Everyone: Forge The Heavens And Build Barrett At The Beginning

"Go, go quickly!"

In the distance, Gan Xiaoyu and others who came with Lin Jing were frightened by the brilliant magic array and turned pale.

Walk!

It became their only thought at the moment.

I can't imagine what happened over there. The only thing I can see is that in the [Team Channel], I can see that Lin Jing's name has disappeared.

And there is a prompt: Teammate [Yueyuan] is dead.

"Ah~" Gan Xiaoyu looked horrified and paused.

After her call, the other two people also noticed the strange phenomenon. They saw a dazzling purple light in an extremely distant place, with a sharp and breathtaking aura, quickly approaching them in an attitude across the sky.

Suddenly, the three people's faces turned pale, and they already felt the danger of death before they even got close.

The shadow of death hangs over my heart.

Gan Xiaoyu's face was full of panic, and her mind was spinning rapidly, hoping to find a way to survive.

Suddenly!

She suddenly knelt down and knelt down desperately, begging for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never dare to do it again, please forgive me once..."

Gan Xiaoyu looked up at the sky pleadingly and "teared" it, revealing a piece of white greasy skin.

But what was reflected in her eyes was the scene of tearing the sky and filling the sky with golden clouds.

"Tian Xing!"

A cold voice came.

A meteorite covered the sky, reflecting half of the sky into gold. The dark world was as bright as day at this time.

A tall and proud figure and a pair of cold eyes became the last memories of Gan Xiaoyu and the others.

The magic array manifested itself, and a house-sized meteorite fell to the ground, completely submerging their figures.

The message notification sounds kept coming.

"You killed the player [Yueyuan]."

"You killed the player [Xiaoyu]."

"You killed the player [Xiao Mo]."

"You killed the player [Xiao Kun]."

Zhang Yi landed on the ground with an indifferent expression, coldly examining the three pieces of unrecognizable charcoal in the huge pit.

Zhang Yi felt a little weird for a moment after taking four lives in a ruthless attack.

But what followed was a wave of relief.

At this point, all the grudges that happened in the dormitory of Shanghai University came to an end.

At this time, Zhang Yi had time to check the system prompt just now.

"The player [Yueyuan] launches an attack on you, a fatal blow, and you are dead!"

"The time-based skill [Twilight Time] is activated, your current state returns to dusk time, and all damage is saved!"

Finished reading.

Zhang Yi shook his head and said secretly: "Originally, in the Blue Star Safe Zone, I couldn't take action. In case there are any rules and punishments, and you come here to seek death, I can only send you on your way."

As soon as he raised his hand, another meteorite fell, completely erasing the traces.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yi rose into the sky, purple light flew towards a certain direction.

…

Long after Zhang Yi left, the live broadcast room was still in an uproar.

With the relevant skills of a war reporter, even if his detailed information cannot be seen, the picture is transmitted to the letter.

That figure standing proudly waved his hand, and the sky collapsed and the earth shook. I don't know how many people were shocked.

"Damn it, he's so handsome and powerful. The color of the world changes with a wave of his hand. Is this the Master? I admit, I'm envious."

"Wake up, brother, that is definitely a hidden profession. Ordinary mages don't have such exaggerated magic power. It only takes a thought to cover the sky. It's outrageous."

"Yes, yes, it seems that his rank is not very high, and he has not learned [Eye of Truth], otherwise he would not need a large-scale skill to bomb out the assassin."

"No matter what, this is really strong. It seems like the spirit is infinite and the magic power is endless. Who can withstand this?"

"Woooooooo, I want to become a disciple. The figure of that mysterious man is so cool. In just a few seconds, meteorites fall from the sky."

The war reporter got up from the ground and stood there, staring blankly at the traces of purple light all over the ground, as if in a dream.

Parade in Heaven Street!

When the war correspondent thought of that voice, it was really apt. Wherever he passed, it was like walking through a sky street, leaving behind a scene that was not like the human world.

"Brother Zhang Yi~"

The sound of weak and sad sobs came from the side.

The war correspondent looked over and saw that the cute little goat was crying loudly, looking into the dark abyss with tears falling down his face.

hiss!

The war reporter took a deep breath, completely woke up from the shock of Tianyu just now, and clearly understood a problem.

Zhang Yi is dead?

Today's live broadcast will undoubtedly sweep the world at a terrifying speed.

The most popular and brilliant design genius in recent times died like this?

You know, there are countless people watching Zhang Yi's every move now.

As far as war reporters know, the Japanese side is seeking cooperation, hoping to open up permissions to jointly study this special magic pattern that can be used for ultra-long-range attacks.

According to his understanding, a very troublesome dungeon has appeared in the Japanese country. If it cannot be stopped and no solution is found, it is very likely to be completely swallowed by the dungeon world.

This is a matter of great concern. Everyone knows that there is a problem in the Japanese country, and they have repeatedly invited top designers to cooperate, but they cannot solve it.

The recent emergence of Zhang Yi, with his unprecedented design ideas and super special ultra-long-range attack magic patterns, gave Japan hope.

The Japanese country felt that the hope of solution might lie in the super genius of the Dragon Kingdom, so they did not hesitate to directly send the emperor's designer.

I just didn't expect that Zhang Yi would suddenly run into the dungeon, disrupting everyone's plans.

Even the American Weapons Forging Association is waiting for Zhang Yi to return to discuss the matter of joining in detail.

Now that Zhang Yi has been assassinated, what will happen next?

Thinking of this question, the war correspondent shuddered. At this moment when the whole world was paying attention, he knew with his toes that a huge earthquake would happen next.

Zhang Yi is dead, who will inherit his inheritance?

Zhang Yi's drawing authority is protected by the rules of heaven and earth. Anyone who uses it must sign a contract and cannot understand it in depth at all.

Now that Zhang Yi is dead, who can get the authority to his drawings?