Even though Teng Yunshen was prepared, he was still frightened. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Like a roller coaster that you love and hate, you know very well that a playground is not a torture ground, and that tried-and-true security measures are foolproof, but even so, it can still make you feel scared. Even if you ride the roller coaster again and again, it may not help. Reason may not prevail over all fears. It is for this reason that people enjoy the repetition of the process.

Teng Yunshen tore open his body along the scars left by the demon spirit.

Again, this is very different from a game with no danger. Many times, people know that they seek thrills, but they will be safe and sound.

And the claw that pierced Teng Yunshen was not a prop that made up its face. The demon spirit cut through Teng Yunshen's body, cut through the skin, cut through the muscles, cut through the blood vessels, and cut through the bones, like cutting through a bunch of dew-stained grass. It seems like this horrific scene should only be seen in cheap plasma movies - but it happens off screen.

Teng Yunshen hesitated.

The demon rolled and stood up like a human. He was originally a member of the human race, but now he has become an unrecognizable monster. This makes his standing posture particularly bizarre and chilling.

Teng Yunshen left behind half of the mutilation. The blood mist spread out, enveloping his suspended upper body and his two legs as he fell to the ground. It is impossible for a man to shed so much blood and yet he is alive. At this moment, every drop of blood glows with a powerful vitality, making Teng Yunshen maintain a sense of integrity.

The demon opened its bloody mouth. Teng Yunshen saw his metallic teeth, tongue, and throat. Overlapping waves erupted from the demon's mouth, dispersing the misty rain of blood.

Teng Yunshen discarded the inherent shape, like an ink ingot falling into boiling water, dissolving into a rich paint. The indestructible claws of the demon spirit are useless. However, the demon spirit hides the voice of a brass mage. It was like a brush that hung the slimy paint on the dead wind. Teng Yun deeply diluted his body and turned it into pieces, like a drop of water into the sea, almost without a trace, but the demon spirit emitted an invisible sound, forcing him to show his original form.

The surviving wizard dragged his tattered body and rushed towards the demon. Teng Yunshen looked at him in a panic, suspecting that this person had lost his mind. The blood gradually coagulated, Teng Yunshen couldn't move, and could only let the demon spirit slap down the crazy wizard like a piece of cardboard.

Things didn't go as Teng Yunshen expected.

The sorcerer, who was overwhelmed, was indeed knocked to the ground by the demon, and he thought that he would soon see a terrible corpse, but the wizard actually disappeared from under the claws of the demon...... Is that just a phantom?

Immediately after, Teng Yunshen got rid of a short period of stagnation.

Every moment of the moment, the magic that the stranger has bestowed upon him is rising. If he finds his own blood bank, he will gain the true power of the blood mage, enough to completely overwhelm the power of the demon spirit. However, he will also pay a price for it. Combining a Blood Mage with a Blood Bank is more than just a conduit for power. The relationship between the two is extremely secretive. Whether or not establishing such a relationship is a cost varies from person to person. Teng Yunshen is not ready. It's just that he doesn't need to do all his best to kill the demon spirit in front of him.

Teng Yunshen regained the initiative.

The demon stood in a pool of blood, a lake of blood from him, each drop of which was deadly poisonous.

Teng Yunshen felt the wounds he had deliberately kept again. The explosion almost killed him, and since he survived, the enemy would have suffered equally terrible revenge.

Brass instruments hum like crumbling beehives.

Teng Yunshen crushed the bottle that Li Mei handed him. At the same time, an invisible tremor swept through the gathering blood mist, but this time, the demon's performance did not leave any afterword. Teng Yunshen increased the concentration of the blood, and the demon spirit was unable to use the original resonance frequency to destroy him. The blood mist pushed Teng Yunshen, making his trajectory unpredictable. Teng Yunshen avoided the claws of the demon spirit, and immediately poured out the fear of the flames.

If you inject this emotion into the shadows, you can get the magic that makes things flammable. But Teng Yunshen had no time to make phantoms, and he didn't plan to turn the demon spirit into a flammable product. He only instilled this emotion into the consciousness of the demon spirit.

In the aftermath of the earth-shattering explosion, the remaining flames spread throughout the square.

The demon shuddered.

However, Teng Yunshen also had no intention of spreading doubts. A small bottle of fear can do nothing but drop in the bucket. In a moment, perhaps even the cooling ashes would make the demon spirit tremble, but Teng Yunshen couldn't grasp this fleeting opportunity to hit it hard. It was not Teng Yunshen's purpose to scare the demon spirit, it was his purpose to kill the demon spirit.

Fear is just ...... Introduction. The spirits of demons are dominated by chaos, as if they were on the night of a storm. Teng Yunshen can only find some clear thoughts from it by touching the melon.

He gave fear to the demons in order to get close to their weakness.

A dense buzz rang out.

The third performance was almost ready, and the demon adjusted the frequency of the resonance, once he had overcome his inexplicable fear and swept away the endless rain of blood.

Teng Yunshen believed that the demon spirit was lonely. Demons hate this world. Even his own kind are not in the same place as him. A strong desire to evolve wears away his humanity. The demon spirit represents destruction. He covets everything, but after all, he has nothing.

The solitude of the demon spirit is like the light of a lighthouse, falling on the night when it is hit by a storm, and it is disappearing from time to time. The darkness engulfed one lighthouse after another, and it wasn't until Teng Yunshen polished the tallest of them, releasing a strong light, that he could see their vague outlines.

Teng Yunshen pulled loneliness out of the soul of the demon spirit. Then, he shifted the battlefield and thrust the demon spirit into the vast silence of the desert.

Today, it is no longer an ulterior secret that the earth is not special in the vast universe. It may be unique, but every planet is unique in its own way. People call the life born out of countless coincidences a miracle. However, there is no conclusion that stands up to scrutiny that prevents the same miracle from appearing on other planets, and even life itself seems trivial in the context of the vast concept of the universe.

Teng Yunshen imagined the earth under his feet as the moon in the sky.