Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1765 The source of terror The terror of terror

The waving Key of the Styx was entwined with black light, and when it struck, the stars in the sky seemed to be dragged along their trajectory, and began to move in this direction.

It is like a short cane formed by binding a sharp bone spur with withered flesh and blood tissue, and the aura of primordial is sweeping and flowing, as if it wants to pierce the boundless sea of ​​stars into a black hole.

"I am the deity of your fear, and all fear and fear in the universe come from me."

Moros, the terror of the beginning, has many symbolic meanings, and the heinous and disrespectful people are just a kind of preference collected by him.

From the moment of birth, life carries the light of wisdom like a firefly, and terror also follows in the dark like a shadow.

Fear is a kind of terror. In the process of growing up, life will always encounter things temporarily beyond its psychological tolerance. It may be a poisonous snake with bright patterns, or it may be a thousand-meter mountain looking up...No Man has never been afraid.

Yelin refused to let go, and spoke contemptuously to the other party, but he did not let go of the slightest slack in his heart. Moros was full of new worlds, old gods, in a word... coveting chaos.

He didn't know whether the huge goat-headed human body in front of him was the deity, but he could be sure that it was at least a precious image of Moros, and the other party was very clever, and the timing he seized was when Naiyali ran to the special area between dimensions.

Otherwise, Yelin would 100% call the beautiful girl over for two for one.

The Sword of Absolute Beginning shone with brilliant starlight, and the light rain of elements fell into the void, dense and sacred, vaguely forming a unique world.

Elements gather, matter is born, stars take shape, Wuxuan takes root, and flowers and plants grow in the void, followed by a round of scorching sun and a round of new moon, which are constantly changing alternately.

But the strange scene was only for a moment, Ye Lin raised his sword to face the sky and slashed violently, the lines of light spots on his blade seemed to come to life vividly, the bright sword light traversed the galaxy, and also circulated the breath of the beginning.

Wanting to prostitute his sword for free without giving him a penny, wishful thinking, he has always been the only one who prostitutes others without giving money, how can it be the other way around.

The Sword of Absolute Beginning collided with the Key of the Styx. The two weapons can be called the strongest weapons in the hands of the gods. They seem to have been smashed from the beginning of time to the present. They are in another sense that run through the long river of time. They are the soldiers of the beginning of time. .

"Ok?"

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered from the skull of the Moros sheep, and Yelin's sword was able to smash the key of the Styx. He was not surprised. After all, there is a strand of chaos intertwined, which may be the "source" that constitutes the water surface of nothingness, and it is the source of the endless world. "one".

But Yelin's body was also shining brightly, resisting the devastating shock wave when the weapon collided, and remained motionless, as if immortal.

"You are not a god, why don't you fear me?" Moros didn't understand and had doubts.

Although the horror attribute is ubiquitous, he doesn't know everything about Yelin. First, Yelin deliberately concealed it, and before he grew up, Naiyali also did similar things.

The power of the beginning—terror, originates from the beginning, and walks with life. As the source of terror in the universe, non-god life should not be able to raise the will to fight against him. Surrounded by indescribable horror, it is right to tremble.

There should be "fear" in any life, the ignorant and fearless will not live long.

"The unknown is the greatest fear. Now you are in front of me. Although you are a bit ugly, I can see your Styx key and touch your concrete body. To me, you are just a relatively strong It's just an opponent." Ye Lin is proud and unyielding, he has dealt with gods quite a few times, and gods have gradually lost their great divinity in his heart.

Of course, Naiyali definitely deserves the most credit.

"Is it……"

Moros held up the key of the Styx, he can't stay here for a long time, the power of chaos is tempting, it will be an unstable factor in the new world, but he can perceive that the noble and splendid element itself, somewhere in the universe, has already The concrete condensation is almost complete.

God, beyond rational cognition, seems to be the end of civilization, but the foundation of all civilization and rationality is still in the material world where life exists.

"The Power of Fear: The World of the Undead!"

The Key of Styx strikes again, but this time the target is not the night forest, but the vast starry sky.

The universe seems to have collapsed, cracked dense gaps, from which blood and tissue flow out like a waterfall, the rotten but not dead flesh and blood are covered with thousands of limbs and heads, countless pairs of eyes full of resentment stare at Ye Lin .

"This is one of the powers of terror. In the world of the undead, you will know the meaning of terror..."

