Chapter 816 Arrival

The burning sensation gushing out from the sun, the wind, and the sand is the desert in front of him, which gives Dean the most intuitive feeling.

However, the vitality that should have been extinct has a tenacious breath of life.

Extremely contradictory!

But so reasonable.

It's like a curved channel, where the water is rushing. Whenever there is a sharp turn, part of the water will flow down, while the other part will jump high and splash out of the channel.

No surprise to anyone!

Because, under the power, it is a matter of course!

So... the way of killing?

Dean ponders his own path.

The golden desert under the sun in front of him instantly turned into a blood-red killing space, and the blood-colored sunlight spread all over the place where Dean could see.

Compared with the original, it is not unchanged!

The blood color became more and more intense!

Here's the result of Dean's latest fight!

Just as Dean expected, every battle kill will bring the way of killing one step closer, and then, until the limit and qualitative change.

However, when Dean recalled the previous desert.

He always felt that the "way of killing" seemed to be lacking.

‘Are you showing mercy? '

‘Are you regretting the killing? '

'Are you going to become hesitant? '

One after another voices resounded from the blood, and one after another figures walked out of the blood, Mortici, the veteran powerhouse of Xiti, Peyton, the spokesperson of Morthill, the former king and prince of the place of origin, etc., All the people who were killed by Dean appeared in front of Dean again at this time.

All in bright red.

They questioned and looked unwilling.

Then, such unwillingness turned into resentment, a strong resentment towards Dean, and then these blood-red people rushed towards Dean like spirits of resentment.

Without any hesitation or hesitation.

Dean strikes.

Just like facing these blood men before they were alive, Dean showed no mercy.

'You should repent! '

'You should cry! '

'You should suffer! '

The blood people shouted loudly. But that didn't slow down their elimination in any way.

Dean looked at them coldly, and asked word by word: "Why?"

Then, another punch was thrown out.

boom!

Xiti's old strongman Mortici was pierced, and Dean took off the opponent's head. The eyes of the other party looked at each other without the slightest retreat: "Killing is killing! The difference in position will inevitably lead to such a result. Why should I repent? Cry? Pain? Just because I killed you? Really? That's ridiculous!"

"If I don't kill you, you will kill me—at that time. Should I call your 'mistake'? How weak!"

As soon as the words fell, Dean's palm was forceful, and the head of the bloody Mortici was crushed.

Then, Dean came to Peyton without stopping, and easily harvested the other party's current life.

If it is said that the current opponent can also be regarded as a living object.

weak!

Except for some questions, the strength of these blood men is extremely weak.

Just like an ordinary knight.

Even, even weaker.

But Dean didn't because of the opponent's weakness. And let the other party go.

Not just because they were enemies, but because Dean didn't know how to let them go.

This is not the material world, but his killing space, and the opponents are unknown guys who appear here inexplicably.

Soon, all the blood men were swept away.

The blood-colored space became more and more intense.

The blood-colored sunlight rolled like a tide.

A figure looms in it.

Dean frowned, he felt familiar.

But when the other party walked out slowly, such familiarity turned into surprise.

That figure was himself.

...

Blank tried to convince himself.

But there was no reason or that he simply didn't know how to do it.

Can only be ignorant.

sudden. A kind and huge force appeared in his heart.

Guling!

In an instant Blank recognized the source of the power.

"Have you come to guide me, a lost person again?"

Bronke, who was prostrate on the ground, asked sincerely.

The kind and huge power in front of me began to change——

reed!

One by one, piece by piece, endless reeds.

As the wind blew, the reeds broke one after another.

As the torrential rain fell, the reeds broke again.

Any little thing is enough to make the reed insignificant. But they are still growing, and they are still not extinct. In the end, they sway with the wind and welcome the rain and dew calmly.

They become tough.

indestructible.

Because... change!

"This this……"

Blanc seems to have grasped the fading light, but it is difficult to express it.

'Squeak! '

There was a chirping sound, thinking in the bottom of Bronk's heart.

It was the sound of an animal.

But in the bottom of Blanc's heart, it has the most accurate meaning——

Thought!

immediately. Blank froze there as if struck by lightning.

Thought?

Yes, it is thought!

The nobility and specialness of souls lies in their thoughts!

Emotions, sorrows and joys!

The absence of insensitivity is the nobility of the soul!

