Chapter 33: Another Dream (2)

Seeing the surging offensive, Xiao San was so anxious that he wanted to die.

can be in a hurry, but that is only a unilateral urgency for Xiao San, and the thing that controls his body seems to be not in a hurry at all, allowing those attacks to continue to expand in Xiao San's eyes.

In other words, that thing is bent on death, and it has no intention of dodging at all.

However, Xiao San had no control over his body at all, so he had to watch himself being blown into slag, and he was even deprived of the right to close his eyes and wait for death!

After a loud bang, the square inch of the place where Xiao San was standing was blasted so that the space was slightly deformed, and huge waves of qi spread out in all directions, and the colorful attack methods squeezed each other and exploded together almost at the same time, like gorgeous fireworks blooming.

When Xiao San took in these pictures, he realized that he was no longer in the same place, but standing at a higher altitude, under his feet, no longer a void, but a huge mirror, looking at the appearance, almost exactly the same as the one in his hand, but the difference in size was too great, like the difference between fluorescence and the bright moon.

The scared half-dead junior secretly rejoiced that he had escaped, but for this kind of magical act that seemed to ignore space and distance, Xiao San, as one of the parties involved, didn't understand how to do it at all, and only felt that at that dangerous moment, the guy in his body suddenly exuded a strange power and quickly took Xiao San out of danger.

However, the cost of dodging is dodging, but the price of dodging these attacks is surprisingly expensive, because at this time, a sharp pain in the heart came from the calf of the third child, no matter how the body is manipulated by others, but in the final analysis, it is still his own, so those pains cannot be faked, and it is speculated from his own perception of the body that a large piece of flesh must be cracked on the calf.

Xiao San suddenly understood a truth, this kind of instantaneous transfer of overload, his mortal body couldn't stand it at all.

And then there is this magical power, Xiao San is a little familiar, but he can't remember where he has experienced it.

In fact, at this time, Xiao San was a little vague about many things before this, including who he was and where he came from, when he was revived by several people from the Ethereal Spirit Sect with an Ancient Qi Pill, he had been dead for a long time, and his soul had dissipated, but he didn't know it.

Everyone on the ground was obviously shocked by Xiao San's instantaneous transfer, and they all cast surprised eyes, but in the eyes of those people, this was not an instantaneous transfer, but a genuine space leap!

Suddenly, a wave of anger rose from Xiao San's body, of course, the owner of this anger was not Xiao San, but the guy who lived in his body, although Xiao San understood that this anger was aimed at those who attacked, but as an "outsider" Xiao San, he still had a terrifying fear, inexplicable, just like being targeted by a giant beast.

Xiao San knew that the guy in his body was really angry!

The body is like a vast and boundless energy, ready to move!

From the moment it forcibly occupied Xiao San's body and blasted the man out of the cave with one palm, Xiao San knew that this guy was by no means a good man, nor was he a good talker, and he would not be so good-tempered that he stood stupidly and waited for others to fight.

That style of hiding around is obviously not the style of this guy in the body.

At his feet, the ridiculously large mirror shook slightly, and the downward facing mirror suddenly emitted a soft white light, large enough to encompass everyone present.

Everyone who was bathed in the white light did not feel anything abnormal in their bodies, and when they were puzzled, they were shocked to find that the scenery had changed everywhere the white light went!

The surrounding trees and grasses, which take many years to grow, slowly disappear like snow and ice melting.

In its place, there was grass, and a gray-red avenue.

The grass is verdant and endless.

The avenue is simple and vicissitudes, leading to nowhere, dividing the grassland into two, judging like a chasm.

Other than that, there was nothing else, it was like a world of grass, and the silence was maddening!

The huge visual contrast made everyone present, including Xiao San, have the illusion of suddenly jumping from one space to another unknown space.

"Unknown grass, avenues that can't leave footprints, and two... No, why is the white sun that has been bitten by someone gone?" Xiao San secretly surprised.

This scenery is so familiar that Xiao San will never forget this place, even if he really died in that place!

"Could it be that those people said they had been dead for seven or eight days, and that was true, it was just... Back from the dead!?"

He finally remembered where he felt what kind of power, in that lonely world, when he was hungry and about to go crazy, and when he died frequently, he had to take those grasses to satisfy his hunger, and as a result... Still starved to death.

Because not only is the grass tasteless, but it also has no moisture. Devouring the belly, it can't quench any hunger and thirst, except for feeling a strange power entering the body.

