I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 233 God's power is like a prison! (4000 words)
Looking at the vermilion hem, under the backlog of stagnation in his heart, the short man raised his breath out of nowhere, supporting his gaze upwards.

Even if he died, he would have to see the face of this despicable sixth boy before he died!
"Wait, I can't see his face clearly?"

He stared at his bloodshot eyes so hard that they seemed to protrude.

At this moment, it was as if a thunderbolt hit my mind.

Not long ago in the county government office, when he was running away in embarrassment, he occasionally looked back and took a look.

It is this kind of indistinct, familiar hazy feeling!
"The guy who sneaked up on me was the one walking under the sky at that time?!"

Realizing this, he gritted his teeth with anger.

If he had known this earlier, how could he have swaggered and exposed himself, admiring Yin Shanbo's confrontation with the enemy.

hateful!

Walking around in the world these few days, how can they be so sloppy, playing tactics in four against one, and playing sneak attacks that are not visible?

Can I show some face?

If he can do it all over again and give him another chance, he will definitely rewrite the ending and win beautifully!
He is not reconciled, if he does one more vote, the strength of will can reach 17 points with the rewards issued by the above, and he actually capsized in the gutter, and fell into the hands of a few people with a strength of willpower of only 15 points...

As the little man's vitality dissipated, in a hidden cave on the outskirts of Yinshan City, the black-robed figure sitting cross-legged on the big bluestone suddenly raised his face.

The half of the face exposed under the hood, I'm afraid it would be difficult for anyone to equate it with the face.

It was as if the skin had been peeled off alive, and the bloodshot and dry facial muscles twitched unconsciously according to the changes in his expression.

Withered claw-like five fingers protruded from the sleeve robe, and the quaint bronze ring on the index finger split into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"That guy from Jiaozuo, is he dead?"

He frowned slightly.

Although he and the other party have not met a few times, they can be regarded as colleagues who worked together. Now that the other party is dead, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of cold lips and teeth, and a feeling of sadness when the rabbit dies and the fox dies.

"The greatest value of the ring given above is that it can simultaneously record the wearer's deepest emotions before death."

You can get first-hand information by knowing the strongest emotions of your colleagues before they die.

Staring at the broken ring on the ground, within two seconds, a line of information materialized in his mind.

[I am not reconciled to being attacked by the world walking, capsized in the gutter...]

sneak attack?

Capsized in the gutter?
Meaning that he fell into the hands of someone weaker than him?

What a fool!
He, faceless, disdains.

Well, it's not sad, he doesn't empathize with people with low IQ.

"Next, report the news of Jiao Zuo's death, and let the higher-ups decide how to deal with it later."

After thinking about it, he took out a horrific puppet from under the black robe.

……

Yinshanbo Mansion.

After the death of the little man, the atrium, which was turbulent by the strong wind, suddenly became quiet.

The fierce battle came to an abrupt end, and Yin Shanbo froze in place abruptly as if his machine had stopped.

Even though Ah Da held the mighty stick in his hand and blew on him twice in succession, until his skin was torn apart, he still didn't respond.

"What's the situation?
Could it be related to the master who manipulated him? "

Fang Qingran was puzzled, but he quickly gave Ada an order.

Hit to death!
Regardless of the reason, the Lingxu that became the equipment is the good Lingxu in his mind.

Accepting the order, Ah Da turned the iron and wooden shield on his back, raised the killing stick high, and the muscles in his arms agitated.

With a sharp whistling, the long stick smashed straight at the Tianling Gai.

Ten inches, nine inches, eight inches...

The body of the stick was getting closer and closer to Yin Shanbo's Tianling Gai, and suddenly stopped within half an inch of the distance.

Ah Da's arms strengthened, and he wanted to press down to cross this half an inch, but it was difficult to make an inch.

Regarding the scene before his eyes, his expression didn't change at all.

Ah Da didn't know the reason for this, nor did he care about the reason, but he always had only one thought in his mind, and that was - to complete the order Fang Qingran gave him.

"Drink!"

Squeezing out a roar from his throat, a few mysterious fluctuations faintly flowed from the killing power stick, and he activated the special effect of the weapon without hesitation.

A stick of flowers blooms!

With this stick, what blooms is not flowers, but flowers of flesh and blood!
however……

A sigh echoed in the atrium.

Fang Qingran could hear clearly, the soft sigh came from the mouth of Yin Shanbo, who was actually a corpse.

