I'm not a drama god

The black robe was stunned.

Those abstract pictures were like hallucinations after being drunk, making it difficult for people to tell whether they were real or fake for a moment. When he came back to his senses, everything around him was filled with lines and graphics, and the whole person felt like he was about to be... It's like being torn apart alive!

Bang bang——!

Two balls of blood mist exploded from the black robe, and he was shocked. Several green fire footprints flashed from his feet, and the next moment he flashed hundreds of meters away.

But no matter how he fled, those lines and shapes seemed to be able to cross the space and be tracked easily. Not only that, all the materials around him are transformed into geometric shapes visible to the naked eye.

The road extending forward from the beginning of the pen is like two slender perspective lines; the bricks and tiles that can be seen everywhere on the roadside turn into polygons and float up; the flames burning in the distance are like leaping curves, ejecting from the air; even Even the cracked ravines on the ground turned into large nets of thick lines, binding and locking them in place!

In the end, countless geometric shapes resemble ocean waves, completely submerging it... If someone looks down from a high altitude, they will find that these surging geometric waves have evolved into the outline of an abstract face.

This face covers the entire spider web land, and the location of the black robe is only a small area in his triangular left eye;

The green flame struggled to spurt out of the waves, like the bubbles exhaled by a drowning person in his last struggle. It persisted for more than ten seconds, and finally became silent, leaving only a wisp of blood smeared out from it, like a drop of blood and tears emerging from the abstract. The corners of his face rolled down silently.

With the death of this seventh-level wizard, the surging geometric figures gradually returned to their original positions, rejoining the roads, houses, flames, and the earth...

In the void, the picture frame carrying the face of the Second Hall is outlined.

"the second."

The Second Hall spoke calmly, and the next moment his figure turned into a stream of light, approaching the next battlefield.

The Second Palace is very clear that this is a time war. The longer the time is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be for the world of mortals... Now is definitely not the time for honest soldiers to face each other. The middle-level combat power of Fushenghua is not as good as that of Wushu. Association, if you want to resolve the war as soon as possible, you must take advantage of the top combat power!

As an eighth-level person, he must massacre the seventh-level combat power of the Witchcraft Association in the shortest possible time to reduce the pressure on his own side. Therefore, after completing the deployment, he joined the battlefield as soon as possible...according to the plan of the Second Hall. , as long as he can wipe out all the combat power of the sixth level and above of all sorcery associations within two hours, Wuji Realm will definitely lose.

To put it simply, use blitzkrieg to restrain blitzkrieg!

Facts have proved that the decision of the Second Hall was correct.

Not long ago, the Second Palace had rushed to Xue Town and rescued Wang Jincheng. Counting this one, he had killed two seventh-level Wuji Realm people in succession... Just now there was news from the Second Palace , he also seriously injured a seventh-level man and was rushing to the battlefield where Lu Liangren was.

Now it seems that except for Yang Muquan who is still fighting, Fu Sheng Hui has the upper hand in other aspects and victory is in sight.

The Second Hall did not hesitate at all and flew towards the nearest Meilong Town.

At this time, Meilong Town has also been reduced to ruins. Two figures are colliding rapidly in it. The entire sky is divided into yin and yang by two realms.

boom--! !

Yang Mudog, covered in black mucus, was knocked to the ground from a high altitude, sending up sand and gravel in the sky among the ruins.

The seventh-level Witchcraft Association member in mid-air was about to make a move when a big abstract hand suddenly stretched out from the void, grabbed his neck, and instantly pulled him into the empty frame!

At this time, he didn't react at all. When he suddenly woke up, he was already in "Guernica", and endless abstract shapes poured into the painting, like a huge millstone beginning to consume his life.

Meilong Town, ruins.

"Cough cough cough..." Yang Mudog fell in the broken pit. When he saw the second hall floating down, he couldn't help but say,

"I can kill him without your help!"

"Now is not the time to talk about martial ethics." The Second Hall said solemnly, "If you are not dead yet, stand up quickly, we should go and behead you."

"Beheading?"

Yang Mu Quan was startled. Although he was confused, he still followed the second hall and rushed towards the distance.

"The seventh-level combat power in the Wuji Realm is basically useless... As long as they kill the witchcraft guild leader who occupied the magpie's nest, they will be unable to do anything to the world of mortals." Side of the Second Hall As he hurried on, he explained.

"Ah? How long has it been since the war began and they are already useless?" Yang Mudog couldn't help but laugh,

"That's right, one is at the eighth level, and the other is at the seventh level... With this little strength, they dare to conquer the world of mortals. I don't know where they got the courage."

"We cannot take it lightly." The Second Hall solemnly said, "The lack of top-level combat power of the Witchcraft Association is because it has experienced civil strife and those who did not surrender to the new president have been cleared away... But the middle-level and bottom-level combat power is still intact. They They were the backbone of this massacre.

Also, don’t forget... Mr. Wuji has not shown up yet. "

"Wuji-Jun wants to guard the Wuji Realm, right? What if he leaves and protects the Wuji Realm? Does he not want his base camp?"

The second hall was silent for a long time, and the pair of triangular eyes in the frame looked towards the end of the horizon:

"Although this is the truth, I always feel that this attack in the Wuji Realm is not that simple..."

……

"Red Heart, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Chen Ling suddenly stop where he was, Jian Changsheng, who was walking beside him, spoke in confusion.

Chen Ling didn't answer. He stared at the scroll with his eyes, frozen in place like a sculpture.

Countless thoughts flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and those details that he had ignored came to mind again... The world of mortals, Lord of the Red Dust, the embroidered picture of "Red Dust", Liu Zhen who was reproduced one-to-one with the embroidered picture, protection The green leaves of the mortal world, the chief who has lived for hundreds of years behind the relief gate...

Everything was connected in Chen Ling's mind. At this moment, Chen Ling realized that she was wrong...

He originally thought that the existence of Liu Zhen was something done by Su Zhiwei, Lord of the Red Dust, to commemorate Yao Qing... But Su Zhiwei's ability was "string theory" and he did not have the ability to transform a two-dimensional embroidery pattern into a whole The ability of a town, so the builder of Liu Town is someone else.

It’s not Lord Hongchen who is using Liu Zhen to commemorate Yao Qing... but Yao Qing, who is recreating Liu Zhen for Su Zhiwei.

Chen Ling's consciousness was suddenly pulled back to the scene when he last entered the era archive. Su Zhiwei stood quietly in the ruins, looked into his eyes and said:

"...If you have to sleep there for a long time..."

"I would want that place to be familiar, somewhere where I can feel safe."