A few man-eating ants that had survived the fierce battle just now were dizzy and unconsciously crawled back.
The tentacles on his head shook, and there was the smell of delicious food So he crawled towards the ground, almost like a dried corpse.
Seeing this, his heart tightened, if she died in the mission, the soul would once again passively fall into the whirlpool.
Of course, with the condensation and strength of the other party's soul now, it will not be crushed by the whirlpool, but it will enter a more vicious cycle of tasks.
That would keep her trapped here longer This is also the original intention of him to tell Xu to set that plot trap.
At this time, he suddenly had a tangle in his heart.
A kind of heartfelt sympathy arises spontaneously.
She is the representative of the real gamer, loyal to her mission.
And at the end of the day, it seems that there is no endless knot between them.
Just when he wanted the system to drain her soul out, he saw a thin man who was as white as a plain appeared beside him.
A death row inmate who is full of heinous murder.
What was he going to do with her, was he going to kill her?
Wait, this man is a soulless one But why did it give him an inexplicable throbbing?
It's like it's very familiar, but it's so unfamiliar that you can't even see each other's appearance clearly.
The tyrant began to frantically slap the man-eating ants that flocked to Ziqing.
However, the man-eating ants used their tentacles to convey the news that there was food here.
No matter how he swatted, the surrounding man-eating ants did not decrease but increased, and even had a tendency to surround them.
The tyrant collected the ropes, carapaces, and other objects scattered on the ground, tied Ziqing to it, and then put it on his shoulder, intending to pull her away.
At this time, Ziqing completely relied on perseverance to fight the sand monster in the desert for two months, and he had already squeezed his body dry, looking like a dried black corpse that had been sunburned.
But in his eyes, this is the vitality he has been pursuing for decades, and the killing intent that he didn't realize was imperceptibly dissipated.
He only felt extremely intimate, and it was the most beautiful scenery in the world.
As for the tyrant, although he stood on the top of the mountain and saw the fierce battle in the desert at first, it was extremely difficult to walk.
After more than two months of trekking, he almost squeezed his life dry, and this time was also the end of the crossbow.
He pulled Ziqing and walked slowly in the desert step by step, how could he escape the man-eating ants crawling wildly.
I know I can't escape, but I'm still persistent.
Soon, the man-eating ants surrounded again.
Suddenly, he picked up the scimitar made of the serrated teeth of the sand monster's tentacles, and slashed at his own arm with a wave of his hand.
The arm fell in response, and the tyrant looked at the sticky black blood spurting out of the broken arm, only frowned slightly, and casually pulled a rope and tied it up.
Then he picked up the broken arm on the ground and threw it far behind.
After all, it was the stimulation of fresh blood that attracted the man-eating ants to drive them one after another, temporarily relieving the pressure of being surrounded.
But it was like drinking to quench your thirst, but after a while, more man-eating ants gathered around.
The tyrant did not hesitate to cut off everything that could be cut off from his body, but unfortunately the flesh on his body was like a dried corpse, and only a piece of skin was left on the bone.
Watching the black slowly converge and come like a tidal wave, he knew he couldn't escape.
But there is an obsession in my heart that I can't let such vitality and hope be drowned out.
So he cut off his feet one by one In the end, there was nothing left to cut down, so he rolled towards the man-eating ant with his human-like body.
Inadvertently, a drop of black and sticky blood dripped on Ziqing's face.
In an instant, Ziqing, who was originally repairing himself in the sea of knowledge, suddenly felt that his soul was being pulled into a deep bottomless abyss.
A world of nothingness with only black and white.
This feeling of déjà vu made Ziqing come back to his senses suddenly, and this is a person's soul world.
She once entered someone else's soul world in a plot world, and it was such a monotony with dead silence.
The minds of ordinary people are always filled with so many things that they can't even tell the difference.
A strange thought arose in Ziqing's heart, could it be that this was also the soul fragments that Brother Jiu had scattered Zi Jing subconsciously probed his soul tentacles into it, like a pool of solidified loneliness, even if it was just a trace of touch, it also made a faint ripple inside.
Immediately afterwards, the original gray color gradually became bright and vivid.
Intuition told Ziqing that this was not Brother Jiu's.
The world is so big, how can such good fortune happen again In the distance, a hoarse beast-like wail was finally completely drowned out by the black tide.
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Following the glimmer of vitality that was born, he retrieved the fragments of his soul, and the almost exhausted spiritual sea finally regained a trace of vitality.
For many years, there has never been such fulfillment and warmth as now.
He needed some time to melt these.
The reason why you can't enter your own plot world is precisely because the soul is split into pieces and scattered in the world independently.
On top of that, when they cast spells, they placed seals on these fragments, so he couldn't sense the location of the fragments.
Not only that, but even if it is confirmed that it is the person who carries the soul fragment, there may not be someone who opens the other party's soul seal.
So, this time it was a complete accident.
Under the cover of the empty soul, a fragment of the soul containing obsession is hidden.
Fortunately, it was with the obsession with vitality and hope that he was able to open the seal on Ziqing without warning.
It's been a long time since Araku has advanced, and he can't wait to experience the thrill of upgrading, but he still pulls Ziqing's soul out of the plot world with the last trace of thought.
Looking at Ziqing, who was still plain, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in his heart, after all, he didn't face this new tender lord god at the beginning, but now, the other party has brought him a great opportunity.
In comparison, what I have done seems so childish and ridiculous.
In this way, he has no reason to "invite" the other party in such an abnormal way.
I can only find an opportunity to make a formal invitation to her in the solemnity of the Lord God, if she still wishes.
As compensation, he picks out a few super plot worlds and intends to give them to each other.
However, this kind of delivery is not a direct way to incorporate the plot world into your own main god space, you also need to change the law and leave your own main god brand.
So the absurd deliberately picked a few characters.
So when Ziqing found out that the other party pushed the task to him, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, and the other party's intention was too obvious.
I dare to give her a big gift.
But since it was sent on its own initiative, it was disrespectful.
Naturally, it is to be laughed at. t1706231537: