The Original Seeker Chapter 778: The final method
At the same time, emerald green vines began to grow from Wu Ling's feet. These vines with sharp barbs cut through his protective clothing without much effort and plunged into the flesh under his fingernails. Go inside.
Compared with the pain of a barb penetrating into the flesh, the pain caused by the neurotoxin contained in the barb itself is probably ten times deeper.
This is a special toxin designed by the fireworks in just a second. It can cause humans to suffer from a mental breakdown, but it does not cause much damage to the body.
For this kind of ant who dares to offend itself, it feels too easy to kill it casually. It should be tortured for three or five years in pain, and then die after being completely destroyed.
"Tear!"
But Wu Ling is also a ruthless person. When he realized that a certain toxin had been injected into his feet, he didn't hesitate at all, and hit his feet with a backhand.
The two toes contaminated by toxins and the numerous vines around, all flying into the air with bright red blood.
Red blood and green juice splashed around under the huge kinetic energy of this sword, as far as Mira, hundreds of meters away.
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"Son of luck!!"
The ghosts and immortals who belonged to the two camps uttered four words in unison after Wu Ling's self-slashing fierce stab.
Different from other roads, the ghosts and immortals can "see" the changes in air transport relatively clearly, and they have the most in-depth research on air transport.
Through the observation of a large number of samples, the ghosts and immortals have discovered a rather special physique in some people-the sons of air luck. They are one of the few who can actively or passively pass consumption before reaching the immortal stage With my own luck, it is possible for some people who are basically impossible to achieve operations on ordinary days.
For example, Wu Ling just cut his own knife, if he cuts half a second slowly, or cuts one centimeter less, it is impossible to stop the toxins that start from his toes and follow the blood circulation to the heart. .
"He is not an ordinary son of luck, but the ‘child of destiny’ tied to the federation’s luck..."
"How could the'Child of Destiny' be a mortal?"
"Why does he appear at this time?"
"I don't know..."
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The two ghosts exchanged information frantically. In their eyes, Wu Ling's appropriate sword just now can be achieved by burning the federal air transport behind it.
Only by the little luck on his body, how can He De guard against a sneak attack that belongs to the real immortal, and even has no shame.
"The child of air luck, the chess piece of air luck." Bai Mo, who was quietly watching somewhere, said to a projection avatar next to Yun Jie.
"What do you mean...the great luck of the Federation has given birth to its own consciousness?"
"..."
Bai Mo did not answer.
Of course, the fact is that he can’t say more, because Bai Mo has already seen that this young man named Wu Ling is one of the spiritless men cast in the federal civilization, and he is also a tentative one. , To stir up the situation and complete his historical mission.
The real future is unpredictable, but the most likely result can be deduced from the information we have.
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Wuling is not the kind of high-level monk who can mutilate his limbs and rebirth at will. The two toes he cut off by his own knife are really gone, even if the high temperature on the surface of the Slaughter Sword instantly stops the bleeding. , But also because of a slight loss of balance, and staggered for a moment.
"Do you dare to haunt me with the grievances of mere waste?" After analyzing the fireworks for several seconds, he finally understood the source of this disgusting force.
That is the resentment from mortals.
The class between the extraordinary and ordinary people is highly solidified, or they hate social injustice, or are dissatisfied with no way to go. Hundreds of millions of mortals have accumulated massive resentment during these centuries.
The power represented by resentment will unconsciously look for people who are willing to make aspirations and try to truly change all of this.
This kind of invisible and colorless thing, if in the age of inanimate mortals, may only be loaded into certain fighters who resist the existing system in the form of air luck.
But this is the age of psychic energy, an age where idealistic spiritual forces can interfere with the material world, and the power of aura that resentment turns into can even be used directly in combat.
In a sense, this is also a branch of Shinto, but this one is more extreme, because the user is essentially just a substitute for the will of sentient beings, a tool man only to accomplish tasks.
Once the task is completed, the resentment dissipates, and the gathered power will disappear with it.
It is the same force to transport to the world, but it is not free to transport heroes.
"Only a quick fight." Wu Ling inspected his physical condition for a while, and the state was not optimistic.
Even if the penetration of toxins in the blood is prevented, how can the neurotoxins produced by fireworks be easy to be passed down? Although it has not reached the point where there is a spirit and knows how to attack automatically, it has crazy diffusion and self. Virus characteristics of replication.
In just a few seconds, the surrounding air has been occupied by a large number of neurotoxins. Every millisecond, Wu Ling needs to consume a large amount of air transport to purify this unnamed toxin.
Under the anger, fireworks no longer care about the lives and deaths of other people below. The toxins continue to spread out, and ordinary people will die if they touch them. Even a monk, under the attack of this toxin with the power of true immortals, is just a little more living second.
Only a few people with the same level of protection can protect themselves from this indiscriminate attack.
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Wu Ling did the calculations, and her body could only hold on for another five minutes at most.
It's not because of lack of air luck, but just to fight against the true immortal. The power flowing through his body instantly is too large, and as a repeater, he is about to explode.
But before that, he still decided, even if he sacrificed himself, he should give these true immortals who are superior and don't treat ordinary people with a straight eye, a lesson that will never be remembered forever!
"The Age of Doom!"
The resentment that was completely condensed into substance, exploded at the tip of the sword of Slaughter Immortal.
It's a flame with several colors~IndoMTL.com~The outermost is white.
The second layer is yellow.
The third layer is orange.
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There are seven layers down, the most central part is purple.
The seven-colored flames, in less than a millisecond, expanded like a big bang into a space that enveloped everyone.
Even at the edge of the space battlefield, Olga and Huang Wuji, who are fighting fiercely somewhere in the gap, are covered by this strange space.
In this space, everyone can feel that the psychic energy in their body is leaking crazily, and then dissolving into the outside world without leaving a trace.
PS: Take the time to fish for a more chapter, by the way, PY a "I'm the Dean of Youkai Academy", the author is also an old friend who has been milked a few books by me
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