Evolution happens all the time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Life is a very complex project, far more complex than any high-profile man-made project. The factors involved are innumerable. The birth of life is often accompanied by bits and pieces of accidents, and it is by no means a meticulous product on the assembly line of the factory. However, it is perhaps precisely for this reason, precisely because of the incomparable complexity of life, that it cannot be destroyed by trivial mistakes.

As a result, the change continued over time, stacking up into an evolutionary ladder.

It's hard to find traces of evolution in an individual. Only by zooming in on the scale of time can you discern the line of evolution.

However, the evolutionary mechanics of the demon spirit are as chaotic as his mental state. In an instant, he will break free from the shackles of inertia and escape from the realm of human understanding. He ingests fresh nutrients without restraint and changes with it. He can't tell the difference between good and bad influences, but, in terms of results, he will eventually become stronger and more unstoppable after the drastic changes.

Today, the demon spirit has not yet overcome his fragile nature, and he is still in a dangerous period of adaptation. This is the opportunity that Teng Yunshen created for his companions.

Teng Yunshen snatched the fragile parts of the demon spirit's body, which greatly angered the insatiable demon spirit. Constant plundering is the value of his existence, and he can't bear to lose. The demon spirit devoured the lost fragments with a desire several times as strong as usual. This means that he has become particularly fragile. At this moment, he is fragile and sluggish.

Maggie summons the superform.

It is made up of a patchwork of all kinds of nails, bubble nails, rivets, screws, puzzles...... The list goes on and on. Nails that shimmer with the characteristic luster of the red copper work are the basic elements that make up this body. It is slender, but full of sharp strength.

Superform raised his arms and shot a row of fiery nails at the spirit.

Teng Yun took a deep breath. He immediately felt the support of the steel. The sturdy energy poured into his limbs like a stream of air gushing out of an air outlet. He stood up and slammed into the demon's arm.

He floated into the air again.

"Wait. Maggie said, and the witch ran from below him with a rusty sword.

Teng Yunshen threw a gravity line at the demon spirit.

The stingy super-shaped waist hugged the shaking demon spirit. Maggie threw the Rusty Sword away. The demon's head was snapped in half as it flew in.

Teng Yunshen dragged the demon spirit.

The changes that occur in the demon spirit are like diseased cells that are out of control. He's grown arm after arm, but that doesn't make him any more threatening. He's just a living, big, porcelain puppet.

Teng Yunshen crushed him.

Maggie reminded, "Be careful!"

The witch threw a gravity line and gently pulled the rusty sword back into her hand. Black blood obscured the dull light of the sword. She slashed into the air. The rusty sword immediately burned.

Teng Yunshen turned his head. Howling spirits are struggling beneath the splendor of shards. Teng Yunshen didn't see the other party's appearance clearly, and he was knocked to the ground by a huge force.

The witch slashed another sword.

The flaming sword light stung the demon spirit. He re-burrowed under the shards. He picks up the shadows, intent on infiltrating the realm of darkness. However, the witch built invisible walls around him one after another, causing him to run into walls everywhere. The demon spirit was in a hurry, but he could not find a way out.

The earth held Teng Yunshen tightly. He could only watch as the situation accelerated and tilted. Something happened that he couldn't understand, but all he could do was sit back and watch.

The witch stepped on his body and jumped towards the wriggling spirit.

Teng Yunshen unloaded the magic of steel. He narrowed his eyes, drawing a lush green from the bleak moonlight—he poured the energy of color into a strange substance—and he grasped a pistol.

The witch flipped a dazzling heel fight. She narrowly avoided the demon's claws, slashing at the other with a sword. Her movements are a little fancy, but not superfluous. After stripping away the porcelain, the wraith is no longer purely fragile. That is, there is no longer a trace of his attack.

Teng Yunshen pulled the trigger.

This time, there was only a few seconds left for him. But he seems to have mastered the knack for using green energy to create weapons. A vague thought flashed through him, and a complex and ingenious deadly machine fell into his hands.

Bang! Like a bed-dependent patient, the demon spirit had just gotten up and immediately collapsed. The blood, muscles, and bones that once belonged to him crackled in all directions, like generous rain.

The handle of the gun smashed Teng Yunshen's palm with severe pain. Surprised, he let go of his fierce weapon.

He couldn't control his creations.

Magic is synonymous with miracles, and it is more closely associated with inspiration than rigid industrial processes. However, this does not mean that Teng Yunshen can manipulate the mechanical power beyond human power at will. This may also reflect the charm of art from another perspective, which is both a creation of people and not all of them. Even the finest geniuses are discreetly in awe of it. People will never be able to put it in a proper manual. And magic is an unfathomable art.

The demon spirit slid in front of Teng Yunshen against the muddy surface.

The monster was dying, but the madness of no beginning and no end still dominated his brain. He is more dangerous now than he was in the past. He will definitely die, but before it stops, he will break Teng Yunshen's body into thousands of pieces.

The young killer realizes that he is afraid that he will not escape death.

He grabbed the Celestial Iron Coin and dragged the alloy energy into his flesh and blood. At the same time, the demon's claws pierced his still hardened body with a thunderous force. He didn't even have time to feel the pain before it swallowed up all his perceptions. The bright red color soaked his vision, but he couldn't evoke the magic of red.

Teng Yun looked at his expressionless companion.

The witch slashed the demon spirit with one sword after another, she was exhausted, and the scars she left on the demon spirit were inconspicuous but crucial. She's going to be victorious—but she can't stop the spirit's dying throes.

Tiantie's energy supported Teng Yunshen's skeleton. He seems to have regained his mobility. Teng Yunshen grasped this fleeting moment, and he pushed the law of birth, old age, sickness and death into the body of the demon spirit.