Chapter 147

He decided to escape first, find some friends (cannon fodder), and then use the contact with Dieyi to locate this coordinate and kill the female seal.

And then

He found himself thinking too much.

The female seal seems to be very dissatisfied with his survival every time.

Because of the limitation of that small ball, when avi lives too many games, it will affect the final quality of the ball, especially if he lives more than 100 games, he will get a bug.

In case of anger, no one can take the responsibility.

The queen of the seal reported all this to God.

The white fog is dense.

In the smell, the female seal regained her daughter's body, a very charming image, which I still feel pity for. Unfortunately, she didn't like it and didn't understand:

why is the God's realm known as the source of wanweier, she appears in the form of a woman instead of a noble seal royal family.

She was floating in a thick soup, puffing bubbles.

The soup is very white, with a white body, which is not easy to identify.

The soup was served in a huge bowl, because God often said to her, "come to the bowl.".

What a god of evil taste.

She thought more than once, but she repented immediately. Forgive me. Please forgive me.

And today, again, she has the Oracle: kill ivy, the pretty young man you've captured.

Her eyes were red, her fists clenched, her mouth cracked, and she gave a cruel smile - thank God, I had this idea for a long time.

White slender jade legs across the edge of the bowl, a wisp of gauze shrouded, meat hidden meat is more attractive.

Her jade hand stretched out, engraved with red flowers in the rose bowl, a trace of white gas, gathered in her palm, condensed into a cream light rune.

It's a rune. Actually, it's a pattern word. Ivy must know it here. That word is "food".

The pointer of time has turned to eve of evey's escape, and he carefully examines the harvest: Blood rune.

It was only after he left the arena that he understood that all the opponents he killed would leave a rune mark.

These marks are copies of runes in the blood soul ball coagulated by the blood of the fighting soul.

Even so, it provides a powerful force.

It's like the curse mark on the neck of Naruto Sasuke.

The good thing is that he doesn't have to suffer any pain; the disadvantage is that he doesn't know.

Ivy's been worried about is here. There is no free lunch.

He doesn't expect any hard work and no gain. God will reward you as much as you can.

Just to fight more exciting, fuller, magic and soul squeeze to get cleaner.

Ivy lay in the cage, squinting at his competitors, patting his bulging stomach, looking relaxed.

He's absorbing blood runes.

A hundred soul black holes, turning hard, like a textile competition.

Threads of red, like silk thread, are dragged into the darkest abyss, red and black interweave into a picture.

Ivy was looking at the pictures.

It's strange that there is nothing in common. The painting is also very abstract. It seems that there is no useful information.

But he knew that these pictures were extraordinary.

For the first time, he got interesting information from the soul black hole.

With more and more red silk thread, those patterns seem to have vitality, moving one by one.

It's all the wisdom of heaven and earth, or a fool talking about dreams.

Ivy fell asleep, and he felt himself walking into the black hole with the red lines.

This is a very dangerous move. As far as he knows, the black hole is unidirectional and can only enter but not go out. This is the rhythm that will be trapped in it.

Whenever he got here, he would wake up immediately. However, the small part of soul consciousness that entered the black hole was recovered in any case, and it took a long time to recover.

This time, however, what he was surprised by was that the red lines seemed to have a strong support. Each was arrogant and strong, and it was not easy to compromise or break.

This is very comfortable, Ivy grabbed the red silk thread, let them gently pull themselves out.

After half a night, he fell asleep, and his soul was extremely tired. A short glance benefited him a lot.

He felt that before the arrival of three-dimensional, he seemed to be able to master something extraordinary.

Is soul black hole zero dimensional?

Of course.

But on the other hand, zero dimension is also a strange dimension. It means nothing and the beginning of all things. How can it not be special?

One night, he was woken up by a vibration. The first reaction was an earthquake?

And then he laughed.

It's not so much earthquake as earth shaking and mountain shaking.

He looked up and saw the bright red sky and the strange blue arena.The fighting animals in the cage were shivering around.

What happened? This combat cycle is not over, and

Ivy's strength has been recognized, but also the harvest of some so-called "friends.".

"Old man," a rabbit tailed lion said to him gingerly, "I'm afraid we won't survive this time..."

"What's the matter, old lion, so pessimistic?"

"This is the legendary battle of salvation." There is a gorgeous birdcage hanging around, in which a duck shed big tears.

"It's really no more incantation. Let's face it."

"What's the matter?"

"Xiao Fang, I like you. Don't forget me."

"Brother, let's fight until the end of the world."

All kinds of noisy voices were buzzing all over the square.

In the tumultuous atmosphere, Ivy gets the crude information.

Since ancient times, all the participants in the legendary battle of salvation will die.

No matter how many people there are, it's not a matter of quantity.

Only one person can survive.

Ivy wants that person to be himself, but there is no way. It needs not only strength, but also luck.

The blue sky was getting darker and darker, and the whole world was enveloped in it.

There are only a few colors in the stars. Strange red, cold blue, mysterious black.

Gray, a symbol of death. Because the gray stars themselves are dead.

Infinite water, in all directions will be the perfect arena in the middle of the big fight.

Countless creatures, waiting for their own doomsday judgment.

Through the water, the majestic sound bombarded the air shield, adding a bit of sadness to the black doomsday.

"Sinners rejected by God..."

It's a good voice. Ivy is a little disdainful.

This is the so-called God, too low 13, right?

Instead of paying much attention to what God was saying, he was moved by the spectacle.

This feeling is like a deep black hole, not knowing the past and future, only moving in one direction.

It's a complex feeling.

New and interesting? Fear and despair? Lonely? be petrified?

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