MTL - Dark Moon Era-Chapter 675 Let's fight and sing
Chapter 676 Fight and Sing
This set of techniques comes from a mysterious temple.
Tang Ling used it publicly when he challenged Hell Cliff, and then it was called the first generation.
So what is magical about it? Will it be solemnly carved in that temple? What's the difference? So many big people will be exclaimed as the first generation?
If Tang Ling knew all this and asked him to answer, he would definitely not be able to answer.
Because before this, this set of techniques has been regarded by Tang Ling as a tasteless one, it can only emit a flame, what is the point? You must know that even a talented fire attribute quasi-purple-moon warrior can emit such a powerful flame.
But before, everything was finally subverted!
This is the difference that Tang Ling sensed with precision instinct when Tang Ling moved to the third maneuver. What is the difference?
To put it simply, Tang Ling was able to sense the existence of fire in the air. What was it? Then, it is to sense them.
As for why is this happening? The reason Tang Ling is not clear. According to his previous experience with this set of tactics, when he reached the third tactic, he should start to mobilize his own energy and prepare to move in his body.
But at this time, Tang Ling's precision instinct had a special feeling. He clearly ‘seen’ the fire for the first time in the flow of energy.
"Oxygen, pure oxygen is flowing"
"A strange ingredient unknown to pre-civilization technology, no, it should be a kind of flowing energy."
"If it can be mobilized, it can accurately wrap the oxygen in the air."
"Hmm, manipulate it, it"
At that moment, Tang Ling’s brain was extremely clear, but it was also at that moment that Tang Ling realized that he could not achieve the kind of flowing energy resonance, and then went to capture the wrapped oxygen, and did not understand how after wrapping the oxygen. Flame again?
But with Tang Ling’s cleverness, he knew very well that he could be so clear with his precision instinct. The first time he saw this kind of energy, it must not be without reason!
What is the reason? Still need to talk? It must be this set of techniques from that mysterious temple.
Even Tang Ling knew that it didn't work when playing this technique before. It should be because of environmental problems.
The biggest difference between this place and the outside world is that it is full of flames, and that peculiar energy should be born with flames!
"If I met such an environment earlier, I happened to pinch this set of tactics, maybe I would have discovered it." At that moment, Tang Ling's heart was full of annoyance, but he also knew that he was not the darling of the world. , The possibility of such a coincidence is too small.
But there is such a discovery, it is already too pleasantly surprised, since the tactics can see ‘it’ and the peculiar energy, then the tactics will continue, and there will be discoveries.
At that time, it was when Kun Heya saw Tang Ling quickly pinching hands.
Indeed, Tang Ling’s judgment was not wrong.
With the pinching of the hand formula, the energy became clearer and clearer in Tang Ling's eyes. He was also surprised to find that this hand formula seemed to have the effect of gathering that strange energy. With the fifth hand formula, those strange energies Energy has begun to gather towards Tang Ling.
At the same time, the energy in Tang Ling's body began to follow that strange route.
The difference is that now Tang Ling's precision instinct can also act on himself. At that moment, there was a glimmer of understanding in his mind, and he had to use precision instinct to sense himself.
Tang Ling very much believes in the intuition from the bottom of his heart, the next moment he will start to sense the flow of his own energy with precision instinct.
This is the first time Tang Ling has done this. He discovered that the energy running in his body also contains the strange energy in the air!
It’s just that the energy from itself is so weak that it is constantly being ‘refined’ and becomes another kind of
"What about the other? I feel this energy is close to me."
"This sense of intimacy does not come from me, it should be there. Boss Huang once said that even if it is his own body, it is a machine that operates accurately. And the brain is the'me that controls this machine. '."
"The more powerful the brain, the more precise the control of machinery. So even the energy of my body, it is not necessarily my control. It is the strange route that makes it more intimate with me."
"But what is this affinity for?"
Tang Ling started to think non-stop, and at that time, that was when Kun Heya saw Tang Ling's pinching hands start to slow down.
At this time, the energy's route has reached Tang Ling's brain. According to the past, this energy will run a route in the brain, then return, and finally condensed in the palm of the hand.
And this time, it was precisely because of Tang Ling's precise observation that he finally discovered a mystery!
is that when energy passes through his brain, it is contaminated with a trace of his mental power!
“It turns out” Tang Ling suddenly had enlightenment.