At this moment, Yin Shanbo's gloomy pupils seemed to glow with a glimmer of light.

pat.

A lump of dark matter came off the back of his head.

The object fell to the ground and instantly turned into floating ash.

"What year is tonight?"

As he groaned softly, the killing power stick in Ah Da's hand broke inch by inch, and he flew upside down without any resistance, scattered the thick fog, and embedded itself into the wall.

At the same time, the news of Ah Da's death appeared in Fang Qingran's mind.

Refresh again, need to wait an hour.

"Kill Ah Da with a will strength of 15 in one hit?!"

Fang Qingran was shocked.

Couldn't this Yin Shanbo be regarded as a summoned object?
The master who created him knelt down, and it didn't matter if he didn't disappear in place, what could happen if he exploded?
He asked himself, even if he is in a full state, he may not be able to be so smooth in seconds.

The main problem was that he didn't see how Ah Da was defeated at all.

If the movement was so fast that even he didn't see it clearly, then the gap between the two is really immeasurable.

However, Fang's mentality is relatively stable.

Having the talent of the immortal soul means that even if he dies, he can be resurrected and come back, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Yin Shanbo stood with his hands behind his back, the brick floor under his feet was sunken inch by inch, and the cracked lines radiated from him as the center.

If Fang Qingran had an item to check the strength of his willpower at this time, he would probably see the number soaring every minute.

willpower 18;

willpower 19;

willpower 55;

willpower 91;
……

Hunting in the python robe, an incomparably terrifying aura escaped from Yin Shanbo's body.

Even if he didn't make any movements, Fang Qingran felt that the spiritual body of will that he had constructed was like a flat boat tossing in the ebb and flow of the tide, and there was a risk of capsizing at any time.

The Ah Er he summoned was worse than him, and his will and spirit fluctuated violently. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he was on the verge of collapse.

"Is this how I'm going to confess my first time?"

He wanted to stand firm, but the unsteady waves and the rising tide pushed his feet to plow two long marks on the ground.

Suddenly, Yin Shanbo's calm voice reached Fang Qingran's ears.

Under his incomparably violent aura, his voice was exceptionally gentle and contrasted sharply.

"Little friend, you are the only one with combat power here.

But you alone can't stop me from going berserk. "

A look of worry appeared on his kind face.

Realizing that Uncle Yin Shan in front of him was communicating with him, Fang Qingran couldn't help but stare blankly.

"Ramp away? What do you mean?"

He couldn't help asking loudly against the violent fluctuations.

"I don't know what kind of method I used to find my remnant soul left in the world..."

Yin Shanbo whispered to himself and shook his head.

Hearing the young man's inquiry, his eyes turned slightly, and he laughed dumbly:
"Little friend, do you think it's strange that I seem to see a bit of the shadow of His Majesty in the past from your face.

But what is gone is gone after all, and there will never be two identical flowers in the world. "

"His Majesty?"

Without waiting for Fang Qingran to think about it, he didn't go any further on this topic, and explained the term berserk:

"I have a limited amount of time to be conscious, so to make a long story short.

From what I see now, I, Dayuan Yinshanbo, should be a dead person, a corpse.

However, now I am revived by someone in a state of spiritual deficiency.

It is actually not very accurate to say that it is recovery, but it is roughly the same, as long as you can understand the meaning of my words.

It's ridiculous to say that, although I was the former owner of this body, at the moment, I can at best be regarded as a prisoner imprisoned in the cage of the body.

Not being able to control the behavior of my body, not being able to decide to do anything, I just watched everything happen, whether I wanted it or not. "

His eyes signaled to the little man who was dying with regret:
"Well, speaking of it, I have to thank you, little friend. If you hadn't killed him, causing the props that closed my consciousness to fail, I wouldn't have had the chance to break free for a while.

It's a pity that even if you break free, it's only temporary. "

His voice gradually became lower and lower:
"Wait, my runaway instinct will take over this body again. It is the instinct born after I transformed into a spirit void, so I think you should know what will happen.

Originally, the prop that sealed my consciousness would also seal my spiritual instinct, turning me into a good tool that can only obey orders..."

"But because I killed him and the props failed, that instinct will now be released like you, senior?"

Fang Qingran took over the conversation.

"You got it right!"

