A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

"Huh... ha..."

The woman gasped with all her strength, as if every breath she took was a struggle against death.

The environment she was in was a deep forest shrouded in darkness and silence. Only the faint moonlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops and shone on her pale and frightened face.

She slowly raised her head and stared at the man with a gloomy face holding a silk cord in front of her.

Her eyes were full of confusion and despair, as if she wanted to find a glimmer of life in the other person's eyes.

"Why... do you know the player's position?" she asked in a hoarse voice, and every word seemed to use up all her strength.

Hearing this, Juan Suo raised a strange smile on his lips. He looked down at the embarrassed woman in front of him, and said as if he was admiring a work of art: "I put a curse on the body-type players, and a curse mark on the awakening-type players, so no matter who they are, I can track it accurately wherever I go.”

Having said this, he paused, looked up at the woman and continued: "Actually, what is somewhat unexpected is that even if I don't do this, everyone is still stuck in the barrier. After all, the real world is too much for them. Strangeness and danger, there is no reason to stay outside, plus the need to adapt to society, hide your identity, and avoid being hunted... No matter what the reason is, it is enough to give them a headache. "

As the woman listened to Juansuo's explanation, the fear in her heart became more intense. Finally, in the endless fear, she gave up her life and fell silent in the shadow of death.

"She is dead." Although the voice was not loud, it was clearly passed into Kuansuo's ears.

Juansuo was stunned for a moment, then turned to look in the direction where the sound came from. I saw a man walking slowly, with a disdainful smile on his face, as if he didn't care about everything in front of him.

"Junsuo, you really like talking to yourself." The visitor chuckled and turned to look at Junsuo, "Is it because you have lived for too long that you have become unbearably lonely?"

"Yes, do you want to be my friend?" Juansuo answered Huang Quzhe's question while glancing at the woman who had lost her vital signs.

Huang Zizhe responded: "This is a good suggestion. Becoming your friend may be a good choice."

However, despite his words, the expression on his face was full of disdain and ridicule. It seems that in his opinion, being in the company of people like Juansuo is simply a shame.

Juan Suo seemed to be aware of Huang Zhizhe's attitude, but he didn't care. He just smiled and said nothing. The atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little strange.

"Really? I'm so happy. Then let me first state the conditions for being a candidate for a friend." Hearing this, Juan Suo laughed out loud, his deep eyes flashing with a bit of seriousness and expectation, "First, you can't Make me feel bored. What I fear most in life is boredom. If you make me feel like this, then I will be rude. "

There was a bit of joking in his words, but there seemed to be a bit of truth hidden in it, making it difficult to tell for a moment.

Huang Zhizhe just looked at him indifferently, with a half-smile expression on his face, as if he didn't care too much about Kuansuo's words.

"Second, your strength is on par with mine..." Juansuo continued, with a bit of pride and arrogance in his tone, "I like to be with strong people. If you are too weak, then I have no interest in it."

However, before he finished speaking, Huang Zhizhe calmly interrupted: "I was joking. Don't take it seriously. I have suffered enough from my long-haired friends."

Hearing this, Juansuo sighed softly, seeming a little disappointed: "That's really a pity."

There was a bit of regret and regret in his words, as if he was really disappointed with Huang Zizhe's answer.

At this moment, Huang Zhizhe suddenly said: "Ah, wait a minute."

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the picture on it. It was a broadcast of a battle between Su Nuo and Gojo Satoru.

The figures of the two people flashed quickly on the screen, and every attack was full of the beauty of power and skill.

Upon seeing this, Juan Suo also came over to watch this peak showdown with Huang Zhizhe. His eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation, as if he was full of interest in this battle.

As time went by, the battle gradually entered a fierce stage. The strength of Su Nuo and Gojo Satoru cannot be underestimated, and the showdown between the two is full of suspense and unknowns.