Now, the energy has begun to flow back, and Tang Ling once learned only so many maneuvers, so if the maneuvers can continue, it must, definitely.
Tang Ling became excited, and the remaining hand tactics were deeply imprinted in his mind.
He began to try to pinch the next completely unfamiliar maneuver. Once he could not pinch it because his own energy or mental strength could not support the whole set of maneuvers at all.
This time, Tang Ling, the first remaining hand, succeeded.
It was also this time, Tang Ling's eyes began to have a huge surprise, because he found that this time with his hand, he had stripped out such a strange energy in his body.
It is said that this weak energy can only support him to barely finish the hand formula this time, but the change also happened at this time, because the strange energy in the air originally gathered towards Tang Ling. , Unexpectedly began to enter Tang Ling's body as his tactics proceeded.
This kind of energy Tang Ling didn't know if it was a specific substance? Or just exist like mental power or various waves. In short, it was absorbed by Tang Ling's body, began to gather in Tang Ling's dantian, and began to flow automatically according to that strange route.
Tang Ling resisted the feeling of surprise, and once again started the next trick
His speed is getting slower and slower, but every maneuver that has never been learned is beaten out one by one by him.
On the surface, Tang Ling's speed is slow, only Tang Ling knows in his heart what an astonishing ‘energy storm’ is happening in his body!
More and more of that strange energy in the air began to be absorbed by Tang Ling, and the energy revolved one after another, and then contaminated his mental power.
In this case, there is not much spiritual power needed. It is like just putting a brand on these energy, which belongs to Tang Ling's own special brand, and then flows.
As the maneuver progressed, Tang Ling discovered that the bizarre route could purify this energy time and time again, and the purified energy would become stronger and stronger, and then flow to his brain, being branded with an extra trace of spirit.
What is this for? Of course Tang Ling knew that this was for control!
Thanks to the support of these energy, Tang Ling has successfully completed several of them.
At this time, the strange energy has become like the compressed energy in the dantian, which is about to liquefy.
It was also at this time that Tang Ling felt a ‘limit’ of himself, a limit at this stage! It is that his body can no longer absorb the strange energy in the air.
Re-absorb, he will burst his meridians by these energy!
But!
Tang Ling's eyes flashed with extremely excited light, because he realized that this energy existed in his body.
He started to become friendly to flames. How do you explain this sentence? In other words, he himself can begin to'resonate' with those energies still in the air.
He began to realize that he could use this energy to wrap oxygen, and then generate fire through a special kind of shock.
Not only that, he can also use this energy to wrap the flames that are already burning, and then manipulate them.
The shoujue is still in progress, which seems to prove Tang Ling's second point, when the shoujue is the second to last.
The energy that was not emitted in his body began to stretch out like a trace of tentacles, resonating with the strange energy in the air, a trace of energy drove a burst of energy, and began to move toward the firelight in the silver liquid.
The energy completely envelops a flame.
And seeing the eyes of the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe, it turned into an extremely shocked, extremely resentful despair!
What is the strange gesture of this kid? Why does it feel like he has mastered the talent of the Silver Wings in an instant?
Not only that, but at a certain moment, this senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe felt a certain change in Tang Ling, and became resonant with his blood, just like the same kind.
And what is the bloodline of the silver-winged tribe? Born to be close to flames! Why is it so?
The senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe was extremely depressed. This was something more terrifying to him than death.
Yes, he now exists in the giant tower of Nirvana, and he does not know what form he exists in? Here, time has become meaningless, let alone the concept of race?
But the race bloodline is strange. It exists in the genetic chain. It is a secret that has not been solved today, even if they have no solution to the Skywing Clan!
So, unable to face everything about race and remain indifferent.
This humble, inferior human race has long lost its former glory! But he actually cracked the secret of the silver-winged tribe? ! what is this? This is really a desperate thing, do humans want it again? !
In the desperate gaze of this high-ranking sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe, the stream of flames began to be slowly drawn away from the silver liquid.
And it was at this time that Tang Ling finally started struggling to play the last maneuver!
The stream of flames rose higher and higher, and it was already more than ten meters away from the silver liquid. It began to approach Tang Ling very, very slowly, as it had gathered around the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe before.
The senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe can’t move at all. He is a pool of rotten flesh, but as long as he has some strength, he wants to clenched his fists, as if only in this way can he have a sense of security and realism.
