Infinity begins with becoming an elf

"It's coming! It's coming!" In the wilderness, looking at the rapidly advancing red dot in the satellite instrument, the boys shouted excitedly.

"You are all shouting something. Be careful and be prepared for me. Once you reach the shooting range, take action immediately!" The little boss kicked the person who made the first noise hard and shouted sternly. Drinking.

After shouting, the little boss immediately ran up to Picasso and reported in a low voice: "Mr. Picasso, in three minutes at most, Sanderson's fighter jet will arrive. Look... "

"Yes, I understand. Go back and prepare for action." Picasso responded indifferently.

"Received! Mr. Picasso, we will prepare well and live up to your expectations!" After receiving Picasso's affirmative answer, the little boss immediately responded excitedly, as if he had received some supreme reward.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon, a light red streamlined fighter jet appeared in front of everyone on the edge of the sky.

"Get ready!" The little boss shouted while looking at the horizon. "emission!"

In an instant, a bright ray shot straight into the sky, and the fighter jet exploded like a bright firework in the sky.

In the thick smoke, the broken remains of the fighter jet scattered everywhere with fire like a goddess scattering flowers.

At this moment, Bai Ziyi burst out of the smoke like a meteor, the wings behind his back vibrated, and the metal feathers turned into sharp blades and shot towards the people on the ground.

This is the first time Bai Ziyi has used this Ten Thousand Spirits Fall in battle, but he doesn't know how effective it will be.

call!

However, before the feather blade could land, the next moment, an overwhelming gust of wind blew from the side, and the sand, gravel, and gravel in the sky were like cannonballs colliding with the metal feather blade, making a constant tinkling sound.

The feather blade was blocked, and the people below who were lucky enough to escape fled to the rear. The next battle was no longer something they could participate in.

clap clap clap!

"Skullcrusher Sanderson, you really have the courage, but you don't run away when you see me?" Picasso clapped his hands and walked step by step towards Bai Ziyi in the air.

The strange thing is that there is an invisible step in front of him, which can reach the air without falling. He just strolls into the air.

After stopping, his position was slightly higher than Bai Ziyi's.

"Are you surprised?" Picasso seemed to have seen Bai Ziyi's surprised eyes and said with a smile: "This is just a trivial use of the power of blood. Didn't your teacher teach you?"

"To be able to teach a student like you, your teacher must be at the same level as me, right?" Picasso stared at Bai Ziyi closely, as if he wanted to see something from his expression.

teacher?

He has a shitty teacher. Bai Ziyi got all the information about the seventh level from the Internet, so there is no teacher.

"Are you worried that there is a teacher behind me who will cause retaliation, so you didn't take action immediately?" With his mind turning, Bai Ziyi immediately understood the reason why this person was talking nonsense here.

Since it was a misunderstanding, this was his chance.

"You are only a seventh-level person, but you are worthy of being compared with my teacher. Don't flatter yourself." An undetectable look of panic appeared on Bai Ziyi's face, and then he said proudly.

Seeing Bai Ziyi's arrogant look, a knowing smile appeared on Picasso's face. "I understand, it's another lucky person who got the inheritance by chance."

boom!

The next moment, a muffled thunder exploded, and Picasso's figure suddenly disappeared from the place. Amidst the shrill sound of breaking through the air, Picasso's right hand instantly lost its blood color, his fingers stretched out, and his nails were as sharp as an eagle's claws.

There was a faint green light shining on Picasso's sharp claws. Even before he came, Bai Ziyi could already feel the tingling sensation in his neck like a knife.

Compared to the gene cultivator's own genes, the alien beast gene is equivalent to a virus. It is highly corrosive and will constantly transform the cultivator himself into the direction of the alien beast.

Therefore, the cultivation process of a genetic cultivator before the seventh level is equivalent to an adaptation process, or a process of taming the genes of alien beasts.

Therefore, in the human form, the most repulsive form, it is difficult for gene practitioners to use the various elemental powers brought by the genes of alien beasts.

When a gene cultivator breaks through to the seventh level, their own genes and the genes of alien beasts have reached a perfect fusion, and they can control the elemental power brought by the genes of alien beasts in any form.

Of course, the strength of a genetic cultivator in the beastly form is still far stronger than that in the human form.

At this time, the cyan light attached to Picasso's claws is the power of wind brought by his blue-scaled eagle gene.

The combination of wind power and sharp claws not only makes his claws faster, but also has the sharp attribute of easily tearing steel.

Therefore, Picasso did not think that a weak telepathic master could withstand his claws, not even with the help of divine soldiers.

In mid-air, Bai Ziyi seemed to have no reaction, and just stood there stunned. It wasn't until the claws came near that his eyes showed unspeakable fear.

Looking at the frightened prey like a little sheep, Picasso showed a ferocious smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, it's this expression, this feeling is simply intoxicating."

boom!

The next moment, there was a huge collision sound like a bomb explosion. The slender and round grip that Picasso imagined did not appear, but the crisp sound of bone breaking came as promised.

However, the crisp sound of broken bones did not seem to come from the little sheep.

Severe pain spread from his fingers to his heart, and Picasso could clearly feel that several of his steel-hard phalanges must have been broken.

"What is this thing and why is it so hard?" Picasso thought in disbelief as he looked at the thick white shield around Bai Ziyi's body.

The next moment, something even more unbelievable happened. The panicked little sheep in the shield showed a weird smile. Then, Picasso suddenly felt an unparalleled power of thought suddenly coming.

"This is...seventh level?"

"Damn! How did those bastards collect intelligence?" Picasso's blood surged with power, his eyes were like blood, and his body began to undergo drastic changes.

But Bai Ziyi had been planning for a long time, so how could he let him transform easily.

The next moment, countless meteors shot toward Picasso's throat like wild geese returning to their nests. Immediately afterwards, a big head soared directly into the sky.

A seventh-level genetic cultivator in human form is still far from being able to compare with his animal form in terms of defense. To Bai Ziyi, it is no different from a sixth-level gene cultivator.

Amidst the dripping roar, the powerful vitality prevented Picasso from losing consciousness immediately. When he looked back, his life passed before his eyes like a movie.

The picture froze, and an old and resolute face appeared in front of him. That was his first teacher.

"Soros, you have to understand that the best hunters often appear as prey, so no matter how strong and experienced you are in the future, don't underestimate any prey."

"It turns out that I am the real prey..." The last thought flashed through, and Picasso fell into silence completely.