I Was Born In The Underworld Chapter 365: Sing the wind
One arm.
The embryo has been completely destroyed, but with only one arm, the perfect creature that was brewed can be resurrected from the dead again? ?
There is only one squirming mouth on the weird face, but that face changes from time to time, sometimes it becomes a saint who teaches all living beings, sometimes it becomes a ferocious warrior, and sometimes it looks like a hidden expert in the deep forest.
Can't give it any time! !
The master of the vine obviously did not reach the perfect form, and most of the gene modules were lost, but even with only one arm left, it can produce countless changes.
Flesh and bone meridians are extending at a speed visible to the naked eye, and weird internal organs are also wrapped in the body, and the continuously distorted face and various thought-filled words are uttered from the mouth at the same time.
It... Consciousness is in chaos.
Kill! !
I will kill you while you are sick.
Countless ice thorns suddenly popped out of the frozen soil. The extreme cold of winter has completely turned the ground within a radius of one kilometer into frozen soil. The cold white mist is floating, and you will touch it everywhere you go. Everything freezes into ice.
At a critical juncture.
The creature derived from an arm sensed the danger coming, but the flesh had not yet fully grown into a healed body, but it burst out with incredible speed and strength.
Boom! !
The body of the perfect creature suddenly tensed up, shrinking into a ball like a skinny monkey.
The moment countless ice thorns were about to penetrate it, the mutation of the ankle and toe seemed to have completed its embryonic form, and it kicked to the ground and flew up.
The perfect line.
Its escape route was perfect, with countless ice thorns passing through the skin.
The twisted and twisted body is almost like dough, and its flexibility has reached an unimaginable level. Sometimes it is stretched and tightened, and sometimes it bends strangely, avoiding those fatal blows.
What? ?
Are the trajectories of hundreds of thousands of ice thorns all in its expectation? ?
The blood of **** in Gu Fan's body began to burn, and the hot ice breath became colder and colder.
The temperature in the surrounding air plummeted several levels again, the white mist turned into a thick layer of silver-blue mist, and the cracked earth immediately became like the north when it came into contact with this layer of extreme cold. The ten-thousand-year-old ice in the land is as hard as ice.
God gold.
As Gu Fan continued to exert his power, he completely raised the ability of "winter and extreme cold" in the blood of **** to the extreme, reaching the level of divine gold.
The extremely cold silver-blue ice mist, even a "Legendary Mithril" level awakener, will cause the body cells to die immediately when it touches it.
Indistinct.
The space around Gu Fan seems to have formed a world of frost.
Shadow Touch Wu Ze looked from a distance, although they were separated by more than ten miles, they still felt the coldness that seemed to come from the extreme north. The center of the battle could no longer be observed with the naked eye. Covered in silver mist.
"Is that an ability similar to absolute zero??"
07 Wu was shocked, he didn't expect his boss Gu Fan to be so scary when he was serious, a character at that level could no longer be described by humans.
Wu Ze shook his head: "I don't know, even if I use the consciousness ability of my mind to detect a little bit forward, I will feel the cold like a knife."
Gu Fan said before that it is no longer their business to intervene in this level of battle.
Just by relying on the extremely cold winter, he has already made everyone flinch. Although there is only one step between Mithril and Shenjin, this small step is already a world of difference.
The other side.
The core of the battle, the situation has been controlled by Gu Fan.
The absolutely gloomy and cold winter atmosphere wafted through the audience, blocking all the paths of the perfect creatures, and they could only be frozen into ice sculptures if they continued.
Crack.
A snap of fingers came.
Hundreds of ice thorns exploded in the cold mist, turning into countless fine silver blades, shooting towards a certain existence in the cold mist in all directions at 360 degrees without any dead angle.
Whoosh whoosh.
The sound of breaking through the sky is endless. In the absolutely cold environment, it seems that even the air has become inert, but even so, there is still an ear-piercing crackling sound, driving the silver-blue mist to completely wipe out the enemy. sleepy.
"Sing the wind!!"
Suddenly, there was a graceful and long sound in the icy mist.
Indistinctly, an immortal hermit waved his long sleeves, bringing up the surrounding wind and silver-blue extremely cold mist, forming a tornado like wind and clouds, and countless fine silver blades were involved in it and exploded, turning into a tornado. Into ice blue debris all over the sky.
What is that?
Taoist?
An unknown hermit in Taoism?
In the genes of human beings, this kind of content is actually written. There seems to be a gaze that sees through the vicissitudes of life in the thick fog. A few words and a few words can guide the king, and an apprentice who can be trained a little can become the prime minister of a country ~IndoMTL.com~ to assist the sage king.
Isn't this too fantasy?
Some hallucinations suddenly appeared in Gu Fan's mind.
Just like Zhuge Wolong who was visited three times in the thatched cottage during the Three Kingdoms period, and even the legendary Mr. Guigu who was not born in the mountains, full of knowledge and knowledge, wars have subsided wherever the fingertips went.
The wind is light and the clouds are calm.
The tornado wind blows away the cold mist of winter, but the body of that perfect creature has already been frozen with a layer of ice, and the skin surface and flesh and blood tissue have signs of being frozen to death.
But in the next second, a layer of hot blood evaporated.
The aura of the perfect creature has changed again, from a hidden monk in the deep mountains to a passionate ascetic warrior.
The bitter cold wind howled, and the biting chill penetrated into the spinal cord, but there are still warriors cultivating in the icy world, blowing their violent blood with punches and kicks, and the evaporating sweat turns into steam, which turns the surrounding ice and snow Melting...
Gu Fan had a similar feeling at this time.
He felt that the perfect creature, relying on the volatilization of Qi and blood, completely resisted the extreme cold of the surrounding winter, and bursts of scorching air burst out from the flesh and blood of the whole body, and the powerful breath of the peak warrior rushed towards his face.
It's coming! !
It is ready to counterattack.
Gu Fan's eyes suddenly froze, the battle situation changed rapidly, one moment he was still in an absolute advantage, the next second the enemy had already resolved the attack, and temporarily made a perfect counterattack posture.
Boom.
The earth shattered.
The soles of the warrior's feet crushed the mountain peaks, and even the soil frozen by the winter's cold unexpectedly stepped out of the gaps that were cracked like spider webs.
He himself is more like a running cannonball, carrying an extremely rich wave of energy and blood. Burst, leaving only the fiery hot wind.