It is true that Hei Yun's body is not here, but as a powerful servant of the demon god who surpasses the thirteenth level, even if only a part of his power comes to this planet, all the thirteenth level experts need to be prepared.
Even their minds will be affected and they will do all kinds of irrational things.
Only a strong person like Wu Hui, who is calm enough and strong-willed, can completely ignore the influence of the black cloud. But when making decisions, you should also slow down a little and check whether your behavior has changed.
Qingsu has Qinglong body protection, so normally it should not be contaminated that easily. But seeing her abandon her mission and come to Wu Hui's side, it was clear that she was also affected by her emotions.
Wu Hui said nothing more. He just held the sword calmly.
The sword's edge penetrated the ground.
The fire flows down his body to the whole world.
"You can burn as much as you can." Wu Hui said calmly: "Help me block the black clouds."
"As you wish." Danfang pulled out a long sword composed of eighteen flame petals from the peony flower. With a shake of her hand, the sword edge flew towards the big black face.
The star net fell in time and stuck to the black cloud. Mu Qingsu cut a gap with a knife, and the petal sword swished into the black cloud and exploded.
The three girls have been fighting side by side since they became players, and their tacit understanding is such that they can coordinate exquisitely without any command. However, the damage caused by the three people's joint attack to Hei Yun seemed to be very limited.
When one face is blown off, a second one is immediately generated.
Then the third one, the fourth one...
Countless big black faces surrounded them. Don Quixote drew his sword, and Du Ziming stretched out his hand in the air.
The two took action, their abilities superimposed on each other, the knight began to charge, and the dream master modified reality. Faces made of black clouds exploded one by one, emitting ugly laughter.
In the black sky and white earth, stood the burning Wu Hui.
The power of Du Ziming's dream enveloped him, and the peonies combined with the flowers embraced him. Outside, Yu Ling, Qing Su, and Don Quixote were exchanging fire with the enemy.
The cemetery, the sea of trees, the divine generals, the aircraft fleet, and the pharaoh are currently in other parts of the world, taking Wu Hui's flame out, destroying what cannot be saved, and purifying what can be restored.
A level 13 player looks like a god from any angle.
They can destroy the world, or they can save the world. Even the siege around Wu Hui had completely destroyed the continent they were on.
Although we are rescuing people, the damage caused by rescuing people is really quite a lot.
But can you say that they did something wrong? It really doesn’t work. At most, they just talk about things that are not good enough. But in the final analysis, all disasters have a source.
There are casualties in the process of saving the world. Who should be blamed?
Wu Hui actually doesn't think much about this, because morality and responsibility don't have much influence on him. But there are always people who struggle with these issues.
The people dying here are not their problem anyway.
Darkness continues to ravage the sky and the earth, and the flame standing between the two never goes out.
Heiyun has to break through the star network, break through the light of the Qinglong sword and Don Quixote's rusty sword, break through Du Ziming's dream defense, and break through the flowers of Danfang to reach Wu Hui.
Without the arrival of the black cloud itself, the black cloud's defenses have been weakened, and Wu Hui's side will end up with nothing but fuel.
So...will your true body come?
Du Ziming stared at the black clouds and smiled.
If you don't count summons, even Wu Hui's combat effectiveness is lower than his. It's just that Du Ziming seems to be better at fighting people, rather than fighting against this kind of creature that resembles the laws of nature.
After all, these things should have no consciousness, and in the final analysis, a person with mental abilities like him is best at dealing with consciousness.
However, Du Ziming said that Heiyun was also conscious.
And pollution is a two-way street.
You can pollute us, then I can pollute you.
Maybe my body is too small to theoretically achieve this effect, but...hehehehe, someone might think it's fun to snatch away the demon servants of the Black Death.
Du Ziming didn't know what props he used to attract the attention of the master.
He is guiding the Demon God's behavior, or in other words, the Demon God is guiding his behavior. Each tentacle became entangled with the black cloud, and the pollution belonging to the master was introduced into the black cloud.
Hehehe, this feeling of the Minotaur Demon God is really fun. I wonder if the Overlord and the Black Death will fight over this.
I don’t know if something will happen to the playwright who was involved and used by the master. Of course, Du Ziming was not worried about the playwright, but worried that he would not be able to enjoy himself if something happened.
Children like Wu Hui who follow the rules and complete tasks are too innocent.
Du Ziming smiled.
The black cloud twitched for a while, and then the whole world began to become chaotic. Flames suddenly rose and spread all over the world with a bang.
Wu Hui was a little surprised, but he could do quite a lot at this moment without external influence. A flame burned through and purified the world.
"Be careful to burn yourself." Mudan hugged Wu Hui and reminded him.
"It's okay. There are less than 100 million people alive now, and it's not too difficult to purify them." Wu Hui said, "Well, this world can be considered saved. But... Du Ziming, you have a problem."
"What's wrong with me?" Du Ziming, whose whole body turned into tentacles and was already entangled with the black clouds, said in a dirty babble that only super players could understand.
If you don't have a problem, you won't even realize that you have a problem. Wu Hui sighed. This image of a tentacle group was quite evil even to Du Ziming. It would be perfectly fine to be a boss in any genre game.
What's going on with this guy?
Obviously, as the medium of the master's power, Du Ziming's situation is not very good.
"Oh oh oh, wait a moment." After Du Ziming's body twisted, changed, and made various incomprehensible movements, his mumbling dissipated and his appearance turned into a normal human form: "Now as long as you don't look at me with any lenses that can see through the truth, everything will be normal. ”
Where is normal... But it is normal for super players to be abnormal. Wu Hui no longer paid attention to this issue, and did not ask why Du Ziming could pollute Heiyun in turn.
It should be said that there is no need to ask, you can guess it anyway.
In a sense, is this the master using the playwright to entrap the Black Death?
It's fun to think about, but...
The danger doesn't end there.
Wu Hui saw a black hand stretching out from mid-air, as if from thousands of years in the future.
This hand is full of anger and strong pollution, and seems to destroy everything. This is not the first time Wu Hui has seen hands. He has seen the hands of the Black Death many times.
It’s broken, three demons are fighting in a melee——
Yu Lingqing Su Danfang gathered around Wu Hui, Don Quixote also came over, Du Ziming stood on the outermost floor, and several people joined forces to fight against the three demon gods.
The next moment, perhaps after being destroyed and reborn, they didn't know how long the timeline had passed. All they saw was that the playwright had replaced the balalaika with an accordion. I don’t know if they won the game just now.
And Du Ziming had disappeared from sight.
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