114/Seven Streams

Lu Yan followed behind Ning Huai, the white mist blowing all over his body had a faint strange smell, not very unpleasant, like the smell of blood mixed with rotten fruit.

In the highly distorted form, Ning Huai's arthropods are 10.4 meters long when fully unfolded; when standing, they are 3.7 meters high. It can be called a giant.

From Lu Yan's point of view, Ning Huai, who was on the road, was like an old hen in a nest. The eight spider legs just propped up a cage-like space with a cage of small spiders nesting inside. ‌‌Spiders are in human form, and some have been turned into spider form.

‌‌ are all legions produced by Ning Huai through fission. Although it is not as easy to use as the first fission body, the lowest spiritual power threshold is 2,220.

[Now the gate of the Holy Spirit is guarded by only two people. One is Fengqing, and the other is called Moss. ]

Unlike the pollutants that were implanted in his accessory brain, the moss was a piece of moss, and he had no brain or thinking. Compared with the guardian of the kingdom of God, it is more like a plant-based pollutant transplanted from other places.

The moss grows on the surface, much like a lawn, it cannot move on its own, but it has the property of devouring itself. Moss-covered squares randomly generate swamp-like quagmire, swallowing invaders into their stomachs.

Go, it survives on regular feeding by the guards of his kingdom.

[To deal with ‌‌ plant pollutants, it is best to have fire. You don't have one, but fortunately, the dagger of Hellfire is barely able to survive. ]

The green grass that suddenly appeared in a piece of concrete ruins was indeed very conspicuous. However, Lu Yan couldn't get around it, because it was the only way to the Holy Spirit.

He squatted down and stuck the dagger at the edge of the lawn. The lawn seemed to have been scratched, and bright red blood oozes from the soil.

The scorching properties of the Hell Fire on the pollutants are clearly shown here. Even if there is no flame, the moss is still like burnt paper, and there is a faint red glow on the edge of the wound.

At the same time, the fission bodies also drilled out of the space supported by Ninghuai, and in the front, they used their sharp arthropods as scissors to open the way. The grass clippings flying, the moss withered, covered with the white bones of human beings.

The abnormality in the room finally alarmed the guardian of the divine court on the other side.

In the sky, Fengqing opened his wings behind him, like a flashing meteor.

He quietly took a breath and stood on the eaves.

The long spear in Ning Huai's hand threw it fiercely at Fengqing, and Fengqing's wings fluttered slightly, but the spear came too quickly and was too hot, he was scratched half of his wings , azure feathers fluttered down one after another.

The long spear pierced deeply into the soil, and a loud noise like thunder broke out.

Ning Huai said to Lu Yan, "I'll hold him back—you go first!"

Lu Yan knew very well that this was not the time to waste, he didn't even look back, he followed the system's instructions and ran towards the direction of the Holy Spirit.

Fengqing's gaze shifted to Lu Yan's body, but before he had time to sing, Ning Huai had already jumped up, and his fisted hand hit him in the face.

Feng Qing frowned and said in a low voice, "Wind."

The oncoming strong wind blew the nearby houses to collapse, but Ning Huai's huge body still clings to his face, motionless like a mountain.

The wind casts a wind wall, blocking Fengqing's surroundings. ‌Several little spiders took the opportunity to jump on Fengqing's back, opened his fangs, bit his still bleeding wound, and wanted to tear off a little flesh.

The harassment was not fatal to Feng Qing, but it did give him no chance to catch up with Lu Yan.

Feng Qing's lips pursed tightly.

His talent has a spellcasting range.

One point, Ning Huai, who has been his teammate for ten years, knows it better than anyone else.

Ning Huai bent down and picked up the long spear that had fallen on the ‌, with a crazy smile on his face: "Your opponent is me!"

The spider meets the bird.

Regarding the pollutants that can fly, the headquarters has emphasized many times that they must find a way to break their wings.

Naturally, Ning Huai did the same, he jumped ten meters high, cut the blue bird's wings with a sharp arm blade, grabbed his exposed bones, and pulled hard.

A piece of broken bone was pulled out.

Fengqing's half of his wings drooped down, unable to support his flight any longer, and fell on the ground.

He flapped his wings, and the feathers were like sharp arrows, stabbing into the surrounding fission bodies and Ning Huai's body.

Many fission bodies exploded directly in the original, leaving behind a wreckage.

Fengqing opened her mouth to cover the broken wings behind her, and said, "Electricity."

The pain didn't seem to have any effect on him, and even the tone of speaking was as peaceful as ever, like a set machine. It's just that his voice has become hoarse.

The use of talent is not without limits. The pollution value and spiritual power threshold are determined as the upper limit of talent strength. However, the frequent use of it in a short period of time still makes the innate ability fall into the skill CD.

A purple lightning flashed through Ning Huai's body in an instant, his mighty heart went into shock in an instant, and all parts of his body were severely charred.

Ning Huai opened his mouth and spat out spider eggs one by one. The little spiders inside are already active, and many spiders can move their legs slightly, but they still haven't broken their eggs.

When he saw that there were spiders in his fission body, Ning Huai knew very well in his heart that there was not much time left for him.

He didn't even stop to wait for another team member.

Even with three pairs of eyes, Ning Huai's vision was still blurred.

He looked at Feng Qing who was covering his throat in the distance, roared, and rushed up again. Following him in the charge, there are also the surviving fission bodies.

It rained for some reason in the sky. The downpour fell on Ning Huai, washing the blood into a pale pink.

He was determined to die, and he was determined to win.

The huge body did not become a burden to Ning Huai, but made him feel like a flash of lightning in the sky in the rain.

Fengqing did not hide, maybe it was too late to avoid.

