The gloomy sky was torn apart by the impact of an indescribably massive object, and a heavy layer of clouds was pierced in a ripple-like invisible but powerful roar of shockwaves. 35xs

Heaven and earth resonated, and the ears were filled with a dull but constantly increasing violent humming sound.

The sudden change in air pressure and airflow made the wind gradually rise in this dead and silent yellow sand land, and then immediately became a hurricane, and then a storm, and the yellow sand on the ground was swept and blown in this burst of air flow changes, and it hit Han Bai's body and made a rustling sound.

Han Baiyi just stood in place, looking up at the sky.

If he talks about fear, he doesn't have it in his heart.

But just looking at the gray light and the momentum of thousands of horses, Han Baiyi experienced what it meant to be shocked so deeply for the first time.

There seemed to be a muffled drum beating in my heart.

When ordinary people praise others for their calm atmosphere, they all boast that Mount Tai collapses in front of them and their faces do not change.

But what Han Baiyi has seen with his own eyes now is a scene that is far more spectacular, shocking, and even desperate than the collapse of Mount Tai.

The buzzing sound in his ears became heavier and heavier, and the wind was strong enough to blow the hills up, but Han Baiyi still firmly wrapped his whole body with his spiritual power, holding his head high.

Meteorite meteors blazing so hot that their bodies were covered in flames slowly fell from the thick clouds overhead.

However, it was obvious that it was so slow when it looked like it could be dodged at will with a slight stagger, but when these meteors flew towards him at great speed, even Han Baiyi, who was able to turn back time, would have an indescribable sense of tension in his heart.

This is a natural disaster.

The muscles of the whole body couldn't help but tense, the pupils couldn't stop tightening, the heart beat faster and faster in the chest, and the blood ran through the whole body between the expansion and contraction, and the green tendons on the forehead bulged.

His consciousness was still stable, but his body seemed to give instructions before his brain, raising the state of his whole body to the highest state.

Even breathing seemed to slow down.

And that's not all.

Under the gaze of Han Baiyi's constricted pupils, countless meteor fire showers falling from the heavenly dome continued to converge in one direction under the convergence of some invisible force.

The clouds above Han Baiyi's head were like a bottomless whirlpool in the middle of the ocean.

Waves of clouds swirled and gathered into clusters, lightning and flames showing fiery or dazzling colors in the dark, thick clouds.

The catastrophic meteorites wrapped in firelight collided and intertwined in mid-air as if pulled by invisible lines, and finally spiraled around to form a giant meteorite that covered the sky and the sun.

The originally invisible shock wave, under the pressure of this huge mass impact, has formed a wave mixed with firelight.

Han Baiyi, who was standing directly below the meteorite, felt that the air around him seemed to be completely evacuated, but his whole body was pressed in place by an indescribable huge sense of oppression, and his blood seemed to be boiling.

At this moment of extreme mental tension, a certain complex and extremely chaotic will, as if it had suddenly found some channel, followed Han Baiyi's highly concentrated spirit, and stabbed its tentacles into his spiritual world. 35xs

Han Baiyi's mind was confused.

The uncontrollable spirit around his body suddenly became chaotic and violently bulging.

In just that moment, an extremely jerky tearing pain suddenly appeared in Han Baiyi's brain, as if a red-hot iron skewer pierced into his brain with a pop, and then stirred vigorously in his brain.

The pain is more obvious and clear than the chrysanthemum tearing sensation after hundreds of great carving men came, and along with this severe pain, there are bursts of unbearable harsh noises, as if rubbing sandpaper along the prefrontal cerebral cortex furrows over and over again, constantly making a stabbing sound.

His eyes suddenly turned blood-red.

Green tendons rose up along the forehead, and the spiritual energy in the whole body was like frequent urination, urgency, and endless urination, and a string of bifurcations gushed out, and the spiritual machine that had no mental strength to control immediately ran wild as soon as it erupted.

The more Han Baiyi struggled frantically, the more the tentacles of that spirit penetrated deep into his brain, destroying and eating away at his fragile reason that was about to shatter upon contact.

Everywhere you go, madness and chaos are intertwined.

At this moment, Han Baiyi suddenly understood the words of the dependent.

'But is this the god?' ’

Just a little extension, Han Baiyi had this kind of question in his heart.

Not omniscient, not omnipotent, disordered and unguarded.

With just a slight touch, he immediately went down in person, to interfere with the will of the confused mortals.

Is such a thing also called a god?

This is a god of!

The fists were clenched, and the tearing buzz in his head was still there, but Han Baiyi held his fists on his knees, and stiffly stood up with the momentum of the meteorite falling above his head.

Fight, fight, refuse to admit defeat, and break all the shackles that bind you.

Never give in.

That's human nature.

If something like you deserves to be called a god, then the name of your god might as well be shattered by me.

The moment such a thought appeared in his heart, it seemed that a membrane in Han Baiyi's brain had suddenly been pierced, and the pain became more and more intense, but a translucent panel appeared in front of him.

Han Baiyi's eyes were red, and he pressed the option fiercely.

The moment he pressed the option, he felt that the pain and noise in his brain had doubled suddenly, and the spiritual turmoil in his body became more and more manic, and the already unbearable pain was repeated over and over again, but each time it was completely different, and there was no adaptive reaction or qualification.

With such pain, Han Baiyi raised his head high and stretched out his arm to the sky, wanting to use this small palm to stop the mountain range that fell from the sky.

The original chaotic and manic spiritual whim, but at the moment when the palm of the hand was raised, it swirled and converged like iron powder attracted by a magnet.

Soar into the sky.

From a distance, in the only vacancy where the yellow sand gathered, the clouds entangled, and the huge meteorite was about to fall, a straight light was emanating.

Pain, passion, anger, unyielding.

All kinds of strong emotions are intertwined in the heart.

It was a confrontation between heaven and earth with a mortal body, an interpretation of all the indomitable mortals, and a blow that Han Baiyi did his best in severe pain and anger.

In the face of the mortals of divine power, even in the name of mortal dignity, they must write a generous and sad song in the name of mortal dignity even when they know that they are invincible.

For such a belief, for such a spirit, even if he experienced the feeling of death once, Han Baiyi felt that it was worth it.

He wants to show the so-called gods what it means to be mortal.

Smack.

The spirit beam hits the meteorite.

Han Baiyi was suddenly stunned.

The system panel suddenly opens up again.

The voice was still cold, but Han Baiyi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he didn't even seem to feel any pain.

It seemed that he couldn't believe it, Han Baiyi hesitated for a while, and then pressed it stupidly.

There was a muffled pop.

The meteorite is gone.

Heaven and earth are low.

The swirling clouds were slightly empty, and the air that had been evacuated by the pressure under the ultra-high pressure flowed back, forming gusts of wind.

A warm glow shines through the pierced clouds.

Han Baiyi stood in the sun, his half-length hair blown up by the wind and stuck on his face.

Even the chaotic hoarse voice in his head was roaring with excitement and frenzy, and it suddenly jammed.

It's a little embarrassing.