Infinity Throne

Yi Lin has exhausted all the crystal inventory in the storage space, and the remaining perfect crystals are all placed in the cellar. To be precise, that cellar was being folded into the shape of a star by the mage using his strange ability to "fold space" and was trampled under his feet.

In an emergency, everything happened in the blink of an eye. Yilin didn't want to waste a second. He didn't have time to open the teleportation circle and take out the crystal from the cellar as the driving energy of the "free method".

Fortunately, Yi Lin was extremely fast when turning on [Bloodthirsty Catastrophe]. After stacking the agility attribute to the level of breaking the lock, all the remaining temporary attribute points were focused on the mental attribute.

Although the mental attributes have not reached the limit of the second level of mental lock, they are not much different.

Five [Star Fruits], the epic title [Shadow Warlock], and the spiritual value increase of the enchanted weapon have increased Yilin's spiritual energy limit to an unprecedented 120%!

With nearly 4,000 points of psychic energy, Yi Lin was able to pour it out like a fast shooter in less than a minute, which was considered outrageous.

Without these increases, Yi Lin might have been faced with the embarrassing situation of exhausted spiritual energy at this moment.

Yi Lin raised her head.

really,

The subspace created by the space of evil thoughts can only "slightly" trap these thousands of pale hands.

In less than a second, with a touch of their small hands, they began to erase the boundaries of subspace.

In the world of black and white, due to their erosion, holes of varying sizes appeared on all sides.

At the other end of the hole is the starry sky of Gugu Town, another space.

Right now.

Yi Lin could not confirm whether there was such a thing as "will" in these pale palms that were as terrifying as locusts. But because of Yi Lin's tireless efforts to obstruct him, he finally caught the attention of one of the hands. That palm, like a tadpole, swung its wrist and quickly approached Yi Lin.

From the approaching pale palm, Yi Lin didn't feel any strange energy or surging breath. But it was this strange existence, the strange "creature" that swam out of the space cracks violently blasted by the mage, that left Yi Lin and the mage at a loss. They almost exhausted their cards, but they were helpless.

Yi Lin's mind was spinning, and black blood kept flowing from Yi Lin's eyes. He estimated the speed of his palm and crushed a card casually.

"Obsidian Sword!"

Cut it in two!

grass!

The hand is not broken!

The sword is broken.

Yi Lin watched in shock as the obsidian sword struck his pale palm - he had just planned to give it a try. The attributes of the obsidian sword stated that it had the energy to cut the sword in half, but in an instant, a piece of it was "gnawed" off by the scary little hand.

It turned into a broken sword that was cut in two pieces.

After obliterating the obsidian sword, the little hand touched it up.

Yi Lin had no intention of using her body to taste the trembling of her little hands.

This pale palm seems to carry some mysterious power. Although it looks weak, it can obliterate everything it comes into contact with, which is very terrifying.

This is no longer anything on the level of energy, power, or attributes. If Yi Lin is forced to find an adjective to describe the feeling that that palm gave him when he bit off the obsidian sword, compared to any description of power, Yi Lin felt that it was more like...

rule.

It's similar to the "Mediocre Series" props.

product of rules.

There seems to be a "if you touch it, you're done" rule attached to it.

Unreasonable and unstoppable.

"hiss."

Fortunately, that hand was not very interested in Yi Lin. When Yi Lin was fighting wits with the lonely pale hand, the space of evil thoughts he released with the help of [Laughing Mask] had been riddled with holes. It was like a balloon with countless holes stuck in it. Yilin could no longer continue to output spiritual energy to maintain the space of evil thoughts and let them dissipate.

After coming out of the space of evil thoughts, the army of palms blocked by Yi Lin for only a few seconds was approaching the mage who was concentrating on rubbing circles at an extremely fast speed.

The mage was sweating profusely and his expression was very anxious. The transmission circle in front of him was about the size of a basin. After rubbing it for a while, it seemed to be complete and could accommodate one person.

Yilin once again endured the severe pain in her eyes and blurred vision, and activated [Analytical Vision].

The mage's circular movements and the invasion of his palms all slowed down.

Yi Lin stepped into the void, sat cross-legged, and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Yi Lin's thinking speed and deduction speed surpassed the physical level, and she was deducing possible futures.

All the movement trajectories of the palms turned into thousands of dotted lines in Yilin's "vision".

At the end of the trajectory of tens of thousands of pale palms, it was the mage.

——Mages will be overwhelmed by them.

Taken away by them.

The futures deduced by Yi Lin will only lead to the same ending: mage, dead.

"I couldn't save him in the end."

In an instant, a faint sadness surged into my heart.

Emotions are not strong enough to be food for [Laughing Mask].

But Yi Lin deeply felt this sad emotion in the moment when everything was silent and everything slowed down.

Unknowingly, the mage became similar to A Deng, a mentor and friend on Yi Lin's path forward.

If the mage really died, Yi Lin would not be said to be mad with grief, but she would definitely be sad for a while.

