Tribute to the Demon King

The big deal is to die again.The infinitely resurrected self, it doesn't matter if you die once or twice, and there is no difference...

"You're right."

Zhou Yi's calm voice sounded behind her.

The blue flames in his eyes had already dissipated, but for some reason it seemed even more terrifying.

"It's time to teach you a lesson for being so arrogant and rude."

The next moment, Zhou Yi pulled out her upper body from the mud snake's neck with great force.Her upper body was not covered with a single strand, but on the broken waist, fine dark golden snake scales were scattered.

When her spine was torn off, the snake scales that had gradually turned into skin and flesh also froze, and turned back into white clay, dripping to the ground.

After Bucong Zhiwa detached from the mud snake, the mud snake quickly collapsed, fell to the ground with a bang, and turned into mud and filled it into the abyss.

Blood and clay mixed together in a color reminiscent of a strawberry sundae.

"Congratulations, you successfully killed me once."

Zhou Yi's voice didn't have a trace of emotional temperature: "Then next, the difficulty of the game will be increased three times... You can play again, and I will die if you play it three times."

Chapter 18 Shaman, the elements now obey my orders!

Bucong Zhiwa's head widened his eyes, as if he wanted to justify something.

However, Zhou Yi couldn't see her expression, and didn't pay attention to what she wanted to say.

His pupils shone as pale as stars.Although her expression was very calm, Alice could see that Zhou Yi's body was burning with mana and vitality that was as surging as the sea.

Even though it was hundreds of meters away, Alice still felt that the light was so dazzling...and luxurious.

Especially after being killed once and successfully revived, Zhou Yi's body was filled with terrifying mana fluctuations.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's squandering mana power, if drawn from magicians, could drain the magic power of ten Erica-level magicians every second.

Even for a godslayer, that is not a negligible consumption of mana.But every time Zhou Yi inhales, more powerful mantra will flow into his body from nature, replenish the missing mantra, and release it out of the body again when he exhales next time.

His not-so-fast-paced inhalation and breathing made the mana power form a huge and harmonious cycle around him, and it was continuously purified and became hotter. Zhou Yi's muscles and bones were also flowing like a torrent. The spell power is continuously strengthened, and then absorbs more energy.

If it was said that Zhou Yi's body could only hold one cup of water, then after his resurrection, it would be three cups.The extra two cups were released by Zhou Yi, driving the surrounding water into and out of Zhou Yi's body.After repeating dozens of times, the inertia of the water flow forms a huge eddy, drawing more water into it.

Even if Bucong Zhiwa wanted to use that ancient sword to curse Zhou Yi again, he would be deflected by the tidal veil of magic power around him, and he would not be able to cut off exactly where he wanted to cut off—the principle is that It's like the magic used by ordinary magicians will be bounced off by the anti-magic power of the godslayer.

Although Zhou Yi is still not completely immune to this kind of curse, if he continues to maintain this posture of pumping out energy and continues to improve... then it is not necessarily so.

The next moment, Zhou Yi's five fingers clenched tightly.

The mighty force enough to kill the giant dragon with one hand crushed Bucong Zhiwa's head like a watermelon.

Her unsupported half body fell powerlessly to the ground, lost its color like the blood-stained ancient sword, cracked and crumbled into white clay.

The surroundings became quiet again, and the enemy once again disappeared before Zhou Yi's eyes.Still don't know where she will appear next time.

Zhou Yi just closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Under his feet, a layer of cobweb-like silver-gray lines spread out from the ground, thinly covering the ground.

But Zhou Yi himself still stood there motionless.

That gesture is reminiscent of a spider waiting for its prey to bite.

After ten seconds of silence, Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

The picture around him gradually froze, but a dozen meters in front of Liliana and Alice, there was a transparent bubble rising from the void.

The first thing that sticks out from the cracked air bubble is a white and powerful right hand.

Its five fingers were slightly separated and pointed to the ground, sinking like five parallel pillars, and the five fingers quickly nailed into the ground.When the fingers touched the ground, the strong impact like a pile driver made the surrounding ground tremble slightly.

—hit.

Although there was no evidence, Liliana and Alice who were not far away believed this inexplicably when they saw the hand landed on the ground with incomparable precision.

After the attack was completed, the invisible bubble around Zhou Yi finally burst, revealing his half-kneeling figure on the ground.

At the same time, the afterimage that Zhou Yi left in place before slowly dissipated like a bubble.

"……caught you."

Zhou Yi whispered to himself with an inexplicable smile.

His right hand was slowly clenched under the ground, like a woodpecker biting a bug, and the right hand that had clamped something was slowly pulled out.

Zhou Yi clamped the neck of a wet Bucong Zhiwa who was formed only above the abdomen, and half of it was pulled out from the ground—that is, the chest and above were above the ground, and the rest was still below the ground. posture.

This kind of pulling seems to have given Zhiwa a strong sense of pain.Her head, which was still clay-colored, showed a painful expression, and as the clay gradually became human, the expression on her face became more vivid, and the empty eyes gradually showed a little bit of pain. Part emotion.

"You've let me down a bit. It's like punching cotton."

Zhou Yi lowered his head, and whispered to the disobedient Zhiwa in his hand: "One year of preparation time, plus one sneak attack, did you kill me only once..."

At this moment, Zhou Yi realized how deep his heterogeneity was.

The self who once unfolded the body of pure goodness and increased his full power by nine times was able to barely hang and beat the disobedient Wa, and he couldn't kill him instantly.In the end, she was taken aback and escaped calmly.

But now, Zhou Yi can't even unfold the royal land in front of her...

Logically speaking, a godslayer would only have a [-]% chance of winning against any god who did not obey.Only this time, Zhou Yi felt extraordinarily relaxed about killing the gods.