Chapter 30: The Original God

The strong light in the channel is repeatedly changing and staggering, and the beam sweep is refracted by the mirror-like four walls and repeatedly impacted, becoming a regular net, and the spherical objects composed of colorful colors float in the air. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Pap-pa-" The ink-colored toad's tongue suddenly burst out, picking through the balls of light, and then devouring them. And in the next second, the huge toad jumped through Pan's body and slammed into the ground.

The huge vibration caused by the sound of "bang", the soul of the yang pith could no longer gather, and turned into particles like mercury, scattering along the smooth ground, "whooshing" sounded, and the yang marrow looked at the beads scattered by his soul, which were eaten by the damn toad.

Consciousness was fading as the toad devoured it, and reason had become blurred, an indescribable despair, and Pan's figure was blurring as the female monster was stomping his soul one by one with her feet.

It hurts so much! The wailing in consciousness, the grogginess, and the scattered consciousness finally did not resist the overwhelming sleepiness, which was the call of ignorance and unconsciousness.

The sound of a blade striking flesh is particularly beautiful in the dark, like a beam of light in the darkness illuminating the atrium of a person's heart, this metaphor is very cliché, but the yang marrow finds that this is already the best metaphor.

That moment of blood, a moment of killing, as if time stopped, the consciousness of the yang marrow followed the breath of life that passed. A huge blade wrapped in a matrix light ribbon burst out of Pan's chest, and her chest was completely broken with a single sword, and the visual effect of disemboweling and disemboweling was like a slaughterhouse killing pigs, and the blue blood gushing out instantly burst and splashed down in the entire space.

The smooth walls seem to have been splashed with paint, sticky and fragrant.

Yang Pi watched as the tall and straight body collapsed with the withdrawal of the blade, like a building that was about to be blasted collapsed in an instant.

"Uhh Her crumbling limbs tugged at the smooth blood-spattered walls over and over again, her beautiful face distorted with terror and lost its brilliance, and the screams of hysteria lingered in the passage, cold and mournful.

The blood-red and smooth arms stretched out in vain, but they couldn't grasp anything, and the disemboweled, disemboweled, internal organs of the chest couldn't stop gushing out.

Yang Pi clearly looked at the two hearts, one large and one small, and rolled down in front of him, and a creepy feeling arose in his consciousness. The soul of the yang marrow swayed in trembling, and time and space stood still, leaving only a strange eye with Pan.

The eyeballs were rolling slightly, Pan's eyes were still moving, and the strange picture was engraved in the depths of the soul of the yang marrow.

'Poof' and another piercing piercing sound, the consciousness of the yang marrow seems to be about to be dragged down, there is no physical physiological reaction, only torture in the spiritual world, the pain is indescribable, and the self-consciousness of the only existence of the yang marrow is collapsing.

Directly poked into the cold picture in the consciousness of the yang marrow, Yuesheng stood quietly on the back of the ink-colored toad, and his arms had been successfully regenerated. The outline of the muscles of the two arms is clearly a symbol of strength. In one hand, he held a long knife that was extremely disproportionate to him. The blade and handle of the knife were integrated without any ornaments, smooth as a piece of metal that had been polished for thousands of years, and the blue liquid fell down the blade, which was Pan's blood.

The clear sound of dripping water flows down the river and meanders into a river. Yuesheng's face was as calm as ever, and he couldn't find any subtle changes in his mood after the killing.

With a light body and a walk like the wind, Yuesheng jumped off the back of the ink-colored toad, lifeless. The face without sorrow and joy calmly told the Yang Marrow a fact, and it seemed that there had been no killing in front of him.

The two hearts, one large and one small, were still beating in a regular rhythm of 'poof, poof', but gradually the strength was no longer strong and much weaker. Pan Wu's bulging eyeballs had long since lost their luster like dead fish eyes, but he was still staring at the direction of his heart.

Yue Sheng glanced at it casually with disgust and disdain, as if he was minding that his clothes were stained with blood, and walked to the two beating hearts with extra care.

Almost without any thought, the knife fell. The self-consciousness of the yang marrow simply can't keep up with the speed of Yuesheng's attack. "Poof" twice, the sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh, Yuesheng's knife has already pierced those two hearts. Like the explosion of a water balloon, the blood spurted from the heart splashed on the soul of the yang marrow, making him finally barely pick up his spiritual strength. "Why the hell did you kill her?" she had, she had—" Eventually, the Male Marrow realized that he could no longer moan, and Pan's body had gradually evaporated after the heart burst.

"Bastard, have you forgotten all the rules of the academy?" Yue Sheng was displeased when he heard Yang Miao's question, and retorted, "Our mission and duty is to eliminate all demons and monsters in Huashi, and the truth is unquestionable. ”

Yang marrow suddenly felt that Yuesheng at this moment was like a fanatical human religious follower, paranoid and extreme, following an inexplicable fallacy and heresy. The pain of consciousness is indescribable. It was a mental pollution, and the yang marrow finally realized that it was redundant to say anything now.

Yuesheng looked at the yang marrow with a gloomy face, the broken undead. The truth of the Heavenly Dao that he had always adhered to was being provoked by this undead spirit from the human world called Yang Marrow. A certain force that persists seems to be trampled on. His Dharma body was burned by the nameless fire, and there was a faint pain.