Is this really a dream? This human teenager has gone from knowing nothing at all to a person close to his own level? What exactly is this set of strange gestures?
It might be that the heavens began to sympathize with this senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe, and just after the flame stream moved towards Tang Ling for less than five meters, it suddenly stopped.
At this moment, Tang Ling put his hands together hard, the last maneuver was finally completed, but his whole body began to tremble with difficulty!
The stream of flames began to tremble strangely with Tang Ling. After shaking for about ten seconds, they finally began to collapse uncontrollably, and then scattered into flames, falling to the ground like a stream of water, instantly changing Become a spark after another.
'Huh', Tang Ling sighed for a long time, looked at the sparks on the ground with some pity, and sighed: "Failed."
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha" Facing Tang Ling's failure, the sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe began to laugh like a heavy stone in his heart.
Tang Ling was very calm. He watched the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe and asked faintly: "Have you laughed enough?"
"Haha, how can I laugh enough? There is an old language on your planet called'Dongshi Xiaoying'. It should be you. I said you, inferior human beings, how can they learn our methods? Even if they rely on something strange The weird way is also inferior! Inferior! We are born senior sergeant of the silver-winged tribe and become a little crazy.
"Hmm, it doesn't matter. I will succeed next time, what do you think?" Tang Ling squatted down. When he said this, he looked at the crazy senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe with some pity.
It was such an understatement, but the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe was suddenly stunned, as if his neck was suddenly pinched, and he could no longer laugh. He looked at Tang Ling with a little fear.
Tang Ling had no expression on his face, and his dislike for this race also originated from the soul, embedded in human genes.
So he stood up, still speaking in that faint, calm voice: "Although I failed to control the flame flow, I have learned something. Let me show you something."
"I don't watch, I don't watch, I #Y($&)%" The senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe lost control and started shouting frantically. He even had to shake his head so hard, he lost control until the end he couldn't use the planet. Yu communicated with Tang Ling, but shouted a language that made Tang Ling completely unfamiliar.
However, Tang Ling ignored him at all, but started to use his hands again, and this time he was faster and more proficient.
Following the pinching of Tang Ling's hand art, the kind that made the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe desperate, the strange resonance from the bloodline began to appear again.
And this time, Tang Ling didn't finish this hand gesture, but stopped when it reached two-thirds. His right hand stretched out, and a condensed, raging flame trident appeared in Tang Ling's hand.
This trident exudes unexpected heat, and Tang Ling tilted his head, looking at the senior sergeant of the silver-winged tribe on the ground, and asked: "Is it exciting?"
The senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe was completely lost in his eyes and turned a deaf ear to Tang Ling's words.
Tang Ling closed his eyes, and he could feel this flame trident, as if it were a continuation of his own, because the flame trident had completely branded Tang Ling's own spiritual power.
"The correct way is to kill you like this." While talking, Tang Ling actually held the flame trident with his hand.
The heat of the fire didn't hurt Tang Ling at all, and the brand of mental power was so strange.
It’s so strange that Tang Ling feels that the control of fire is completely different from that of the Silverwing Clan, but why is it different? Tang Ling felt that he needed a deeper understanding! The direction was clear in Tang Ling's mind.
"Go!" Tang Ling let go and tossed hard, the flame trident rushed to the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe with a whistling sound, and then fiercely inserted it into its chest.
Enough high temperature easily burned through the skin, blood, and muscles of the senior sergeant of the Silver-wing tribe, directly piercing its heart.
This race is really similar to human beings. Even though there are subtle differences in the location of the internal organs, most of the same internal organs exist, such as the heart.
The high temperature turned the heart of the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged tribe into a piece of coke. Tang Ling waved his hand calmly, and the flame trident dissipated. Tang Ling walked to the senior sergeant, knelt down and looked at its corpse and said: "I You have no way to deal with the fire, do you?"
"Why is that? I must have an answer."
"I found the right way, but this is just a fur, I will make you completely desperate."
"I didn't lie, because I seem to have found some direction?" Tang Ling had a confident but cold smile on his face.
For this race, he can't respect them as a certain kind of life!
After Tang Ling said these words, that strange power appeared again, pulling Tang Ling out of this space.
