Kill, fight fiercely, fight each other.
Wei Curcuma punched through the skull of an abnormality with one punch, and directly used his five fingers to smash its brain into a ball of paste. His right hand was also bitten by an abnormality with a huge mouth, and was torn open.
The endless rage and pain mixed together further aroused the ferocity that had been hidden deep in his heart. Wei Curcuma's body could recover instantly after being damaged. He was like a tireless madman, raging in this abnormal world. In the wave of composition.
The drop of blood that fell from the hand of the pure white humanoid was based on Mo Daosang's 431 notes, and finally formed anomalies. Their blood was pure white, but Wei Curcuma swallowed everything. The pure blackness of the light and all the cruel and brutal scenes are transformed into the purest black and white, which seems less bloody and instead carries a metaphor, a kind of mythical and epic grandeur and depth.
Wei Curcuma didn't know how long he had been fighting, nor where he was now. He only knew that the anger in his heart burned his internal organs like an epileptic fire, and only the abnormal blood and pain could relieve it.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
Maybe it was an hour, maybe it was ten days, but Wei Curcuma finally saw nothing unusual in front of him.
Covered in pure white blood, he stood quietly on the top of the mountain of corpses.
Looking from the top down, the corpses in abnormal and miserable shapes were piled up in a twisted pile, but because they were only pure white, they looked like a river of corpses.
Wei Curcuma sat quietly on the top of the mountain, without any words. He was no longer angry or crazy, just calm.
The brilliant and majestic starry sky illuminates his lonely figure. Perhaps thousands of years from now, such a magnificent sea of stars will still remember the story that happened tonight.
The scarred Wei Curcuma sat silently on the pure white ground, sleeping in blood.
Everything disappeared, leaving only the pure white human form, still looking at Wei Curcuma.
Wei Zeshu sat on the ground far away from him and opened his eyes.
"I have cut off the regret in my heart. I have no guilt or confusion."
The black slashing sword was placed across his knees. Wei Curcuma said calmly, as if he was speaking some kind of truth.
The pure white figure slowly applauded him.
At this moment, he completely understood himself, and meditation accompanies him day and night. Modern deviants call it "permanent".
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The extremely lofty aura floats straight upward, as if going to infinity.
Such a strange situation in the north naturally could not be concealed from Zhenjun Xuanyuan's feelings. The distance seemed to be meaningless to him. He took one step and walked quietly to the front of He Dao Tower.
At this moment, he was silently raising his head and looking into the infinite sky.
"This smell... is very unusual..."
Lu Fusu was not in the north, but went to a remote area to suppress anomalies. Su Qingjian was the only one in the school. She was wearing a soft shawl, looking at Zhenjun who had been standing in front of He Dao Tower, and said this.
Such a special aura could not be hidden from Feng's feelings. Hua Feng and Jin Feng both stood silently in front of He Dao Tower.
"cough....."
From the shadows of the woods, a third person walked out. It was the library administrator, Professor Lin Mingqing, who had gray hair and a slim figure. He seemed to be weak and could not bear the night wind at the moment, and coughed lightly a few times.
"With this aura, what students from Daolou have already arrived at Class A?"
This is really an incredible conclusion, but the lofty aura is unique and they are all familiar with it.
——This is the first step to become the unique aura of a first-class great supernatural power, which is called "Proving Oneself".
But they waited for a long time, and the breath did not follow up, but quietly dispersed.
"A student is trying to prove to me that I am a powerful person in my dormitory at this ordinary late night? This is too nonsense."
Lin Mingqing coughed for a while and looked at He Daolou with some emotion. There are many geniuses in the North, and the strongest among them like to stay in this old dormitory and live a leisurely life.
But genius doesn’t come from this kind of genius. When you are a student, you will become one of the greatest supernatural powers in the history of mankind. The total does not exceed two or three hundred in human history. Isn’t it a bit exaggerated?
"Is this junior Zhong Zeming?"
Lin Mingqing asked Zhenjun and Su Qingjian this way. His physical condition was extremely poor, and naturally it was impossible to compare with the wind's perception.
"No...it's not like...Although he is a once-in-a-hundred-year genius, he is still far, far away from being a first-class..."
Su Qingjian shook her head.
Suddenly, True Lord Xuanyuan laughed as if he had seen something extremely interesting.
He pointed to the outside window on the first floor. A student was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out. He was groping for the washbasin and towel under the bed. After finding it, he scratched his head and went to the toilet to wash up.
"I remember that the topic Mo Daosang left for his students was the "permanent practice" of meditation."
"Wei Curcuma?!"
Su Qingjian covered her mouth in disbelief. This little guy was just a freshman. She had only seen him in the ward half a month ago.
"Well, it's him."
Zhenjun watched Wei Curcuma lying directly on the balcony like a dead dog after washing up. Even he was completely amused by this student.
"He...is going to be more exaggerated..."
The most powerful soul-expelling disease in history, he single-handedly killed the embryo that failed to become a god. After passing unprecedented assassination training, only half a month later, he completed the key step towards Grade A in his dormitory.
The key is that he is only a freshman. He has just learned about this real world for only three or four months, and he has not even finished the first semester!
Even as a flower girl, she had never heard of such an outrageous freshman.
Wei Curcuma didn't know how exaggerated it was to meditate permanently. It was the first step to "prove myself" as a person with great supernatural powers!
In history, no one has been able to do this in advance before entering the mainstream, except him.
It was not a student who wanted to become a first-class student, but a freak-level genius who had taken the first step. After confirming this, under the instruction of Zhenjun, the three of them chose to leave without disturbing Wei Curcuma.
But after everyone left, Zhenjun took a deep look at the sky.
His eyes were extremely deep, like staring at the sky, but also like staring at something further back, to infinity.
"I'm not dead yet."
Zhenjun said softly, and then said nothing more. He just waved his hand gently, directly dispersing some extremely ethereal cause and effect into shape.
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After waking up, Wei Curcuma scratched his head and found that his face was bloody. He went to the bathroom and washed his face in a daze. Then he fell asleep on the balcony as tired as a dead dog. Naturally, he didn't know what he had accomplished. feat.
He just fell into a deep sleep, with an inner peace that he had never experienced before. He stood on the lawn in his dream, dug up a stone from the grass, and smashed it into the distance, applauding him slowly. white humanoid.
"You're so excited, get out of here!"