"You filthy and lowly soul, do you also want to betray the underworld?" Yuesheng's face finally had a change of expression, it was a kind of distorted anger, it was an emotion that should only exist on the face of humans, and at this time it was clearly revealed on the face of this high-ranking nobleman of the underworld.

The 'whoosh' long knife was raised, and the Yang Marrow watched as Yuesheng aimed the tip of the knife at his remaining orb of the dead. shouted, "The fate of the disobedient underworld is only the soul scattered and destroyed!"

The countless pairs of eyes in the consciousness once again opened in the consciousness of the yang marrow, which was a very deterrent pupil power. That powerful sense of oppression pervades the whole mind of the yang marrow. The terrifying and cruel reality tells him that the truth of the underworld cannot be questioned.

I don't know how long it took for the deterrent effect of Yuesheng's pressure on the yang marrow to gradually disappear. And the scene that waited for him to wake up frightened him again. But seeing Yuesheng once again released the autonomous matrix from his hand, the ribbon-like autonomous matrix was weaving its own shape in a regular manner, weaving into a pocket-like object little by little. Tightly wrapped around Pan's corpse, rhythmically wrapping the corpse tightly. And in the high-speed rotation, the compression became smaller, and the light came out of the compression, and it was glowing with blue light, until it finally shrunk into a ball the size of a football, and the light spots flickered little by little, gradually illuminating the entire channel space, like a light.

"So, what is that?" asked the Male Marrow in surprise. The light seemed so seductive that he couldn't help but want to swallow it in one gulp. Isn't it delicious? He himself thought it was so incredible.

Yuesheng quietly paced to the ball of light. Looking at the orb with a scrutinizing and arrogant attitude, he leisurely explained, "This thing is the primordial god of the Huashi demons and monsters, just like the soul power in our underworld. ”

Yang Mian finally remembered the contents of the textbooks of the Academy of the Dead, which clearly warned all students that the demons and monsters of Huashi had something similar to the soul, which was a kind of self-power called Yuan Shen or Yuan Ling. Killing the things of the world is not only as simple as destroying their entities, but also destroying their primordial gods, and the death of the primordial gods is the end of everything.

Yuesheng stretched out her right hand and stroked it on top of Pan's primordial spirit. The slightly scorching heat made his regenerated palm melt again. Resist the intense feeling of discomfort and surge. Through the palm of his hand, it was applied to the primordial god, and the primordial god seemed to be trembling restlessly, but after all, he still couldn't resist Yuesheng's powerful courage, and was only held in the palm of Yuesheng's hand.

Yang Ji was already dumbfounded, he realized that Yue Sheng was already strong enough to make him afraid, and easily killed Pan and took his Yuan Shen into his pocket, if he was an enemy of this person, there would be absolutely no good end.

Yuesheng held the Yuan Shen and walked towards the Yang Marrow step by step, every step he took, the Yang Marrow felt that the other party was unusually tall and mighty, obviously a young man but always exuded the power of oppression, Yue Sheng's sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything or was thinking about something, bent down, and stretched out his hand.

Yang Marrow watched in horror as the primordial god approached his soul, and incredibly adsorbed his soul bead on the surface of the primordial god, and heard Yuesheng say to himself, "This thing is really easy to use, it can be used to absorb your scattered souls temporarily, and with this thing, your soul will not be easily scattered." ”

Before the words fell, I saw a strange mockery and contempt on the corner of Yue Sheng's mouth, "But thanks to your adultery with that beast, otherwise you wouldn't be able to complete the soul docking." ”

Although Yang Mian couldn't understand the 'soul docking' in the second half of Yuesheng's sentence, the obvious sarcasm and insult in the first half of the sentence made him still very angry, what is 'fornication'. The Yang marrow didn't know how such low-level words, such arrogant nobles, could speak, and they weren't very resistant to these foul words?

Hypocritical dead child! Yang marrow repeatedly scolded each other in his consciousness, but he didn't expect to unconsciously make a voice, "Pretending to be a stinky boy!"

"What are you talking about?" Yue Sheng's face was not good, and he looked at the Yuan Shen who had absorbed the yang soul in his hand and stared coldly.

"I didn't say anything, senior brother, you heard me wrong!" Yang Mian never wanted to end his fate here, but the Yuan Shen that absorbed his soul was very warm, he didn't know if the feeling of returning to his mother body was so happy, his soul seemed to be directly exposed to the sun, and he wanted light and warmth even if it was gone.

But at the same time, the image of Pan became clearer and clearer in his consciousness, and the full chest and moist lips made him almost forget when he kissed in his soul, and that was the ultimate pleasure. It's also a feeling that I've never felt before, and of course I can't tell Yuesheng about this.

"What are you going to do with that thing now?" Yang Pulp looked at the inky toad not far away that seemed to be petrified, and the toad waited there motionless with its eyes tightly closed.

"I've put the ink toad into a dormant state, it's not afraid of threats, but there's one more thing I want to confirm. After Yuesheng finished speaking, he held the undead of the yang marrow with a knife in one hand and the other hand, and jumped straight onto the back of the ink-colored toad again.