Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 633 Psychic Skills

The basin is gone.

Baige City also disappeared, and in its place was an extremely huge, flat and smooth pit, just like an ugly scar left on the earth after a grown tree was uprooted.

Even when looking down from the sky, the pit is so eye-catching. When you are actually in it, the gray-white edge that extends for who knows how many kilometers gives you a feeling of insignificance.

"cough"

The endless ashes floating in the air suddenly became chaotic and were soon penetrated by a hand.

It was an arm covered with red-gold cracks, reminiscent of broken porcelain. More bodies broke through the ashes. Song Shi staggered a few steps. His whole body was like his arm. Hot golden blood seeped out along the cracks. Every drop that fell could burn a hole in the ground that would last for a long time.

This is a state of "self-immolation".

"Heavenly Law Tribulation Fire, Heavenly Law Tribulation Fire. Hey, phlogiston."

Song Shi shook his head.

"It seems that you failed to kill me."

".Well."

In the thick layer of ash, there lay a being that barely looked like a human.

Yu Juncai.

He looked at the young man who was walking towards him step by step, and even when his life was about to disappear, he still couldn't help being shocked.

The destructive power of [Heavenly Tribulation Fire] is indeed terrifying, but this attack is not at full power after all. He thinks he is confident that he can take it on, provided that he has sufficient preparation time, and he will still suffer a considerable degree of injury.

But from what he could sense, although the other party had horrific injuries, his aura had not declined much.

The abilities of [Forging Flame] and [Burning Blood].
Yu Juncai thought.

Then came relief.

Fortunately, he had accomplished his mission. This man who was bound to become the enemy of the East Land Republic would eventually be suppressed in advance.

"The body is broken, the mind is broken. There's no hope." Song Shi walked up to the man and asked, "Anything else you want to say?"

After a few seconds, a low and hoarse voice sounded.

"Who are you?" Yu Juncai moved his lips: "Name."

"Nandou." Song Shi sighed: "Sorry, I definitely won't tell you this."

"Is that so?" Yu Juncai said in a low voice: "Even a strong man like you can't change much. You choose to believe those people, but they are bound to let you down."

"That's not something I'm considering."

Song Shi inserted the heavy knife and sat down, and a dent was pressed on the ash.

"I only do what I want to do, regardless of whether they can do it or not." Song Shihun didn't care: "Do I look like someone who likes to be a nanny?"

"Um"

Yu Juncai closed his eyes, his breathing weak and feeble.

"What a pity. I won't be able to see the day when a new path is opened."

Song Shi waited for a while and found that Yu Juncai could no longer say a word.

The ashes of disaster floated in the environment. These residues left by the [Heavenly Disaster Fire] gave people an extremely desolate and dilapidated feeling. They swam silently and flew to higher places.

But there is clearly no wind in Baige City right now.

An unimaginably huge shadow emerged from behind the gray sky, just like a whale rising from the bottom of the abyss, except that the area of ​​this shadow was countless times larger than that of the whale.

The muscle layers and scales contracted into an endless boundary line, like a giant beast flowing in the mountains, covering the sky. Behind the drifting black iron curtain, a pair of golden vertical pupils slowly emerged.

Its existence itself created an inexplicable gravitational force, which attracted the ashes of disasters within a radius of dozens of miles to flow towards it, like a gray-white vortex that made the sky bow its head.

Opposite it, there was an illusory five-chariot, in which an old man in a formal dress sat, holding a red lacquered bow. Compared to the giant snake that came out of the myth, the old man was as small as a speck of dust, but anyone who came here in person would know one thing.

The two sides were facing each other on an equal footing.

In fact, the old man is slightly stronger.

The two fifth-ring psychics are among the top ones, even in the current extremely high-intensity war that is spreading across Terra.

The most recent battle of this magnitude was between Vice-Patriot Wuzong of Ye'nan and a Grand Duke of the Vanpusta Empire. The result of the all-out fight between the two sides was that an area of ​​the inland sea was almost evaporated and the seabed collapsed.

At this moment, I wonder how many pairs of eyes are staring at this place, considering actions and gains and losses.

The old man had a blank expression on his face. He drew his bow and shot an arrow into the air.

