Manor.

in the room.

The void slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the divine light flowed.

"Are you alright?"

The gaze fell on Gnostic.

He reached out and gently held the soft palm of the other person's hand.

He could feel it, and he could smell it.

Gnostic, that breath of fear.

"Hmm."

Gnosis replied softly.

Her voice was shaking.

"What do you see?"

Imama asked softly.

"Passerby, dead."

"He"

In a trembling voice, Gnosis recounted everything he saw.

From lightning being chased and killed, to passers-by controlling Mr. Ugly.

Originally, everything was going in the direction that the Gnostics had envisioned.

Until the token is activated, the thundercloud appears.

The coercion of terror not only imprisons the consciousness of gnosis, so that it cannot leave the minds of passers-by.

It made her magic eye invalid.

The magic eye, which could have looked directly at fate and all the invisible things, could only watch the thunder continue to approach while passers-by were fleeing.

Until finally,

Thunder fell.

It's not just passers-by who taste the ultimate pain.

Even the consciousness of gnosis is empathetic.

Memories last.

All that was left in front of him was the extremely hot and blinding light.

It's like a burning fire.

It is like ten thousand needles piercing the heart.

Even if Gnosis now returns to its own body.

But the pain still seemed to linger in her body, making her body tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid."

The void looked at the gnosis like a frightened bird, and gently stretched out his hand to hug the other party.

"I'm here."

A gentle and firm tone rang in my ears.

finally

The body gradually stops shaking.

The gnostic breathing gradually stabilized.

Imama looked up.

He silently stared out the window.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He spoke softly.

"Passers-by, they won't die in vain."

"Everything the other party has done to us, we have to double it back."

"Trust me, I'll do it—"

"No!!"

However.

Imama is halfway through.

Gnossy, who had been emotionally stable, suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Void."

"Let's run."

"Whether it's me or you, we still have time."

"There's no need to fight hard with each other."

"Holy Religion. And that black-robed man, the other party is not something we can afford to mess with now. ”

"I don't want you to be in danger!"

"Don't be impulsive, okay?"

When I think of the change of color in heaven and earth, it is like the scene of divine punishment coming into the world.

Fear clings to the heart of gnosis again.

Speaking of which, in the end.

She even pleaded with a little.

It seems that he has been completely frightened by Chen Sheng.

“.”

Listen to the pleading of the gnosis.

Silence in the void.

Gnosis kept an eye on him, quietly waiting for an answer.

"Come on."

The silence did not last long.

In his slightly puzzled gaze, the void grasped the palm of Gnostic's hand and put his feet on the ground.

He took Gnosis by the hand and walked towards the window.

Walking room.

His originally pale face gradually became ruddy.

In a pair of eyes, there seems to be a divine light flowing.

The gnosis, who always focused his gaze on the face of the void, and looked at the divine light in his eyes, seemed to have a great attraction.

The fear gradually dissipated.

The gnosis' eyes gradually became distracted.

Let the void lead her, step by step to the window.

"Look."

The chin of the void is lifted slightly.

Gnosis looked out the window.

What catches your eye is a clear sky, a huge manor, and a hard-working bodyguard.

This scene is no different from usual.

What does the void want to see for itself?

Gnosis looked puzzled.

But not before she could ask.

The next second.

Darkness descended in an instant.

Boom Boom –

The gnostic body shuddered violently.

The voice engraved in the depths of the memory sounded again.

As far as the eye can see.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds.

Countless thunderbolts surged through the clouds, and it seemed that they could fall at any moment.

The dull roar was incessant, drowning down the screams of the staff in the manor.

Such a sight.

How similar to what I saw not so long ago.

Gnosis instinctively fears.

She lifted her foot and subconsciously wanted to leave the window.

"Don't be afraid."

The void gently squeezed her palm.

He smiled.

"Feel it carefully."

Under the gaze of its gaze.

The fear in my heart faded.

Gnostic eyes look out the window.

His eyes lit up with an emerald glow.

"It's."

Gnosis looked surprised.

Under the observation of the Dharma.

She could see that the clouds in the sky were not real.

It's unreal.

"I succeeded, Gnostic."

Imama smiled.

"Now I am incomparably stronger."

Unreal.

Space.

These are the power of the two powers of authority held by the void.

It is also where his name comes from.

Unreal ability, which was previously able to create illusions in a small area of the void, or create illusions for people.

It can be used to confuse people, or to disguise itself.

The spatial ability can allow the void to manipulate the space in a small area and do all kinds of strange things.

For example, ignoring any obstacles, directly slicing through space, inflicting irreversible damage to the enemy.

Or shrink the ground into inches, greatly increasing the speed of movement.

But now.

After the metamorphosis.

The two forces of the void have been uprooted to the level of rules.

In order to make the gnosis feel more deeply how powerful they are now.

The void decided to give a demonstration.

"Do you believe me?"

He asked softly as he looked at Gnostic.

"Always believe."

Gnosis did not hesitate in the slightest and nodded directly.

The voice fell.

I saw a slight smile in the void.

He raised his hand,

Tap the window.

"Fall."

Rumble!!

The sky was full of thunder, and all fell in the manor.

Screams rang out one after another.

A large amount of work was struck by thunder, and instantly turned into charcoal and fell to the ground.

Under the observation of the Gnostic Eye.