"...I see. The expansion of the target of the technique..." Juansuo said suddenly, with a hint of understanding and understanding in his tone.

He seemed to have seen through Su Nuo's tactical intentions and had a deeper understanding of the battle.

Huang Zizhe didn't speak, just watched the battle on the screen silently. His eyes flashed with sharpness and determination, as if he had already made his own judgment on the outcome of this battle.

Finally, after a fierce competition, the winner was finally announced.

Su Nuo relied on his strong strength and exquisite tactics to defeat Gojo Satoru and win this peak showdown.

"Ha, that's a nice expression." Kinsuo mocked as he looked at Gojo Satoru's dead expression on the screen. There was a hint of schadenfreude and ridicule in his tone, as if he was very happy about Gojo Satoru's failure.

Huang Zizhe simply sighed: "Oh, that guy named Wu Jiao lost?"

There wasn't much emotion in his tone, as if he didn't care much about the outcome of the battle, "If he wins, your next target should be you, right? Junsou. In that case, we can still expect reinforcements." Woolen cloth."

Junsuo smiled nonchalantly after hearing this: "I advise you to give up on this idea."

There was a bit of confidence and arrogance in his words, as if he had absolute confidence in his own strength, "I have placed many surveillance spirits with barrier spells around me and in Shinjuku, and set up several surveillance benchmarks. The first is the 'total amount of magic power'. I know the total amount of magic power of the magicians gathered in Shinjuku at any time. Even if only one of them leaves Shinjuku, I can know it immediately. Especially the characteristics of 2's Otoko. "

At this point, he paused and continued: "Of course, I have also prepared 'visual sharing' with all the cursed spirits. Over there are Zenyuan Maki who has awakened the sky and cursed physique, and Ming, who probably has the space transfer system. Ming’s younger brother’s countermeasures only targeting magicians are too dangerous.”

There was a bit of cunning and insidiousness in his tone, as if he was showing Huang Zhizhe his intelligence and strength.

"Does that mean you're ready to run away at any time?" After listening to Juan Suo's tirade, Huang Shuzhe raised a sarcastic smile on his lips, with a bit of disdain in his eyes, "Are you too timid? It’s not like the Juansuo I know.”

They were standing in a dense forest. The sun cast mottled light and shadow through the gaps in the treetops. The breeze blew and the leaves rustled, which seemed to add a tense atmosphere to the conversation.

Juansuo didn't care about Huang Quzhe's sarcasm. He smiled softly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, "Haha, this is a secret between the two of us. Don't you know that in this world, there is only eternal love?" Interests, don’t you have eternal friends?”

Huang Zizhe was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Juan Suo to say that, but then he regained his composure and snorted coldly: "Then what interests do you think exist between you and me?"

"Of course there are benefits." Juansuo smiled mysteriously and did not continue to explain. Instead, he changed the topic and said, "Having said that, do you think I will give you time to wait for reinforcements if you become my enemy?"

Huang Zhezhe's heart tightened. He looked around subconsciously, only to find that he was surrounded by many curse spirits summoned by silk ropes.

These cursed spirits have different shapes, some have ferocious faces, and some are ghosts exuding black energy. They slowly rotate around the yellow tree and make a low roar.

"You...when did you..." Huang Zhizhe was interrupted by Juansuo before he could finish his words.

"That's it now!" Kuansuo shouted, quickly formed seals with his hands, and then swung forward suddenly.

Following Juansuo's movements, the curse spirits launched an attack on Huang Zizhe almost at the same time.

For a time, the woods were filled with the light and explosions of various spells, as if the entire woods had been ignited by the battle.

Although Huang Zhizhe was very strong, he was disrupted by this sudden attack. He dodged the attack of the curse spirit while looking for a breakthrough.

Finally, at the moment when a curse spirit was about to touch him, he suddenly dodged and avoided the attack, then broke off one of his teeth and threw it out with all his strength.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Huang Zhizhe's teeth drew a graceful arc in the air, and then exploded like a bomb.

