Disaster Shelter

A bright white palm, growing out of Wen Wen's right hand, looked somewhat similar to that purple palm.

The two palms collided silently, and the light purple energy spread out to both sides, and the sand that was thousands of meters away in a straight line suddenly vaporized, forming two huge fan-shaped deep pits.

Wen Wen's ritual stand was not affected by the huge fan-shaped area.

After a collision, the purple palm became more illusory, and directly retracted into the crack.

The gap gradually narrowed, and when it was about to disappear completely, a strange eye appeared in the gap, casting a curious look at Wen Wen.

The whites of the eyes are red, and the pupils are dark purple, so they don't look like humans.

Until the gap 1 completely disappeared, the look reluctantly withdrew.

And the little silver hand returned tiredly to Wen Wen's palm, and the color became a little dim.

"Whose hand is that just now... he saved the plague, which means that it is the heavenly **** Yogma!"

"But how can the heavenly gods find this place accurately? The black-robed man once said that this world is special, and the more powerful the existence, the harder it is to enter this world."

"If the heavenly gods want to project power here, they must use a certain medium..."

"The token dangling from the plague's mouth, that token is the medium, and he used the token to bring the power of Yogma to this world!"

"Now that the plague has been taken away, I should not be attacked by Yogma again."

After thinking about this, Wen Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

The scene just now left him too much psychological shadow. All that happened between lightning and stone fire, Wen Wen didn't even think too much, and the matter was over.

In the confrontation of the power of the heavenly gods, nothing was left except for the two huge sand pits.

There was a chill in Wen Wen's heart. Facing the attack of the heavenly **** across the world just now, he didn't even have the ability to resist.

The black-robed people once said that the spirit world gods can provoke, but the heavenly gods can't provoke them. Wen Wen still doesn't care about it.

If it weren't for the Moon God, who was also the **** of the heavens, a strength was left in Wen Wen's hand, this time Wen Wen was more than good.

Wen Wen silently looked at his right hand and said: "From now on, when I use the magic mirror to peep, if you engage in the Holy Light, I will never scold you again."

After speaking, Wen Wen looked sharply at the avatar in front of him. Although he had just experienced a life and death crisis, he could not stop there.

He will continue to complete this clone, otherwise he will be sorry for the power consumed by Crescent Moon.

...

At the center of the reddish Death Omen star, there is a huge palace.

On the tens of meters high seat inside the palace, Yogma held the head of Plague in his hand, with a curious look in his eyes.

"Thank you Yogma-sama for your help. From now on I will surely support you..."

"Mute."

Yugma uttered two words lightly, and the plague was speechless.

Afterwards, Yogma looked at the head of the plague as if playing with art.

Originally, he was very optimistic about Peilu, otherwise he would not give Peilu so much help, but Peilu's failure made him lose his value in Yogma's heart.

But for a rescue across the world, he had already agreed with Peihu, so Yogma did not break his promise.

Originally, after the plague was rescued, Yogma would let him fend for himself, but with plague’s current state, it would be difficult to survive in the environment of the Death Star.

But while rescuing the plague, Yogma saw some interesting things.

The name of the man who is one with the plague and independent of each other should be Wen Wen.

He actually had the power of a singer under the nameless throne, and he was also protected by another heavenly god.

The most important thing is that there is a feeling of inexplicability in that person, which makes Yogma very concerned.

So Yogma decided to train the plagues well, and there may be some surprises in the future.

The power of sheltering that world is loosening, and one day that world will be open to the inner world, and then that person will be Yogma's.

Seeing the light flashing in Yogma's eyes, Peifu breathed a sigh of relief, which means Yogma is still interested in him.

As long as Yogma feels that he is still useful, the plague will have a chance to make a comeback, and he will definitely find Wenwen in the future and get back what he has lost.

In fact, the current plague and Wen Wen can no longer be regarded as equal existences, because he has only half of his soul left.

At the beginning, only half of the souls of Wenwen had sneaked into the sea of ​​Wenwen consciousness, because he felt that he could win Wenwen.

However, he did not expect this half of the soul to be discovered by the terrifying black-robed man, so in order to ensure that he was not killed, he let half of his soul escape and was deliberately killed by the black robe, thus hiding the other half of the soul in the depths of the corpse.

He does have a hole card in his hand that allows Yogma to play. This hole card is the brand he was holding in his mouth at the time. This brand can collect his current coordinates so that Yogma's power can pass through the world barrier. .

