Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 685 Planetary Engine
Planetary engine.

Song Shi did not show any expression of shock or surprise because he had already felt it!
Interaction is always two-way.

When the opponent wielded a sword made of endless pure light and pierced through him, he was also touching, understanding and spying on the opponent in reverse!

After such a long, continuous confrontation
So, see.

This sea of ​​pure light that fills the center of the earth has been honored with the title of "Three Thousand Illuminating Lights". It belongs to the spiritual power of Ming Xianyuan. It is so powerful that it even deserves the title of "great".

Thousands and thousands of light beams cut the environment into pieces, and with one breath, the entire core of the earth can be stirred endlessly. The macroscopic structure in the common sense is just a playground for the psychic in front of him to finally let go and stretch out.

But it’s just a “sports field”.

A limited place with cover on all four sides, neither heaven nor earth!

The vast sea of ​​light that was beyond description should have echoed, or even been equal to the might of heaven and earth to a certain extent, but now it gave me a subtle sense of shrinking. It was forced to shrink due to the narrow space.

[Liuliguan] had already been running to its limit, the light was being pushed aside piece by piece, revealing every detail, showing a more essential part - but it was not enough, not enough!

Something hazy, like a thin, ethereal ribbon, close at hand, yet seemingly melted into the wind, elusive. Until this moment, with Liuliguan as a stepping stone, Song Shi suddenly opened his eyes.

It was like the roar of mountains rising and the sky and sea overturning, sounding from a distant place, and in a flash, it crossed thousands of miles and echoed heavily in the ears.

Strands of red-gold seeped out of the pupils, leaving winding traces on the cheeks, and finally dripped silently, burning holes in the ground.

"This is"

Song Shi’s pupils widened.

The illusory ocean was like fog and water, presenting a dizzying atmosphere. The ancient rock pillars stood loosely, like a brown forest, but in a moment of distraction, the forest suddenly collapsed, and the rock pillars decomposed into the finest gravel, turning into dust wind blowing in all directions.

illusion.

Song Shi blinked.

The scene changed again. The illusory ocean boiled, steaming the last trace of misty water droplets, revealing the cracked red seabed. The seabed rose with a roar, and billions of tons of mass were reshaped and collapsed in an incredible posture, over and over again.

This is not reality. Song Shi reacted, this is consciousness. Or, in other words, a more physical world, everything is presented in front of him from another perspective. Those constantly changing illusory wonders, like the ever-flowing reality, are running tirelessly.

It doesn’t flow forever.

The blood around his eye sockets suddenly ignited, emitting a red-gold flame, but even more dazzling than the flame was the young man's pupils at this moment.

In the ever-changing dream, there stand indescribable pillars that connect the sky to the earth. No matter how many times the surroundings change, they remain unshakable and unchanged in the fantastic or magnificent scenes.

It's as if the whole world revolves around them.

The wills rising from the pillars of heaven crisscrossed and covered every piece of the sky, emitting a bright light that was bright enough to dim the sun - it was these wills that together formed a cage between heaven and earth, sealing off the pure white light.

This is the mark left by the gods who suppressed Ming Xianyuan in the center of the earth!
"——Did you see it clearly?"

A bright voice suddenly rang in my ears.

It was like being suddenly awakened from a dream, the magnificent and hazy scene was suddenly pulled away, and when consciousness came back, Song Shi found himself standing there, not moving a step, and in front of him was still the woman with her head tilted and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Everything that happened before seemed like a dream that never existed.

"Yeah, I see it clearly." Song Shi exhaled slowly and rubbed his eyes that were in pain. Unlike when he first met Isidore Siniti, the latter had intentionally restrained his spiritual power.

Just now, he relied on the confrontation with Ming Xianyuan, repeated contacts and spying, and used him as a stepping stone to rise up, almost standing in the opponent's perspective to observe the thrones of the gods, looking directly at their existence - powerful psychics, whose mere existence has gravity.

It would be fine if it was normal, but at this moment, he had fought the Star Destroyer Mecha God, crossed thousands of kilometers in one breath in an extreme environment, and was severely tortured by Ming Xianyuan. His condition was really bad. To be honest, Song Shi felt that it was a very risky thing for him to crawl back to the earth's crust now.

What's more, the spiritual skill [Lapis Lazuli Contemplation] is bright inside and out, pure and without any flaws.

Looking at the sun with a microscope or with sunglasses will lead to two completely different results.

"On behalf of Dayuan, I would like to express my regret for your situation." After a few seconds, Song Shi adjusted his state and sighed: "Of course, if you want to ask for my personal opinion, then I think it would be better for you to stay here."

The woman didn't pierce the man's head with her sword. Instead, she asked with interest, "Just a pity?"

Song Shi followed suit and grinned, "And launch a strong attack on other paths."

Ming Xianyuan laughed loudly towards the sky.

"The throne of God."

With his bone-white knuckles, he pulled out the lightsaber inch by inch with great difficulty, amidst the shrill sound of tearing cloth. Song Shi said softly, "The ban on you is so grand, yet so crude. There are no interception measures, and anyone can get through."

"When you say 'a person', do you mean traveling thousands of kilometers from the Earth's crust all the way to the Earth's center?"

"This is indeed a big problem. Traveling alone through the center of the earth, most of the fourth rings are difficult to deal with." Song Shi said, "But it's another matter for the fifth ring. They have many ways to get here."

"Then?" Ming Xianyuan asked nonchalantly.

"yes."

Song Shi said softly.

"There is no more."

Even a psychic who has reached the fifth level of the [True Spirit] realm cannot break the seal created by multiple thrones.

No matter what their attitude towards Ming Xianyuan was, or what their purpose was, they came to the center of the earth. Whether it was simply to meet him, or to express some hope to him, or to try to measure themselves.
Throne of God.

not give a damn about.

"There are thrones in the sky, on the ground, and even at the bottom of the abyss. You are really everywhere. Don't tell me that there is actually a throne lying on the sunset moon."

Ming Xianyuan inserted five fingers into her bangs and pushed them upwards: "Guess?"

"I hate guessing."

The sound of glass breaking apart and cracking inch by inch was heard bit by bit. The beams of light that pierced through the bone marrow and split the flesh and blood slowly melted away as the flames burned, turning into floating ashes.

Along with it are cracks all over the body surface, which are even more shocking.

"It's all here."

Song Shi was completely unaware and just clenched his fist tightly.

Slash towards Ming Xianyuan right in front of him!
(End of this chapter)