The End of the World: Start with a Book, All Superpowers Depend on Reading

At this moment, Wang Mingyang no longer cared about his physical condition.

He even didn't know why the Dark Lord appeared in his spiritual world.

But he can also guess a thing or two.

It was nothing more than an attempt to annihilate his true spirit and completely obliterate him.

Since there is no way to retreat, we can only fight to the death!

The spiritual sun burst into glory and turned into three-legged golden crows, attacking crazily towards the dark storm.

With the impact of countless Golden Crows, the dark storm was completely annihilated.

The dark master frowned slightly, and the pair of black wings behind him suddenly fell off.

Transformed into a gorgeous black sword.

Holding a long sword in his hand, the Dark Master gently slashed at the blazing sun hanging high in the sky.

The dark sword light immediately split the entire spiritual world, carrying boundless power, and struck at the blazing sun.

And the black long sword in his hand turned into pieces of black feathers and scattered.

Even the spiritual phantom of the Dark Lord is much more illusory.

It seemed that this sword consumed most of the distracting energy.

Wang Mingyang did not sit still and wait for death, and used his body to meet the fierce sun.

All the light converged instantly, and the blazing spiritual sun turned into a shocking sword light, and he rushed forward without fear of death!

Darkness and golden light are like comets hitting the earth.

Split Wang Mingyang's entire spiritual world in half, and large pieces of the sea of ​​consciousness fell into the void.

In this collision, even if Wang Mingyang can win, I am afraid that his spiritual world will completely collapse.

When the time comes, the true spirit will have nowhere to hide.

Wang Mingyang himself is really done.

——The protagonist dies, the book is finished o(╥﹏╥)o

Darkness and golden light consume each other, and the spiritual world has collapsed in half.

A purple beam of light appeared suddenly out of thin air.

In an instant, it penetrated the illusory figure of the Dark Lord.

"Purple Eyes, it turns out it's you, this bedbug..."

The figure of the dark master slowly dissipated, leaving only a mental wave full of ridicule.

The purple light extended until it hit the dark sword light.

With this help, Wang Mingyang's blazing sun sword light instantly gained the upper hand.

The golden light suddenly appeared, completely submerging the dark sword light.

And the purple beam slowly disappeared.

Wang Mingyang's figure reappeared, and the re-condensed spiritual sun had shrunk by half.

The black mist slowly dissipated, and the sea of ​​consciousness gradually stopped collapsing.

A crystal clear diamond is suspended above the sea of ​​consciousness.

It seems to be the spiritual power left by the dark lord.

But the will within it has completely disappeared.

Looking at the devastated spiritual world, Wang Mingyang sighed softly.

The spiritual sun once again hung high above the sea of ​​consciousness, and wisps of golden light enveloped the diamond, gradually forming a cocoon of light the size of a fist.

After doing all this, the golden light of the spiritual sun began to disperse towards the surroundings.

The brilliance of the blazing sun gradually faded towards the bright moon.

Wang Mingyang won this battle.

However, his strength was greatly reduced as a result.

Most of the sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, and the spiritual sun was directly knocked back one level, returning to the level of the spiritual bright moon.

"What is that purple beam of light?"

Wang Mingyang, who survived the disaster, slowly withdrew from the spiritual world.

His eyes slowly opened, and Wang Mingyang lay on the ground, looking up at the sky.

The broken throat prevented him from even making a sound, and he felt a sense of suffocation.

Wang Mingyang could only endure the pain in his head that almost caused him to collapse.

Cast a life bloom on myself.

The green light ball disappeared into the neck, quickly repairing the broken throat.

Slowly sitting up, the two furry heads came up and rubbed against his side.

Only then did he realize that the fortune-bringing and wealth-promoting people were squatting next to him.

And around them, lay the corpses of many zombies and sea beasts.

"Master! Master..."

There was smoke and dust in the distance, as if there were giant beasts galloping.

Faintly, Xiao Huanyan's heartbreaking cries could also be heard.

After rubbing the heads of the two little ones, Wang Mingyang couldn't make a sound.

