"Kill him? Hahaha, I'm afraid you just don't have the ability yet." Wan Qian also laughed.
Wen Sengyu looked confused next to him, still immersed in this unrealistic situation.
In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck next to Wen Sengyu, giving him a shock.
Wan Qianfu, who was on the side, was no longer hiding. She stretched out her hands and made a tearing gesture in the air. Then, a crack was torn open in the sky behind the God of Death, and all the lightning surrounding him was sucked into the crack. .
"Jiankong, Jiankong, it seems that you are going against me, but don't forget where this is!"
After saying this, the eyes of the God of Death suddenly glowed brightly, staring hard at Wan Qian. Wen Sengyu's first reaction was to avoid his eyes, because he still deeply remembered the law of reincarnation - never look directly into the eyes of the God of Death. Eye.
But Wan Qian was not afraid of him, his eyes also glowed, and he slowly rose into the air, reaching a position level with the God of Death.
Then, the clothes on her body began to change, gradually transforming into the appearance of the goddess in Wen Sengyu's fantasy.
But at this moment Wen Sengyu didn't have time to look at her more, but used his mind to try to pause the time around the God of Death.
I wonder if he noticed something was wrong in advance. Before Wen Sengyu's time magic was activated, the God of Death spread the common black magic first. The black magic spread outward from the fingertips of the God of Death. Wen Sengyu was extremely familiar with this black magic. The black one I encountered in the tunnel and the previous parallel world.
Only then did Wen Sengyu realize that the black "divine wrath" previously was emanating from the God of Death.
After the time magic was activated, the spread of black magic on Death's fingertips gradually stopped. However, I don't know if Death's magic power was too strong. Wen Sengyu felt extremely tired just after he activated the magic.
When the black magic around him stopped spreading completely, Wen Sengyu looked into the eyes of the God of Death.
But the next second, the eyes of the God of Death that were originally looking at Wan Qian were fixed on Wen Sengyu. During the original pause, Wen Sengyu was frightened and took a step back.
"What?! My magic doesn't work?" Wen Sengyu thought to himself and looked at the fingertips of the God of Death.
The black magic that had been stagnant continued to spread outward.
At this time, Wen Sengyu felt both physical and psychological pressure. He tried to increase the intensity of the magic again, but it seemed that he couldn't do it.
"Time, your current body is already very powerful for being able to do this." The God of Death said coldly and summoned a huge bolt of lightning from the space-time rift behind him and struck Wen Sengyu steadily.
Although the lightning passed within Wen Sengyu's magic range, it only slowed down slightly and did not stop completely. He could only watch the lightning strike towards him.
At this moment, Wan Qian waved his hand gently, and Wen Sengyu felt the familiar energy field appear around him. At the same time, the energy field also appeared around Wen Hao.
"Wen Sengyu! You take Wenhao and go first, I'll hold Xi Dian back!!!" Wan Qian yelled at Wen Sengyu.
The next second, Wen Sengyu and Wenhao were transported to a deserted desert.
Wen Sengyu glanced at the literary hero next to him who was still unconscious, and couldn't help but pat him twice.
"Get up quickly, we have to rescue your sister Qianqian." Wen Sengyu was worried about Wanqian's safety, but he didn't know where she had teleported him to.
The writer finally woke up after being beaten hard.
"What happened..." Wenhao stared at Wen Sengyu with his inexperienced eyes.
"Dad...why are we in the desert?" The literary man only then realized where they were.
"Your sister Qianqian just got into a fight with the God of Death. We have to help her quickly!" Wen Sengyu said.
"Sister Qianqian? The God of Death? There's a fight?!" Wenhao couldn't believe what he heard in his ears. "Dad, what are you talking about?"
"Have you lost your fucking memory? Don't you know who Sister Qianqian is? Don't you know who the God of Death is?" Wen Sengyu was a little excited and his words were a little incoherent.
"Of course I know who Sister Qianqian is, but how do I know who the God of Death is..." Wenhao said innocently.
"Ah? Is that the man who just walked towards us?" Wenhao added.
"Yes, he is the God of Death." Wen Sengyu suddenly felt powerless and fell into the sand.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Upon seeing this, Wen Hao stood up and supported Wen Sengyu.
"I'm fine, maybe I just spent too much energy." Wen Sengyu said.
"He is specifically...the God of Death." The writer felt chills all over when he said these two words. "It seems that I fainted because of him."
"Wenhao, use magic to teleport to a distance and see where this place is and where the exit is." Wen Sengyu said weakly.
"As you command!"
After the writer stood up, he drew a circle on his face with his hands, and then also drew a circle at a high place in the air.
Then, he stuck his head into the circle in front of him, and then the writer's face appeared in the circle in the air.