**
"Clearance evaluation: A+, in the final battle, the character approached the correct way of fighting"
Tang Ling stood in the refurbishment area, quietly listening to the evaluation given to him from the domain of dreams. At this time, his heart finally fell, no matter what the reward was? What Tang Ling could not allow was that he had not been tempered in the Tower of Nirvana.
Now that he has found the right way, he can finally use the Tower of Nirvana to sharpen himself.
"Reward nine dream coins."
The mechanical sound of Dreamland finally ended. Tang Ling didn’t get any authority promotion, but these were completely unimportant to Tang Ling at this time, because he now has sufficient confidence to be able to achieve S and above scores. Come pass the Nirvana Tower.
"I have 37 Dream Coins in total now." Tang Ling began to count his dream coins. Each A-level clearance in the first three levels will increase by one dream coin. After entering the medium difficulty, the rules are the same, except for the fourth level. Just start with 7 Dream Coins, plus the 9 you just got
Then count the 5 dream coins spent, read the information once, and consume the fierce beast meat five times.
How much is this? It certainly doesn't count! Tang Ling had a big gain in the previous dream. He didn't think there were any more Dream Coins this time, but these Dream Coins should be enough to achieve what he wanted to do.
Thinking, Tang Ling started to click on the Super Brain in front of him, and quickly inquired, the price soon appeared in Tang Ling’s eyes.
Return to the first floor of Nirvana Tower-a dream coin.
The second floor-two dream coins.
Three layers-two dream coins.
When it comes to medium difficulty, three Dream Coins are required to return to it, and four Dream Coins are needed for the six floors just now.
Seeing this price, Tang Ling had an urge to scold his mother. This was because of his dream coin, right?
Returning back and forth by oneself will only become a pauper in the end.
This will only force you to pass the level with a better score, not just S, so that you can replenish more dream coins, and if the authority can be improved, maybe you can get a little discount? Otherwise, when I see Kun, I might really become a pauper.
So if you pass the level with this correct skin, you will get an S-level evaluation. What is the more in-depth correctness? This definitely requires a more advanced and more powerful way
Tang Ling sat at the table, began to recall the previous battle, and began to analyze the little points he had grasped before. He didn’t even care about eating and drinking, and he started to think.
**
"So," Han Xing spit out blood from his mouth and stood up swayingly.
At this time, all his body is full of large and small wounds, some of which can be seen deep in the bones, and what is more terrifying is the one in the abdomen, which has been neatly cut off a piece of flesh and blood, and even vaguely exposed the white ribs.
For Han Xing, this is actually not that great! Isn't it commonplace to get injured in battle? Just like Tang Ling, who often dances amidst life and death, in the vague memory, he seems to have died for fighting and come back to life.
These Korean stars do not remember too clearly, because he can be sure that he has been stolen from a memory that cannot be seen, leaving only some vague shadows.
But Han Xing did not try to recover that memory, just because it might bring serious consequences, so I don’t have to think about it now.
But even so, a deep seed was planted in Han Xing's heart, and only fearless battles can gain greater gains.
Especially for him, he has enough talent for the sword, but he wants to go further, even to the end, for the sword in his hand.
So, what's the injury?
"Give up?" A cold voice appeared.
A figure with a height of only about 1.2 meters also stood in front of Han Xing. This is the ‘monster’ Han Xing encountered this time.
It looks like some weak creatures, short and thin. The only thing worth noting is its arms. According to the proportions, they are a little bit ugly. They are only 1.2 meters tall, but their arms are 80 centimeters long, except for the head. , Almost hanging on the ground.
What’s more terrifying is that such an arm can be extended, so the short sword held in its hand becomes more powerful. What if the sword is accompanied by a magnetic force and repulsion?
Is this the natural instinct of this monster? Han Xing also didn't bother to think about this question. What he thought was his father's words: "What is the real sword? It is purity. The answer you need to look for is-what is the purity of a sword?"
Yup? What is it?
"Humans, surrender! You can't fight anymore!" Maybe the same swordsman, this monster also has some kendo spirit in it. It doesn't feel so hateful to people. It just wants to oppress the Korean star and admit defeat.
And this monster did not lie. On the surface, Han Xing really could not fight anymore, because apart from the terrible injury on his abdomen, Han Xing’s arm was also twisted at a miraculous angle. That was during the previous battle. The monster exploded with a huge repulsive force, and Han Xing's sword that concentrated all his strength was smashed away by this strange repulsive force. As a result, his arm was broken like this.
