Indescribable tarot cards

It's hard to say where people's fear of natural disasters comes from. This fear seems to be innate.

I don’t know if it’s human beings’ fear of death or fear of the unknown.

There are countless natural disasters on the continent, but they generally have similar attributes.

It has a supernatural aura, cannot be stopped by human power, and can often deprive the living and even the dead of life.

This is people’s definition of a natural disaster.

In Badibila, people are certainly not unfamiliar with natural disasters. Didn't they even see a natural disaster with their own eyes not long ago?

Natural disaster: Vlad the immortal.

Since then, many smart people have doubted Pan Shen's identity.

However, in order to survive, for clean drinking water, and for a place where they can live safely, the villagers suppressed this idea with a tacit understanding.

They just want to live in Badibila and Pan Shen Village pretending to know nothing.

No one wanted to mention it.

And now, when Sang's words resounded throughout the world, this seed finally took root and sprouted, and this fragile lie was finally exposed to everyone.

The villagers looked at each other. Whether they were cultists, criminals from a certain country, or desperate extraordinary beings, they all knew that Pan Shen Village would probably disappear completely in Badibila.

They can bury themselves in sleep and pretend to be confused, pretending not to know, but if someone really lifts the quilt roughly, then they have no choice but to face the reality.

No one wants to live under the shadow of a natural disaster.

Because no one knows when they will die.

They fled to Badibila, not to seek death, but to survive.

When Sang's voice echoed through the sky, Pan Shen's expression finally became a little angry.

He ignored Sang, stared directly at the hanging sword above his head, and asked sternly: "Is this your attitude?"

No one responded, and the shadow of the sword hung high.

However, Sang's aura surged again out of thin air, and several complicated talisman and inscriptions began to flash on the long sword held tightly in his hand.

Sang felt as if someone was standing behind him, gently holding his hand.

At the moment of contact, it is difficult to describe the feeling, as if endless pictures are flooding into my mind.

His vision was illusive.

Countless figures were flying, and countless sword shadows were flashing.

In all directions, it fills the world.

And these endless changes finally merge into oneness.

The figure held the sword shadow and slowly but firmly extended the sword.

Sang only felt that his body did not belong to him, and that there was a mysterious will controlling his body.

He felt it, it was the breath of the Lord!

The will is crawling, praying, and praising, letting the body move like a doll on strings.

The sword light surged, as bright as a sword.

The spilled sword light penetrated the tree trunks like electricity, split the grass, and cut through the branches and leaves.

The already sparse forest leaves above the head were almost cleared away at this moment, and even the clouds were shattered, leaving only a piece of blue sky.

The sun was shining brightly, but the sword light was even more dazzling than the sun.

At this time, the silk thread hanging the long sword disappeared, and the shadow of the sword hanging in the air finally fell.

On the ground, Sang's long sword was moving forward with difficulty, squeezing away Pan Shen's palm inch by inch.

In mid-air, the illusory sword shadow fell without any fireworks, pointing directly at the top of Pan Shen's head.

"Do you think this can hurt me?"

God Pan raised his head, looked at the ever-increasing shadow of the sword in his eyes, and sneered contemptuously. Then, completely ignoring the sword that was so close at hand, he crouched down and closed his fist.

The surrounding ground suddenly sank several inches.

No matter how much Sang burns his soul, no matter how much he uses the power of the Hanging Sword, he is nothing more than an ant.

What's the harm in taking this sword?

What he paid more attention to was the shadow of the sword above his head - that was the body of the Hanging Sword.

However, the next moment, he who was originally calm and composed suddenly changed his expression.

"you dare!"

Because Sang's sword inadvertently went awry.

The long sword rubbed God Pan's body and ran straight into the distance.

Yes.

This sword missed the target.

To be precise, this sword was not originally intended to hurt Pan Shen.

There is someone else.

The sword light was directed at a certain human woman lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, far away from the battlefield.

"I will obey the decree of the law, may the Lord have mercy on me!" Sang Pang shouted his last cry, and the fanatical expression was permanently frozen on his face in the blink of an eye.

With this sword, his life, his soul, everything about him was poured into this sword under the guidance of a certain mysterious will.

This is his last sword.

After reacting, Pan Shen wanted to reach out and catch the fleeting sword light, but in the end he only caught the ethereal phantom.

So, ignoring the backlash and completely ignoring the approaching sword shadow above his head, he bent forward and flew forward, his body almost turning into an afterimage, chasing the sword light directly.

The tall and strong ancient tree was as fragile as a piece of white paper to the sword light at this moment. The sword light flashed away without enough time to stop it.

Before the ancient tree could fall to the ground, Pan Shen rushed out like a cannonball and brutally smashed the tree into pieces of varying sizes.

"how dare you?!"

The already boiling atmosphere became even more noisy like adding fuel to the fire.

Vaguely, Pan Shen's face was changing. Two sharp protrusions began to appear on his handsome forehead, and his ears were gradually lengthening.

At the end of the sword light, there is a wooden house with a rather quaint shape.

As if she felt something, Isabella hurriedly put on Pan's coat, carefully opened the door and looked around.

Pan Shen said that no matter what happens, just stay in the room and wait for him to come back.

She was very obedient, quietly opening the door a crack and looking out at the world outside.

At this time, everything was quiet.

No sound could be heard, only the creak of the door opening wandering in the forest.

She felt that on the other side, it seemed that God Pan was coming?

I told him not to kill people casually, he, he should listen, right?

After all, he loves me...

Isabella stood on tiptoe and looked around, thinking with lack of confidence.

On the morning after she came to this wooden house, when she said good morning to him sleepily, she could feel his deep love from his ecstatic eyes.

He kissed her all over and swore to her that he would protect her for the rest of his life.

It's like a ship that has been drifting for a long time has finally found a harbor.

At that moment, she saw light in those dark eyes.

A kite has been flying freely in the sky for countless years. After breaking thirty-five silk threads, he finally tied the thirty-sixth silk thread willingly.

From then on, he no longer flew high, but he also had a destination.

What she didn't know was that He was coming chasing the light.

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