Things are going well. Even in the monster's body, Cheese could feel the throbbing and fear, or rather, it was precisely because of its body that he could feel its thoughts so intuitively through tremors and spasms. Fear of death, resistance to death, is the instinct of most life, when life gives itself a consciousness, it begins to worry about the disappearance of consciousness, because the dissolution of consciousness often means the end of life.

I, this concept, is not a suggestion and an illusion given by the body to protect itself, is there a me in this world? Is this me so real that I can still exist as a spirit or even an immortal soul without the body? Who is asking?

Thinking of this, the only trace of jealousy that Cheese had for the monster disappeared, and there was no difference between you and me. The so-called continuous evolution, but you can't evolve that self, you are still afraid of the death of the self.

This kind of thing is no different from the rats who hide from the crowd on the street and want to eat the pine cones on the road. The only difference is a more sophisticated, adaptable, and less susceptible to complete damage.

From the outside, it was quite dramatic, probably twenty minutes after the first mercury injection, Wei Ya had abandoned her position and began to evacuate in the direction where Yuni and the others were. She unleashed her magic in a very planned way, using her shaped life energy to block waves of monster attacks.

There is no need to stick to it, because the success or failure of the next thing is not on her, and her task is over. But she still miscalculated what the heir was buried underground, perhaps because of the fear of mercury and the pain caused by the toxin, the sand was torn apart, and the tissues thick enough to roll up the horses shook and smashed at the woman, and she could not stop them.

But at this moment, the white sand on the ground rose from the ground, forming a white giant four or five people high. The giant had thick muscles and hollow eyes. Without saying a word, the giant grabbed the tendrils that had been smashed at the mage, and let out a silent roar from its open mouth. Wei Ya was stunned for a few seconds, and she didn't realize what was happening until the giant had pulled the tendrils behind her and wrestled with more monster limbs.

In the distance, someone was dancing, it was a war dance, the movement was powerful but the fluidity of the dance, although each movement of the limbs was not infrequent, but the movement of hands and feet carried an encouraging power.

The one who summoned this white sand giant was naturally Luo Luo. This is her greatest reliance, and she directly asks the golden spirit she serves to temporarily transform in this world. The golden spirit that appears in the material world has invincible strength and a body that will not be tired and die. The only problem is that every moment and second that Jin Ling appears will greatly deplete the physical strength and even vitality of the dance sacrifice.

Seeing that Wei Ya was out of the most dangerous area, Luo Luo's movements also began to lose shape, and she couldn't maintain Jin Ling's appearance for a long time. Besides, as a person who has no self-destructive tendencies and no national hatred and family hatred, she doesn't want to maintain Jin Ling's appearance for a long time, which will mean a great reduction in her lifespan.

"Let's go, run away!" Wei Ya rushed to the two of them with a run, grabbed Luo Luo, who was out of balance, and dragged her in the opposite direction of the monster.

Behind them, the giants scattered violently, and the white grains of sand became a rain of sand. The attack of the heir did not stop, and the ground continued to turbulent, and tentacles of different thicknesses continued to protrude from the ground. But many of those tentacles were hung with other warriors, sandshells who clinged to them, fighting bravely with mouthparts and pincers.

These little guys are fighting to the death against the monster's root system underground, and although the results are not obvious, they cannot be called useless. As long as the thinner tentacles are caught by a large number of sandshells, they will inevitably become bloody, especially if they successfully destroy the muscle centers of the tentacles, they can quickly paralyze an entire limb. It was undoubtedly a great struggle, although the number of Sandshells it would cost to paralyze a tentacle was deplorable.

Predictably, even if the victory is won, it will take a long time for the Sandshell society to recover its lost members. And that's not what they should be thinking about now. Yuni saw a tentacle poking at the female mage's back heart, and without thinking about it, he raised his hat and stepped forward, but his body was knocked out of the air and fell heavily on the sand, and his expression rarely became vivid.

Seeing this, Wei Ya fought the last of her magic, took out a crystal pendant from her arms, and threw it at the pursuers behind her, the amethyst bloomed with brilliant brilliance in the air, turning into thousands of slender arms, and became a substantial obstacle before the shattered crystal dust fell, and when the crystal dust fell, the illusory arm also turned into a disembodied shadow again, which was pierced by the tentacles, torn apart, and turned into invisible brilliance.

The ground is shaking, the world is shaking, and the giant monster rooted deep in the earth is showing its furious side. The sand turned into a stream of mass, which could not be stepped on at all, and as soon as the balance was lost, the whole person fell deep into the sand, and his mouth and nose were filled with sand grains.

No one saw what happened next, Wei Ya's last memory was to be overwhelmed by the white world, and after waking up again, the deepest impression was a mouth full of sand.

"Is it, dead?" Probably the easiest to get out of the sand because of its thin stature, Yoni became the first of the three to regain his ability to speak. He crouched on the sand and looked in that direction. The flat ground in front of it became a sand pit, and as the limbs protruded from the ground, a large amount of sand merged into the sunken earth, turning into a funnel-shaped landscape like a giant lion's lair. In the center of the bunker were monsters that raised their limbs menacingly and pointed towards the air.

But the monster was no longer moving, it was motionless, like a tree that had died a long time ago, or like the craziest creation carved out by an artist. The skin that had lost its vitality turned an unsettling purple, and the wrinkled epidermis smoothed, making the huge corpse look like a purple coral, shimmering in the moonlight with an eerie unsettling glow.

The moonlight, the steam in the sky, has unconsciously dissipated, revealing the sun in the west. What does it mean that the steam is gone? Is that lava field gone?

Or is it just a byproduct of the monster's extraction of the heat from the ground? These questions will not be answered for the time being, just as no one knows the exact cause of the monster's death. Now they had only one question to ask besides what the apprentice had already said.

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"Is he still alive?" was eaten into such a strange body, and the chances of surviving were slim. Even if you are lucky enough to escape, you will inevitably be suffocated in this corpse. The gray robe seems to have been buried under the white sand.

"Quack!" the black-winged crow hovered in the air, and as it chirped, something that had been in its mouth slowly fell from the sky. Yuni stood up and caught it with both hands, it was the gray robe. Then the crow folded its wings from the sky and landed right in front of the boy, beginning to twist and deform in a dim light.

"Surprised, apprentice, welcome to my world. Now, you're here too. ”