Lord of all things swallowing the stars

Chapter 47 Fantasy Creation
A gray streak of light appeared from the horizon, filling the entire fantasy world.

Rolling gray storms.

School, classmates, monsters, and a fiery rainstorm.

Under the storm, everything turned into a gray air current, and the whole space appeared chaotic and disorderly, only Lin Yan and Wen Zhian were left standing.

And the gloomy black clouds above the firmament.

"Ah-ah-ah"

The voice came from nowhere, and it felt as if it was the voice of the world, pouring out the pain of the world.

The black cloud was churning violently.

Sometimes it rolls like a huge wave, and sometimes it is silent like an abyss.

Finally, it condensed into a tall black mist giant, with a back like a mountain, arms like a dragon, eyes like the sun, and hair like a coiled snake.

He stepped on the void, broke through the chaos, and the black stick in his hand was extremely powerful, sweeping across the world.

Swipe down the long stick!

In Lin Yan's eyes, the sky and the sun are covered.

boom!
The black mist and illusory transparent light spots exploded, presenting a wonderful spectacle!

A transparent wall of light blocked in front of them.

The black mist giant kept swinging the long stick in his hand, but Lin Yan remained unmoved. The wall of light seemed to separate the two worlds, making the black mist giant's attack disappear.

"Have you had enough?"

He said coldly: "It's my turn when I've played enough."

In this illusion, Lin Yan's hall of thinking is fully unfolded, and he feels in his heart that he is like a god, the sun and the moon change at will, and everything changes at will.

Waves of golden light are brewing behind him. This kind of gold is completely different from the black cat's golden pupils, giving people a sense of nobility originating from the soul.

The golden light reveals an illusory silhouette of a human being, who is wearing a golden armor and looks majestic.

The sound of ancient war drums was faintly heard in the ears.

Take the bow and draw the arrow.

A feathered arrow of the golden armored god of war is resting on the string, and the bow is like a moon, and the inspiration of the world seems to be gathered on this arrow.

The black mist giant felt a great sense of oppression, and the arrow pointing at it made it feel as if it was suffocating.

The black stick waved like a desperate beast.

Oh, it should be honored.

Yizhu chiseled his teeth in the field of Chouhua, killed nine infants in the fierce water, defied the strong wind in the lake of Qingqiu, shot up ten days and went down to kill Jiaojiao, cut off snakes in Dongting, and captured Xiong in the mulberry forest.

Even if this creation originated from Lin Yan's fantasy, how could it be worthy of this arrow?

Zheng——

Feather and arrow leave the string.

At this moment, his golden illusory figure seemed to coincide with the great sun, so dazzling that it was frozen in this eternal legend.

……

"Fuck."

"Play off."

You really can't be inflated as a human being!
When the virtual palace was unfolded just now, Lin Yan only felt that in this illusion, he was a god, but he could cover the sky with one hand and create the world with one thought.

I create a head Oh.

I was just fantasizing about creating a mythical character, and a wave of "Extinguish the sun" came, and now I can't stand still, and my legs are shaking a little.

Wen Zhian supported him, and asked with concern: "Lin Yan, what's wrong with you?"

What's wrong with me?
I am fine!

I can shoot another arrow!
Lin Yan's self-esteem as a good man forced himself to cover up his weakness, and said: "It's nothing, just a little weak."

At this moment, he only needs to move his mind, and the illusion will be shattered, but he is not in a hurry to do so.

Their figures suddenly appeared beside the fallen black mist giant, a snow-white feathered arrow pierced its brow, and the arrow body was surrounded by white air.

The black mist giant disintegrated and turned into a black cat again, with a bloodstain between its eyebrows.

And the snow-white feather arrows also turned into spots of light and dissipated.

Lin Yan knew that the black cat's soul had been shattered by that arrow, and would soon die completely.

This is what it deserves.

Under this beast tide, tens of thousands of soldiers died in battle, how innocent they were, and when they were active in the northern district, how many people were killed because their bones were gone?
It is not an exaggeration to frustrate the bone and raise the ashes.

While it was dying, Lin Yan wanted to see what kind of secrets it had.

Under his gaze, the black cat became unreal in his eyes.

Huh?
There is?
He found that a strange spiritual brand was engraved on the black cat's spiritual body.

Lin Yan observed carefully, and finally judged that this should be the method of the spiritual master to control the beast.

He frowned and thought about it. According to his understanding, the method of controlling beasts of a Psychiatrist is usually done in the way of "spiritual communication". This spiritual imprint may be a special kind of inheritance.

He lacks understanding in this regard, and does not know the specific efficacy of it.

Lin Yan thought for a while, and decided to try it out. The mental imprint was triggered, and the black cat twitched, making a painful whine like a blower.

Disillusionment.

Lin Yan's consciousness returned to reality, and he half-kneeled on the ground leaning on his sword, and felt that blood was flowing from his mouth and nose.

Wen Zhian also collapsed, she stood up, and immediately ran to Lin Yan's side, gently wiped away his blood, her pretty face was full of worry: "Are you okay?"

Lin Yan felt it himself, but the blood in his chest was churning, and he was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes: "It's nothing serious, it's just that the mental exhaustion is too high, and I need to take a rest."

He tried his best to cheer up, and glanced at the dead black cat on the ground. It was distorted and ugly, and it seemed to have experienced great pain.

Lin Yan knew that this was because the mental imprint was triggered.

Is this the method behind the scenes to control the monsters?

he thought.

Lin Yan just took a look, then passed the monster and walked towards the door leading to the safe passage.

He tried to open it, but it didn't budge.

Damn!

This door is also doped with Cro alloy, and it cannot be opened with one's own ability when it is locked.

so tired.

His eyelids couldn't help but drop.

The reaction of mental exhaustion surged up, he could no longer hold on, and he had to take a rest.

"The safe passage can't go."

"Into the warehouse."

"Wait until I wake up."

He said these few words sleepily and slowly, and then fell down. At the moment when his consciousness fell asleep, he felt himself falling into a soft embrace.

……

in the laboratory.

The metal cage holding the gray orangutan has been opened, [Professor Wu] unplugged the pipeline connected to the gray orangutan, and injected medicine into the gray orangutan's arm.

"Wake up, my brother."

His voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been scorched by fire, completely different from Professor Wu's voice.

The gray gorilla flicked his hand, and then slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a human in a lab coat.

Its blood-red eyes stared at him tightly, showing its sharp fangs, and its body was ready to bite off the neck of this human being in the next second.

"it's me."

[Professor Wu] said in the mouth, the familiar voice stunned the gray gorilla for a moment.

Then I saw the human skin on [Professor Wu]'s face cracked, and there was no trace of blood exposed inside, but a layer of off-white smooth skin.

No eyes, no nose, no mouth.

An extremely terrifying scene!
But the gray gorilla suddenly became agitated, grasped [Professor Wu]'s hand with his big rough hands, put it on his face, and started to cry like a child.

[Professor Wu] His face returned to normal again, he cared for the gray gorilla's head, and comforted him:
"It's ok."

"Don't cry, don't cry."

The voice was mournful, like the cold wind under the Nine Netherworld: "Those who bully us will die!"

(End of this chapter)