A few breaths later, a ball of silver fireworks exploded in the mid-Earth orbit.

"This... a new face that came out of nowhere."

The first to speak was the giant snake. Her voice was like thunder, but surprisingly not harsh.

"You killed Yu Juncai? That's great, that's awesome." She said with a smile: "Did you see the old man across the street? He was furious. As a thank you, I can save your life."

"Our Pure White Creatures' talent introduction policy has always been generous. Even if you want to have sex with me, it's not impossible to talk about it—"

"Shameless whore!" Shen Erfeng's expression darkened: "She really deserves to die!"

"Please stop taking your feudal dregs so seriously. Why can't you be a little more modern in your free love?"

As Beverly was speaking, her vertical pupils suddenly lit up, and then there was a "crackling" sound of glass breaking in the air. It was the sound of the biological force field being broken - Shen Erfeng's arrow aimed at the young man below was blocked by her.

"Shh, it really hurts."

Beverly spat out her tongue but still smiled: "I'll call you Nandou for now. I don't think I can delay it for too long. I suggest you make a decision quickly."

"——have sex with you?"

The heavy knife was pulled out, Song Shi shook his body and stood up.

"The generous talent introduction policy is just taking advantage of me first?"

"Oh, this." Beverly's body swam slowly: "If you have a tendency in that area, I can guarantee that it will be a new experience for you every time. By the way, no matter what style you like, I can reshape it into what you want."

Hearing these words, Shen Erfeng's face became even uglier.

His gaze lingered on Yu Juncai's face with his eyes closed for a while.

"In this era where people's hearts are no longer as they used to be, and rituals and music are in decline, you cannot escape responsibility."

The large bow painted with vermilion was pulled open little by little, and the old man's voice was as cold as ice, revealing an undisguised murderous intent.

"Want to recruit him? You will all die."

Beverly ignored the old man. She just slowly tightened her scales and kept looking at the young man, waiting for an answer. "Come on, it's already this late. Do you still want to say something?"

The response was a sneer.

"If I really did what you said, I wouldn't be here in the first place."

The red-gold fire burst into flames, and standing in the fire, the young man raised his heavy sword.

"What a shame, what a shame." Beverly sighed sincerely, "Then you will have no choice but to die here."

At this moment, the momentum between the old man and the giant snake suddenly lost its original sense of confrontation, as if they had reached a brief consensus. It was also with this subtle change that, at least at this moment, the auras of both sides vaguely merged into one.

Boom. No, not a loud noise in the physical sense.

It was clearly an illusion caused by the pressure on the senses caused by two terrifying spiritual energies! Since the two sides collided at the same time, the sky seemed like the sea surface hit by an unparalleled external force. The air was violently fluctuating as if it had substance, and a huge depression was squeezed out that expanded rapidly!

Marsh stayed where he was.

Without any additional tools, he could clearly see that the sky in the distance was slowly falling. Even if he only stared at it for a few seconds, he felt dizzy - the oppressive feeling he felt at this moment was stronger and more terrifying than that of the red evil star before.

It was so big that it was beyond imagination. It was like a pitch-black giant snake as big as a mountain, coiling calmly in the sky. Even though it was separated by an unknown number of kilometers, one could still barely make out its outline. Fear inevitably rose in my heart, the fear that came from the deepest part of my blood and genes when I suddenly saw a tiger in the wilderness.

There was deathly silence all around.

This is what happened when the evil star arrived not long ago.

But it's different now.

If the previous silence was the breath-holding of fear and anticipation while watching a movie that was about to reach its climax, then the silence at this moment was pure, bewildered and dead silence.

They are the plumbers in the community, the grassroots clerks who work late at night in the office to push forward the progress, the black doctors who cannot pay the union dues and have had their medical licenses revoked, and the gang members who roam the streets. Then, they all become vagrants.

They became part of this team.

Many of them had not heard of the so-called "Heavenly Catastrophe Fire", but they knew another thing - everyone living on this land knew the leaders of both sides of this war.

Chairman of the board of directors of Pure White Creatures and vice president of the East Land Republic.

Even the slightest bit of information that leaked out from the cracks in the news about them was enough to make people unbelievable. Their lips opened and closed unconsciously, not knowing what to say.

