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Chapter 92 Rest in Peace Tonight (Part [-])

"I'm only 15 years old this year, and I've already become a seventh-level superhuman. Isn't it very good?" Yiman was happy, and his steps were also fast.

"Cut!" If Yiman could see it, the Thousand-Mask Mirror Flower Demon would definitely give him a hard look: "Upgrading to the seventh level at the age of 15 is very fast among those who don't rely on soul power absorption. But don't be too happy too early. Although the growth path of space power users is extremely bumpy, the early development is very rapid. Those with promotion qualifications can generally reach the seventh level between the ages of 20 and 30. But almost It's over."

"Why?" Yiman was very puzzled: "Why did it end?"

"It's very simple. The eighth-level ability of the spatial power user, the hyperspace domain, is one of the strongest among all the eighth-level abilities. Even the ninth-level ability user dare not easily enter your domain. But At the same time, it is also the most difficult one to cultivate, because this ability requires an indispensable hard foundation, that is, the space that is confinement must be large enough, otherwise it will form a false domain. With your current cultivation speed, you can do nothing every day. Do it, use all your mental power to perform space confinement, and if you are lucky, you will be able to complete the hyperspace domain in about 70 years." The Thousand-Mask Mirror Flower Demon said a number seemingly casually.

"70 years? That means I can only reach the eighth level of ability in my 80s, and I can't do anything." Yiman suddenly felt that the future was bleak.

"Of course, do you think that eighth-level ability is so easy to cultivate? There are many talented supernatural beings who are very powerful at a young age, but they stop at the seventh-level ability all their lives. This is the reason."

He suddenly remembered the pseudo-domain cultivation method that Eileen Tina told him, so he asked for advice: "A girl told me that to control the confined space, use the power of mind control and gravity control ability to manipulate, the combination of the three Speaking of it, it’s just a pseudo-domain ability, and then it’s not difficult to cultivate the eighth-level ability.”

The Thousand-Mask Mirror Flower Demon was silent for a while and said: "This kind of shortcut is definitely not something that a little girl can come up with. It is a good way. But she must not have made it clear to you that the so-called eighth-level ability that is not difficult to cultivate must not be Hyperspace domain. You can choose one of mind control or gravity control to cultivate to the eighth level. Although the power cannot keep up with the hyperspace domain, it is still a relatively powerful ability."

It turned out to be like this. It seems that in the future, it is necessary to take other cultivation routes of supernatural abilities. Yiman asked with some reluctance: "Is there any shortcut to the cultivation in the hyperspace domain?"

"Yes." The Thousand-Mask Mirror Flower Demon smiled mysteriously and said, "The first way is to become a blood race. Don't say 70 years, even 700 years, it's just a snap of the fingers."

Yiman quickly waved his hands: "Is there any other way?"

"That depends on your luck. If you can find a stable space with the same frequency as your own soul, you can save 70 years of hard work. However, don't hold out too much hope, it's too slim."

Yiman sighed. It seems that his cultivation route can only be based on what Eileen Tina said, raising mind power control and gravity control to the seventh level, forming a pseudo-domain ability, and choosing one of the two to cultivate The eighth level, of course, is trying his luck to find a stable space with the same frequency as his own soul.

Right here, Yiman found an old flagpole with rags hanging on it, with the words "Foretelling" written on it.

Walking into the small hut with air leaks on all sides, I saw an old man with a white beard sitting in front of a wooden table that was almost falling apart.He didn't move at all, as if he had been sitting like that for a long time.His eyes were as dim as dead fish, and he was indeed blind.There is a fist-sized crystal ball on the table, covered with dust.

Yiman stepped forward and said the password: my grandma is your grandma, and my aunt is your aunt.The old man raised his right hand and pointed to the middle of the corner, then immediately put his hand back, still the same way.In the corner of the room, there was a dilapidated signboard, and the characters on it could still be read vaguely: Know the past, decide the future.There was a jar underneath. Yiman opened the jar, and it turned out to be a black space gem for storing valuables.The owner is dead, and it only needs to inject enough spiritual power to open it.

After confirming again and again, Yiman decided to leave, God knows how long the Red Paradise Club can delay the addicts, but when Yiman saw that the fortune-telling old man was very pitiful, he let out a long sigh.He took out a gold coin from his pocket and put it on the table.

Although he was teleported here naked, he still held the money bag in his hand.

"Thank you." The fortune-telling old man with the white beard quickly put away the gold coins, the speed can only be described as lightning and flint.Could it be that this old man with a white beard is actually a master pickpocket?Yiman couldn't help holding down the money bag in his arms, it was still hard.

"Young man, let's go with our condolences? Don't be sad. Everything is predestined." The white-bearded old man suddenly said such a sentence.

"What?" Yiman was a little puzzled. Could it be that he was referring to Jialina? Although she had been gone for more than half a year, every time she missed her, her heart still ached.

"Although she is very kind to you, she is a monster after all. Humans and monsters are not creatures of the same world. Although she died to save you, don't be sad. Even if she saves our people from a great harm." The white-bearded old man continued. If you talk to yourself.

"Who do you call a demon?" Yiman was a little annoyed.The nasty old man even called the lovely Galina a monster.

The old man with the white beard took out a rag from there and wiped the crystal ball.The crystal ball shone brightly, and it was Iman's image that appeared inside. Standing on the ridge, not far from the roof, was an addict who had turned into a black tiger, ready to pounce.

