Chapter 903 Discovery

"This god's plan for thousands of years, how can you and other gods understand it." The source code seemed to lose the patience to continue talking, looking at Yan Xiangcheng and said: "The gods, either hand over my people, or Just prepare to die!"

Yan Xiangcheng carefully looked at the source code composed of runes, shook his head and sighed: "You don't know it, you are empty and crazy, it seems that you died before you became a god.

Before, someone thought that the great lords of the Holy Land exaggerated their claims, and they were just talking about coveting Tianyu, but now it seems that a certain person is short-sighted and has no insight! "

The source code didn't pay attention to Yan Xiangcheng's words at all, and when the spiritual light flickered all over his body, the space they were in began to change suddenly.

Countless runes flickered and rolled, and the distance in the void began to fluctuate, as if they were going to pull the two of them into another world, as if they were planning to exile and seal Yan Xiangcheng.

The soul-calling banner above Yan Xiangcheng's head flickered again, and countless silver-white thunders pierced out like silk threads, and he wanted to repeat the old trick, anchoring the void to break the move.

"Humph!" Yuan Code suddenly snorted coldly, and half of the runes that made up the body separated from the body and disappeared into nothing.

Seven Rings True God Art: Multiverse · Imprisonment!

Countless runes merged into the void, the surrounding space changed rapidly, and the spiritual light surged, covering the surrounding starry sky for hundreds of miles.

The sudden change caused Yan Xiangcheng's complexion to change slightly. Finding that he couldn't completely break the opponent's technique, and the anchor didn't seem to be working anymore, he made a sudden tactic, and the strength of his whole body skyrocketed again.

Calling back the soul: Holy soul and ghost world!

With the fluttering of the soul-calling banner, the same strange power with extremely strong spatial aura spread out, and collided with the power from the source code.

When the two forces collided, it was probably because of the similar power of Taoism that they became entangled, and when they merged and collided, the nature of the forces changed, and they suddenly exploded.

The invisible deprivation suddenly spread, affecting the two of them. The two suddenly disappeared in place, hundreds of miles away in the starry sky, replaced by a huge picture scroll, flickering in the void.

With the emergence of the picture scroll, worlds in the picture scroll began to be born and grow continuously, just like strange stories, or comics!

In this story, countless powerful beings are manipulated by the supreme god-like source code, trying to destroy Yan Xiangcheng who also fell into the picture scroll.

But in the birth of every world, while life is controlled by the source code, it will always be accompanied by countless holy souls. These holy souls are controlled by Yan Xiangcheng, fighting and stalemate with the source code.

This kind of struggle makes the painting scroll from being single and empty at the beginning to gradually becoming complicated, from simple colors to colorful, and in the blink of an eye, there are many clusters of oil paints with rich colors.

When the entire painting scroll seemed to be full of excess paint, it turned into an accumulation of countless colored pigments. When these colors were entangled, the painting scroll gradually became a dye vat. When there were too many of them to a limit, the painting scroll was finally overwhelmed.

"Crack..."

There was a sound like glass shattering, and dense cracks began to appear on the scroll, which spread all over the scroll in a blink of an eye, densely packed.

"boom······"

When the crack reached its peak, a huge explosion sounded.

"Puff...Puff..."

During the explosion, two soft sounds accompanied by two figures were spit out of the void.

It is clear that the reality has only passed in less than a few breaths, but the two of them seem to have experienced thousands of years of fighting, not only are their eyes full of fatigue and vicissitudes, but their state is even more miserable.

Yan Xiangcheng, whose aura was soaring just a moment ago and who was so good that he exploded, is now not only wearing a beggar's outfit, but also has scars all over his body, his hair is disheveled, and he is very haggard. Even his soul-calling banner has become dim and dull.

The source code on the other side is not much better. Not only did his figure return to normal, it was no longer sacred, nor was it purely composed of runes.

With a large number of runes passing through his body, it seems that he has degenerated from the state of energy body to between the body and energy. He looks more like a human being, and his body shape has become the size of a normal person.

After the two appeared, they both panted violently. Obviously, looking at the battle that lasted only a few breaths, it was completely different for the two of them. They should really have experienced countless years of entanglement.

After a short breath, the two wanted to act again.

"Huh? So brave!"

