Chapter 778: The End of Dharma

At the same time, emerald green vines began to grow from Wu Ling's feet. These vines with sharp barbs cut through his protective clothing without much effort and penetrated into the flesh under his toenails.

Compared to the pain of the barb piercing into the flesh, the pain caused by the neurotoxin contained in the barb itself is probably ten times worse.

This is a special toxin that Pyrotechnics just spent a second designing. It can bring pain to humans that is almost like a mental breakdown, but it will not cause much damage to the body.

For such ants that dare to offend themselves, it feels that it is too easy to kill them casually. It should first suffer in pain for three to five years, and then die after completely playing bad.

"Tear!"

But Wu Ling was also a ruthless person. When he realized that some kind of poison had been injected into his feet, he didn't hesitate at all and stabbed his own feet with his backhand.

The toxin-contaminated pieces of meat from the two toes, as well as the numerous vines around them that were looking at him eagerly, all flew into the air along with the bright red blood.

Red blood and green juice splashed everywhere under the huge kinetic energy of the sword, even reaching Mira hundreds of meters away.

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"Child of Luck!!"

The ghost immortals belonging to the two camps said four words in unison after Wu Ling's vicious self-destruction.

Different from other paths, they who belong to ghosts and immortals can "see" the changes in luck relatively clearly, and they have the most in-depth research on luck.

Through the observation of a large number of samples, the ghosts and immortals discovered a rather special physique in some people - children of luck. They are one of the very few who can actively or passively consume their own luck before reaching the immortal level. , to do things that are basically impossible for people to do on a daily basis.

For example, if Wu Ling had just cut himself half a second slower, or if he had cut a centimeter less, it would not have been able to stop the toxins that started from his toes and rushed straight to his heart along the blood circulation.

"He is not an ordinary son of destiny, but a 'son of destiny' who is tied to the destiny of the Federation..."

"How could the 'Son of Destiny' be a mortal?"

"Why did he show up at this time?"

"I don't know either……"

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The two ghosts and immortals exchanged information frantically. In their eyes, Wu Ling's well-timed sword blow just now was completely achieved by burning the luck of the federation behind it.

With just the little bit of luck he had, how could He Dehe be able to defend himself against this true immortal's sneak attack without any shame at all.

"The son of luck, the chess piece of luck." Bai Mo, who was hiding somewhere and watching quietly, said to a projection clone of Yun Jie next to him.

"You mean...the Federation's huge destiny has given birth to its own consciousness?"

"..."

Bai Mo didn't answer.

Of course, the fact is that he can't say more, because Bai Mo has already figured out that this young man named Wu Ling is one of the sons that Wuling dropped in the federal civilization, and he is also a tentative son. His historical mission will be completed in a flash.

The real future cannot be predicted, but the most likely outcome can be deduced through the information we have.

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Wu Ling was not the kind of high-level monk who could cut off his limbs and regenerate at will. The two toes he had cut off with his own sword were gone. Even if the high temperature on the surface of the Immortal Killing Sword stopped the bleeding instantly, Because he lost his balance slightly, he stumbled for a moment.

"How dare you cling to me with the resentment of a mere piece of trash?" After analyzing it for several seconds, Yan Huo finally understood the source of this disgusting power.

That is resentment from mortals.

The hierarchies between extraordinary people and ordinary people are highly solidified. Either they hate social injustice, or they are dissatisfied with the lack of progress. Hundreds of millions of mortals have accumulated a lot of resentment in these hundreds of years.

The power represented by resentment will unconsciously look for people who are willing to make great aspirations and try to truly change everything.

This formless and colorless thing, if it were in the age of soulless mortals, might only be loaded into some fighters who resist the existing system in the form of luck.

But this is the era of spiritual energy, an era in which spiritual power can interfere with the material world. The power of destiny transformed from resentment can even be directly used in combat.

In a sense, this is also a branch of Shinto, but this one is more extreme, because the user is essentially just an agent of the will of all living beings, a tool just to complete the task.

Once the task is completed and the resentment dissipates, the gathered power will go with it.

The heaven and the earth all work together to transport the hero, but the hero is not free to transport him.

"We can only fight quickly." Wu Ling took a moment to check his physical condition, and his condition was not optimistic.

Even if the toxin is prevented from penetrating into the blood, the neurotoxin produced by fireworks is not easy to deal with. Although it is not capable of having a spirit and knowing how to attack automatically, it is a virus that spreads crazily and replicates itself. characteristic.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding air has been occupied by a large amount of neurotoxins. Every millisecond, Wu Ling needs to consume a lot of luck to purify this nameless toxin.

In a rage, the fireworks no longer care about the life and death of other people below. The poison continues to spread outwards, and ordinary people will die if they touch it. Even monks can only survive for a few seconds under the attack of the poison with the blessing of the true immortal power.

Only a few people protected by the same level of power can protect themselves from this indiscriminate attack.

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Wu Ling calculated that his body could only hold on for five more minutes at most.

It's not that the power of luck is insufficient, it's just that in order to fight against the true immortal, the power flowing through his body instantly is too huge, and as a repeater, he is ready to explode.

But before that, he decided that even if he had to sacrifice himself, he would give these true immortals, who were so superior and did not take ordinary people seriously, a lesson they would never forget!

"The end of the Dharma era!"

The resentment that had completely condensed into substance exploded at the tip of the Immortal Killing Sword.

It was a ball of flame with several colors.

The outermost part is white.

The second layer is yellow.

The third layer is orange.

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There are seven floors in total, and the core part is purple.

The seven-color flame expanded like a big explosion into a space that enveloped everyone in less than a millisecond.

Even Olga and Huang Wuji, who were fighting fiercely in a space gap far away from the edge of the space battlefield, were enveloped by this strange space.

In this space, everyone can feel that the spiritual energy in their bodies is leaking out crazily, and then dissolving into the outside world without leaving any trace.

PS: Take the time to write a new chapter, and by the way, I will post a copy of "I am the Dean of Monster Academy". The author is also an old friend of mine who has read several books.