I Am Really Saiyan

"chi chi chi!"

The ground under Bruce's feet kept giving out warnings, but it didn't crack, just like the tenacious Cockroach classmate.

It’s just that if you look at it from a long distance, you’ll find that Bruce’s feet continue to have gusts of wind and ripples spreading all around rapidly. Although the thick legs are tight to the extreme, they still can’t avoid the gradual bending.

Zalama's eyes lit up and looked at Bruce jokingly at the struggle under the dragon claw.

For some reason, he suddenly had the pleasure of falling in love with this ravaged weakling, perhaps because he had been trapped in this inaccessible virtual dragon world for too long. After all, even the ancient god, without a companion Under the circumstances, it will really go crazy after a long time.

"Chich!"

Zalama increased the strength of dragon claw. Because he actually felt a force that was countering him, and gradually lifted the dragon claw.

Although the spirit of resistance is commendable, it is necessary for Zalama to let Bruce understand what a gap is.

"bang!"

A muffled thunder sounded, and Zalama forcefully squeezed Bruce directly, and then put away the dragon claw, revealing Bruce who was low and thin like a piece of paper.

Although he was slapped, the expected meat sauce did not happen, and the body was compressed several times like a shadow puppet.

"Hahaha!"

Zalama grinned wildly and stretched out two dragon claws to pinch Bruce who was photographed into pieces of paper, but Bruce was glaring at him with wide-eyed eyes , Although his body was squashed, his eyes were surprisingly able to rotate.

"Didn't expect yourself to be alive, this is the effect of the soul. You who are left with only the soul, even if you are hit by thousands of energy blasts and blown up, you will finally Can recover."

As Zalama explained, Bruce's squashed body was like a balloon that was blown into the air, slowly bulging.

It is true that as Zalama said, Bruce did not feel any other discomfort except for some slow physical activity.

It is also an alternative immortality.

"Then I am still really wondering, what do you want to do to turn me into this state?"

He smashed Zalama's claws away from in Midair landed. At the moment he landed, he did not choose to attack. First, he knew the gap between himself and Zalama. Second, since he couldn't die, doing this kind of thing seemed meaningless.

"It's okay to tell you."

Zalama's two dragon claws make a chest like a human. Bruce in this state obviously can't escape, and he is confident. Let stop any force to take Bruce away.

But he is not the god here, because in fact he can't leave here.

There is an inexplicable shackle in this space that locks him up. Even if he leaves, he is only separated from a part of the power to add consciousness, so as to achieve the purpose of leaving here.

This is the case at the Dragon Altar.

"This is a closed field of souls. Although we can't kill each other, this space can do it."

"What do you mean?"

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Zalama looked at Bruce, still with that playful smile on his face.

"It means literally. Bruce, are you really naive to think that you can't die if you are in a state of soul?"

"Isn't it?" Bruce asked rhetorically.

But he soon realized that something was wrong, because he realized that his power seemed to be fading. Although the speed of fading was so scarce and negligible, Bruce had been doing power control for this period of time. I'll catch it soon.

"It seems that you have found it."

Zalama noticed Bruce's sudden change of expression, and jié jié jié laughed a few times.

"It’s not wrong, this space can "eat people". Existence is not the only thing. Any creature can't survive for too long without its physical body. Although this space only exists in the soul, it But it is an out-and-out vampire. As time increases, it will gradually extract your soul strength until the moment when your soul is completely dissipated."

"Of course, when your soul is completely dissipated From that moment on, your outside soul will also turn into fly ash." Zalama added "kindly".

It's just that Zalama discovered that Bruce was not as crazy as he expected, showing the expression that a desperate person should have.

"Aren't you afraid?" He couldn't help asking.

Bruce looked at Zalama calmly, said with a sneer: "What is there to be afraid of."

"Brat, I know you want to put garlic in front of me, but You should know that this is not meaningless, you are going to completely disappear from this universe, and it is the kind that even Hell can't entertain, just like being erased by someone, completely annihilated."

"So what." Bruce looked at Zalama's eyes calmly.

"Saiyan Monkey!" Zalama furious, yelling at Bruce, "Don't show you the way you see through everything in front of me. I've seen this kind of disgusting expression a long time ago. Believe oneself infallible like you who thinks that you are not afraid of death, after truly experiencing the pain of death, how ugly the expression is."

"People like you. ...."

"A person like you...!"

"Actually, you are talking about yourself." Bruce suddenly said.

Zalama was stunned, completely didn't expect Bruce to say such a thing.

"If you can tell that feeling in such detail, you must have had a similar experience before. Waiting for death in despair, a person silently endures the loneliness all year round." Bruce The corners of the mouth on the calm face slowly twitched.

"Don't talk nonsense in front of me." Zalama barked and denied, the dragon claw moved towards Bruce again and stuffed it down.

After the full strength was lifted, Bruce's paper-like figure slowly floated up.

"Are I talking nonsense? I think you know better than anyone else."

Bruce, who was photographed into a piece of paper, did not affect his voice in the slightest, or that is, the present Bruce made a sound simply without relying on his mouth, after all, he is now a soul...

not an entity.

"Dragon God ....Zalama ........hehe .......Perhaps you think that you are such aloof and remote, not a world, but in my opinion Come, you are just a complete loser."

"A poor worm who lost the ancient struggle, the physical body was stripped from the soul, and was finally imprisoned in this space and waited silently for death."

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"Sad, sad..."

Bruce turned his language into Vulcan Gatling and shot Zalama frantically.

"You TMD shut up for laozi!" Zalama finally yelled out of nowhere.

"A weak creature like you...!"

"A humble ant like you...! It can be pinched to death easily The ant, how can we understand our noble." Zalama was in extreme anger and collapse, "Little TM believes oneself infallible in front of me, like you, an ant-like guy, I can make it at will."

"It seems to be flying into a rage out of humiliation." Bruce was not afraid, and continued to shoot. "Now you, who will be furious like our human, are you eligible for aloof and remote to judge us? "

"It's so sad, Zalama."

"Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce!" Zalama was so angry that his dragon eyes almost burst out flames.

"I'm here." Bruce reached out his fingers and took out his earwax, and said faintly, "There is no need to repeat my name so many times. You are so ugly."

"That great...noble...and Zalama like a Creator..." Bruce grinned. He whispered his mouth.

"Shut up to me! Shut up to me!" Zalama yelled hysterically, "You act recklessly crap, that damn ant, how can you know my greatness, how small are you like a drop of water? Maybe you know the vastness of rivers!"

"Yes, yes, humble, small. Of course I don’t know your vastness like a river." Bruce is still in his unsalty and undiminished tone, "Then May I ask such a great you, why are you being locked up here with the tiny me now, quietly waiting for the moment of death to come?"

"You guys, you guys! I don’t I should hold you here, fight for the danger discovered by the Grand Minister guy to banish you into the deepest part of the universe, be cut back and forth by the ice-cold wind all day long, and finally turn into sand."

"Heh...can you do it?"

Bruce looked at Zalama with contempt.

"The guy who was beaten to death with my fist as a long worm, even thinking of throwing me into the deepest part of the universe, is really ridiculous, Zalama, brat like you who is afraid of death, Even if you have this idea in your heart, I am afraid that I am afraid to implement it."

Bruce ridiculed mercilessly.

"It's really sad."