This thundercloud is clearly just illusory.

But when it fell, it was as if the staff had really been bombarded with thunder, and the vitality in their bodies quickly dissipated, and they were about to die.

"When the outside and the inside are both in the unreal."

"Illusory is real."

"And I am the only god in this reality."

The complexion of the void remains unchanged.

Twist the palm of your hand.

The staff who had been gradually stepping into the body of the dead staff member had returned to the dissipated vitality.

In the blink of an eye.

They were back as if they had not been injured.

This scene.

It can't be described as unreal.

It can even be said to be a miraculous means.

And the void did not end the show.

Unreal has never been his truly powerful ability.

His greatest power is his control of space.

I saw a finger stretched out.

Glide gently in mid-air.

Suddenly.

A black line appeared directly in the outside world.

The space outside is cut in an instant.

The staff who had just come to their senses and had not had time to understand what was happening suddenly felt a change in their vision.

The next second.

Their bodies were divided in two.

The upper body falls from the air.

The lower body remains in place.

Virtually indirect swipes.

The entire estate is like a canvas for him, to be modified at will.

A large number of stumps and severed arms were scattered all over the ground.

The screams rang out in unison.

Perhaps it was the spatial cut, far sharper than any blade.

The staff members who were cut did not lose their lives for a while.

With fear and despair on their faces, they dragged their mutilated bodies to crawl on the ground, trying to pick up their limbs.

At this moment.

An estate with beautiful views.

It's like hell on earth.

And the void that is the initiator is gently rubbing his brows.

Maybe it's too noisy.

He clenched his palms directly.

The next second.

Numerous cracks appeared in the air.

It's like a puzzle, fiddling with it in the void.

Countless bodies were forcibly pieced together.

Every mouth that screamed was directly blocked by the stump.

When the void retracts the palm.

In the manor,

Towering stands a huge ball of flesh made from a patchwork of human bodies.

Many employees have not lost their lives until now.

In maddening pain and despair, their bodies struggled.

But because of the limbs in his mouth, he couldn't make any sound at all.

Such a terrifying scene.

In the eyes of gnosis and the void, there is no wave.

The gnosis' eyes lit up.

The void is more like appreciating your own work.

"I don't want to be like a rat crossing the street, hiding myself in a dark corner, praying that I won't be discovered."

"We're different."

"We are the descendants of the celestials, and we should not be like this."

"The world is wrong."

"I want to be above the world."

"Would you like to come with me?"

Demonstrate what you're capable of now.

The void looked back at Gnostic.

He stretched out his palm and invited the other party.

This time

Gnosis did not refuse again.

The delicate face like a doll blooms with an extraordinarily bright smile.

Two palms, gently put together.

"I do."

——

Afternoon.

Holy Religious Base.

Chen Sheng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Place your palms on your knees with your palms facing up.

Its shape is like a withered tree.

Breathing is weak but long.

With each breath, Chen Sheng's body would be a little fuller.

From early morning to now, he has been practicing the transformation of the state of withering.

In the beginning.

Chen Sheng's body went through a complete cycle of withering and glory, which took four hours.

But after several exercises.

Now, he has reduced the time to two hours.

That's not a bad speed.

moreover

Due to the peculiarities of the withered state.

Even if Chen Sheng didn't practice daily today, the increase in his attributes was no less than usual.

【Chen Sheng】

[Strength: 2570]

[Dexterity: 2176]

[Constitution: 2261]

[Soul: 3.7]

[Skill Point: 3842]

Until now.

From morning to now, the strength attribute has risen by two hundred points.

The other two attributes are up more than 100 points each.

The progress of the practice has not fallen.

The practice of tantric gong is also progressing steadily.

The two directions moved forward at the same time, making Chen Sheng more and more immersed.

The only thing that is a little dissatisfied.

Now Chen Sheng has undergone several changes in the state of withering glory, although his proficiency has improved.

But according to the Kurong Bible.

What is a primer.

At the very least, you need to be able to store those free powers where you want to store them between the withering and glorious state transitions.

Rather than leaving them to find a home.

This.

Until now, Chen Sheng still has no clue.

In his opinion, perhaps it was because his soul strength was not enough, and his proficiency in the Kurong Bible was not high enough.

Happened.

Not long ago, Mr. Ugly sent a message saying that he had arrested another group of people.

Among them, there are not many God-men.

But it is said that one of them is a high-level one.

If it can be absorbed by Xiao Hei, maybe it can bring surprises to Chen Sheng.

Come to think of it.

Chen Sheng practiced the Kurong Bible while waiting for news from Mr. Ugly.

Time passed bit by bit.

Chen Sheng's thin body became more and more full.

Muscles are constantly bulging.

The skin has gradually become fair and elastic, no longer the previous sagby and old appearance.

The heartbeat is like a drum.

The blood rushed like a stormy wave.

All kinds of strange sounds are intertwined, playing the music of heaven and earth.

It reverberates through the cavern.

"Whew-"

A thick white mist protruded from Chen Sheng's mouth.

Its eyes slowly opened, as if there was a sea of thunder rushing in its eyes.

Until this moment.

He's back to normalcy again.

"Enter."

Sensing a familiar aura outside the cave approaching.

Chen Sheng immediately ordered him and the others to enter.

(End of chapter)