The moment his eyes met, Venason subconsciously bent down and rolled forward with his knees hugged.

Brush!

Two streaks of silvery-white light pressed against the interior of the carriage, speeding swiftly and sharply, and their position and height were exactly the direction of Venathan's back.

While! While! While!

A sharp echo came from behind him, like the sound of a concrete floor colliding with steel.

Venason was wrapped in all directions of mental power, or rolling, or jumping sideways, or pounced forward, and his movements were extremely agile and jumped up and down in the carriage.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw several slippery tentacles behind him, following closely at a speed not much slower than his own, breaking the silver-white light that was speeding away, and stretching out the claws of desire evil.

"So fast!"

"There's no way to escape if you go on like this!"

In the midst of his thoughts, the tentacle came into view, and several wriggling spikes grew on the epidermis, and Venason reached out his left hand and slammed it against the wall of the train, and the whole person jumped into the air, changing direction sharply.

At this moment, he heard the sound of brushing again, and the crescent-like silver-white light flashed above his head, and with a pop, the foul-smelling blood splattered onto his ankles, and then there was a sudden sharp pain!

Corrode? Corrosive power in the blood of tentacles?

Venasson's heart sank, and as soon as he landed, he endured the pain and rolled again, opening up a safe distance, and at the same time, he inhaled sharply, controlling the two high-speed spinning bullets to shoot back, shooting at the behemoth that was locked by mental power.

Go-

The high-speed spinning bullet was wrapped in spiritual power, generating a speed enough to pierce the void, and instantly submerged into the "thing" hidden in the darkness behind it.

"See if you die!"

Venason jumped quickly with his strength, and snapped his fingers lightly in the gap between the silver and white brilliance under the flesh and blood that did not stain any distortion on the roof!

"Boom!"

Boom –

Violent explosions resounded throughout the carriage, and the violent heat wave swept in circles and circles, and the tables and chairs behind them were blown to pieces, and red flames rose with it.

The illusory flaming red roses spread upwards to the roof of the car, forming a thin flame barrier before scattering like raindrops.

In this "red rain", the faces of the people above the roof of the car bulged like water pipes, their eyes gradually turned white, their bright red tongues full of wriggling flesh stuck out, and the sticky and smelly cloudy saliva continued to drip down the trachea, mouth, and lips until it disintegrated into pieces and spilled all over the ground.

Among them, an eyeball rolled to Wienersen's feet, and after a few struggled squirms, it finally became calm.

At this moment, he only felt that his spirituality had become more lively, his spiritual power was more vigorous, and the power in his body that was not entirely his part was a little closer to a certain extent.

Is it the feeling of profanity solitaire digestion?

Vinason doesn't know exactly what it's like to feel like to be a profane card digester, but in his current state alone, he can be 100% sure.

I didn't expect that in extreme battles, you can also digest blasphemy cards, and the rumors of the ancient times are really true, the sequence path 9 spirit master is one of the most offensive priesthoods.

He followed this feeling, quickly came to his senses, and with his left hand he took out three new Huang Chengcheng bullets from his pocket, threw them into the air and controlled them with mental power, while with his right hand took off the half-height hat he wore on his head, pressed it to his chest, and bowed slightly to the lady with a long suitcase and monocles, and bowed slightly.

"Beautiful young lady, thank you for the rescue just now."

The lady's cold eyes looked over, and instead of speaking, she looked past Venason and fell on the burning flame behind her, and a fluffy yellow "thing" was gradually reflected in the small and delicate monocle. ”

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

A fast-paced applause suddenly sounded, just like praising the wonderful drama of the performance, and from the applause, a childish voice exclusive to children sounded.

"Hehe, wonderful, what a wonderful drama."

"But it's a pity, watching a drama, wasting a semi-mythical projection, big brother, as compensation, you have to accompany me to watch another drama!"

A wave has not settled, and a wave has risen!

Venason turned his head expressionlessly, and with the blessing of his vision, in the illusory firelight, he saw a little mixed-race girl like a porcelain doll, leading a big fluffy yellow dog, standing on top of the pile of charred flesh.

The big royal dog squatted there, its mouth half open, revealing sharp and sharp canine teeth, and on each canine tooth, there were still traces of dark red like rust, as if it had just eaten the flesh and blood and had not cleaned it up.

Belch...... Big Yellow Dog?

No, no, that's not a dog, it's a demon!

The moment he reacted, Wienersen's hairs stood on end, knowing that something not quite good had happened.

In his sight, the destroyed carriage had long since been restored, and there was nothing unusual about the tables, cloth chairs, etc., except for the pile of charred limbs and flesh.

It's weird, the carriage has obviously been destroyed just now, how can it be restored in the blink of an eye?

Could it be the little girl opposite, who has the extraordinary ability of restoration?

No, if so, why is it that only the scene has been restored, but the monster has not? Or can it only restore non-living organisms?

Venason narrowed his eyes, thinking and vigilantly looking ahead, quickly rummaging through his mind for a similar path to the supernatural power of restoration, only to find that his knowledge was too small to be found.

"It's a fantasy force."

The woman with a long suitcase and a monocle said a word next to her, and the silver-white streamer gathered on the monocle, as if absorbing all the light around her.

"There are 4 known ways to control the power of utopia, so I don't know which path she is in."

"It's amazing, big sister actually knows about fantasy?"

The half-breed little girl giggled and stroked the grinning yellow-haired dog next to her.

"Since the big sister knows, then you can play with me first."

As she spoke, she inserted her right hand into the pocket of the skirt, took out the pocket containing the rag doll in red clothes, and as her little hand twisted the back of the rag doll, the surrounding closed spiritual wall immediately sounded a click, and the next moment the illusory transparent wall shattered violently!

As the spiritual wall shattered, transparent light filled the place, and the entire carriage suddenly lit up, weaving into a large door invisibly.

The half-breed girl stood in the doorway, but as if she was at the junction of another world, with the carriage of the transcendent train in front of her and the vast fields behind her, she jumped into it as the whistle sounded not far away.

"Big sister, let's go up and play!"

The woman in the monocle didn't say anything, her figure just shook for a moment, and quickly disappeared illusory, reflecting her appearance in the car window glass directly in front of her, as well as several huge silver-white lights that flew into the door.