This is Han Xing’s sword holding hand. It is twisted and broken like this. Why should he fight again? !
This is already a level of **** difficulty, and it is the seventh level. It just happened that less than five minutes passed, even if Han Xing didn't want to surrender, why did he feel that he could delay the seventh level and let Dreamland automatically assess his failure of the challenge?
Dignity and life, Korean stars can only choose the same! He was different from the situation Tang Ling had faced before, and he did not retain any strength at all.
However, what people did not expect was that Han Xing staggered to stand up if he surrendered to his opponent.
spit out the blood foam in his mouth and said with a weird smile: "So you think you are really a swordsman? Did you really win?"
The monster's face showed an unpleasant and already impatient look: "I understand, do you want to preserve the dignity of the swordsman and choose death? Then I will perfect you."
Han Xing's twisted hand can no longer use his strength, so he can barely hook his sword with his curved fingers. He laughed nonchalantly, then grabbed his sword with his other hand and said, "You are wrong. I don't want you to fulfill my death, but I want to fight with you again. Life and death don't matter anymore."
"Fight again?" A mocking look appeared on the monster's face.
"Fight again! What is a sword that relies on external forces? Your sword is not a pure sword at all." Han Xing shouted, and inserted the sword in his hand in front of him.
The monster suddenly became angry, and raised the sword in his hand: "You will die under my sword to prove my sword."
While speaking, the monster stabbed with a sword and extended his arms, making it inevitable.
At this moment, Han Xing held his sword with one hand, and had no intention of avoiding it. Strangely, the sword he was holding began to vibrate violently.
"I trust you all."
The monster's sword has pierced Han Xing's eyes, and at this moment, Han Xing's sword on the ground has already shaken to the extreme. Han Xing let go of his hand at this moment, and the sword sprang from the ground automatically!
With a sound of ‘clam’, the sword body just blocked the monster’s sword tip, and then as if someone was using it, a standard swinging sword style swung open the monster’s sword.
At the moment it opened, the familiar magnetic force on the monster's sword came again.
But also at this time, a phantom that was exactly the same as his sword appeared on Han Xing's sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the monster.
"This, what is this?" The monster's face was deeply puzzled.
And Han Xing did not intend to answer, he closed his eyes from beginning to end, his face was full of sweat
'Swipe', the phantom sword stabs the monster. The monster will never think that the phantom sword has no damage. It subconsciously returns the sword and automatically exerts its repulsive force to block the phantom The sword.
Strangely, this phantom sword was really blocked, but at the moment it was blocked, the sword suddenly shattered and turned into hundreds of fine and dense small swords, all from From various tricky angles, using the most standard basic sword-using movements'stab, pick, wrap', etc., once again stab the monster in front of him.
'Puffpuffpuff', the sound of a sword piercing into the body was heard. The monster's repulsion and the skillful face in his hand that was used by it were completely unable to resist the sword stabbed by the Korean star.
Because! These swords are alive! At least some of them are alive! Just like someone is using them, they will avoid the repulsive force and strike again!
How can it be blocked like this? So what is this illusory sword shadow?
The monster's eyes were full of doubts, and he stood quietly, with dozens of blood holes of various sizes spewing light red blood on his body.
It exhausted all the power of the whole body, and strenuously said a sentence: "This, is this a pure sword?"
"No, it's not, part of it." Han Xing opened his eyes, still with a confused look in his eyes. He said this, and the whole person rushed to the ground and fell to the ground.
"Part of it? My tribe also" with a bang, and the monster fell to the ground.
The difference is that the Korean star still breathes, but the monster has no life at all.
"Is this my family sword intent? It's a desperate sword intent." Before he was completely unconscious, Han Xing had only this idea in his mind.
The despair that Han Xing thinks of is not that the sword intent is too powerful and makes others despair, but the cultivator-he will despair because of the sword intent.
It may be the most correct way of swords, but it is the way of swords that has no end, and even the final path is not clear.
In a coma, Han Xing was reported out of this space.
When he fell into the repair area, he heard an S-level evaluation vaguely. It was a normal evaluation. Han Xing always had this evaluation. He was using his sword to defeat all enemies.
Korean star, pass the seventh level.
