The Original Seeker

At the same time, emerald green vines began to grow from Wu Ling's feet. These sharp barbed vines didn't take much effort to cut through his protective clothing and plunge into the flesh under the fingernails of his feet.

Compared with the pain of a barb piercing into the flesh, the pain caused by the neurotoxin contained in the barb itself is probably ten times deeper.

This is a special toxin designed by the fireworks in just a second. It can cause humans to suffer from a nervous breakdown, but it will not cause much damage to the body.

For this kind of ant who dares to offend itself, it feels too easy to kill it casually. It should be tortured in pain for three to five years, and then die after being completely broken.

"Tear!"

But Wu Ling was also a ruthless person. When he realized that a certain toxin had been injected into his feet, he didn't hesitate to hit his feet with a backhand.

The two toes contaminated by the toxins and the numerous vines around, all flew into the air with bright red blood.

The red blood and green juice splashed around under the huge kinetic energy of this sword, as far as Mira, hundreds of meters away.

...

"Son of luck!!"

Guixian, who belonged to the two camps, uttered four words in unison after Wu Ling's self-slashing fierce stab.

Unlike other roads, they belong to ghosts and immortals, they can "see" the changes in air transport relatively clearly, and they have the most in-depth research on air transport.

Through the observation of a large number of samples, the ghosts and immortals discovered a rather special physique in some people-the sons of air luck. They are one of the very few who can actively or passively consume their own air luck before reaching the immortal stage , To achieve some people who are basically impossible to achieve operations on weekdays.

For example, Wu Ling just cut his own knife. If he cuts half a second slowly, or cuts one centimeter less, it will be impossible to stop the toxins that start from his toes and follow the blood circulation to the heart.

"He is not an ordinary son of luck, but the'son of destiny' tied to the federation's luck..."

"How could the'Child of Destiny' be a mortal?"

"Why does he appear at this time?"

"I do not know either……"

...

The two ghosts exchanged information frantically. In their eyes, Wu Ling's appropriate sword just now was an effect that could only be achieved by burning the federal air transport behind it.

Based on the little luck on his body, how could He De guard against a sneak attack that belonged to the real immortal, and even had no shame.

"Son of Qi Luck, Chess Piece of Qi Luck." Bai Mo, who was quietly watching somewhere, said to a projection clone of Yun Jie next to him.

"You mean... the federation's huge luck has given birth to its own consciousness?"

"..."

Bai Mo did not answer.

Of course, the fact is that he can’t say much, because Bai Mo has already seen that this young man named Wu Ling is one of the spiritless casts in the federal civilization. It is also a tentative one. Let’s be regarded as throwing stones to ask for directions and come out to stir. All of a sudden, he will complete his historical mission.

The real future is unpredictable, but the most likely result can be deduced from the information we have.

...

Wu Ling is not the kind of high-level monk who can mutilate his limbs and rebirth at will. The two toes he cut off by his own knife are really gone. Even if the high temperature on the surface of the Slaughter Sword instantly stops the bleeding from the wound he cut out, Because of a slight loss of balance, he staggered for a moment.

"Do you dare to haunt me with the mere grievances of waste?" After analyzing the fireworks for several seconds, he finally understood the source of this disgusting force.

That is the resentment from mortals.

The stratum between the extraordinary and ordinary people is highly consolidated, or they hate social injustice, or are dissatisfied with no way to go. Hundreds of millions of mortals have accumulated massive grievances during these centuries.

The power represented by resentment will unconsciously look for people who are willing to make aspirations and try to truly change all of this.

This kind of invisible and colorless thing, if in the age of inanimate mortals, might only be loaded into certain strugglers against the existing system in the form of luck.

But this is the age of psychic energy, an age where idealistic spiritual forces can interfere in the material world, and the power of aura created by resentment can even be used directly in combat.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a branch of Shinto, but this one is more extreme, because the user is essentially just a substitute for the will of sentient beings, a tool man only for accomplishing tasks.

Once the task is completed, the resentment dissipates, and the gathered power will follow.

Transporting to heaven and earth is the same force, and transporting heroes is not free.

"It can only be done quickly." Wu Ling checked his physical condition for a while, and the state was not optimistic.

Even if the penetration of toxins in the blood is prevented, how can the neurotoxins produced by fireworks be easy to be passed down. Although it is not so good that it can have a soul and knows how to attack automatically, it has a virus that spreads wildly and replicates itself. characteristic.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding air has been occupied by a large amount of neurotoxins. Every millisecond, Wu Ling needs to consume a large amount of air transport to purify this unnamed toxin.

In anger, the fireworks no longer care about the life and death of other people below. The toxins continue to spread out, and ordinary people will die if they touch them. Even a monk, under the attack of the toxins blessed by the true immortal power, will only survive for a few more seconds.

Only a few people with the same level of power can protect themselves from this indiscriminate attack.

...

Wu Ling did the calculations, and her body could only hold on for another five minutes at most.

It was not because of lack of air luck, but just to fight against the true immortal, the power flowing through his body instantly was too large, and as a repeater, he was about to explode.

But before that, he still decided, even if he sacrificed himself, he should give these true immortals who are superior and don't treat ordinary people with a straight eye, a lesson that will never be remembered forever!

"The Age of Doom!"

The resentment that was completely condensed into substance, exploded at the tip of the sword of Slaughter Immortal.

It is a flame with several colors~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The outermost is white.

The second layer is yellow.

The third layer is orange.

...

There are seven layers down, and the most central part is purple.

The seven-colored flames, in less than a millisecond, expanded like a big bang into a space that enveloped everyone.

Even at the edge of the space battlefield, Olga and Huang Wuji, who were fighting fiercely somewhere in the gap, were also covered by this strange space.

In this space, everyone can feel that the psychic energy in their own body is leaking crazily, and then dissolving into the outside world without leaving a trace.

PS: Take the time to fish for a more chapter, by the way, PY a "I'm the Dean of Youkai Academy", the author is also an old friend who has been milked a few books by me.

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