At the critical moment, Mr. Liang was unusually sober.
It's nothing, it doesn't matter, it's just that the martial arts spirit sent a spontaneous warning, and the martial artist's spiritual sense thought that I was going to die.
Who is Lingjue? It can understand shit!
Perhaps ordinary martial artists have no doubts about spiritual feedback, but we comedy martial artists always look at problems from a dialectical perspective.
After all, there is not much difference between a warrior's spiritual sense and eyelid twitching.
Money jumps out of the left eye, hum hum hum, I would rather believe it.
Right eye jumps? That's fucking feudal superstition!
In short, feudal superstition is not advisable, don’t panic, calm down first and find the cause of your death!
While Liang De was doing a comprehensive scan of his body and mind, he used his inner energy tentacles to hook the master and apprentice next to him and pull them down.
It can only go down.
This sewer is too narrow for the battlefield of the two White Robbery Walkers, and there are dense pipelines here. A few meters above is the municipal road. Fighting will not only easily damage public facilities, but also cause traffic congestion, affecting the normal life of the general public. travel.
Mr. Liang, a high-quality human male, considered various situations comprehensively and decided to open up a new battlefield suitable for his own performance.
It was impossible to dig directly. It was not wise to create a huge hole under the city. He chose to find another way to dig out the gap between the virtual and the real.
It happened that Mi Xiang's illegal operation of the boundary gate disrupted the order of the surrounding space. The invisible barrier between reality and reality was particularly weak at this time. It can be said that it is more brittle than a freshly baked egg roll and will break if rubbed.
Liang De quickly dug a dozen holes as big as the head of a truck in the barrier, and then violently poured the stock of Wude soil into the gap between the virtual and the real, creating a continuously growing area next to the river of light. of dark swamp.
As the old saying goes, fighting in a place similar to your hometown will be more calm.
Seeing this vast black land, Mr. Liang, an outsider, felt a lot more at ease even though the cause of death was still unclear.
The most important thing is that he has not suffered a fatal blow after the spiritual warning. If he is not dead, it is probably a slow death at most.
Chronic death... Isn't that similar to a sub-health state? As a human being, living means dying. What's there to be afraid of?
"I need to beat him down!"
Liang De let out a courageous roar and immediately led two people into the gap between reality and reality.
The black mud that filled the sewer also receded like a tide, quickly shrinking into the other side of the hole, and merged with him into the swamp of Wude.
After a few seconds.
Hey, why hasn't she caught up yet?
According to the information fed back by the spiritual sense, this person's physical potential is extremely strong, and the strength of his soul is not bad. My movements just now were only very fast, so there is no reason why he can't keep up with my rhythm.
A long-range offensive player? That's not right. After putting a distance from her, the sense of crisis did not increase.
Is it possible to do both near and far? Impossible, everyone is a low-ranking official. Apart from an unreasonable existence like Senior Sister, who else can kill me regardless of distance?
I'm not a stupid roe deer, am I that easy to kill?
Liang De looked at the sewer in the real world. The woman in a hospital gown reached out and pressed twice on the roller of the flow rate regulator. The previously output blood was sucked back by the needle.
She waved the infusion hose in her hand like a cowboy swinging a lasso, and the needle gleamed with cold light and penetrated behind the barrier with a sharp wind.
The infinitely extending transparent hose is overtaken by the surging blood in flight, like a fuse burned by dark red flames, leading the spark to the source of destruction.
The death warning in Liang De's heart increased again. He mustered up all his energy to prepare for a decisive battle, but all he saw was——
"Pfft."
The needle hose trembled as it flew to the edge of the swamp, sagging weakly and slanting into the dark Wude soil.
Blood transfusions continued.
Liang De immediately severed the connection between the soul and the black soil. In his opinion, it was impossible to kill him at the physical level. It would only be an attack at the level of the soul or even the level of consciousness.
"Why is she so persistent in trying to give me a blood transfusion? Does she have hepatitis B?"
"The fatality rate of hepatitis B is not high, only one in 30 million. It should be Ebola or..."
"Is this a joke? Should I laugh? Brother Xian, I said hepatitis B just to attract others. As a partner, can you give me some constructive suggestions?"
"Old Liang, can't you take the initiative and beat her up? The reputation of Compound Eyes is worse than ours in Thunder Bluff. Basically, everyone gets it and kills it. What are you hesitating about? She's just ordinary and pretty, and she's also mummified. melted."
"She's not human."
"Huh? Isn't it okay if you're not a human being? Lao Liang, you don't look like a human being either."
"Don't you look like a human being? You're right. Strictly speaking, she and I may be more similar."
"What do you mean, you are also a beautiful girl?"
Liang De shook his head:
"Ordinary people, or ordinary creatures, usually have one body and one soul. As long as you find the target and beat him to death, you are not afraid of him being resurrected and making a comeback.
"But extraordinary creatures are different. We have long deviated from the original state of a single body and a single soul, and the direction of deviation is different. Almost everyone is a completely new species. Many times, we ourselves don't know how to describe ourselves. The presence.
"The person with the compound eyes across from me is unprepared for some reason against the martial artist's spiritual sense. After scanning her, I am very sure that she standing there is just like me standing here, she is just a body in this world."
He wrapped the master and disciple of the savior in the superposition state in mud and stuffed them into the depths of the swamp, and continued:
"The two people you see now, a man and a woman facing each other in the air, are just billboards that she and I use to represent ourselves. They are visual images and tools used to communicate with the outside world. This is not us, we are not here. .
“Only we know how we exist.
"Unlike most of the enemies I have fought against in the past, she is neither a human nor a soul warrior. I don't understand her way of existence, and I don't know how to destroy her, and she... I believe she also fails to know me. The whole picture, but my spiritual sense and martial arts soul are spontaneously warning me. Obviously, she has a method that can destroy me.
"I'm already at a disadvantage in this battle. It's useless to rush forward. What I can do now is to wait and see what happens and take advantage of the situation."
"After all this, you're still talking nonsense to me? I thought..."
"I've made all the preparations. I have nothing to do. Why don't I chat with you."
"Is everything ready? Do you have any last words?"
"Sorry, I have never prepared for what you are talking about."
Liang De suddenly stopped talking. In the distance, at the edge of the black swamp, the Wude soil, which had been penetrated by dark red blood, gradually faded and turned into puddles of translucent liquid before disappearing out of thin air.
On the reality side, Mi Xiang, who donated blood and became a mummy, had a blush on her face, and her withered body became plump and moist again, as if a new vitality had been injected into her. At the same time, fresh blood was extracted from her body and transported to between reality and reality.
Seeing this scene, Liang De tensed up unconsciously.
A creation that was mine, a part of me, eaten by her?
