What's fatal is that kesulu's blood volume is falling all the way, and his ability to return blood can't keep up.
These ksurus are not strong enough, they are not real gods, and they have no divine observation ability.
On the contrary, Colin and other real God players who sneak to the distance to watch the battle can see it most vividly.
They look up and see that the nameless fog in lalaiye is swallowed up by the vanishing black hole, revealing the traceless starry sky.
The huge and inexplicable body of kesuru stands in the universe, and its volume is infinite, as if the whole universe can only reluctantly hold its enlarged body.
Although there is a green blood return effect on the blood bar of crazy blood loss, in front of the real God players, what they see is not the special effect, but the regular power competition between blood reduction and blood return.
"Amun is too strong to crush kesulu unilaterally."
"Kesuru is not satisfied with his blood. If he doesn't have a new way to kill Amun, he will surely die."
Colin looked at the long blood bar, many kinds of rules were hard, but Amun's rules were more powerful, more overbearing, and the balance of advantages was leaning towards Amun.
"If Amun had another means of attack, kesuru would have been full of blood. Amun is so strong. Which path did he take?"
"I don't know."
Colin grinned bitterly. If it wasn't for this divine battle, he couldn't see how strong Amun was.
Now, it's still unfathomable. Even the boss of bizhoumu can't help it.
The evil god kesulu also noticed that no matter how to fight, it is difficult to smooth the drop of life value.
If he had not studied the power of rules in the field of health value, he would have been killed by clement.
“……” Kesuru made a series of voices of unknown significance.
Kemun is pulling each other's lifeline, immediately feel kesulu launched a big move.
The deep voice contained the power of dream rules, and penetrated into the head of kermon.
Even if he turns off his hearing, these sounds can directly invade him through the relationship between "dream host" and "host".
This relationship comes from the system, because many dreams control the body of kesuru, this connection has become an unbreakable relationship.
Although kermon also studies dreams, he still can't stand it in front of kersulu's field of expertise.
This is the other side's unique skill. Kesulu has a lot of experience in the rules of dreams. Otherwise, he would not open up the dreams of billions of people into a super dream world.
In the blink of an eye.
Kermon is dragged into the dream world he created temporarily by kersulu.
……
I don't know how long it took.
Kermon can feel that his body has experienced several cycles, and his life has been dead and reborn again and again.
"Mr. Ke, so early?"
A gentle greeting of Mrs. Chen's style made kemun wake up in his dream.
This is blue star. This is his home.
Kemun is a real God. He does not forget the past. He thinks of everything in an instant and knows that he is fighting with kesuru.
But his soul has fallen into the dream created by kesuru.
"We have to break this dream."
Kemun looked into the distance. The sun rose in the distant sky, but the light could not cover the broad shadow outline.
The outline of the head looks like Zhang Yutou, Chin has countless whiskers, fat body can not describe, in short, any shape can, all by their own inner imagination.
Kemun blinked and heard Mrs. Chen say hello downstairs.
"Mr. Ke? Would you like breakfast? "
Looking downstairs, the shadow under Mrs. Chen's feet stretched out countless twisted tentacles.
"No, thank you."
Clement reached out across the air to urge the shadow catcher, but he caught nothing.
"By the way, it's a dream he made up to distort my perception."
Clement soon understood why the shadow catcher failed.
Spraying disinfectant, Mrs. Chen went into the house and rolled out the breakfast cart.
Chen Mo Mo sprang out and raised his hand to him. The octopus headdress in his hair shook his head. It seemed that some kind of voice rose in his heart: "good morning, brother monk. Do you want to have breakfast?"
Chen Mo Mo's feet are also distorted shadows, and he seems to be demonstrating to Ke Meng.
Kemun felt something and looked back at his shadow.
I saw the dawn pull out a dark black shadow, stretching from the sole of the foot to the wall, twisted shape full of tentacles, like a demonized monster shadow.
Kermon moved his arm, and the dark shadow danced with several tentacles, as if he were not a person, but a monster.
"No, it's fake." Clement didn't believe it was his shadow.
After he became a God, his shadow was no longer a concrete object that could be defined at will.
Kemun's shadow can change at will, and the shape of the shadow can be created by his heart.But at the moment, the shadow moves with his hand, which is obviously not in line with kermon's cognition.
This obvious cognitive difference makes kermon find a breakthrough.
Clement walked out of the room and into the street, refusing today's breakfast.
Chen Mo Mo feels very sad, but kemun feels strange dream danger from the food. It's a kind of thing called habit. As long as you follow the habit made by the dream, you can be assimilated into a dream member by the dream.
"Thank you. I'm not hungry."
Then he moves, and the shadow moves with him.
In this way, he observes his own shadow and strides towards the huge transparent shadow on the horizon. Only the huge shadow is real, and other people are fabricated virtual human beings.
One step, ten steps, a hundred steps, a thousand steps.
The shadow changes with him, but kemun's heart is trying to change the shape of the shadow.
If you see too much, you will naturally see the connection between the shadow and him, and then through this connection, you can see the rules of the dream world behind you.
"I found your flaw."
The light in kemun's eyes flashed, the magic surged, and he reached out to pinch his own shadow.
His shadow is the embodiment of kesuru's will. He tries to transform kemun's thinking with dreams, erode him from dreams, use habits to wear off kemun's spirituality, and make him become the evil spirit of the boss of the second week.
But he didn't give in. He woke up in his dream after several reincarnations. In a few minutes, he instantly saw through the distorted cognition in the dream and corrected his cognitive thinking.
This hand, pinch on behalf of a lifeline of kesulu.
Also with his kneading, the evil god kesulu knew that the event was not good.
The dream has no effect on the awakened kemun, and his blood will continue to decrease until he dies.
He didn't want to see that.
As a result, kesuru tied his lifeline with kemun.
Live or die.
Kemun also felt the loss of life power, as if he would die if he pressed on.
"It's no use. I can see the real face of the dream." He had blood in his mouth, but his eyes were firm.
The five fingers of the right hand moved, holding it more tightly, pulling it out.
"Kermon!" For the first time, the evil god made an angry call in kemun's hometown language.
"Die peacefully, we can't live together, we can only choose one from the other!" Kermon calmly pinched the lifeline of kesulu.
At that moment, the evil God died, and kemun's own vitality was emptied.
Kesulu is very powerful. He uses a desperate stratagem against Kemeng to let him go, but Kemeng still kills him with his life.
After pinching the lifeline, the huge fuzzy shadow of the cosmic background fell down.
At the foot of the dream ground split, countless dream people issued a voice for help.
The white light engulfed everyone, and then the white light turned black. The two main forces supporting the dream were not there, and collapsed to zero.
……
An unknown demon world.
The crimson magma creeps slowly, spewing huge amounts of sulfide gas.
In the center of the magma, on a rock that never melts, stands a cross.
A vague figure was inverted, with hands straight open, legs up to the sky, nailed to the cross without blinking.
Next second.
The figure on the cross shakes its eyelids and suddenly shows signs of life.
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