Zhang Lan felt as if she was in a two-dimensional world, and the black hurricanes around her body were dancing wildly like ink on a broken canvas. If you look at it through that light, you will find that these hurricanes are composed of darker black threads, which are deep and shallow, and they are rushing towards you in the chaotic dance.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, this scene was like thousands of aircraft carriers charging at an ant, but when these black hurricanes really came into contact with Zhang Lan, it was as if the real wind was passing through him, and it didn't shake him even a little distance, just when he felt trapped, the familiar sense of detachment resurfaced again. But in the light of that light, the feeling was almost nothing compared to what it had just been. However, Zhang Lan subconsciously felt that before this light appeared, the black hurricane was definitely not as intense as it is now, otherwise he would definitely not be able to hold on until now.

The flashing light was also like a candle flame in the wind in this suddenly boiling black hurricane, crumbling but firm and slow towards Zhang Lan.

Staring at the light not far from him, he suddenly found that the light was actually a human form, and the spell containing a strange rhythm began to sound in Zhang Lan's consciousness as the light approached, as if the Sanskrit sound was more mysterious. As the light approached, the black hurricane around it was pushed away, and the feeling of emptiness in the body and consciousness was replaced by the great pain that followed, and the sharp pain gradually lessened by the approach of the light. So Zhang Lan instinctively struggled in the direction of the light, first her fingers, then her arms, and her body gradually regained control of her body as the light approached.

Zhang Lan writhed her body like a convulsive wind, moving in the direction of the light. But the environment here was clearly not liquid, his struggles were futile, and the light and spell of the humanoid form lost their initial strength as the distance between them and him decreased, and the tendency to weaken became more and more obvious.

It is brilliant to die as a hero, but there is hope for life, and there is no one who is willing to die. Zhang Lan, who had a desire to survive, was also anxious when she saw that his savior was getting weaker and weaker. Although the writhing struggle didn't work, he still didn't stop.

In his anxiety, with the help of a glimmer of light, he suddenly saw an unusually large black hurricane rushing straight towards him, and before he could regain his mobility. After really seeing a million-ton giant ship rushing towards him, Zhang Lan instinctively curled up and roared at the rushing hurricane, the light suddenly dimmed, but the black hurricane was blocked.

But just as Zhang Lan roared, his body unexpectedly emitted the heroic light of the battle against Baili Tusu again, and with the emitted of the heroic light. Hundreds of blurred figures appeared around him again, and these figures curled up and opened their mouths to let out a silent roar like Zhang Lan, but at the moment when this roar ended, Zhang Lan's body and the figure closest to the humanoid light were exchanged.

At the time of the exchange, Zhang Lan felt a sharp pain in the skin of his body as if he had been peeled raw, but he obviously felt that this exchange had made him advance a distance of more than ten meters in the direction of the light, and he couldn't understand the reason for this change. But with the foundation of the matter against Baili Tusu, he is no longer entangled. Feeling the changes in his body at that moment just now, he tried to roar a few more times, but nothing like that happened just now happened.

Seeing that the humanoid light in the distance was now almost inchless, the spell began to be intermittent, and under the agitation of his actions just now, the surrounding hurricane also became more violent, which made Zhang Lan more and more at a loss. He knew that when the light was extinguished, it would be when his true end came. So I tried my best to yell a few more times, but it still had no effect. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind, carefully pondering what was the difference between the current roar and the one just now, and after the ups and downs of his mood calmed down, he finally realized the difference just now, that is, out of instinctive fear.

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath of the air that I don't know if there was here, and let my emotions be completely immersed in the memory just now, and simulated the scene of the hurricane rushing towards me in my mind, and at the moment when the imaginary hurricane rushed, a roar sounded again. Just like before, the time within a radius of 100 meters seemed to stop in an instant, and the majestic and raging hurricane and the swaying light instantly froze. A tiny figure was born in the void, growing larger.

When it grows to the shape of Zhang Lan, it also solidifies like other things. Then a small figure was born around his body, which also solidified when it grew to Zhang Lan's general appearance. And this process began again and again, until hundreds of figures condensed, and the hurricane around this time and space was finally shattered by the hurricane behind, and a newly born figure seemed to be frightened, and instantly grew backwards and disappeared into nothingness. And Zhang Lan's body was swapped with the last born figure. The hurricanes around her were even more violent, and Zhang Lan's actions were like an iron spoon in a soup pot, stirring the surrounding hurricanes violently.