Chapter 1276: Death is coming

These fragments are like flying dust, forming black flowers after another.
Death is the only color of these flowers.
For cartoons that pursue sound and light effects, this is definitely a failure, but for a killer, listening to his own death in a silent place is simply the most terrifying "special effect" in the world.
All the forbidden curse effects did not appear between the dimensions, but entered the sea of ​​consciousness that blew bubbles.
"Small Universe, let it out!"
Almost with a crying sound, blowing bubbles immediately released the knowledge abroad, forming a small universe of fighting posture. Although there is no enemy and no enemy can be seen, this kind of life and death crisis still appears in the first place. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, I've saved a big deal now, and a few soul curses could kill him.
Ivey certainly wouldn't take it for granted. The enemy is a battle-tested and can't make a fake. When two people who have experienced battles get close to each other, they will have this kind of induction, and their nerves that have repeatedly escaped the death trap have already known everything.
Bang!
A colorless and transparent ripple, of course, will not be seen by the naked eye, but the soul can sense it. Although this ripple is weak, it can turn all visible and invisible soul creations into nothing, and it is horrible to be silent.
In fact, when it was built in the small soul world of Haili and others, it took a great risk, just like humans have mastered nuclear weapons, which is a double-edged sword. In terms of threats, Ivey feels even better than nuclear weapons, just like anti-matter weapons. This is a small point, enough to destroy the world.
But the external performance is so indifferent, using most of the world to make bets. Even Ivey didn't agree to do this at first, it was Hailey who kept asking him. Let Ivey’s soul forbidden curse escalate again and again, now that even he is somewhat uncontrollable, and accidents will happen if he is not paying attention. Finally, I have to force these girls not to fight like this.
I'm afraid of you, so be careful not to marry in the future. Then he got a earnest sigh from Haili.
"We are too weak and we can only fight our lives."
Speaking of this sentence is very sad, and Ivey’s feelings are even more profound. After all, on the small blue planet, he experienced the horror of a tenth-level accordion performer and an eighth-level sleeping pill spokesperson. People just made it clear to bully you. , We have to roll in, roll in again, and retreat to capital...Well, there is power everywhere, and you can only be more powerful in order not to be abandoned by the world.
Therefore, things like the world are not so warm and affectionate. Even if they are dressed in colorful clothes and painted with powder, they cannot change the nature of its dark forest.
Life carries original sin from birth, and only in the process of looting other lives can one grow stronger.
Ivey accepted his fate and joined this helpless drifting with the crowd.
Juan chant, who is afraid of whom?
I fear you! I am afraid of death! I am afraid of everything, you lunatics!
Ivey couldn't hear the inner monologues of blowing bubbles, and blowing bubbles couldn't convey these monologues.
At this moment, he is still doing a "big tree imitation show" in the "back wave" dimension. He is like a crop planted in the ground, unable to move at all, being suppressed by a few sticks.
In fact, if he concentrates all his strength, no matter how many sticks he has, it will break instantly. But can he concentrate? he can not.
No one can let him.
All of his mental energy is concentrated in the small universe, and the small universe, in this way, expands and expands in the dimension of the rear waves, and concentrates on burning mental power and inspiring the soul, even if it is caught in constant soul fatigue afterwards, it will not hesitate, whatever. You have to live first to talk about the future, right?
A transparent ripple, the anti-matter of the soul world, the super soul magic forbidden curse, burst out in the small universe of blowing bubbles.
Where I have said, all tangible and intangible existences are shattered.
reconstruction!
With an order, the soul continued to spit out energy, and the small universe was full of vitality. However, the next moment, another circle of ripples was stimulated, still the kind of transparent forbidden curse, or the kind of energy that destroys everything.
Damn it, there is no end? Is it all like this? How much manpower, material and effort are needed to manufacture such a major strategic weapon?
However, the overwhelming black dahlias, wave-riding warheads, and the twin star soul forbidden curse in the warheads that are entangled with each other...All these show that the enemy really has it, and there is something beyond his ability to understand.
How proud is this? What kind of second generation is this?
Blowing bubbles doesn't think it can be created temporarily. In his cognition, this must be the accumulation of a family trillions, but it was used all at once. Is this a conspiracy against him?
I can only think so, otherwise, why did I see him as if he was killed by his father and robbed his wife?
It's hard to understand such an incomprehension!
In fact, he is reluctant to admit that he feels that he does not match the specifications for entertaining himself. In other words, someone who can show such strength to deal with himself may not need such a cost to kill himself, or even simply kill himself. The alliance issues a related task.
Yes, as long as they have money, they are willing to do anything.
Even many times, I want to sell myself by blowing bubbles.
Fortunately, with such a buffer time, I feel like I have hope of surviving while blowing bubbles.
Bang bang bang bang!
As if to respond to him, more wave riders hit his head, bursting out bursts of death flying dust, forming gray flowers.
Fireworks are easy to get cold. These are cooling fireworks~EbookFREE.me~ Ripples, like raindrops falling on a calm lake, but heralding death.
"No, I don't want to end like this!" Blowing bubbles, his eyes split, half angry and half scared.
For many years, he has been committed to taking the lives of others, and now, when it is his turn to belch, he finally knows that he is afraid.
No one can laugh at him, basically all physiologically normal people do.
Human hormones determine that human beings tend to be more slut. Only the individual mutations are more noble and great, and should be respected more.
Asking others by the standards of a saint, and demanding themselves by the standards of a bitch, how many people do this?
Anyway, he is blowing bubbles. Now he also knows he is. People often see themselves better when facing death.
When he was dying, his potential exploded, he blew bubbles and shouted, suddenly blowing bubbles into his own small universe.
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