Ning Huaiwan's alienated arm was like a sharp blade, piercing Fengqing's chest.

Unexpectedly, there was no heart in it, but a blood-red brain flower.

Ning Huai's hand was swirling in his chest, and warm blood flowed out from the wound, dripping, and falling on the ground along with the rain.

It was a tragic victory, but Ning Huai couldn't laugh for a moment, he just wanted to cry. He fell on the back, gasping for breath, grabbing his collar tightly, as if he was thinking of a way to relieve the pain.

The blue bird fell on the ‌, his body trembled slightly, he struggled to raise his hand and grabbed Ning Huai's arm.

He had hooked fingers, but he didn't exert any force.

Ning Huai saw him open his mouth, but his consciousness was too blurry to stop him.

He heard Fengqing's voice.

Maybe a long time, maybe only a short second. Ning Huai finally responded, what did the other party say.

Fengqing said, "Thank you."

Lu Yan moved very fast.

But according to the thinking of the Holy Spirit, this is an impossible act.

Because along the way, there are hallucinations it has created by itself. The hallucinations are the fruit of Changjia's painful thoughts, enough to send anyone into a nervous breakdown. Either commit suicide in desperation, or the disease degree exceeds 100 and becomes a pollutant.

The Holy Spirit has seen many tenacious and unyielding warriors, who never give up hope even in desperate situations. For example, Fengqing before, such souls become delicious after death. But there has never been a person, like Lu Yan, who seems to be completely undisturbed and always on the right path.

He has a pair of silver eyes, and a blood moon is reflected in the bottom of his eyes.

‌It is a gift from fate, allowing him to see through the falsehood.

In Lu Yan's line of sight, he has already seen brains one after another. They grow on a slender tree like just the right fruit.

The brain flowers are heavy, bending the branches. The branches send bright red blood to the inside of the brain flower, providing the nutrients needed for the growth of the accessory brain.

[‌‌It is the sub-brain that is being conceived by the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit has 108 sub-brains, and as long as the main body is still there, the sub-brains can grow back from a tree. ]

As Lu Yan approached, Naohua even made a sound—

A little brain flower screamed: "Don't eat me! I'm sour!"

"If you want to eat, eat the top one first, it's the biggest."

Nao Huali, who was named, was angry: "Brother 73! I have a grievance with you! Why do you want to harm me?"

Lu Yan approached the sapling, and the brain flowers were knotted in the branches, swaying like ginseng fruit.

The already-familiar brain flower wanted to escape while he wasn't paying attention, but just fell on the ground and was trampled into a brain by Lu Yan.

Very slippery. The touch is very strange.

As soon as Lu Yan moved his feet away, all the brain flowers were dead, and the white flowers' brains were still printed with the patterns of the soles of his shoes.

His **** and violent actions made him on the branch fight with two thoughts.

"You, how can you waste food!" A small brain flower's tone became gruff and grief. "You trampled to death Brother 7. It's full of fat, and it's delicious."

Although there are many brains on a tree, the Holy Spirit is not in it.

[He compresses himself to the size of a bun, and is trying to take advantage of the chaos. ]

"Location?"

In Lu Yan's mind, the base map appeared again, along with a flashing red light spot.

The high-intensity use of talent did indeed cause Lu Yan to have an adverse reaction.

Lu Yan was hungry.

Not ordinary hunger, but a hunger full of longing. ‌is a primitive, animal craving for energy.

He picked up the knife and ran towards the red dot.

‌Li used to be the most prosperous commercial center in Changjia. Although the city has been occupied for ten years, the shops and spacious streets on both sides still show the shadow of prosperity.

It suddenly rained in the sky. Lu Yan shuttled through the streets like a ghost in a rainy night.

He stopped at the door of a restaurant. The security door was broken long ago, and it was dark inside, with cracked tiles and a table that fell on top.

The fog still hung in the air, and from the depths came the breath of a beast.

Lu Yan inevitably felt sleepy for a while, ‌‌drowsy, very similar to the one at the airport before.

The system's tone is full of sarcasm: [It's anxious, it's anxious, it jumps over the wall in a hurry, trying to pull you back into the conscious space, and run away while you're in a dream. ]

[Meeting my brother is also dead, and being caught by you is also dead. Waiting to die, at the hands of the younger brother, may it be more face-saving? ]

Lu Yan: "Can I see my brother again?"

[Didn't you already see it? ]

Lu Yan raised his head and looked at the glass in front of him. The glass was slightly dirty, and with the dim light, the scene above was hazy.

The system said: [‌is the Holy Spirit, something you see in your consciousness space. ]

Lu Yan was facing the glass, but what he saw was his own back. Cold and depressed.

The man in the glass slowly turned his head to the side. There is no face, replaced by bright red tentacles, a huge blood hole on the neck, and a fleshy whisker sticks out of the blood hole. The rest of the square was well wrapped in clothes.

Compared to many monsters that Lu Yan saw, his younger brother's appearance can only be regarded as generally disgusting.

However, only seeing the hazy shadow, Lu Yan had the urge to vomit, and his stomach turned upside down. Golden fish scales emerged from his arms. Unlike before, the fish scales cut through the muscles and skin once, like thorns growing from the body.

Blood gushed down, and the pain came from inside his eyes. He couldn't hold it in, he bent down, leaned against the wall, and spat out.

It has nothing to do with what you see, the feeling of nausea is more like a complication of the use of talent.

Lu Yan raised his head again, there was no trace of his younger brother on the glass.

Lu Yan was in a trance for a moment: "So what does he look like?"

[If it weren't for your eyes, you probably wouldn't be able to look him directly. ]

The system's tone was inexplicably sarcastic: [But when he turned around, he just wanted to look at you. ]