Please ask the dream

Although Guan Shan Shancheng couldn't help but frown at Feng Xue's ability beyond intelligence at this time, he did not hesitate because he clearly knew how risky his action was.

Although Qingyun Sandai suffered heavy losses, he is still the strongest creator. If he wants to cross more than 300 kilometers to Wangjiang, it is probably only a matter of a few thoughts.

Even if someone helps to cover his affairs in the Utopia, the time he can buy is only three minutes. He must solve this problem within three minutes and complete the evacuation.

Fortunately, the military visionaries in Qinghe were dragged to the exercise. The visionaries in the field should not wade into this muddy water. As long as they can deal with this kid, they can return immediately!

With a certain thought in his mind, Guanshan Shancheng didn't do any more testing. He used all his strength from the beginning, and the flamboyant G·I force field was evenly distributed in the ideal country. As his eyes focused, a short syllable came out of his mouth——

"broken!"

A strong tearing sensation acted on Feng Xue's body, but he just showed an uncomfortable smile.

There was no way, even though he was fighting, Feng Xue had to admit that now was the most relaxing moment since he time traveled!

Compared with fighting with real swords and guns, the feeling of being exposed to sight all the time is indescribable to the psychological pressure. Now the utopia opened by the opponent has entangled him with this feeling for more than ten years. His vision was completely blocked, and the sense of freedom that came from being out of the cage made him want to play for a while longer.

But after all, he also understood that this situation would definitely arouse the vigilance of the monitors. If it really took too long, it might lead to unnecessary associations and even cause trouble for the old man at home.

so……

"Click!"

Guan Shan Shancheng, who had already constructed a picture of the boy being torn apart in front of him, changed his expression, but at this moment, his invincible skill of torturing vegetables was like a mud in the sea.

The moment he realized that this boy might not be able to solve it easily, he immediately switched his fighting style. With a flick of his fingertips, a card flashed before his eyes. The abstract pattern turned into a precise one under his unique thinking structure. Hint, the next moment, a dark sickle floated beside him.

"cut!"

The ominous blade slashed across, too fast to be caught with the naked eye, but Feng Xue's speed was faster than the blade. The cloak formed by the power of the King in Yellow flicked away all the sharpness of the sickle. , taking this opportunity, Feng Xue slid sideways, held the handle of the sickle with one hand, and flipped it back.

Seeing this situation, Guan Shan Shancheng was about to sneer. This structure was no ordinary weapon, and there was no possibility of backlash at all. However, when the sickle did not explode as he thought, but instead chopped down all the way towards him. A moment later, he was horrified to discover that his exclusive G·I particles were out of control!

"shield……"

He was only halfway through speaking, and the outline of the pattern in his mind had just been outlined. The sickle was cut off first, and the intense pain that obviously exceeded the body's functions instantly broke through the brain's protection. At that moment when he was about to faint. , but Feng Xue stretched out her hand and pinched his head. All the power of the Yellow King was activated, and the G·I particles turned into tentacles, forming direct pathways with Guan Shan Shancheng's brain.

In the past fifteen years, although this form has not really been developed, Feng Xue has never stopped developing the Yellow King's abilities.

Through the "dialogue", Feng Xue learned that the King in Yellow, or the incarnation and part of the ability sealed in his body, is mainly manifested in three aspects -

1. A strong sense of oppression.

2. Excellent artistic talent.

3. Terrifying erosion ability.

His artistic talent allows him to learn everything very quickly, and his strong sense of oppression can make people feel strong as long as they are unfolded. Putting these two abilities in other systems may just be used to show off, but in this world, Can actually become a force.

Even based on the two, he imitated the comics he had read in his previous life and developed a combat system similar to the "reiatsu" of the God of Death, and this is also the fighting style he displays in his daily life.

As for corrosiveness, Feng Xue usually only used it to increase the perception of other people's superficial thoughts, but no matter how careful Feng Xue used it, he could not change its vicious nature.

A string of information was extracted from Guanshan Shancheng's brain. Generally speaking, such direct reading of thoughts would be difficult to decipher due to different thinking logic. However, the utopia opened at this time is originally the architect's way of thinking. It turns out that by eroding this utopia, Feng Xue can decipher the parts of it that are not highly encrypted. (Note ①)

"It's pretty much what I thought, using evil forces to disrupt the local order, increase the cost of survival, and form a vicious circle... But the purpose is to snipe the fourth generation creator? By the way, the third generation creator is not dead yet. Why are you starting to consider sniping the fourth generation? And why can you attack the Creator by suppressing national power? If it is possible, can Hongying’s economy really support the Creator?”

Feng Xue frowned, always feeling that he might be missing some important information. But the waste in front of him obviously had no content to extract from his mind.

After calculating the time, Feng Xue calmed down his emotions again. The yellow clothes on his body slowly returned to the regular G·I force field, and the G·I particles that penetrated Guanshan Shancheng's brain also transformed into commands again. Architectural gesture.

Throwing aside the half-dead visionary who was still half-breathed, Feng Xue's mind moved, and his aura changed. He held a baton in his hand, and as he waved it gently, an exciting melody arose.

In the impact of the sound waves, notes turned into knights, riding white horses to charge at the ideal country, trampling and crushing everything that blocked them.

With the force of his arms, the white horse cavalry twisted into a long spear and slammed hard on the outer wall of the ideal country.

Feng Xue also let go of his control over the ideal country at the right time at this moment. As the world shattered, Feng Xue returned to the box of the nightclub.

At this time, it was only thirty-three seconds before the war started, and the melody on his fingertips had just passed the prelude.

"Boring." Feeling the attention refocused on him, Feng Xue immediately found that there seemed to be two less sights from the beginning.

"They should have called someone directly. Besides, these scattered G·I particles... react very quickly!"

Feng Xue confirmed that there was no more sight, then calmly sat on the sofa in the private room, set up a virtual machine, and dialed the number above--

As the busy tone was connected, Feng Xue interrupted directly without paying attention to the opening remarks on the other side:

"Yuedu Nightclub, Big Fish, Dreamer, hurry up and clean the floor!"

"Please send the funds you need to apply... Wait? What is that? Don't be impulsive, the large force will be here soon! Don't be anxious, just keep an eye on it!"

Listening to the anxious but deliberately low voice in the communication, Feng Xue raised the corner of his mouth and added--

"Remember to bring an ambulance!"

"Click!"