"It's ...... What's going on? ”

"It's just a sacrifice." She whispered, looking up, her eyes that had lost their light seemed to look into the unknown distance, "It was a monstrous disaster...... All people can die. ”

"Now the only hope is me......"

"If everyone dies, then we will never have any hope of returning to our ancestral land."

"Ruda, you understand me, don't you?"

She looked at him with a look of confusion and longing.

It was a look of longing for recognition.

She herself seemed to be struggling, not knowing if she was right or wrong to do so.

Although Han You wanted to tell her not to be stupid, but by now, he already knew the final decision made by the other party.

All that is needed now is to follow the other person's already morbid and distorted train of thought. Otherwise, it will just be a repeat of the past.

"You're doing the right thing."

He half-crouched down, his hand on her shoulder, his gaze reverent and a little fanatical.

"Returning to the ancestral land is the most important thing! Sister Qin, you are my dearest relative, if you can, I don't want you to sacrifice. But nothing is higher than returning to the ancestral land! I will be proud of you, you are a true royalty! ”

Recognized, her eyes became softer and more determined.

Nodding heavily.

"Hmmm! Sure enough, I did the right thing......"

"I'm definitely not going to give up. I will save everybody. I was able to see my ancestral land again......"

"Just go back to your ancestral land...... All curses are touched, and everyone can be resurrected...... All wishes come true......"

……

Qin Ningyue died in the end.

He wasn't there at the time of his death and wasn't going to see it.

Because a prompt had popped up in his system panel, the task had been completed, and she had fully approved of him.

All he had to do now was wait for his final death.

The time came quickly, on the morning of the eighth day.

The terrifying hand came once again.

And this time, Han quietly waited for the other party to appear.

But at this moment.

The incredibly calm mind allowed him to discover something he hadn't discovered before.

Above that giant hand, there seemed to be a little bit of golden light.

"That's ...... What? ”

Seem......

It should be a figure.

But it's too far away and too vague to see.

Eventually, death came.

This is the end of the long simulation.

……

In the City Lord's Mansion, Han You slowly opened his eyes again.

It was like a stone had finally landed in his heart, and he had finally achieved the best result.

Click on the panel of the system, and there are still 149 mythical qualities left.

And in his own skill panel, there is one more instead.

Rule: Punishment - Hanging! Full content

"The word "perfection" is not written at the end? But it should have been done. ”

There is also no hint that you need to continue simulating to improve your proficiency as Destiny does.

"But this skill ...... It's amazing. ”

There is no sense of fullness that simulates the huge internal force obtained after simulating the martial arts exercises, on the contrary, there is a sense of control over all things in heaven and earth.

With his instincts, he stretched out his hand to the table in the room and whispered.

"Punishment - hanging!"

In an instant, the world as seen by the eyes changed.

The whole world seems to be covered with a layer of gray, and everything has lost its color.

But in this almost gray world, there is something that is emitting a faint light.

It was a translucent hemp rope that hung out of thin air above most of the things.

After he spoke, it was as if the mage had triggered some kind of power by chanting a spell, causing the rope above the table to shake slightly, and then instantly descended, firmly grasping the corner of the table and hanging it in the air.

If that's all there is to it, then this power is basically the same as a more extensive Gang Qi.

But the point is, there seems to be something more terrifying about the power of this rule, which cannot be explained.

i.e. - death!

Or destruction in another sense.

For example, at this time, the hanging table itself is just a dead thing, and it will not suffocate, but at this time, it will gradually crumble until it turns into debris all over the ground.

Irreversible death!

Han You looked down at his palm, then at the debris all over the ground, and suddenly had some realization in his heart.

The reason why mortals can't kill evil spirits is precisely because they lack this rule-level power.

Perhaps the root cause of the immortality of those evil spirits themselves should also come from the power of such mysterious rules.

Only rules can fight rules!

Both the qi and the internal force are only the lowest level of strength, and they are only the most superficial use.

How to describe it?

It is roughly equivalent to one is facing an invisible ghost, one is using a knife and a sword to physically slash meaninglessly, and the other is a master of the Tao using spells to subdue demons.

It's not a grade at all.

And the reason why the rules that the clone used at the beginning could be so easily escaped by him was entirely because the opponent's strength was too weak at that time.

In the case of overstepping so many levels, he and the second miss can be temporarily restrained at the same time for a period of time, which in itself shows the weirdness of his ability.

When the table was destroyed, the scene returned to normal.

At the same time, the wonderful feeling of spiritual connection to heaven and earth was instantly disconnected.

But the strange thing is that there is no sense of weakness like when the destiny is cast, but there is an inexplicable sense of loss that has lost something invisible.

He looked down at himself, but didn't see what was missing.

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately opened the system panel.

Sure enough, the remaining Mythic Trait points have dropped to 148.

It's a little less than just now.

He helplessly supported his forehead.

"So the price of use is the consumption of mythic traits?"

He then spent ten more mythical traits to roughly experiment, and it can be judged that it is consumed according to time.

According to the inference, if you deal with ordinary martial artists below the ninth rank, it will consume about a little per minute, and on top of that, the consumption will gradually increase with the strength intensity.

It's a pity that there is no suitable reference test subject on hand at the moment, otherwise you can give it a try.

And in addition to this, the most important thing is, of course, to gather the fragments of the final Bone Lands Key.

He clicked on the system panel, and seven shards of white bone gradually appeared on the floor in front of him.

When all the pieces appeared, in an instant, each piece quickly gathered towards the center as if it was being pulled by an invisible rope.

Immediately, in Han You's somewhat stunned gaze, those bone fragments quickly began to fuse to form a complete shield.

Intact.

The surface is not smooth, even very rough, and there are many deep marks that appear to have been cut by a sword.

These scars are filled with the depth of time, and leave a certain special aura, and I don't know how many years have passed, as if I would be scratched just by touching my fingers.

I don't know what the original owner of this thing fought with......

Evil?