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Chapter 304 Boss

At the moment when he finished speaking, Aaron snapped his fingers, and then Bai Shuo, who was about to say something, dissipated into the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a flower in front of him, Bai Shuo appeared in the silent space.

"Again? At least ask me if I'm willing to do it, right? Bai Shuo reluctantly stepped on the floor under his feet, and the pure wooden floor made a low sound, which made him a little surprised.

Since entering the cross, everything that Bai Shuo has encountered has been reinforced, even if it is bombarded with missiles, it will not be able to produce the strength of a rift.

But at this moment, the floor under his feet was so normal that he couldn't accept it.

"Could it be that this floor looks ordinary, but it's tough?" He couldn't help but add two points of force under his feet, and as a result, a crisp sound was heard, and the floor shattered without accident under his strength......

Is it really a normal floor? He pinched his chin, always feeling that the point was not here...... Well, the first time you come to the door, is it okay to step on the floor of someone else's house?

Just when he was a little embarrassed, the floor under his feet seemed to go back in time, and the cracks contracted rapidly, until finally the floor completely returned to its original state.

Whether it was because of any force or principle that caused this phenomenon, Bai Shuo didn't notice it at all.

It's surprising, but it's completely unreasonable.

It's not a good thing to make people wait for a long time, Bai Shuo put aside the doubts in his heart and walked forward along the corridor, only to hear the sound of conversation in the living room at the end of the corridor.

When he turned the corner, he realized that it was completely the furnishings of an ordinary house.

The warm yellow sunlight of the phantom afternoon shone through the window, and in a rocking chair, an elderly man, with a thin blanket draped over his legs, sat in the sun and talked to another middle-aged man.

After noticing Bai Shuo's arrival, the warm old man smiled and waved his hand unpretentiously to sit beside him.

After Bai Shuo walked in front of him, he began to look at Bai Shuo by himself, as if he was looking at his outstanding juniors, and finally showed a warm smile again.

His hair was silver, and he had age spots on his face, and he was quiet like an old man.

Bai Shuo imagined the scene when he met with the head of the cross, either domineering or weird and mysterious, but he didn't expect it to be this plain and ordinary way.

Before he could speak, the old man stretched out his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man standing beside him: "This is Mr. Nietzsche from the Prophet, and I think he will pay you a satisfactory reparation." ”

In an instant, the floor under Bai Shuo's feet cracked inch by inch, and the undisguised aura of dead silence spread from his body.

Beside him, a handsome middle-aged man turned around. His pupils are blue, his eye sockets are deep, and his appearance is perfect like a character walking down from a picture scroll, with a delicate and atmospheric temperament.

Fearlessly facing the violent murderous machine emanating from Bai Shuo's body, Nietzsche quietly waited for Bai Shuo's breath to calm down.

After the data showed that Bai Shuo's mood was basically stable, he showed a standard and perfect smile and said, "Mr. Bai Shuo, for this ......"

A fresh breeze blew through the hut, and the stagnant air suddenly became viscous and solidified under the blows of the air current.

Before he knew it, a gray enchantment quietly appeared at Bai Shuo's feet.

The surging power silently converged like lava rushing beneath the earth's crust, and then violently broke through the obstacles of the earth, turning into a hideous color that burned all things and smeared between heaven and earth.

In less than a millisecond, Bai Shuo raised his fist, and the gray flame light condensed to the extreme, and then the pure white and pure black power that Bai Shuo split into were entangled.

Imitating the energy structure that Zhao Hun had once concealed from him, the thunderous fist suddenly burst out between the elbows and armpits!

Breaking through the barriers of space and enchantment, the power accumulated to the extreme erupted, tearing black cracks in the stable space.

The continuous time seems to be split under this punch, leaving only two fragments that cannot be changed.

Punch ...... And hit!

The flames of Nirvana burned through the invisible obstacles in the air, breaking through the layers of strange blockades.

The instantaneous electromagnetic field was dissipated into an electric arc under the bombardment of Wushuang, and the gray mist produced by the phase-shifted instrument was completely incinerated in the flames.

Nietzsche's direct action and the operation of the spatial axis are forcibly locked by a certain will, and all room for dodge is sealed in place under that will.

In the last moment, Nietzsche only had time to raise his head and see the smiling eyes of the old man in the rocking chair.

The next moment, the howl of wind and fire exploded in front of his eyes, and a palm of his hand pierced through countless barriers and quietly pressed on his face, soft and cold.

"X your mother!"

It was only then that the sound of rippling in the air reached his ears.

The world seemed to tremble in an instant, and in the movement of all things, the only thing that was not affected was Bai Shuo's outstretched palm.