After suffering such a severe injury, it seemed that even the recovery speed of the physical body was much slower.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Huanyan finally rushed to Wang Mingyang with several scarred mutated creatures.

The mutated creatures that had been frightened by the battle here began to move again.

"Woo..."

"Meow……"

Wangcai and Zhaocai roared in anger, dodged, jumped out again, and started killing crazily.

Xiao Huanyan jumped off a giant turtle and rolled and crawled to Wang Mingyang's side.

Look at the mottled blood on his body and his pale face.

He still didn't know how dangerous his master was just now.

Even if she only saw it from a distance, she could still feel the overwhelming power of the Dark Lord's move that peeled away the world.

"Master, how are you, are you okay?"

Xiao Huanyan hugged Wang Mingyang and asked softly with a trembling voice.

"I...I'm fine."

Wang Mingyang's voice seemed to have recovered a lot, and he replied hoarsely.

Xiao Huanyan looked Wang Mingyang up and down with some disbelief, and saw that although he was covered in blood, most of his meteorite gold armor had dissipated.

But it seems that the wounds on the surface of the body have healed.

His face was full of pear blossoms and he nodded repeatedly, and his high-hanging heart finally relaxed a little.

Wang Mingyang struggled to get up, but staggered and almost fell.

Xiao Huanyan quickly grabbed his waist, put an arm on her shoulder, and carefully helped Wang Mingyang up.

"It seems that your life has been saved for the time being..."

A bit of purple light flashed in front of the two people, and quickly spread into a purple illusory figure.

Mental fluctuations spread, and voices rang in Wang Mingyang's heart.

"Who?!"

Xiao Huanyan was shocked and quickly blocked Wang Mingyang's body.

The master at this moment is extremely weak, and no strong enemy will appear again.

She will risk her life!

"Huanyan, it's okay, get out of the way!"

Wang Mingyang gently pressed Xiao Huanyan's shoulders and stepped forward with difficulty.

"But..." Xiao Huanyan was stubborn and didn't want to get out of the way.

"It helped me just now."

Wang Mingyang was unable to pull Xiao Huanyan away, so he could only continue to rest on her shoulders weakly.

Seeing that Wang Mingyang was on the verge of collapse, Xiao Huanyan had no choice but to continue to stop him.

"Thank you for your help just now...but, who are you?"

Wang Mingyang asked in a hoarse voice.

The purple figure exudes mental fluctuations and is not an entity.

Wang Mingyang had already felt this mental fluctuation in his sea of ​​consciousness just now.

Exactly the same.

"You won't meet the Dark Lord again for the time being. I will go find you later...the strongest human being in this era."

The voice sounded in Wang Mingyang's mind again.

The purple figure raised his finger slightly and pointed a purple light towards Wang Mingyang.

A fleeting purple light appeared on the back of Wang Mingyang's hand.

Dark Lord, this purple figure calls the angel who looks like Lucifer the Dark Lord.

Most likely, this is his real name.

Don't look at the dark master's spiritual phantom that has been annihilated in Wang Mingyang's sea of ​​consciousness.

But he wasn't dead at all, it was just a distraction.

Just a distraction almost killed Wang Mingyang.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying the Dark Lord's true form would be.

Wang Mingyang frowned and felt the back of his hand carefully. There were only subtle mental fluctuations.

It seems to be a beacon.

Very similar to the beacon of his illusory homing pigeon.

Without waiting for Wang Mingyang's response, the purple figure turned into a little purple light and shot straight into the sky, disappearing instantly.

"Purple eyes..."

Wang Mingyang looked at the sky and murmured softly.

Before the dark master disappeared, it seemed that this was the name he was chanting.

"Master, are you okay?"

Xiao Huanyan asked softly, her eyes full of worry.

The purple figure's spiritual voice did not appear in her mind.

From Wang Mingyang's words, she also knew that her master seemed to have been helped by the other party just now.

But at this moment, Xiao Huanyan was more concerned about Wang Mingyang's body.