And at this moment, they appeared here together.

For Nam Doo.

Some people vomited a few times, as if they had vomited out bile, while others sobbed quietly.

Why is it so
"——There should be a lot of people looking at this place right now, right?"

Crack, crack, like the sound of ice breaking bit by bit, slowly sounded as Song Shi raised his head. The almost materialized power above his head seemed to have no effect on him at all.

Shen Erfeng glanced at them coldly, and only Beverly smiled and replied, "Indeed, there are quite a few. Teacher Shen just shot down a satellite."

"That's wonderful."

Cracks were all over the body, and hot blood kept flowing out.

Even Song Shi could not ignore the destructive power of a direct hit from [Heavenly Tribulation Fire] and suffered serious injuries. However, he currently relied on the "self-immolation" state to suppress the impact of the injury, allowing his spiritual energy to remain at a high level.

"Otherwise, relying solely on the fourth ring's spiritual power to attract a large amount of traffic would be a bit difficult even for me."

".oh?"

Compared to the old man who was slowly building up his strength and whose aura was becoming more and more dangerous, Beverly showed great patience. She said with interest.

"According to this statement, could it be that everything that is happening now was planned by you in advance?"

Song Shi exhaled a breath of burning air, and the floating ash in front of him suddenly scattered: "Half and half."

"Then I am really curious." Beverly shook her head: "Just for, um, hype? You put yourself forward, a psychic with such a talent. Should I say that you are very artistic and humorous?"

"This is the first time I've heard someone praise me for my artistic talent." The young man's mouth curled up slightly: "But, next, I really want to open your eyes."

"I'm looking forward to it." Beverly said cheerfully, "Don't worry, my visual sensory system has gone through thousands of iterations, and its performance is still pretty good. I'll make sure to record everything in all directions."

"hehe."

Song Shi said slowly.

"You know, death can maximize a person's potential, and even allow him to do things that he thought were impossible in the past. I have spent a lot of time on this, trying to tap into new powers."

Beverly understood and narrowed her pupils: "Self-created psychic skills."

"But the so-called fear of death is not that useful to me." Song Shi shrugged: "After all, I have been beaten to the brink of death more than once or twice. Wandering on the edge of life and death, isn't this the basic skill of a psychic?"

"So, you changed direction," Beverly said.

"It's not a change of direction." Song Shi knocked on Chong Shi's hand: "It's just that I figured out one thing."

"To maximize one's potential when near death, one actively puts oneself in a near-death state. This is too utilitarian and too boring. How can such a deliberate move truly stimulate one's potential?"

The young man raised his index finger.

"I live to live. No, I die to live a wonderful life and to do what I want. I don't die just to die."

"In less than half a year, you have created such a momentum, caught a Heavenly Law Tribulation Fire, and finally attracted two Fifth Rings to come for you." Beverly nodded: "No matter how strict the standards are, you are in the category of 'living a wonderful life'."

"Wonderful? I guess so." Song Shi shook his index finger: "But it's not enough. This is totally not enough."

Shen Erfeng seemed to want to hear what this "Nan Dou" had to say. He paused for a moment, holding the red lacquered bow, while Beverly politely said, "Please..."

“The power to turn the impossible into the possible”

“The power comes from the heart and belief.”

Song Shi raised his hand and slowly clenched it into a fist.

"That's a very convincing argument." Beverly yawned lazily. "But isn't it a bit redundant for you to say this to the three of us?"

"It's unnecessary. It's unnecessary for us." Song Shi laughed softly: "But for many people, it's not unnecessary."

"Hmm?" Shen Erfeng's eyebrows suddenly moved.

In his perception, the other party's "temperature" was rising, as if it was rising endlessly, completely ignoring his own injuries. This was a more hysterical burning than "self-immolation". The former still required time, and the process of the firewood burning out, but now it seemed as if
"I promised them I would bring them a symbol."

In the sixth minute after the arrival of the Heavenly Tribulation Fire, the red-gold flame was ignited for the second time.

Towards the psychic in the sky, it transformed into a meteor rising from the horizon, moving straight ahead, leaving behind a dazzling trail!
New creation of Nandou.

——Psionic Skills: [A Crack in the Sky].

Achieved here.

(End of this chapter)