Wen Sengyu saw Wan Qian use this trick before, so he was not surprised, but the writer seemed to use an "abridged version".
"Dad! There is a desert around here. It's endless as far as the eye can see. There's nothing!" The writer looked at it from the air and shouted down below.
"Look carefully and see if there is any breakthrough." Wen Sengyu responded.
Wen Sengyu saw Wen Hao looking over the desert. After more than a minute, he pulled his head back and withdrew his magic.
"I didn't see anything. The surrounding area was desert...a vast desert." The writer said.
"Wanqian, Wanqian, where did you teleport me to?" Wen Sengyu sighed inwardly.
Seeing that his father didn't speak, Wenhao said, "Why don't I go and take a look from a distance first, just in case I can see the exit from that side."
Wen Sengyu nodded and said, "Okay, come back and let me know the results."
After speaking, Wenhao clicked on the sand at Wen Sengyu's feet, probably making some marks, because Wen Sengyu clearly felt that there was magic there.
In fact, unknowingly, Wen Sengyu has gradually become stronger. He can now perceive the existence of magic, is not afraid of the eyes of death, and can feel the charm of time magic openly.
This was something he had never been able to do before.
After marking it, the writer teleported away.
Wen Sengyu observed the desert. The desert looked lifeless and the sky was gray. They should still be in the level 9 reincarnation domain.
Sizzle...
Wen Sengyu heard a strange sound coming from around him. It seemed to be the rustling sound of sand rubbing against something, but there were also some sounds of insects.
Sizzle...
The sound was getting closer and closer. Wen Sengyu felt something bad and immediately stood up to observe the changes around him.
Sure enough, about 10 meters in front of him, there were signs of movement in the sand, and something was approaching him.
"Shame!!!"
With a hoarse scream, Wen Sengyu stretched out two tentacles from his feet and grabbed him tightly, and then an insect over 5 meters long appeared in front of him.
The insect has 8 eyes on its face, each of which is looking at Wen Sengyu. The big mouth under the eyes is dripping mucus downwards. When the mucus drips onto the sand surface, Wen Sengyu sees traces of the sand being corroded by saliva. , it seems that the saliva of big bugs is highly corrosive.
The next second, the insect opened its bloody mouth and bit at Wen Sengyu.
However, Wen Sengyu looked at it without any fear, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"I think you are looking for death!" Wen Sengyu stared fiercely at the monster in front of him.
As the monster rushed toward him, its speed became slower and slower, the muscles on its face gradually shrank, and its skin gradually wrinkled, as if its entire body had been sucked dry.
At this time, the monster's face was less than 1 meter away from Wen Sengyu, but Wen Sengyu just stood there motionless and stared at him, his eyes still fierce.
When the monster's face came close to Wen Sengyu's face, it stopped moving and its entire body fell down, turning into a shell with only bones left.
The literary hero who came back from a distance happened to see this scene. He was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he could not speak.
"Damn dad...how did you do that? What happened!" Wen Hao said after being stunned for a long time.
"Didn't I tell you not to say bad words! Didn't your eldest sister teach you?"
Wen Sengyu moved his caught feet, and saw that the tentacles that originally held him were dry and cracked. If he moved slightly, the remaining bones on the tentacles had been broken into powder.
"Didn't I say that not only you can use magic, but your father and I are also very strong." Wen Sengyu smiled and walked towards Wenhao.
At this time, Wen Sengyu may not have realized that his physical recovery time was getting faster and faster.
Wenhao still looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, as if time around him had stopped.
"What's wrong? This kid is so stupid." Wen Sengyu walked up to Wenhao and pushed him and said.
"What kind of magic did you just do?" Wen Hao looked at Wen Sengyu and asked.
"Time magic, it's just that I pressed the accelerator button." Wen Sengyu described all this cleverly.
In fact, what he said was right. Wen Sengyu just sped up the time of the big insect's body, causing it to age instantly from youth, and eventually died of old age in front of Wen Sengyu, turning into a pile of corpses. As time went by, Eventually it became a corpse.
"That thing, it, overestimates its capabilities." Wen Sengyu didn't even look at the bug behind him.
"You are indeed my dad! You are so strong! Can you teach me?" After hearing this, Wenhao excitedly held Wen Sengyu's hand and said.
"Go and save your sister Qianqian first, and I will definitely teach you when I have time." Wen Sengyu said to Wenhao with a smile.
"Okay! It's a deal, the hook will not change for a hundred years." Although the writer has a mature face, he is still like a child at heart.
"How is it? Did you get anything from the investigation just now?" Wen Sengyu quickly changed the topic.
"I just ran to the very edge of the desert, but I found that these places seemed to be connected together." Wenhao said.