Maybe next year, Yi Lin will place the Master's favorite food on the weed-covered grave, carve an exquisite fruit basket, and show off her superb knife skills.

Yilin thought she was racing.

He was thinking, deducing, pondering, and making a last-ditch effort.

At this last moment, what else can he do to try to keep the Supreme Mage alive?

It only takes...a few seconds!

The mage is almost ready!

The props in the storage space flashed through Yi Lin's mind.

All the skills, abilities, and means he possesses have become an element in the deduction.

Yi Lin is looking for a short future that can allow the Supreme Mage to survive.

"Huh? I haven't tried this before."

Yi Lin suddenly remembered something.

This seems to be Green's territory.

yes!

here,

This is Green's territory!

How could that Green allow these locusts to run wild in his own territory?

The slowly passing time flows again.

Yi Lin could hardly see anything in front of her eyes, and everything was only a hazy shadow.

It's like what a person who is highly myopic and doesn't wear glasses sees everything.

With extremely fast hand speed, he took out a prop that he didn't know where to use from the corner of the empty storage space.

——[Nightmare Score Chapter 6].

Crush the card.

Dots of brilliance gathered into an ancient parchment in Yi Lin's hands.

On the parchment scroll, someone used mottled ink to compose a piece of staff with moldy handwriting.

That's a song.

That is a song. Whenever Yi Lin opens this [Nightmare Music Score Chapter 6], as the name suggests, it lingers in her mind like a weird melody like a nightmare.

"If you die in the end, I will burn incense for you in the future."

Before Yi Lin sang, she silently said these words in her mind to the completely unaware mage.

He didn't say it.

The mage will definitely be angry.

Listen to the song,

calm down,

Even if I sing poorly,

It's also a farewell.

If the farewell turns into a final farewell, the mage will not lose. At least he will get an extra farewell song.

With this idea of ​​breaking the jar, Yi Lin started singing loudly.

The strange melody mixed with a bit of sadness appeared in Yilin's mind when she opened the parchment staff, and it lingered in her mind and could not be forgotten.

That song seems to be imprinted deep in the soul.

"There was a girl born into royalty,"

"As the old ballad goes,"

"She is the most beautiful girl in the royal family,"

"She's in the stone castle every night,"

"Sleep alone,"

"Any sound that can awaken even the dead,"

"I can't even wake her up..."

Yi Lin's voice is not loud, but it is extremely lethal.

The mage did not expect that the farmer would choose to sing at this time.

Are you serious?

So enthusiastic?

So unrestrained?

What he didn't even expect was that those palms rushing towards him, tens of thousands of them ready to move up and down the mage, would use various gestures to surround the mage and freeze him in the space at the moment Yi Lin's song sounded.

Palms, stop!

Yi Rin continued to sing.

It’s really just singing.

The paused palm began to move again.

But they no longer pounced on the mage, but retreated like the tide as uniformly as when they came.

Return!

They actually retreated!

It turns out that singing Green’s songs is really effective!

As Yi Lin sang, she felt a little surprised.

When he got the music score, he pondered it for a while but found no use.

After a while, Yi Lin vaguely understood the reason.

It seems that singing Green's songs on Green's territory seems to be a pretense!

The army of pale palms leaves just as quickly as it comes.

In less than ten seconds, they all entered the crack at the end of the sky. The cracks are still there, but it seems like they never came.

Seeing this scene, the Supreme Mage didn't know what "magic" Yi Lin was doing, but it had an effect. He continued to draw a circle, and after Yi Lin used "Nightmare Score" to push back those palms, the Supreme Mage drew a teleportation circle for a long time, and finally expanded to a size large enough for one person to pass through.

"call--"

Yi Lin breathed a long sigh of relief.

He stopped singing.

The singing stopped, and the terrifying pale palm army did not make a comeback.

It seemed like they were really scared.

"it is finally over."

Yi Lin felt so tired.

Moreover, he felt a little ashamed to sing in front of the mage.

The mage wiped away the sweat from his head, and suddenly he felt like he was in trouble. At this time, he knew that he had to maintain his composure. With a smile on his face, he invited Yi Lin: "Do you want to travel to my world?"

"my world,"

"There are countless planets,"

"There are parallel dimensions,"

"There are new and interesting technologies,"

\u0026quot;There are all kinds of human beings,\u0026quot;

"There is a demigod who can dance,"

"By the way, the Wanda I was talking about changed from married to widowed before I left."

"Believe me, she's awesome."

"Even if you don't like it Wanda, maybe you can find a wife or lover who is like a flower in my world and end your single life. Believe me, being single is not good for your health. It's really not good."

The mage made an invitation to Yi Lin in a joking tone.

But Yi Lin could tell that the mage was serious.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

Whether they want to continue academic exchanges or whether they develop a true friendship during this period.

In short, the mage seems to really hope that Yi Lin can go to his world and continue to explore the possibility of combining magic and crystal pattern together.