However, this brand is a trump card that the Plaguefighter desperately got, and it takes a lot of time to start, and only one chance to use it.

When he first started fighting Wen Wen, he felt it was unnecessary, and when he felt it was necessary, he had no chance to use this thing.

His body has been trapped in the shelter, and this sign has no way to record coordinates in the shelter.

Last time in front of the sacred tree, when he was given life, Peihu had this opportunity, but he guessed that Wen Wen wanted to resurrect his body and become his clone.

So Peihu prepared and waited until Wen Wen really resurrected the corpse before taking the body and fleeing.

Otherwise, even if he could return to the Death Omen Star, with his incomplete soul state, he would be given up directly by Yogma.

His wishful thinking was good, but he didn't count it. Wenwen actually gave this body a new personality. This personality is as tough as the soul of the plague or the soul, and the plague can't capture it. Control of the body.

And Wen Wen didn’t know what horrible ghost was put into this body. It was ten times more terrifying than his madness. The plague felt that if he hid himself, he would be completely swallowed up, so he took the risk directly. Get out of the body.

However, it seems that the situation should not be too bad, as long as Yogma does not give up on him, he has the confidence to make a comeback.

...

After the plague disappeared, Wen Wen released the blood nine one to protect himself, and he devoted himself to the ceremony.

The sudden appearance of the plague is not without good, that is, he took away a part of the pollution of the nameless king.

This makes the residual pollution in this body drop to a controllable level. There is no suspense whether the ritual can be successful or not. Now Wen Wen needs to make the ritual complete higher.

In the course of the ceremony, Wen Wen was groping inch by inch in his body with his strength, trying to completely eliminate the hidden dangers left by the plague.

This made the ritual that could have been completed in ten minutes postponed for several hours, but it also gave him a better understanding of this clone.

...

On the quiet lake, a middle-aged man in a black coat sat cross-legged.

On the left and right sides of the man was an old revolver and a sharp engineer shovel.

Both the weapon and the middle-aged man himself stayed calmly on the water, without causing any fluctuations.

"My name is Wen Wen."

"I am now in my forties. Maybe to me, age doesn't make much sense."

"Because I don't exist."

The middle-aged Wen Wen gave a wry smile, looking at this monotonous and boring mirror world, not knowing how to describe his mood.

He thought he was a witcher who awakened in an accident, the wife of a woman, and the father of a three-year-old child.

But he didn't realize that he was just a memory born out of thin air when he saw himself as a young teenager.

Everything is fake, everything is illusory, he is just a possibility for Wen Wen, a demon hunter with great potential.

After that battle, he stayed above the water, thinking meaninglessly, because thinking was the only proof of his existence.

But maybe this kind of thinking is illusory in itself.

Middle-aged Wen Wen fell into a deep confusion.

Suddenly, middle-aged Wen Wen found that his figure was gradually disappearing, and the pistol and engineer shovel became blurred.

"It seems that the ontology has forgotten me. As long as he forgets me, I don't exist...I am really cheap."

The eternal darkness wrapped the middle-aged Wenwen, and he seemed to have entered an extremely crazy world.

The violent, bloodthirsty, and crazy power enveloped him and plunged every inch of his skin into great pain.

But in this pain, middle-aged Wen Wen felt a little warmth again, this kind of warmth is very comfortable, he has never experienced this kind of feeling in his 40 years of life.

It was as if... he finally became real!

He can't bear this feeling~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If anyone wants to take this feeling away, middle-aged Wen Wen will fight him hard!

A man who looked very similar to the young Wen Wen but with hideous scars on his face came over and attacked the middle-age Wen Wen fiercely.

Middle-aged Wen Wen didn't know why the opponent wanted to fight him, but he was never a person who was afraid of fighting, and he had an intuition that if he was defeated, he would lose this warm feeling.

So he thought together, the revolver and the engineer shovel appeared at the same time, and launched the most brutal attack in his life against the inexplicable attacker.

The scarred Wen Wen looked difficult to wrap around, but he was unexpectedly weak in the fight, and was easily driven away by the middle-aged Wen Wen.

I don't know how long it took, it seems that I slept for ten days and ten nights.

He opened his eyes wearily, and what he saw in his eyes made his mouth wide open.

"Congratulations, come to the real world!"