**
"Hi, long time no see." Tang Ling felt a trance. This trance made Tang Ling once again doubt what the life forms in the giant tower of Nirvana were?
Look, it’s understandable that the environment is exactly the same, but the same enemy, yes, the silver-winged tribe named Akaka appears here again, what does it mean to look like he wants to act?
Tang Ling doesn’t want to act with it anymore. What's the point of repeating the routine? This time Tang Ling is correct Tang Ling! To start the fight in a truly correct way, Tang Ling said hello directly.
In the other's surprised eyes, Tang Ling said directly: "You don't have to hit my weapon. I know you are good at playing with fire. Let's play with fire together."
While speaking, Tang Ling stood on the spot and began to quickly pinch his hands. How fast was it? At Tang Ling's current speed, his fingers brought up a phantom.
Roads of fire began to appear in Tang Ling’s palm continuously, and only after five seconds, the fireballs in the silver liquid began to gather towards Tang Ling.
And three seconds ago, Akaka reacted. Although the human boy in front of him said strange things, he really wanted to play with it!
So, the scene that repeats the previous level clearance begins! Akaka also began to collect fireballs in the silver liquid, and began to quickly create arrows of fire. Since the corrosive energy could not corrode Tang Ling's weapons, it could not be wasted, and began to blend into those arrows of fire.
Tang Ling saw all this in his eyes. He was still thinking about some problems quickly, but at least one problem can be proved now-this set of techniques is not rigid, as long as the collection is enough, there is no need to You can also play with fire at will at the end of the hand technique. For example, the fireballs in these silver liquids are much easier to collect than the stream of flames! Therefore, he will be able to borrow ‘help’ soon.
And these corrosive energy? In fact, the simplest solution is to attack first. He is now much faster than Akaka to build rockets. Judging from Akaka's panicked look, it is scared.
But Tang Ling is not. He is still making fire arrows one after another. He wants an evaluation above S. He is still not sure about what? But the only certainty is that the deeper the understanding of fire, the closer to the most correct way.
He now needs Akaka to cooperate with him to complete and familiarize himself with fire control.
Twenty seconds later, hundreds of fire arrows have gathered around Akaka, and many fire arrows have been fused into its corrosive energy.
But Tang Ling was terrified here. There were more than three hundred arrows of fire gathered around him. This also made Tang Ling feel a little strenuous, and he found it difficult to control.
The good news is that Akaka couldn't continue anymore. As soon as it raised its hand, its fire arrow began to shoot towards Tang Ling.
At the same time, Tang Ling’s Fire Arrow also met Akaka’s Fire Arrow
**
Fifty-one seconds passed, and Tang Ling was only allowed to give himself no more than one and a half minutes when passing repeatedly.
Kun that guy set a limit of one hour, how long has he been delayed? Through precision instinct, Tang Ling knew that it had been 28 minutes.
He must reserve at least 25 minutes for the hell-level challenge, because no one knows how difficult the challenge is, and it must be done in the correct way.
But does it take a minute and a half for the first level? The answer is no, all the flame arrows are constantly colliding.
Tang Ling's control is getting more and more precise, and there is no need to control every arrow of fire. What you need to be familiar with is actually that mysterious power, which controls every ray of flame, like an open net. What I need to grasp is every thread on the Internet!
Since this is the case~www.novelbuddy.com~ With the cooperation of precision instinct, what can't be done? The arrows of fire collided head-on and then burst.
Meet the corrosive arrows of fire, there will be a steady stream of arrows of fire come to support, entangle
More than that, Tang Ling can quickly create fire arrows one after another while controlling the fire arrow at the same time.
For Tang Ling, this is really not too much waste. The mental power required is limited. As for the energy required? As long as the fireball from the outside always exists, Tang Ling will be continuously replenished.
So, in just fifty-one seconds, Akaka was buried in the flames.
Until he died, he was wondering, does he know the boy in front of him? Why hasn't it been a long time?
I deeply felt that I was old, and I was drunk the next day after drinking. I was drunk all day yesterday, got up at 7 o'clock in the evening and wanted to update, but after drinking the porridge, I slept for a few more hours. But what should be owed has to be made up. This is a 9,000-word chapter, three thousand words the day before yesterday, and six thousand words yesterday. There is still an update today, and I hope to add the two thousand words the day before yesterday. the above!
(End of this chapter)