The firelight drowned out all the besieging curse spirits, and the violent roar resounded throughout the forest, causing the leaves to fall.

When Juan Suo saw this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He didn't expect Huang Zhizhe to have such a means to resist the attack of his curse spirit.

But he was surprised, and he had no intention of stopping the attack.

Because for him, this battle has just begun.

Huang Zizhen was in a dark forest, surrounded by a strong spell.

While he nimbly dodged the continuous incoming curse spirits, he took off his own eyeballs or teeth and instantly turned them into powerful bombs.

Every time he waved his hand, there was a whistling sound, and the bombs streaked across the sky, hitting the place where the cursed spirits were densest.

Boom boom boom——

Deafening explosions echoed in the woods, flames flew everywhere, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The cursed spirit was blown to pieces, and broken limbs were scattered all over the sky.

However, these cursed spirits seemed to be endless. As soon as a batch of them were killed, more cursed spirits immediately came from all directions.

Although Huang Zizhe's reversal technique was powerful, it seemed a little powerless at the moment.

His eyeballs and teeth are recovering slowly and slowly, while the number of curse spirits is increasing.

Finally, during a fierce battle, Huang Zizhe made an oversight and was caught by several bird-shaped magic spirits.

Their sharp beaks were like sharp knives, instantly piercing Huang Quizhi's neck.

Blood spurted out, and Huang Zhizhe's body fell weakly.

He widened his eyes and looked at the slowly approaching silken rope, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

"I remember that you can use the reversal technique." Juansuo came to Huang Quzhe and looked at him condescendingly, with a touch of mockery at the corner of his mouth, "So, I specifically aimed at your head. However, after all, you are suffering from flesh. "Type, this kind of injury should not be enough to kill you on the spot. However, your current condition is no longer able to use the reversal technique."

Huang Zhizhe lay on the ground, breathing heavily, cold sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks. He tried hard to get up, but found that he could no longer move. He stared at Kuansuo and asked with difficulty: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Juansuo didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer. He looked around, admiring the woods that were eroded by the spell.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "I want to end the return of death and destruction and wipe out all the players as a restraint. Then, I will initiate a super-repetitive assimilation of the humans in Japan with Tianyuan, who has become a superior being."

Huang Zizhe was confused when he heard this, and had no idea what Juansuo was talking about.

He frowned and was about to ask, but was interrupted by the silk rope.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand."

Junsuo said calmly, "Because this is no longer important to you. You just need to know that the world is about to usher in a new change, and you will become a victim of this change."

"If you have never seen something before, you naturally want to see it with your own eyes to open your eyes, right?" Juansuo continued to explain, "If you think something is interesting, of course you will want to confirm whether it is true." Interesting, isn’t it? Isn’t that what life is all about?”

"Who cares about you? If you have such leisure, why not enjoy your masterpiece every morning." Huang Zhizhe said with an unforgiving mockery.

And these were his last words.

puff--

The next moment, blood splattered all over the floor.

His eyes gradually lost their luster, and his body completely lost its vitality.

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"Forehead……?"

After getting rid of the silk rope folded by Huang Qu, he was about to head to the next target location.

The night was getting darker, the silver moon was hanging high, and his figure was vaguely visible in the moonlight, like a ghost floating on the silent street.

The surrounding buildings seemed to have fallen asleep, and only the occasional chirping of insects and the barking of dogs in the distance broke the tranquility.

However, just as he was about to turn into an alley, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Isn't it?" Looking at the excited man approaching, Juan Suo frowned slightly, and an indescribable doubt surged in his heart.

This man was no stranger to him. He was Fumihiko Takaba who was supposed to be with Xuan Hao and others. But why is he here?

"After traveling through mountains and rivers, we finally arrived at Hanguan!!" Gao Yushiyan waved his arms excitedly, his face filled with unconcealable joy.