Under the push of the palm, the enchantment shattered and the space trembled.

As if thrown into the depths of hell in an instant, the karmic red lotus burned from every cell in Nietzsche's body, destroying any cellularized weapons and tissues.

In the scarlet of karmic fire that seemed to be the light, the smile on Nietzsche's face had not had time to disappear before his body collapsed into a cloud of ashes and dissipated.

It was only at this time that the tyrannical Qi Lan rippled from Bai Shuo's body, engulfing everything in its path.

The air pressure impacted, the flames were vented, the dead air spread, and the gray light turned into a rippling halo.

The first to shatter were the furniture in the wooden house, the black teapot and silver-plated teacups, the oil paintings on the walls, and then the walls were torn apart like tissue paper into scattered wood wool......

In the impact of the air waves, the warm and peaceful cabin was reduced to a ruin.

In the center of the impact, which had been lowered by about a meter, the light of flames rose up and down Bai Shuo's body, but the old man sitting on the rocking chair had not changed in any way.

The blanket with the cyan pattern was still on his knees, and even the old man's hair was not in the slightest disorder.

The strongest power burst out in an instant, and Bai Shuo's breathing was a little disordered and he said to himself: "Dead? ”

"About one percent dead, right?" The old man said something he didn't understand: "But this time, you could have gotten more." ”

"Huh? If I die, I won't get anything. He patted the dust on his pants: "Thank you for your help." ”

"How's the mood?" The old man asked with a smile.

"It's a lot better, but it's still not good." Bai Shuo jumped out of the pit and looked at the surrounding pastoral scenery: "The scenery is good, is it really fake?" ”

"What do you say?" The old man rested his head on the rocking chair, and as the rocking chair swayed, the surrounding scenery kept changing.

At the ends of the earth, the waves crash on the shore, the flames rise, the waves are monstrous, and even the black hole passed by in the vacuum of the universe for a time.

Each one is a scenery that is real to the limit, and Bai Shuo is almost lost.

"At the point where I can't walk anymore, I want to move everything within my reach." The old man smiled and patted his legs, like a lazy man basking in the afternoon sun: "If you want to see anything, take it out and remember it." ”

The landscape once again changes to a large golden wheat field, and in the midst of the aroma of rice, time is turned back again, and scattered fragments return to their original positions from a distance.

A second later, the intact wooden house enveloped the two of them again.

The old man raised his hand and poured black tea in the silver-plated teacup, raised his head and asked, "Do you want to add some salt?" ”

"No need." Bai Shuo sat a little sluggishly on the chair that appeared behind him: "This is, the realm of gods?" ”

"Probably?" The old man replied ambiguously: "For some reason, Aaron has always been the one who handles some things for me, so that now I am about to be set aside......"

After saying a joke, the old man laughed, he didn't care about those things, and he believed in Aaron, who had been helping him.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?" He leaned back in his chair.

"Why...... Looks so old? Bai Shuo looked at his face carefully. His old face was covered with wrinkles, crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and there were some brown age spots on his cheeks, and he looked like a trembling old man.

The people he has seen are all in a young state - middle-aged Aaron, Zhao Hun, who is decrepit but has always been young......

The old man looked at him with some surprise, as if he was a little puzzled why he asked, and replied as a matter of course: "Because I am really old." ”

After saying that, he looked at his expression and patted his legs and laughed.

After laughing, he seemed a little sleepy, leaned back in the rocking chair and said: "Nietzsche has already said that this matter has nothing to do with the prophets, and after you have nine stars, I will arrange a duel for you." But I'm sure you'll be the one who wins. ”

"Until then, he won't do anything that provokes the Cross."

Bai Shuo couldn't help but sneer: "Is he so honest? ”

"If it was Nietzsche, then it would be possible to be so honest." The old man replied: "As to why, I can only say, because he is Nietzsche." The Good of Negative – Nietzsche. ”

"Negative goodness?" Bai Shuo heard a troubled aura.

"Well, let's put it that way...... Suppose two people, one tall and one short, are fighting, and both of them really want to kill each other, and the tall man is obviously stronger than the short one, regardless of the reason for the fight between them, you see it next to you, what will you do? ””

The old man spread out his hands, opened his eyes and asked Bai Shuo.

Bai Shuo thought seriously for a while and then replied, "In the past, they would be separated. Now, probably. … Stand by and watch, right? I don't know why there is such a strange scene, but I always feel a little strange......"

"Hehe, if it's a good person, I'll separate them. If it's a wicked person, he'll probably fan the flames. If it's a first-class hypocrite, he will probably help the weak dwarf win against the tall side. But if it's Nietzsche......"