And that power happens to be the power that the guy used when he teleported before.

Xiao San didn't think that this power was so great and valuable, you must know that he gnawed the grassland out of a pit at that time, although the ending was still a death.

But in the eyes of the monks, this power is something that can't be exchanged for gold and silver—the power of space!

At this time, no one cared how many suns there were in the sky and what color the sun was, and everyone stared at the gray-red avenue in great unison.

On the avenue, there are many people.

No one could see when or where the figures had come from, as if they had been standing there since ancient times. Each figure is facing in one direction, which is the end of the avenue, and they seem to be both pilgrimage and follow.

No matter how you look at it, the figures are facing away from you.

The farther away the figure, the more you can't see clearly, and even if you look at it a few more times, you will feel that your eyes hurt, and the wonder of the clouds and fog makes people have a feeling of worship.

Everyone present had complicated expressions, surprised, obsessed, yearning, confused...

Xiao San recognized one of the backs, the first one from near to far, it was the purple bastard who couldn't save him when he was about to starve to death.

Before Xiao San began to curse the man, the purple back flew towards him, and seeing that the two were about to have a head-to-head intimate contact, the man went straight into Xiao San's body like an illusion.

"It's the guy inside who is summoning that figure. Xiao San said secretly.

No wonder how he shouted for help at the beginning, that person turned a deaf ear, those on the avenue of daring love are not people, but phantoms, and they need that kind of thought to communicate with them?

The junior is aware of it.

Since the phantom entered Xiao San's body, Xiao San had a feeling for no reason, and those vast powers in his body seemed to have finally found a way to pour out, rather than simply hoarding them in his body.

He didn't know what it meant, but according to the monk, it was called psionics.

There was somehow one person missing from the avenue, so that the others also came back to their senses from their different thoughts.

When the mistress disappeared again and reappeared.

He had already come to fight the ten men who had shot earlier.

The guy in the body, shot.

Xiao San saw that he passively raised his arm, put his two fingers together with his sword, and swiped lightly towards several of them, but he didn't make any moves.

A black light flashed.

hindered Xiao San's visual senses, and when he regained his sight again, he was already speechless by the scene in front of him, of course, he couldn't speak.

Where did those people go?

Why is there only one person left who still has half of his body and all the people who are gone from the shoulder down? In the midst of blood, the man dragged his stump body and cried for help from his father and mother.

Xiao San suddenly felt that from the moment he woke up, everything had become so unreasonable, in his subconscious, these weirdness should not exist!

People are like that, and they don't die yet?!

A second ago, Xiao San was still wondering if the guy in his body didn't like a fight, and he didn't poke the weird tricks, and he was obviously separated from a few people by a distance, how could it be that in the blink of an eye, a few people disappeared for no reason like a trick?

Only one was left relatively "lucky" with only half of his body left.

What is that fleeting black light, why does Xiao San feel that it was made up by his fingers, even if it is not the most fundamental but most direct relationship with him.

He saw in a trance that the black light was a huge crack with a terrifying black and creaking sound, like a magic mouth, devouring those people.

Xiao San's soul was trembling, what did he do, what would happen to those people after they were swallowed by the cracks? Where would they go?

But Xiao San thought with his big toe, and there was no good end for the few people who disappeared.

If the junior who was still deep in a dream at this time knew that the first person he killed was not those unlucky human slaves, but a few high-level monks of the Fifth Realm King Spirit Realm, how would he feel?

However, at this moment, Xiao San will not be distracted by other things, nor will he marvel at his sudden miraculous means, because compared to the current pain, Xiao San is obviously more concerned about the latter, just when he passively took action and pulled out the black crack, Xiao San already sensed that his back must be open again, and it is hard to say whether that guy will empathize with him, but if Xiao San can move at this time, I am afraid that it is no better than the person who only has half of his body left, and it must be so painful that he cries his father and shouts his mother.

But now I can't speak, I can't shout, I can't even express the least expression of pain.

Seeing that several companions were killed in the hands of Xiao San, the remaining few people were confused for a while, and they all gathered around to prevent Xiao San from appearing out of thin air again.

Unexpectedly, the guy in the body of the junior didn't seem to like to be slowly consumed with these ants, and after a dodge disappeared, there seemed to be countless juniors around several people, different angles, different directions, but there was only one movement in his hand, scratching.

Before those people could figure out what the situation was, countless black dots the size of soybeans appeared around them, rising against the storm until they turned into black devouring cracks the same size as before.