Wanjie Invitation

Chapter 335 Mass Production of Collapsing Jade
Because Yang Jian felt it, there was a feeling that could threaten him...

Crazy, cold, twisted, and ominous...

This feeling is very annoying, just like in a dark night atmosphere where you can't see your fingers, your eyes are secretly staring at you. No matter how close you are, you can't feel its existence.

It's obviously evil, but it doesn't seem to have any feelings. In short, it's disgusting.

After a while, to everyone's surprise, all the wormholes did not expand this time, but slowly gathered together, and finally turned into a circular channel with a diameter of less than one meter.

Under the passage, there are hundreds of millions of radiant spheres that are constantly reorganizing and splitting. One has thick lips, is covered with large pores, has light yellow skin, a head of rough curly hair, and that slender, weird goat-like body. The man with the wide ears slowly fell down from the passage, and then he slowly crawled towards Zhang Ying and the others.

As for what to say about climbing?

Because his lower body has a thick tail and countless tentacles, it looks extremely weird.

"Under Wilbur Whateley, we Protoss have taken a fancy to this world. Are you stretching your hands a little too far?" Wilbur Whateley first looked at it with his beast-like face. After leaving Ma Xiaoling alone, she showed a disdainful expression.

When he turned his head to Yang Jian again, he continued to look cautious. As for Zhang Ying, Wilbur Whateley looked puzzled. He didn't understand why the man in front of him had no breath at all, and it made everyone uncomfortable. Carelessly pay attention to him, and then be attracted to him.

As the Cthulhu Protoss, the son of Yog Sothoth, he has absolutely arrogant capital.

Because his father is also called "the key of the door" or "the one who is all things in one life and all things are one", in the system constructed by August William Dress for the myth of Cthulhu, Yog Sothoth is One of the existences that symbolizes "earth" among the old days.

He resides outside the space-time continuum, which is not generally believed to exist in this universe and this dimension, nor bound by time and space.

No matter in any plane, time and space are the strongest laws, and this matter is self-evident.

In addition, he has more than half of his father's blood, so he has the capital to fight for his father.

But the guys in front of him didn't seem very simple, so he patiently asked them.

Cthulhu Protoss?
Yang Jian and Ma Xiaoling didn't feel anything, but Zhang Ying's face was getting worse and worse.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that such a force stood behind the Hell Cinema.

Then, hell apartment or some other plane...

This is captivity, allowing human beings to play various life and death games invisible in their plane.

But I can hardly get any strengthening, even if I get strengthened, it is within their range.

Watching the prey being feared, desperate, and betrayed, all kinds of negative emotions are constantly pouring out.

And they're enjoying the feast of the carnival, and...enhancement.

But just as Wilbur Whateley was waiting for the few people in front of him to reply, there were waves in the void, and the fog centered on Wilbur Whateley was rapidly fading by itself.

Wilbur Whateley suddenly felt that everything around him began to change, the fog dissipated, and flower petals continued to fall from the sky.

And he was already outside the Temple of Cthulhu, and his father Yog Sothos was looking at him expressionlessly.

"Wilbur Whateley, you've messed up our captive world." The horns on his father's dark face were burning with black flames, and some painful souls were constantly struggling on the slender nails.

"boom!!!"

With a gentle grip of the father's palm, the burning pain of those souls ended.

"Oh! My dear father, I didn't mess with it, and everything is under control." Wilbur Whateley smiled, looked at this father he had always been jealous of, and said back without hesitation.

It seemed that this was the first time he was treated like this by his own son. Yog Sothoth was taken aback for a moment, and was about to reprimand him, but in the next moment, his body froze.

He felt a cold and ominous atmosphere, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and in the depths of the cliff, countless tentacles were spreading, entangled it, and wanted to drag it into hell.

"Wilbur Whateley, are you going to attack your great father?" Yog Sothoth shouted angrily, and the surrounding space began to shatter.

Wilbur Whateley didn't care at all when he saw his father being so angry, he laughed fiercely: "It's a very interesting ability, to dare to confuse the Cthulhu Protoss, but you are wrong about one thing, my Father will never show his strength in front of anyone, he is the most ordinary creature at any time, and this kind of him is the scariest thing about him."

When Yog Sothoth heard Wilbur Whateley's words, his pupils shrank. Although his face was calm, his breathing began to become rapid. He felt that his back was getting soaked.

He wanted to struggle, but every time he struggled, there was a feeling that his soul and body would be broken, and then a series of spells were uttered from his mouth.

I saw a slender Zanpakuto appear from the void, and then a transparent canvas made of Ouguang and spiritual power covered himself, making him slowly disappear.

26 ~ Quguang of Bindao.

Just when Yog Sothoth thought he could escape.

The sound of chains began to sound from the surroundings, and a blood-stained giant cross dragged a string of iron chains down from the sky, stabbing towards Yog-Sothoth.

This is…

breath of death...

Yog Sothoth was desperate, he seemed to be playing too much now, thinking that his cautious character would be counter-killed by others, just at the moment when he will close your eyes.

The cross disappeared, the palace disappeared, and there was an ordinary road in front of him.

In the middle of the road, except for an old bus and a few people standing.

A man with a slender figure, short brown hair, and black glasses was kneeling on the ground on one knee, panting.

He held the Zanpakuto in one hand, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead continuously, splashing a trace of dust on the ground that was sticky all over the land, blooming like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water.

"Aizen Soyousuke." Zhang Ying frowned and said to the man in front of him, "You should be able to perfectly integrate Bengyu now, why not use it."

"Lord, there is no one else. This creature of the Cthulhu Protoss matches my Bengyu very well, so I dare not use it, but as long as I catch him and study it, maybe I can mass-produce Bengyu." The knives supported the body and stood up and said.

(End of this chapter)