The House of Everything I Created

Black Bear listened to Absinthe's words and looked at the other party's face, which was like a young boy. Although it was very distorted, he also showed a smile on his face.

This smile was very strange and full of sexual interest.

"Hehe, tender skin and flesh, I like it very much, so let's have some fun,"

"Before you die,"

Absinthe's face froze when he heard this, "He can naturally hear the meaning of this sentence."

"It's actually a gay, damn..."

Thinking of this, he seemed to be as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

There was a cold light in his eyes, looking at the black bear who was approaching him.

The other party held a machine gun in his hand, pointing at him vaguely.

It seemed that as long as he made any unusual movements, he would attack him.

Absinthe slowly stood up and approached the black bear. The closer he got, the more his body changed.

Pieces of flesh fell from his face to the ground, and a hideous and terrifying face appeared.

"Come on, let's have fun."

Black Bear was horrified when he saw the changes in Absinthe, and countless bullets poured out from his machine gun.

The hot light produced by the friction with the air penetrated Absinthe's body, pierced through the wall behind him, and left countless bullet holes.

But this attack obviously had no effect on Absinthe, it was a vengeful spirit, completely immune to any physical attack.

It suddenly turned into a ball of black mist and wrapped around Black Bear.

Facing the attack from Absinthe, Black Bear was horrified.

He threw away the machine gun in his hand and retreated.

The whole body was filled with a bronze color, and a faint spirit covered the whole body.

Both fists suddenly swung out, turning into fist winds, covering the space in front of him.

The bronze spirit turned into fists one after another, staying within a range of three feet in front of him.

Resisting the black resentment torrent that rushed towards him.

At this time, Absinthe's body had already turned into countless resentments, filling the entire room.

He was refined into the strange summoning album and became a part of it.

In this Wanshiwu, his power would be enhanced to a certain extent, and he had broken through the peak level of initiation.

But he was not at the level of human immortals, and he had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation with the black bear.

So what he was doing now was just harassing the black bear and fighting a protracted war with the other party.

Using his physical immunity, many of the other party's modern weapons had no effect on it.

Palms made of resentment grabbed the black bear from all directions.

Facing these attacks, the black bear did not let go.

His fists were as fast as lightning, and each punch would defeat a palm that stretched out from the black resentment.

He didn't dare to let these palms full of resentment touch him.

The resentful spirits were a strange existence, and physical attacks were ineffective. Only those who mastered the essence could defeat them.

At this time, his eyes were slightly solemn, looking left and right, looking for the resentful spirits in the dark fog around him.

His technique is good at body training, but when dealing with an invisible thing like absinthe, his methods are much simpler.

At this time, absinthe was hidden in the boundless resentment, and there was no intention of appearing.

He was even happy about this. As long as he could entangle this black bear, he would be victorious.

In Brandy's original room, Lin Yi sat here.

The one who pushed the door in was Tattoo, a man covered with all kinds of strange tattoos, and his whole body was filled with a strange magic.

A dark green light was running around his body.

This light, combined with the tattoos on his body, formed a strange illusory illusion around him.

Obviously, he practiced a technique that contained illusions.

Even the tattoos on his body were made of a special material, which could complement the essence in his body to form various illusions.

When he saw Lin Yi slowly standing up from the bed, his face froze.

A hint of ominousness flashed through his heart instinctively. The other party had been waiting for them for a long time, and they seemed to have fallen into a trap.

Lin Yi's whole body was like a dream. He took a step forward and arrived in front of Ci Qing in the next moment.

At this time, he had already activated the "Illusionary Immortal Path", and the whole person was like a dream.

Ci Qing looked at the other party performing a method similar to his own, and his heart sank.

He had never fought with people with similar methods, and he immediately felt pressured about his chances of winning.

But at this time, he could not hesitate, and two dark green scimitars appeared in his hands.

In a flash, they turned into two crescent moons and enveloped Lin Yi.

He didn't know where the opponent was exactly, so he simply enveloped the area where the enemy was in front of him.

Illusion only interferes with the opponent's vision and hearing, etc., but cannot substantially change the enemy's existence.

As long as you attack the opponent, the opponent must defend.

Dangdang

With the sound of metal collision, the crescent moon drawn by the two scimitars instantly collided with something.

At this moment, three figures rushed out from the illusory figures in front of him and rushed towards him from the left, right and center.

Tattoo immediately noticed something was wrong, and retracted the two scimitars, forming a ball of blue moonlight around him.

Not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.

Three figures came from three directions, and they all punched out, hitting three vital points on his body straight down.

Tattoo could clearly see that the three figures were wearing steel gloves, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"No matter which one of you is real, my scimitar is not so easy to break."

The knife light drew a twisted arc, and in an instant it passed through the three figures, where the gloves and elbows intersected.

That was the most vulnerable place. With his knife light, he could cut off the opponent's palm immediately with just one cut.

But after the knife passed through this vulnerable point, he didn't smile at all.

Because he didn't feel any sense of cutting any substantial object at all.

Suddenly he had an idea in his mind.

"No, they are all fake."

As this thought flashed through his mind, a palm gently slapped his spine.

A stream of energy instantly blocked the connection between his body and brain.

Like rotten meat without bone support, he fell directly to the ground and could no longer move.

A figure on the other side was smashed through the wall and fell into his room.

Vodka's body was filled with dark light, and he rushed out from the broken hole in the wall, stepping on the person thrown out to the ground, unable to move.

The last of the seven people, Condor, vomited blood, and hugged Vodka's leg that was stepping on his chest with both hands, trying to struggle, but he was so powerless.

At this time, Vodka looked at Lin Yi.