National Creation: My world is indescribable

Li Weiwei and Lu Qingshu were still waiting in their respective worlds as he had asked for before.

For this tournament alone, it's nowhere near the time when they can be useful.

It's just that since the other party doesn't make a move.

The corners of Wang Yuanzhou's eyes twitched slightly, and his eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

Suddenly, he already had an idea in his mind.

......

Lu Yuan Dynasty can also be regarded as a figure in the metal world system.

None of his family background is prominent, and he can achieve this level.

It is probably also thanks to the usual caution, and at every turn he detects that the situation is wrong, and quietly retreats behind everyone.

After all, unlike the tournament, if you start a life-and-death battle on weekdays, the loss-making creation cannot be made up.

Don't fight uncertain battles!

This is the code and covenant that he made for himself as the creator.

It is also the strength of his ability to attain the supreme spirit of the grass.

However, the current situation made it difficult for him to ride a tiger.

It's not that there are no draws, it's just that it's quite difficult to get there.

If it is in the past, even for him, to be able to win the victory, it takes hard work.

It's just that the opponent in front of him now is not someone he can deal with the past casually.

Wang Yuanzhou, this person's name has been thunderous not only in the Sun Moon Academy, but even in the entire Shenzhou.

It is precisely with this consideration that the powerful name has been adopted here based on his personal code of conduct in the past.

But herein lies the problem.

This may minimize the danger, but it does not mean that he can win in this way.

Since the other party can fight against the combined forces of the three worlds of the Gao Wu world at the same time in his personal world, then break them one by one.

For the other party, it should not be a difficult thing.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lu Yuanchao's mouth rose slightly, and his smile carried a touch of bitterness, slightly helpless.

Even though the best choice has been taken, sorrow seems to be here, and even so, unfolding in front of the eyes, it seems that it will not change in the slightest.

Failure seems to be a foregone conclusion.

And all this, the fight has not even officially begun.

That's the funniest thing.

When Lu Yuanchao was helplessly lamenting, changes suddenly occurred here.

The metal world is quite resistant to negative effects such as flesh and blood distortions and curses.

This is the creator of the metal world.

He is naturally clear.

However, with the fog obscuring his world, he has even lost contact with his creation.

At this moment, the sound of metal rubbing suddenly came from the smoke.

It's mixed with creepy roars and boiling sounds.

The voice seemed to be beyond the screams and roars of all the beasts in this world.

It is not an existence that humans can understand.

What happened.

Lu Yuanchao didn't know, but at that moment, he already felt that his silver-level creation had hundreds of them, and at that moment, he suddenly lost the connection he had established from the depths of his divine soul.

Lu Yuanchao's brows furrowed slightly, trying to mobilize his own creation and dispel the fog.

This noise continues to occur here one after another.

The connection established from the depths of the soul between the Creator and the Creator is also like a broken thread, constantly cutting and separating.

Fear is like a maggot's tarsal bone, constantly climbing and spreading, until it wraps its whole body, like a cicada cocoon, so that he cannot get out of the trap, unable to extricate himself, can only be like a prey, let the deadly fear completely engulf it.

......

Many spectators outside the stadium who stopped here to watch the game because of Wang Yuanzhou's previous fame looked at the screen covered by fog, and the corners of their eyes twitched.

If it is common sense, when the two sides fight a decisive battle, the fog of war will not be presented to the audience.

However, as things stand, things seem to be as different as they expected.

The smoke lingered, and the figure of the creator was unrecognizable.

Only the mournful cry and screams and roars echoed in the ears of everyone.

Obviously, anyone who has seen Wang Yuanzhou's previous scene should know that the smoke in the sky at this time should be the other party's handiwork.

But here's where the point of confusion is.

It stands to reason that the inorganic creations of the metal world should not emit such a harsh cry.

In other words, such a miserable and sharp cry should only come from the dark world of Wang Yuanzhou and his companions.

However, this fog that covers everyone's eyes is Wang Yuanzhou's own handwriting, which is what makes others feel strange.

It is rare to say that the Heavenly Pride of that Divine State created a means that was enough to cover up everyone's fog, just to cover up the fact that the creation under his command was slaughtered!?

This point is obviously impossible, this logic is not smooth, and in terms of the strength that Wang Yuanzhou has shown before, things will not have this kind of unfolding.

In this way, there is another possibility, although it is also beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

But it's realistic.

It's just that everyone who witnessed Wang Yuanzhou's previous performance is inevitably surprised when they look at this now.

After all, most of the people sitting on the scene had witnessed the potential and strength that Wang Yuanzhou showed at that time.

That fashion and no one can help him, and there is still that high-martial world diamond-level creation.

In terms of the amount of information revealed in advance throughout the game, in terms of frontal combat ability alone, the metal world should not exceed the high-martial arts world.

In this way, it seems a little strange to unfold like this.

Therefore, the audience looked at the scene in front of them, although they were confused in their hearts, but they were not sure at the moment, so they just whispered to each other.

There was no large-scale noise and noise.

The scene is quite calm.

"I just said, he Wang Yuanzhou is just this level in the end!"

"Win the championship! What kind of championship?

"Still dreaming?"

A cannonball-like riot almost didn't frighten the souls of everyone watching the game.

Lin Wan, who was in the VIP room, held his chest with his hands and squinted his eyes, and saw that Li Xiaoba, who was here as a commentator, was spitting on the microphone and frantically making wild words.

An expression that you don't understand, but Lao Tzu has already seen through.

Looking at the white and bloated face, Lin wanted to rush forward for no reason, and greeted his fat pig-like face twice.