The source code suddenly froze, distracted, seemed to have found something, and wanted to ignore Yan Xiangcheng and do something.

At the same time, Yan Xiangcheng was also taken aback, and suddenly lowered his head to look at his hand. On his arm, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared at this moment, and a dim tattoo emerged.

As it appeared and jumped out of Yan Xiangcheng's arm, an illusory book suddenly condensed into shape in front of Yan Xiangcheng, and said in a very unhurried and hasty language:

"Stop him, this is your purpose this time, after the incident, the Holy Land will not pursue your previous affairs!" As he spoke, he seemed afraid that Yan Xiangcheng would not pay enough attention to it: "This matter is related to the survival of the two worlds!"

Yan Xiangcheng was stunned for a moment, but his expression suddenly changed. Without any hesitation at all, he directly raised his hand and made a move, and the soul-calling banner with dim aura rose against the wind again.

"The dream is heartbroken, the fragrance fades away, I become a concubine soul every year, I look forward to the king's return every year, I will never give up after a thousand turns, and the skeleton will turn into a pink powder! The ghost of marriage: the pink powder is obsessed!"

The soul-calling banner flickered violently, and exploded directly. Countless souls gushed out, pouring into Yan Xiangcheng's body below like sea water.

With countless spiritual lights pouring into his brain, a beautiful figure emerged from Yan Xiangcheng's body like a spirit behind him.

The difference from the spirit behind him is that the body of the other party is the size of a normal person, and it does not emerge from behind Yan Xiangcheng, but emerges in front of him.

At this time, Yan Xiangcheng stretched out his hand tacitly, making an embrace, and Qianying also leaned back tacitly, half leaning in his arms.

Yan Xiangcheng bowed his head, Qianying leaned against him, and looked up from the side. The four eyes met, and the endless affection turned into substance and entangled between the two.

The two looked at each other and smiled. It was an indelible affection, and the dog food was overflowing. This sudden change does not wait for the source code to do anything.

The spiritual light and soul body that exploded from the soul-calling flag have all been integrated into Yan Xiangcheng's body, and the beautiful shadow has also materialized, becoming like a real person.

The moment the two started to look at each other, a strange silver-white thunder shot out from Yan Xiangcheng's body like a thread, and wrapped around Yuan Code like lightning, so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

The line that Thunder turned into seemed to have no damage at all, but the source code froze in place. Turning to look at Yan Xiangcheng, his eyes gradually changed from indifference to deep affection.

Yan Xiangcheng also raised his head and looked at him, just like he had looked at Qianying before, no, he was looking at Qianying, and Qianying in his arms had disappeared and became invisible when the silk thread hit the source code.

Just like that, the two of them suddenly fell into silence, just looking at each other like that, feeling extremely affectionate.

As they looked at each other, the body of the source code was constantly changing, as if being eroded by some force, it would also turn into a pink skull.

However, because its power is too strong, a deity with seven rings is still an old-fashioned deity. Such erosive power is obviously a bit weak, and it is impossible to completely destroy the opponent in this way easily.

Not to mention assimilating the opponent into one of his own ghosts. Therefore, it became a stalemate wrestling, from a lore move to a control skill, and reached a stalemate.

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The words are divided into two parts, let's talk about Zhang Deming.

He edited his breath, transformed into a tentacle, plunged into the treacherous slime pool, endured the sensation of exploding hairs, and continued to dive into the depths of the slime lake.

As it continued to deepen, the surrounding flesh and blood liquid became more and more viscous, and gradually became solid like flesh and blood.

Because he didn't know its coping mechanism, Zhang Deming didn't dare to use spells rashly, and he didn't dare to investigate casually, so he could only rely on wriggling, like a nematode in pork, and kept drilling into the depths.

Slippery, sticky, adsorbed, squeezed, and all kinds of messy touches constantly stimulated Zhang Deming's sensory nerves. Even though his mind had already used the eighth-level classic technique for defense, he was still a little shaky.

Zhang Deming felt that he was already on the verge of completely blowing his hair. He didn't know when, he would not be able to bear it, and the string in his heart would be broken, and his hair would be completely blown up.

He knew that this feeling was an instinctive warning. The breath he edited was influenced by the flesh and blood around him, which seriously eroded his physical and mental performance in reverse.

