Supreme Spirit Lord

The air waves containing mixed energy moved forward at high speed, instantly destroying the originally unstable space channel.

And it seemed to have a tracking function, all the way forward, and soon caught up with Lin Yile who was in the space transmission channel.

When he realized that the air wave was approaching his body, it was too late to defend, so he could only force his body to rise slightly, transfer the impact of the air wave that would have landed on his heart to his shoulders, and rely on the strength of his body to resist.

This gust of air doesn't look that scary, but the moment it hit Lin Yile's shoulder, there was a sound of scapula breaking.

A muffled snort sounded from his nose, and Lin Yile had no doubt that if his strength hadn't returned to the peak of the holy level, and he had tempered his body strength to the holy body, the blow might have shattered not just his shoulder blades, but his entire shoulder .

The impact of the air wave pushed him forward a distance of a hundred feet, severe pain spread from his shoulder, and a mouthful of blood suddenly rushed to his throat, which was swallowed by Lin Yile again.

The sweet and fishy smell filled the whole mouth, but it didn't attract his attention.

Looking up at the somewhat illusory and blurred landscape not far away, Lin Yile's eyes narrowed slightly, and the imprints in his hands changed rapidly, instantly stabilizing the ever-fluctuating space exit. The afterimage rushed into the exit of the space that was constantly changing between illusion and solidification.

When he speeded up, the entrance of the space transmission channel also collapsed, forming a small space storm and chasing Lin Yile directly.

The spring sun is just right, and there are occasional white clouds drifting across the endless blue sky.

In the dense forest, a clear stream that is no more than a child's ankle depth is even more sparkling and diffuses brilliant light in the sun.

On a boulder as tall as a person by the stream, a man in white was lying on his side. His long black hair, as smooth as a crow's feather, was casually scattered behind him. Fastened with buttons, it's loose and slouchy.

The man in white was playing with a small round stone in his hand, with a little green in the black, it kept flying up and down on his soft and white fingers with overly round and soft knuckles, but it never fell off.

"Chunhe Jingming, prosperous times and rising sun, I only hope that one person is safe." The man raised his eyes and looked at the blue sky, his moist lips were slightly raised under the mask, showing a smile, and a clear and mellow voice sounded, with a different kind of magnetism, It is unbearably intoxicated.

Hearing this, the boy who was catching fish in the stream raised his head, looked at it, and asked doubtfully, "Sir, why don't you wish the prosperous world to last forever?"

Although the boy is not very old, his appearance is extremely delicate and cute, especially those eyes, which are like cubs of a fox, which are full of strange charm. There seems to be a strange attraction in the eyes, which makes people unconscious Indulging in it, unwilling to leave.

"You do have ambition." The man chuckled, and flicked his wrist casually. The small stone in his hand was like a dart, following the flow of the stream, bouncing and falling dozens of times before finally sinking to the bottom of the water.

After the small stone fell into the water, the man in white looked away, looked at the boy not far away, supported the big stone with his arms, sat upright, and said with a smile: "But you can't even support yourself and your younger brothers and sisters now, so what protection do you have?" This prosperous world lasts forever?"

"This is only temporary." The boy clenched his fists and waved his delicate little face full of dissatisfaction, and said: "Mister also said that background and talent are not important, only those who reach the last step will be the last." The winner, and I will definitely be the one who goes to the end!"

As the boy's expression became agitated, a cinnabar mole about the size of a drop of water gradually became alive on his forehead, making him even more radiant.