Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 393 Oh my god, the second dimension evil god!

The entry of the Black Flame Dragon caused the alien warship to be attacked from both sides.

It had to resist the void lightning of the cloud light ball while resisting the dark star flames of the black flame dragon.

Inside the cabin, Isol stood up tremblingly, raised his wand and cast a spell against the endless tide of magic.

He excels in the spells of the school of prophecy, which touches upon the realm of cause and effect and destiny.

What he was casting now was a spell related to fate.

"In my name, I grant you the death you are destined to receive."

As his lips moved, fate turned into chains and death turned into a noose, each of which was put on the monster.

The unstoppable demonic tide suddenly stopped, and their movements were frozen.

The destined death befell them, and a gray deathly aura slowly emerged.

Even if they don't have a single wound on their bodies, it still doesn't change the fact that they are dead.

"It's a blow to fate. It seems that you have made some progress since the last time." Chen Xingzhi still had an indifferent expression.

It wasn't until Grammon started calling that his expression changed slightly.

As the creator of the Seven Chapter Secret Scripture, he naturally knew what kind of forbidden knowledge was recorded therein.

The moment Gramont took out the fragments of the secret scripture, Chen Xingzhi guessed what he was going to do. After thinking for a moment, he decided to get rid of this forbidden scholar who seemed bold or reckless.

He took a step forward, the spatial coordinates changed, and in a moment, he appeared between Isol and Grammont.

He raised the greatsword high and leaped to chop it, about to cut the Forbidden Scholar who was concentrating on summoning into two.

Isol, whose mind was focused on a higher dimension, reacted quickly and cast a causal spell instantly, forcibly changing the target of the sword and striking it into the air.

"Isol, do you think you can stop me?" Chen Xingzhi asked back, and swept his sword across, causing Grammon to suffer the same treatment as Gojo Satoru.

The deathly energy spread through the wound and swallowed up his life.

【One of our team has died. 】

The reminder from the reincarnation space made Isol's face turn pale. The backlash of cause and effect and fate spells on him was too great. He could stop it once, but not the second time.

However, even though he was beheaded, the summoning ceremony started by Grammont did not stop. The summoner continued to chant the spell, and even a hint of fanaticism appeared on his face.

"The ritual has become self-aware. The summoned creatures and even the summoners have become part of the ritual. They are no longer controlled by Grammon."

Chen Xingzhi saw the clue at a glance, and swept the giant sword over again, interrupting the entire ceremony, but the summoned part was not sent back, but remained in this world.

Deep darkness squirmed out from the wound on Grammont's body, quickly wrapping, compressing, and reshaping the body.

Isol watched all this in a daze. The fear that was brewing in his heart came back again, and despair completely overwhelmed him like a tide.

Chen Xingzhi didn't pay attention to him, but just stared at the corpse that had been occupied by another being.

The chaos squirmed, gradually forming a small human figure.

As the darkness faded, Chen Xingzhi first noticed the long silver-white hair and a very long streak of hair on it, then the pair of green eyes and the delicate face.

His furrowed brows relaxed and he took a breath.

"Oh my god, the evil god of the second dimension!"

【One of our team has died. 】

It was already the fourth or fifth time that Wei Cheng heard this reminder. His entire body was covered in blood, and the bloody parts of his body healed in the blink of an eye. He had to drag his body into battle once again.

"Ketu, come and die!"

"You're the one who deserves to die. Go down and accompany your teammates." Another punch was thrown, and both sides were injured.

The only difference is that Wei Cheng's recovery can no longer keep up with his consumption, while Ji Jun is just the opposite. The power of the Dark Star converts part of the attack force into his energy. Overall, his consumption is less than Wei Cheng's.

The balance of war is tilting towards Ji Jun. If things continue like this, Weicheng will definitely be the loser.

"I didn't expect that after a lifetime, you would be better than me. I should have killed you at all costs."

Wei Cheng seemed to have seen his own end. After exchanging injuries with Ji Jun again, he did not retreat. Instead, he grabbed Ji Jun's body despite his injuries.

The terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from his body made Ji Jun instantly guess what he was going to do.

"Before I go to meet my teammates, I must at least take you with me."

"No, you will be the only one who dies."

The power of the Dark Star was exerted to the extreme, trying its best to devour this energy that was close to the sixth level.

The light faded, and only one figure remained in the field.

Ji Jun let out a long sigh, casually took out a robe and put it on, while at the same time activating the power of the Dark Star to eliminate the alien energy raging in his body.

He looked at his teammates beside him, quite speechless.

"So you're just going to sit there and watch?"

"We are not afraid of disturbing your glorious duel. Besides, I heard that martial artists are very stubborn and hate others interfering with their fights the most." Qing Ming said sincerely.

"I'm not that kind of martial artist, and I always believe in group fights instead of one-on-one fights." Ji Jun said that his martial ethics is to have no martial ethics.

"Understood, I'll definitely do it next time."

The warship from another dimension had been paralyzed, and Qingming withdrew his Five Directions Five Elements formation flags.

However, these flags are not intact, and each flag looks a little tattered.

Looking at the broken battle flag, Qingming showed a distressed look, fortunately the confiscated spoils could make up for the losses in the battle.

Apart from him, Qingxuan's condition was not good either. His breath was weak and his hidden injuries had not healed.

The three of them adjusted their states, forced their way into the alien warship, and soon found Chen Xingzhi on the bridge.

At this moment, he was having a lively conversation with a silver-haired girl opposite him. Not far away, there was a man slumped over. It was Isol, the prophet of the Wind Chasers team. He looked like he was dead.

Walking to Isol's side, Ji Jun looked at his wide-open eyes and could vaguely feel the remaining fear in them.

For some reason, he always felt that Iseult was frightened to death.

"Who is that silver-haired girl?" Qing Ming asked in confusion, "Why does her style seem completely different from ours?"

"It feels like the second dimension," Qingxuan added.

"That's it, that's it." Ji Jun always felt indescribable familiarity with this girl.

A light bulb went off in his head and he finally remembered her identity.

"Oh, isn't that a teammate from our 'Custom' team? I remember her name was Nayako."

After he said this, their memories suddenly became clear.

"Don't we really need to change the team's name?" Qing Ming complained, "I don't even dare to tell others the name of my team."

The three of them changed the topic very naturally, completely forgetting how strange the conversation just now was.

Opposite Chen Xingzhi, the lively silver-haired girl smiled slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of cunning and unfathomable chaos.

(End of this chapter)