Throughout the ages, the undead world has accommodated an unbelievable number of disrespectful people, each of whom is a sinful person. They constitute a part of the undead world, and their resentment is the strongest and worst curse in the world.

The image of Moros became majestic and tall, he covered the sun's rays, and dimmed the stars all over the sky.

Ye Lin, who was trapped in the undead world, frowned and looked painful, trying to close his eyes, but the visions of scenes one after another directly radiated into his thinking, and the closed eyelids could not stop the illusion of resentment.

Countless malicious souls who have passed the weight of the bone balance projected their past deeds into Yelin's heart sea one by one.

He seems to have shouldered the boundless sea of ​​sins for the entire undead world, and will fall into the endless hell and be tortured forever.

At the same time, in the center of the undead world, there is a huge cocoon-like body that is expanding and agitating, as if it is gestating something extremely terrifying.

Is there some kind of absolute existence, a terror that I can never overcome... Yes, it is an imaginary enemy in my mind.

For example, even if it is Kahn who has power and power, or the current Yelin, they can deliberately create an imaginary enemy in their minds, an imaginary enemy that cannot be defeated by all means.

Because it only exists in the mind, it is just a momentary thought, a deliberate thought, and does not exist in the real reality, so it is destined to be just a boring daydream.

No matter how powerful the imaginary enemy created in your mind is, it will dissipate invisible when your attention is diverted, weaker than a wisp of breeze.

However, the authority of Moros, the source of terror, has the ability to temporarily make this imaginary enemy real.

It will be conceived from the cocoon of the dead, and endless resentment will grow, and after it breaks out of the cocoon, it will be a "life" only for Yelin, because it was born from Yelin's thinking.

A deep black hand tore through the cocoon of the dead, and then arrived in front of Ye Lin in a flash, the black shadow raised his fist and blasted, black light gushed out.

puff~
Yelin flew upside down and coughed up blood, and subconsciously summoned Wuxuan's phantom. While repairing his injuries, the mighty Wuxuan's light surged like a sea, covering the terrifying black shadow.

But the monster born of fantasy is too terrifying. It violently tears Guanghai apart, and it is invulnerable. It beats him violently all the way, which is completely crushing.

Even in the face of Kahn and Chaos Beast, he has never been so miserable.

Yelin dealt with it hard, many bones were broken, Wuxuan's life force was desperate to turn around, and the strangeness of the terrifying power was indeed beyond his expectation.

In the end, the black shadow grabbed Ye Lin's neck, which was weak in breath, and slowly squeezed it tightly, trying to wring it off directly.

The immortal body tempered by the water of life showed faint signs of breaking.

"It comes from your heart, from the imaginary enemy you created yourself. In the heart of every life, there is a terrifying monster that can never be defeated, and I, the source of terror, can release it." Moros black as coal His hand wants to grab the sword of the beginning. Although He also came from the beginning, he does not have dual powers.

Chaos will be His second power and the noble front row ticket for the new world.

All of a sudden, His hand retracted like an electric shock, and a few fingers were cut off and dissipated. It was the attack of the sword glow.

The chaos engraved on the blade communicates and interweaves with the chaotic core of the beast, and the light is like a cosmic nebula, which seems to have given birth to a strange power.

Ye Lin, who was in a panic just now, became calm and unhurried in a blink of an eye, and even had time to stroke his hair.

The black shadow is still madly attacking him, tearing apart the stars, annihilating the black holes, and smashing down the galaxies one after another. These are all his imaginations for a while, and now he can't get close to a certain distance.

"It's my imagination, it's the invincible terror in my mind, but the unknown is the root ultimate terror, you've been known to me."

With Yelin's finger pointing, a layer of invisible field passed by, and the black shadow dissipated instantly... Blurring is the ability that the beast Chaos once displayed.

The imaginary enemy projected by the power of terror has an absolute limit, that is, its power cannot exceed the limit of the power in the beginning.

One of the abilities of the terror power was overbearingly deciphered by him, but the effect he had already shown was amazing enough. For Moros, he could almost pull out a demon in his heart as a helper at any time and anywhere, and it was at the level of primordial.

"Moros, you are anxious for my sword because the chaos inscribed on this sword is a completely unknown power to you, the source of terror, the horror of terror... well, it's a bit of a mouthful."

(End of this chapter)