Yin Shanbo nodded slightly:
"Therefore, do everything you can to escape!
Find the strong ones who can defeat me among human beings today, and let them defeat and kill me! "

His tone is very hasty:

"Quick, if you don't hurry up, it will be too late!"

Fang Qingran heard that, if he didn't waste time, he would turn around and run away.

Being able to be resurrected is one thing, but if he can not die, he personally prefers not to die.

He has a natural fear and awe of death, which is also one of his original intentions to become stronger.

The water speeds up!
Fang Qingran used special effects without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, even with the acceleration of the flowing water, he only had time to turn around halfway before Yin Shanbo's regretful voice resounded.

"Little friend, it seems...it's too late."

The spiritual luster shining in the pupils gradually turned into a touch of tyranny, 'Yin Shanbo' stomped on the ground, and under one foot, the entire mansion collapsed into ruins.

With the help of this jumping force, he caught up with Fang Qingran almost in the blink of an eye.

There was a sinister smile on the corner of its lips, and it stretched out its palm and grabbed it.

To replenish blood and restore strength, let's start with this little chick in front of me.

Ah Er saw that the summoner was in trouble, even though he was so overwhelmed by the momentum that he couldn't stand up straight, he did not care about the bleeding from his seven orifices, and tried desperately to rush to support.

It's useless, the short distance between him and Fang Qingran is like a moat at this moment.

Staring at the grasped palm, Fang Qingran only felt breathing, heartbeat, and everything around her ears was gone.

He had never been so close to death.

Does he want to die?

The answer is naturally no.

At this moment, he was full of thoughts, only thinking about how he should struggle to survive.

He wanted to raise his hand to meet the enemy, he wanted to take out all the available willpower equipment from his sleeves and fight for his life, however, the speed at which the opponent's palm reached out seemed to be a few points faster than the speed his brain gave to his body.

The scarlet robe symbolizing power and nobility fluttered up and down. He stared at the attacking palm and Yin Shanbo who was possessed by the instinct of the spirit:
"Get out of here!"

After the words fell, he came up with an idea in disbelief:
"I actually have time to drink a whole sentence?"

He put all his attention on Yin Shanbo, and he didn't realize at all that the talent with a question mark on the will panel [Shenwei Ruyu] was flashing faintly at this moment.

The moment the words came out, the angle of view increased infinitely, Fang Qingran only felt that he could no longer control his body, as if he had become an outsider who was silently paying attention.

He clearly saw an inexplicable fluctuation emanating from the true soul and blood.

It is difficult to find a word to summarize and describe it, it is noble, it is aloof, it is like a god overlooking the world.

What followed was a Qingyue dragon chant.

The embroidered 鸂鶒 on Qipin County Magistrate's robe seemed to come to life, and it transformed into an illusory five-clawed golden dragon as it flapped its wings, swimming around.

"Dragon energy body protection, automatically activated?
Didn't Dayuan all perish? "

Fang Qingran was dazzled by the scenes that happened in front of him.

The majestic divine light soared up to the sky, and the shadow of the emperor whose face could not be seen clearly was looming. His snow-white and green five fingers held up the lights of thousands of families.

The river outside Yinshan Island was turbulent, and there were many waves. In the sky, the figure shrouded in immeasurable light looked up at the sky as if he had sensed something.

In another vast ancient tomb, there seemed to be the sound of the coffin lid shaking.

Shila-

Uncle Yin Shan's outstretched palm scratched the body of the dragon's aura, making ear-piercing sounds.

When it was puzzled, the vulnerable little chicken in front of it burst out a divine brilliance that made its body scream and tremble instinctively.

Amidst the miserable howl, it flew out without any resistance, like a deflated balloon, and its momentum began to plummet.

willpower 99;

willpower 50;

willpower 18;

Willpower 17.

I don't know how long time has passed.

Fang Qingran finally regained control of herself.

The emperor's shadow was disillusioned, the dragon's aura dissipated, and the divine light fell silent.

It seems like everything has changed, and it seems like nothing has changed.

"Senior Yin Shanbo, the incomparably powerful aura seems to have disappeared?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked back at the figure who had fallen outside the ruins of the mansion, barely struggling and trying to stand up, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised a slight arc.

Walking on the ruins of the mansion, Fang Qingran walked towards him, and a red lantern appeared in his palm.

"Senior Uncle Yin Shan, I will let you rest in peace."

Making a promise to the opposite figure, he threw the lantern in his hand.

The fire is burning.

(End of this chapter)