on the avenue, there was another one who had penetrated into his body as before.

Xiao San felt once again that the guy in his body had some more powerful means, but with the soaring combat power, Xiao San suffered more damage, not only limited to the surface of the body, but more, like spreading to the internal organs and bones.

Xiao San's consciousness became even more blurred.

I only felt that the thing in my body used the energy that seemed to be absorbed from heaven and earth from beginning to end, completely covering and wrapping my wounds, so that I would not bleed, and my body would not be shattered and reduced to a pile of minced flesh.

Perhaps, Xiao San thinks that he is just a medium for this guy to fight.

In a daze, one of the three shouted: "Fengsheng!"

Suddenly, the wind was fierce, and the air flow became like a sharp blade, cutting through the tall vegetation that had just returned to its original state. Then a ridiculously large tornado roared from not far away, uprooting the low vegetation, and even some gravel was caught up in it, which inevitably broke into stone slag.

Another shouted, "The water rises!"

Even Xiao San's vague consciousness clearly felt that the moisture in the air was constantly flowing, converging on the hands of the person who made the sound, whether it was a person or an object. The grass and trees in the vicinity, which had been ravaged by the wind blade, withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the moist land immediately became dry and cracked, especially the one who was lucky enough to survive with only half of his body left, and was directly drained of the little blood left, along with all the water in his body, until he turned into ashes, joined the ranks of the giant tornado, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The man then collected the controllable amount of water in his palm into a head-sized mass of water in his palm and threw it into the air.

The third person's appearance was even more exaggerated, and he also heard him shout two words: "Fire is coming!"

But seeing the surrounding trees in a radius of unknown distance, after the order of the old man dressed in fiery red clothes, the fire burst out, making the surrounding area where there was no water even more hot and unbearable, and the fire was more vigorous, and the raging fire seemed to burn through the sky, making people feel as if they were in a sea of fire, and finally in the consciousness of Xiao San, who was about to die, he saw that the old man actually gathered the fire within a radius of several miles like a summoning pet, and suspended above his head, forming a fireball hundreds of zhang in size.

Xiao San didn't hold on until he saw the process and result of this big battle with his own eyes, and in the end, he stopped at the three of them attacking Xiao San at the same time.

A giant tornado that can cut through rubble!

A giant fireball that melts boulders like lava!

A bunch of huge ice picks falling from the sky...

In short, the battle ended in the end, and maybe Xiao San still felt a little bit in the end, and it was also the most painful, that is, the internal organs seemed to be shattered into a pot of blood porridge, and all the bones in the body were shattered.

At that time, I was vaguely in the air, from top to bottom, and handed out a palm.

At that moment, Xiao San could no longer feel the existence of the guy in his body.

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Xiao San slowly opened his eyes, the cool breeze in the summer was still a little cool, he looked at the bonfire that was still a little warm, and then looked at Qingying who was still in a daze and sleeping, judging from the little guy's unpredictable expression at this time, her dream was by no means so bizarre and frightening as Xiao San, maybe it was the warmth and harmony of the family in the past, or maybe it was the life and death of relatives, but the tears on his cheeks that had not yet dried seemed to have shown that the latter was the majority.

Xiao San's heart is very calm, he didn't fluctuate because of the things in the dream that made him feel incredible, and the feeling in the dream was just the feeling he put himself in his shoes at the beginning. In other words, this dream was just his memory, and at that time, he felt that those things were beyond imagination.

But now, he already knows that the so-called monks in this world can't be measured by common sense, that group of people is too powerful, and mortals and everything are as fragile as paper in the eyes of that group of people.

Two bizarre dreams, or the recovery of memories, Xiao San has roughly guessed why he was sent to the Dark Forest, because someone doesn't want to die like this, and someone takes the risk of being a public enemy in the world and wants to use the dark substance to continue his life.

Because it is an open secret that dark matter has a very good healing miracle, and mortals know it, but no one dares to do it. The consequences of this are unimaginable, and the whole world cannot tolerate them.

How badly injured he was at that time, as a party, Xiao San was afraid that he knew better than anyone else, it stands to reason that he should have been dead on the spot at that time, but why did he still hang himself in one breath, and he could wait until someone sent him to the dark forest without dying, this was something he couldn't figure out, but the reality of this world had given him too much to understand, and he didn't bother to guess.

For example, through the recovery of this memory, Xiao San believes that the place where he starved to death at that time was most likely in that huge mirror, which sounds a little absurd, but it does not rule out this possibility.

As for who doesn't want Xiao San to die, Xiao San is not easy to guess, because the memory before this is still in the blank stage, maybe only when the memory is completely neat, he can guess one or two, but one thing Xiao San is still very happy, at least in this world, in addition to the Qingfeng family, there are people who care about him, and there are people who don't want him to die, even if he pays the price of becoming a public enemy in the world.

Another point, what is the thing that controls his body, although in the final stage, that guy seems to have been broken apart, but Xiao San still has some lingering palpitations, the feeling of being a puppet is too uncomfortable, even if he has great power at that time.

Xiao San carefully sensed every corner of his body, since Qingfeng rescued him back, he has never sensed the existence of any other conscious things in his body, except for every time he wants to enter the blackened state, that magical text will appear in time, but whether that text is conscious or not, Xiao San can be sure, absolutely not.

"It's a good feeling. Thinking of the fragment in the dream, Xiao San couldn't help but say.

Who doesn't want to be strong, and who doesn't want to have power beyond ordinary people, even at this time, Xiao San still misses that kind of power a little, but that kind of power seems to have dissipated with the disappearance of that guy.

"The boundary of the strong is not about how many weak people can be oppressed, nor how much land can be controlled, but how many innocent people can be saved in times of crisis, because it is benevolence that measures the boundaries of the strong!"

Xiao San inexplicably remembered Qingfeng's words again, if he can really become stronger in the future and have an unusually strong power, he must help more people, mortals are good and bad, and the same is true in the world of monks.

Thinking of this, Xiao San became worried again, does he really have a chance?

After all, he was contaminated with ominous things that no one in the world tolerates, everyone scoffs at them, everyone gets and condemns them, and they are spurned by the world.

Will there be no more future and hope in my life?!

Xiao San sighed softly and looked at Qingying again, no matter what, he had to take her to a safe place and settle her down, so that he could feel worthy of the deceased Uncle Qingfeng and the missing Qingling.

The kindness of their family, Xiao San feels that he can't pay it off for the rest of his life.