Nature gave birth to everything, accept everything calmly, because everything will return to nature.

People enjoy joy and happiness, but also bear anger and sorrow.

Relative, contradictory.

Just like a pair of twins, inseparable.

And my natural rhythm...

Blank raised his head suddenly, and a huge oak tree appeared in front of him——

This is his natural heart.

This oak tree was just a seed at first, then, it took root and sprouted, and now it is full of vitality like a dome.

This is the rhythm of nature!

Some dead branches appeared on the oak.

This is also the rhythm of nature!

Relative, contradictory!

Blank muttered to himself.

Then, the oak tree in front of him changed rapidly.

From the most central position, the oak tree splits in two.

Half alive, half withered.

The aura on Bronke's body also changed again and again, and then fell into a faint silence.

call!

Brown let out a long breath.

The thoughts of struggle in his mind calmed down. exist together.

Because they were supposed to exist together.

It does not change because of a certain person or a certain thing, it is just a change of a certain person or a certain thing, and it conforms to it.

"Hatred brings destruction. After destruction, there must be rebirth!"

Bronk said so, and then, prostrated himself on the ground again.

"Thank you for your guidance!"

Bronk responded reverently.

Then, that kind and huge power quickly disappeared.

And Bronke stood up with a frank smile on his face.

However, when Blanc sees Dean. But slightly surprised.

Dean's breath changed rapidly.

"This is?"

Blank was taken aback.

And before Blanc could investigate it carefully, four meteors streaked across the sky in the distance.

Blanc frowned and raised his palm. The natural shelter that originally took three days to build suddenly appeared around him, hiding Dean in it.

Then, Blanque quickly walked towards the direction where the meteor appeared.

...

Located in the underground 'tavern'.

Long Lang, who was flipping through the books on the secret art of battle qi, stopped suddenly. He raised his head and looked at the sky, as if the roof above his head did not exist.

"Heh. It's finally here!"

Long Lang smiled lightly and closed the book in his hand, then handed it to Jasmine: "Help me keep it!"

"What are you doing?"

Jasmine took the book and asked subconsciously.

"Of course there are some things that must be done!"

Long Lang laughed and picked up the wine prepared by Jasmine.

"Hey, that's not for you!"

Jasmine emphasized.

"It's okay, I'll just treat it as something you gave me!"

Holding the wine glass, Long Lang smiled a little rascally, and disappeared in place.

...

boom!

Boom boom boom!

Amid four consecutive explosions, a huge sand dune was flattened. A crater hundreds of feet deep was left behind.

Four figures appeared in the pothole.

"Not able to fly? Nasty rules!"

In a low voice mixed with mania, a tall humanoid creature walked out of the big pit quickly.

Blue skin, pointed mouth, pointed ears, red hair. In the protruding mouth, there were four staggered fangs, thick hands and feet, and a black cloak, which was used as a cloak by the other party and hung on his shoulders.

"Master Hulucha. There is something approaching with the aura of Liselle's power!"

Behind the humanoid creature, a person reports.

"Hey, let them be so arrogant after killing Payton? I'm not a weak guy like Payton!"

After the humanoid creature finished speaking, a powerful aura emerged from its body.

This breath is like a lighthouse on the sea, telling those who are looking for it where it is.

"Tsk!"

Long Lang, who was walking side by side with Blanc, couldn't help but speak with a hint of surprise.

"It seems that our opponents want to fight us face to face! Obviously, Payton's death made them still not look us in the eye!"

Long Lang said so.

"We are weaker than each other!"

Blank answered honestly.

"How's Dean?"

Long Lang asked.

"In a very special state-related to the path he chose... We need to support it for a while!"

Blank replied.

"Is that so? Sigh... I hate fighting more with less!"

Long Lang said as he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then accelerated his forward speed.

Bronke followed quickly.

Ps first update~

When I was eating decadently at noon, I met a 'real' foodie!

At the corner of Yuyu’s house, there is a small restaurant with big bowls of noodles and cold dishes. Yuyu usually has a big bowl of noodles and a plate of cold dishes with a big ball or something. Then, that ‘true’ foodie eats two big bowls of noodles by himself Two cold dishes and six meatballs!

That's right, it's six meatballs!

And a pot of noodle soup by the way...

Decadence just kneel down!

I really don't want it! (To be continued.)