He absolutely cannot blow up his hair, otherwise he will go completely insane and become a real evil, a member of this disgusting group, or a special nematode in this group of 'pork'!

Zhang Deming kept enduring such stimulation, gritted his teeth and went deeper. In order not to let him miss anything, Lan Fuyao's organ was also taken out by him in advance and integrated into his body.

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After a long time, Zhang Deming, who was struggling to drill forward, felt his whole body relax. The pressure around him and the strange feeling suddenly disappeared. He seemed to have come to a strange void.

The surroundings were pitch black, like the deepest starry sky, without any light or power, Zhang Deming clearly felt that he was floating in it.

What's even more strange is that the surrounding blackness seems very abnormal. With Zhang Deming's level of cultivation, ordinary darkness doesn't affect his vision at all, but the surrounding darkness does.

In the deep darkness, not only could he not see anything, he could not perceive anything. His entire detection perception here is like a mortal in the dark night, he can't see or feel anything.

"Is this... the dark meridian domain ban?"

"Struggle..."

"Ding·······"

At Zhang Deming's moment of stupefaction, Lan Fuyao's Qin and monitoring spirits in his body reacted almost in no particular order.

"That's right here, the person who sent me a strange call for help before, is right here!" Lan Fuyao shook the sound of the piano, and said so.

At the same time, a message popped up from the monitor elf.

"The distance is enough, thoroughly confirm Pei Xiaoxiao's position, and the call is in progress..."

"The call failed, the other party fell into a deep sleep, and after being sealed, he was severely corroded by an unknown force. Now the situation is very critical, and it may be completely corroded at any time. Please rescue as soon as possible."

After the monitor elf message popped up, an arrow appeared in front of Zhang Deming's eyes, although he still couldn't see anything in the darkness.

But the shining arrow, formed in his vision of consciousness, clearly guides the direction.

Zhang Deming didn't pay any attention to it. He looked back and felt it. Although he couldn't see it, but because the back half of his body was still in the flesh, he clearly felt that there should be a wriggling wall of flesh behind him.

This should be a spherical space, the entire darkness is surrounded by a wall of meat, and Pei Xiaoxiao is in the depths of this darkness, the center of the hollow meat ball.

Slightly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, already here, there is nothing to hesitate, Zhang Deming shrank and pulled slightly.

"Pfft..."

With a soft sound, Zhang Deming pulled out the back half of his body from the wall. The flesh and blood around the hole on the wall contracted slightly like a chrysanthemum, and a little liquid flowed out, sliding down the flesh wall. .

The moment the fleshy rattan body was pulled out, a little bit of a strange pimple, like a bean, remained in the shrinking cave, and failed to heal the wall completely. The bean left a chrysanthemum-like pimple on the wall. folds.

After doing this, Zhang Deming felt his body floating in the darkness, swung his tail, like a flying snake, and swam towards the depths of the darkness according to the arrow imaged in his consciousness.

There was darkness all around, Zhang Deming seemed to have entered a void, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't feel anything, as if there was nothing, nothingness.

This state made Zhang Deming even more nervous. Compared with the feeling of fried hair just now, the current feeling is actually not much better.

If there was a comparison, it would be fine for a short period of time. After a long period of time, he would rather stay in a piece of meat than in this kind of darkness where nothing seemed to exist. This is simply not a place for people to stay.

Zhang Deming kept swimming, as if a moment had passed, as if a long time had passed, as if with the disappearance of everything and the deprivation of perception, Zhang Deming's concept of time was affected.

Finally, Zhang Deming, who was swimming, felt a little light, a little extremely dim fluorescence, which seemed to be extinguished at any time, constantly flickering in the darkness.

But in such darkness, the faint light seemed very abrupt, injecting a bit of strength into Zhang Deming, who was very nervous and apprehensive.

Looking at the light of hope, Zhang Deming relaxed a lot, the arrow was also pointing there, without any hesitation, he swung his tail and swam towards the light.

As he approached, Zhang Deming gradually discovered that the glowing one was a person, to be precise, a pair of wings of a person, very beautiful wings.

I saw, in the endless darkness, a woman with golden and red wings on her back, sleeping like a baby. When the woman closed her eyes, the huge wings on her back surrounded and protected her.

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