Isn't this, more than an hour ago, at my house?Iman in the crystal ball, the fissure rose on the palm of his right hand turned quickly, lowered his waist, and rushed towards the black tiger, but the tiger was faster and stronger.In the image, Yiman was about to die under the tiger's claws. The small mirror on his chest suddenly emitted a burst of white light, and a woman with jet-black wings appeared on her back. With just one finger, the black tiger turned into specks of dust.

A small golden lightning appeared in the sky, only about a finger long.The woman with pitch-black wings smiled at Yiman in the crystal ball, and under the little golden lightning, it turned into thousands of streamers.

Yiman's body was covered with cold sweat, and he had already guessed that the woman with the jet-black wings was the true appearance of the flower demon with thousands of mirrors.If you act according to your own nature and confront addicts, is this the end result?

"Mr.." Yiman also became polite: "This tragedy did not happen, because I ran away at that time."

"What, you ran away? It's impossible, this was planned by the river of fate, so the demon is not dead?" The old man with white beard suddenly stood up, pointed at Yiman and said, "Who the hell are you? How can you change the established arrangement of the River of Destiny? If that monster does not die, we Zimu people will suffer a great disaster, you, you devil? You killed your own people, do you know that?"

I'm not really a purple-eyed person, so what's the matter with me?Yiman thought.

The old man with the white beard seemed to want to hit someone, although Yiman was not afraid of him, but still stepped aside.The old man with the white beard grabbed the crystal ball and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the crystal ball.On the bright red crystal ball, the wind and cloud changed, showing an incomparably huge three-eyed magic frog, which was locked in the void by thick chains, and countless bats were flying around the magic frog.Beside the magic frog, the pyramid-shaped sky floated aside, looking so small.

"Killing my father the king will receive seven times the retribution, and whoever kills me Midgard will receive seventy-seven times the retribution."

That eternal voice seemed to be roaring from a demon god.It directly entered Yiman's mind, which contained great majesty, endless misery and sadness.The shock caused Yiman's eyes to turn red and his mouth and nose to bleed.

"You are bound in a cocoon, you are bound in a cocoon, the Sun and Moon family interfered too much in their fate, trying to change their fate against the sky. Despicable, shameless, just for the glory of two or three people, let 3000 million Zimu people go to the quagmire. You are not worthy of being Zimu The leader of the clan, you are not worthy." The white-bearded old man raised his head to the sky and roared, and blood flowed from his blind eyes.

Yiman staggered out of the hut, sat on the ground panting heavily, the blood in his mouth and nose had already stopped, and he was fine.It's just that he is still wondering, what is the connection between the huge three-eyed magic frog and the three-eyed magic frog that he transformed into a frog?Why did the old man with the white beard go crazy?Too many questions made him feel breathless.

"What happened just now?" In the mirror in his arms, the Thousand-Mask Mirror flower demon asked in it: "After you entered the small hut, I couldn't follow in. Who lives in the hut?"

Yiman put the small mirror in the palm of his hand, as if it was the most precious treasure, looked at the beautiful face inside and asked softly: "When I was on the roof of my house, if I confronted the addict head-on, would you save me? Is it?"

The Thousand-Mask Mirror Flower Demon giggled and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? If I help you, the temple will strike me with the divine light of destruction. If my real body is still there, I can still resist twice. Not now. You It is a short-lived race, but I have an immortal life, and it is not worth dying for you, not worth it."

"The divine light of destruction you mentioned is a small golden lightning?" Yiman asked.

"Hey! You all know this! Don't underestimate the golden lightning, but the power of faith of hundreds of millions of believers is combined, and the temple is reluctant to use it lightly."

Yiman stood up and said: "Mirror Flower Demon, I owe you something, and I will find a way to repay it when I have a chance in the future."

"Really!" The thousand-faced mirror flower demon in the mirror smiled: "You can't go back on your word!"

"Of course!" Yiman secretly made up his mind.

"Let's go, let's find the junkie and kill him." The Thousand-Mask Mirror Flower Demon cheered.

"I can't beat him." Yiman said ashamedly.

"Hee hee, the current drug addict. He is easier to deal with than a dog. You can see him about three miles from here. He has a drug addiction, and he is not as good as a rotten dog."

A paddy field rattled under the moonlight.The drug addict lying on the ridge of the field foamed at the mouth, his eyes protruded like goldfish, and his whole body trembled like sifting chaff, trying in vain to drink the water from the rice field.Yiman held a sharpened bamboo pole and pierced the addict's chest.

Drugs are really harmful!

Blood flowed out along the bamboo pole, Yiman was afraid that he would not die, so he pulled out the bamboo pole and it came again.This time, countless black particles gushed out from the wound, and Iman jumped back a long way.The black particles, only the size of a grain of rice, continuously devoured the flesh and blood of the addict, and the addict immediately turned into a white skeleton.The black rice grains seemed to be stained with the drugs in the blood of addicts, and they also became crazy, devouring each other.In the end, only a black egg the size of a quail is left.

Yiman put it away carefully.

The next day, the residents of Anxi City got up and worked as usual.I heard that the Red Heaven Guild Hall will be renovated, and it has been surrounded by curtains; at the same time, the public security headquarters has been repainted; the manor of the former public security governor has been demolished, and it is said that a castle will be built.

Why!These rich people.Tossing about indiscriminately, can we small people manage it?What to do, the Announcement of Rest and the Las Vegas New News published some gossip about noble families, nothing more than arresting rape and dividing family property and the like.Occasionally, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law have secret sex, which makes everyone laugh.

In the security headquarters, the newly appointed governor of security frowned, while the glamorous female secret art frequently winked at him, but he didn't understand.In front of him is the first problem after taking office, how should he write the security diary last night?He thought for a long time, and wrote on it with a pen: Rest in peace tonight.

(End of this chapter)