Call of Eschatology

Tang Haofei resentfully complained, obviously not satisfied with the work results of the Ministry of Science and Technology.

Wenyu simply hung up the communication and hung up the communication.

His eyes returned to the test bench, watching the four groups of weird materials twisting constantly on the test bench, Wen Yu expressionless, he thought carefully, and then took out a prop from the space ring.

The length of the palm, the body surface is black, and it is shuttle-shaped. The whole body looks like an arrow.

After a brief look at the properties of the props in his hand, Wenyu said nothing, and stuck it directly on the creeping mutant soul puppet.

With the sound of "squeak", it seems to be the mourning of the mutant soul. From the perspective of soul perception, there is no scar on the mutant soul. However, the internal source of power has fallen a bit in a moment.

"not bad."

Playing with the props in his hand, Wenyu nodded gently.

He has found a way to restrain the mutant soul ...

But it is also restraint, not complete elimination.

...

The invasion of the demon spirit to the magic temple was fiery as the fire. On the contrary, the response of the magic temple was like a slender girl facing the big man. She had no resistance except shivering.

After eight months.

The incarnation of the demon spirit stood in the negative 115th floor of the magic hall. With the red light flashing on him, countless lava giants poured out from the incarnation of the demon spirit and ran to all directions.

Mutant soul puppet army once again participated in the battle.

So the defeat of the Magic Temple can no longer be overturned.

Just three years later, when Wenyu was wearing beach pants and basking in the sun by the pool in his backyard, Bai visited again.

"The magic hall is almost over. At the latest three days, the demons can reach the 997 floor. Want to see the fun?"

Bai said so, then white light flashed in his hand.

Wen Yu took a quick look and saw that this white light was a portable teleportation method that he had personally made--it should be a kind of benefit to his employees and let them go to the magic hall for public travel.

"It's not slow ..."

Wen Yu didn't answer Bai's question directly, he just felt the speed of the demon.

It is expected that the result will be produced within ten years, but I did not expect that the devil has compressed this time by more than half.

"So what? Do you think the Magic Hall will survive this time?"

Seeing that Wenyu did not answer his invitation, Bai also retracted the portable teleportation array. He sat beside Wenyu, took the can of beer, and drank it.

The two looked at the air so silently, until Bai spoke again, breaking the silence.

"Then I'll think you're not going."

"Well, I didn't want to mix it up anymore," Wenyu replied.

"Expected ... but I want to remind you one more thing."

"You said."

"You should know the truth of cold lips, right?"

Wen Yu was silent, then nodded.

"Understanding is under ... but ..."

"You want to say that it's on you, you can't do anything right?"

"Yes, that's what I mean."

Wenyu doesn't mind showing his incompetence at all—the magic hall now even needs to be dominated by the master to be able to renew his life briefly. This is the case, and Wenyu has no ability to take over this mess.

He didn't want to do anything. He also understood that he was valued by the Lord. Wen Yu and the Lord were, in the strict sense, closer than the master and the spirit.

The situation of the demon master is better, and Wenyu himself can take a bit of light.

But sometimes this is the case. The key to solving problems is not your attitude, but your ability. Some problems can be solved if you don't want to solve them.

"Right."

Bai said with a sigh.

Later, he drank the beer and stood up, at the same time, a small mental wave passed to Wen Yu's ear.

"During the period, Master has been in frequent contact with Guardian Three. I don't know what they have discussed, but I think the attitude of Master may change."

"Your time is really running out."

After saying this secretly, Bai ripped apart the space and disappeared instantly.

Only Wenyu was born and looked into the distance, gradually tightening his right hand, crushing the can in his hand.

...

The Magic Temple is on the 997th floor.

The giant moved again.

The black arm runs through the sky, and then tears and fishes.

Inside the River of Space, two small subspaces cling to each other, trembling in front of the huge net.

Until the **** hand "fished" to his target.

It's like a child holding a glass bead.

The big fingers spread out, and then squeezed hard!

If as usual, these two subspaces would be like fish, being dragged to the 997th floor of the Magic Hall by big hands, and then bonded together by the devil with violence.

However, this time is not the same as usual.

As soon as the big hand touched the outer wall of the 998th floor of the magic hall, it immediately shrank back like an electric shock. In the next second, the hazy white light appeared from the outer walls of the two subspaces. It seemed to be ordinary, like a layer of tulle. However, the demon contacted in person frowned suddenly.

From the guardian number three, he already knew that the master had intervened in this incident.

However, dominating the shot cannot be a reason for the spirit to give up!

Now that a choice has been made, it is bound to bear the corresponding results. Since he dare to shoot at the magic hall, naturally he is not afraid of the counterattack of the master and even the master!

He tempted again.

This time, the big hand clenched his fist and hit the white light in an instant. However, the white light remained motionless. On the other hand, the big hand of the demon incarnation suddenly made a crisp sound.

As if weathered, the outer layer of the demon's entire body suddenly peeled off and shattered. With the blackening into dust, it fell into the river of space. In a short time, the pure black arm melted by almost a third. One!

This is not a level contest ...

"That's it."

A voice that seemed to be sent out from the mouth of the demon, he thought briefly, then retracted his arm cleanly.

Obviously, in front of the defensive barrier made by the master, the demon must not pretend at all!

...

The black giant suddenly collapsed, as if shrunk, squeezing out in circles.

The behemoth that originally spanned nearly ten floors shrank a little until it turned into a two-meter-high demon.

The sudden change of the Optima Giant naturally disturbed everything in this world. The demon floating in mid-air was only silent until a light and shadow flew from a distance and finally fell in front of the demon.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Two meters long, Oga looked cute and asked.

"Can't go up the two floors."

Oga didn't know why, only when the demon who seemed to be invisible shot, blocking the demon's offensive.