All Worlds Invitation

"Zheng!!!"

The light on the three-pointed two-edged knife burst out, like the Cang Yue falling from the sky at the beginning of the month, and the cold murderous aura rushed out of it.

The void was constantly trembling, and wherever Cang Yue passed, black cracks were left behind.

Dazzling mana rays shot out, and the ground trembled. Both the tentacled octopus monster and the meat ball disappeared immediately, and all the strange-shaped creatures were also wiped out, not even ash left.

When Ma Xiaoling and the others put down their covered ears, a sudden change occurred, and more black gas rushed out of the black hole at a faster speed. These black gases were like flames, entangled in the air and slowly That turned the air black too.

"How is this possible?" Yang Jian waited for the scene in front of him, was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted instantly.

I saw his temperament suddenly changed instantly, like a god of war, with an extra self-respecting attitude.

Dots of golden light flew out of him, merged into Yang Jian's body continuously, and appeared on his forehead again.

The divine light circulated, and a faint rune appeared on his forehead, and the runes gathered together and turned into a vertical sky eye, and the golden light burst out, heading straight for the bull fight.

This time, all the black breath irradiated by the golden light turned into nothingness, and there was no possibility of regeneration at all. Then he raised his head again and looked at the space black holes in the sky that were still gushing out black gas...

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Chapter 330 Mass Production of Collapsing Jade

() Because Yang Jian felt it, there was a feeling that could threaten him...

Crazy, cold, twisted, and ominous...

This feeling is very annoying, just like in a dark night atmosphere where you can't see your fingers, your eyes are secretly staring at you. No matter how close you are, you can't feel its existence.

It's obviously evil, but it doesn't seem to have any feelings. In short, it's disgusting.

After a while, to everyone's surprise, all the wormholes did not expand this time, but slowly gathered together, and finally turned into a circular channel with a diameter of less than one meter.

Under the passage, there are hundreds of millions of radiant spheres that are constantly reorganizing and splitting. One has thick lips, is covered with large pores, has light yellow skin, a head of rough curly hair, and that slender, weird goat-like body. The man with the wide ears slowly fell down from the passage, and then he slowly crawled towards Zhang Ying and the others.

As for what to say about climbing?

Because his lower body has a thick tail and countless tentacles, it looks extremely weird.

"Under Wilbur Whateley, we Protoss have taken a fancy to this world. Are you stretching your hands a little too far?" Wilbur Whateley first looked at it with his beast-like face. After leaving Ma Xiaoling alone, she showed a disdainful expression.

When he turned his head to Yang Jian again, he continued to look cautious. As for Zhang Ying, Wilbur Whateley looked puzzled. He didn't understand why the man in front of him had no breath at all, and it made everyone uncomfortable. Carelessly pay attention to him, and then be attracted to him.

As the Cthulhu Protoss, the son of Yog Sothoth, he has absolutely arrogant capital.

Because his father is also called "the key of the door" or "the one who is all things in one life and all things are one", in the system constructed by August William Dress for the myth of Cthulhu, Yog Sothoth is One of the existences that symbolizes "earth" among the old days.

He resides outside the space-time continuum, which is not generally believed to exist in this universe and this dimension, nor bound by time and space.

No matter in any plane, time and space are the strongest laws, and this matter is self-evident.

In addition, he has more than half of his father's blood, so he has the capital to fight for his father.

But the guys in front of him didn't seem very simple, so he patiently asked them.

Cthulhu Protoss?

Yang Jian and Ma Xiaoling didn't feel anything, but Zhang Ying's face was getting worse and worse.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that such a force stood behind the Hell Cinema.

Then, hell apartment or some other plane...

This is captivity, allowing human beings to play various life and death games invisible in their plane.

But I can hardly get any strengthening, even if I get strengthened, it is within their range.

Watching the prey being feared, desperate, and betrayed, all kinds of negative emotions are constantly pouring out.

And they're enjoying the feast of the carnival, and...enhancement.

But just as Wilbur Whateley was waiting for the few people in front of him to reply, there were waves in the void, and the fog centered on Wilbur Whateley was rapidly fading by itself.

Wilbur Whateley suddenly felt that everything around him began to change, the fog dissipated, and flower petals continued to fall from the sky.

And he was already outside the Temple of Cthulhu, and his father Yog Sothos was looking at him expressionlessly.

"Yug Sothoth, you have messed up our captive world." The horns on the father's dark face were burning with black flames, and some painful souls were constantly struggling on the slender nails.

"boom!!!"

With a gentle grip of the father's palm, the burning pain of those souls ended.

"Oh! My dear father, I didn't mess with it, and everything is under control." Wilbur Whateley smiled, looked at this father he had always been jealous of, and said back without hesitation.

It seemed that this was the first time he was treated like this by his own son. Yog Sothoth was taken aback for a moment, and was about to reprimand him, but in the next moment, his body froze.

He felt a cold and ominous atmosphere, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and in the depths of the cliff, countless tentacles were spreading, entangled it, and wanted to drag it into hell.

"Wilbur Whateley, are you going to attack your great father?" Yog Sothoth shouted angrily, and the surrounding space began to shatter.

Wilbur Whateley didn't care at all when he saw his father being so angry, he laughed fiercely: "It's a very interesting ability, to dare to confuse the Cthulhu Protoss, but you are wrong about one thing, my Father will never show his strength in front of anyone, he is the most ordinary creature at any time, and this kind of him is the scariest thing about him."

When Yog Sothoth heard Wilbur Whateley's words, his pupils shrank. Although his face was calm, his breathing began to become rapid. He felt that his back was getting soaked.

He wanted to struggle, but every time he struggled, there was a feeling that his soul and body would be broken, and then a series of spells were uttered from his mouth.