Chapter 429

Su Jin will never forget the figure, or even the guy's voice. In front of him is a red nosed clown, or the embodiment of hell manual.

The clown bowed to Su Jin, with a crazy smile on his face. The voice that was enough to drive ordinary people crazy came and said to Su Jin, "Hello, rebel! Goodbye, rebel!"

As soon as the clown's voice fell, his huge fist hit Su Jin. Su Jin wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't move at all. His heart moved. He guessed that this was the embodiment of the hell manual. He might be able to use all his psionics, but there are many psionics that can fix his body. It's not difficult to fix him.

"Open!" Su Jin shouts angrily. If she wants to fight against the incarnation of hell manual, the power within the hell manual system can't be used, and the power of fantasy is naturally Su Jin's only choice.

The power of fantasy filled Su Jin's body. He immediately recovered his action power and escaped from the clown's fist without hitting Su Jin. The clown's fist still broke a piece of space in the void. His physical power was strong enough to break the barrier of space at will.

"Resistance is meaningless. You will die eventually!" A disgusting smile hung on the clown's face. He turned into a light and shadow and rushed to Su Jin. The light emitted by various psionic powers shrouded Su Jin and left him no way to escape.

"Death is life, but not has the final say!" Su Jin waved the seven color brilliance and directly broke the overlapping psionic powers. Starting with the bone removal knife, Su Jin waved it and directly cut off the clown's head.

"It's no use. I'm immortal anywhere in the universe." The clown's head turned in the void, forming a powerful cosmic storm, involving everything around.

Meteorites, asteroids, big planets, and even light are involved in the storm. Su Jin can't be alone. The powerful force generated by the storm directly pulls him into it. This is not a psychic power, but the simplest cosmic law, a simple force, crushing everything.

Su Jin only felt that her body was crushed. Every drop of blood, every inch of muscle and every strand of meridians, he had no ability to resist. Even the power of fantasy could not get him out of trouble.

Poof poof!

Su Jin's body was completely broken and didn't even leave a drop of blood. Some powerful hosts can regenerate by dropping blood, such as Durand. If you don't even leave a drop of blood, even Durand can only die obediently.

Su Jin's body died in a real sense, but his soul is still there. The spiritual strength that was once nurtured by endless spiritual strength is far more tenacious than steel and anything in the world.

"The physical body is determined. Next, the spirit is destroyed!" The clown clapped his hands with a smile, as if he had done a great thing. In fact, it was true. He killed the only rebel who could escape his lock, but it was not complete enough.

In the storm, Su Jin's spirit is like a sampan in the sea, which may be completely destroyed at any time. He can feel that the clown is locking him. He wants to completely destroy himself, not only the body, but also the spirit and soul!

"This is destruction and detachment!" Su Jin's spirit condensed into a body, each ray of which glittered with dazzling silver brilliance. Without the influence of any physical laws, Su Jin walked out of the storm.

"Just right!" The clown clapped his hands, and in his hand was a spear flashing with terrible blood light. He smiled at Su Jin and said, "do you like it? The real spear of fate is the first edition limit! It killed the first and only God of the primitive people!"

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The spear turns into a blood light and rushes towards Su Jin. Su Jin can feel the terrible power. Once she is hit, her soul will be shattered in an instant.

Su Jin stared at the blood light, and then the silver light outside his body dissipated. He took the initiative to dissipate his spiritual power. From this moment on, he no longer has any power that belongs to the manual of hell.

The blood light suddenly stopped and seemed to have lost its goal. The clown frowned and said, "very smart! Yes, the spear of fate needs something to lock. It's a pity that you gave up the power I gave you!"

Su Jin's soul is like a candle in the wind, but he feels supreme joy. His spiritual power is powerful and can be compared with the top gods. If he changed to the past, he was reluctant to give up, but at this time, when he really gave up, he found that for himself, spiritual power is not help, but shackles.

The power of fantasy replaces the power of spirit, wraps Su Jin's soul, and then condenses again inch by inch. Su Jin is reborn. He has the only body in the universe, is not among any species, and is no longer controlled by the hell manual.

The clown's eyes became serious. His body exploded violently and turned into blood light and rushed to Su Jin. Su Jin frowned slightly. He knew that he was not suitable to fight with the clown now. His body had just been constructed and needed to be adjusted, but he couldn't avoid it now. Then adjust it in the battle!

Su Jin's body broke down again and turned into Colorful streamers. The blood light and Colorful streamers collided with each other. They hanged and swallowed each other. This is not a battle between two kinds of energy and two people, but a battle of two rules.

Hell manual represents the will of the universe, while Su Jin only represents himself and detachment. Gradually, the blood light began to fall to the disadvantage. After all, he is only an embodiment of the system, and the core energy is much worse. If this battle really matched, it should have been Su Jin and the will of the universe.

Hiss!

The last ray of blood light was killed by Su Jin's colorful brilliance. Su Jin condensed his body again. His eyes narrowed slightly to decompose and absorb the information in the blood light.

A moment later, Su Jin opened her eyes. He shook his head slightly and said, "it's too strong. This clown is just made up of 48 quasi God level strong people. It's strong to this extent. If... It's chilling!"

Su Jin sighed for a long time. She was much worse than the hell manual that had operated countless circles. This time, his wanted warrant didn't expect those quasi God level strong people to cause a little trouble to herself. From the beginning, those guys were just sacrifices.

In fact, the sacrifice of this level can not give him much strength, but it has forced himself into a desperate situation. If he is more powerful, he may only have a chance to escape today.

In the dark space, the stars in thousands of light-years nearby don't exist. The only thing that exists besides Su Jin is the spear of fate.

Su Jin grabs the spear of fate into his hand, and a wisp of blood light appears in his eyes, which is one of the benefits of defeating the hell manual avatar. The blood light he swallowed is actually equivalent to the database of hell manual. Now Su Jin is like a clever hacker, who can use the data left by the hell manual avatar to connect to the hell manual system without being found, Can even do some subtle operations.

"The only God of the primitive gods and people, and also the God of the first hell manual, didn't expect to die under this spear of fate." Su Jin sighed. There were dark blood stains on this spear of fate. There were still divine fluctuations in almost endless years. It can be imagined how powerful the God of the original God people was.

Su Jin was stunned again. The spear of fate... Unexpectedly, it also belongs to an existence beyond the hell manual system. His material seems to be specially refined by the will of the universe. There is only one point in the endless universe. No wonder the avatar of the hell manual used it to kill herself. She was lucky to get rid of the lock at that time, otherwise it is likely to fall directly, I don't even have a chance to escape.

The colorful light on her arm twinkled, wrapped the spear of fate directly, and then the spear of fate disappeared. Then Su Jin grabbed it in the void, and strands of black matter condensed together, and finally formed a bone removal knife.

The storm made by the clown smashed everything including Su Jin. Fortunately, the bone removal knife was made by many gods and branded by Su Jin, so he could force the smashed bone removal knife to condense again in the void.

"We must build our own divine court as soon as possible, or we will always be attacked secretly... Something will happen sooner or later!" Su Jin sighed. As long as he didn't have his own divine court, he would never get rid of the hell manual. Who knows if he can win next time.