Chapter 442: Door key

However, the dragon was very stingy. It knew that there was no problem with the sword in the hands of Thea, and he still kept his responsibilities, blocked the entrance halfway, and looked at her nervously.
Miss Wu is a little bit embarrassed. Victory is as powerful as the sword of oath. This is true. Its limitations are also not small. The mental dragon in front of it is loyal to its duties. The intention of the holy sword does not want to hurt it.
If Lu Xia forcibly drives, a layer of separation will be formed between the person and the sword. The initial impression of the two sides is not good, and it will be difficult to reverse it later. From another perspective, this dragon is both a guardian and an extradition. Without it, Sia cannot reach the unreal world.
I felt that she didn't take any further action, and the spirit dragon secretly relieved.
It is not afraid of death, but it will not seek death. Hesitating for a moment, it proposes a compromise that it does not violate the regulations.
"Find someone who is eligible to enter Paradise Lost and ask him to invite you in. This is my biggest concession."
Guccia smiled, and as a result she could accept "guardian as you wish."
After speaking, she sat down in place, if it is really difficult for others to meet this condition, there are 6 billion people on the planet, who is qualified and who is not, and the vastness of people finds no clue. But she understands the plot, and Thea is here because of this understanding. She knows who is eligible to enter here.
Many years ago, a little boy entered a paradise of paradise in a dream. The reason is unknown and the purpose is unknown. He thought it was just a happy dream. In fact, there is a real world, a world composed entirely of spiritual power .
男孩 This boy is no one else. It is the "dead" Boston Brand. He has little contact with Thea, but on the spiritual level, she is regarded as a god.
The mental dragon is a little surprised why why Sia is sitting still, shouldn't she be full in the world to find people who are qualified to enter the Paradise Lost, does she want to sit still and protest?
But it is very patient, and it does not change into a stone statue in a hurry. It is also lying on the ground, more patient? It has spent millions of years alone, and the most important thing is patience.
However, it was dumbfounded in less than ten minutes, and the dead man in the red tights floated in.
As a guardian, it can be seen at a glance that this inexplicable living body is qualified to enter the Paradise Lost. It is not difficult to guess that the other party happened to pass the one-billionth chance.
Now the contradiction between Hal Jordan and Senistor is getting sharper. As a friend of Hal, a subordinate under the name of Senistor, the dead have been living on the earth during this time, fooling dogs and cats every day.
"Boss, this place is really hard to find!" The dead man hovered in the air. He complained in his mouth, with a bit of vigilance in his heart, staring at the spirit dragon intently, wondering for a moment whether he was going to sting the big guy ?
The spirit dragon groaned for a few seconds. "The human king holding the holy sword, I obey the agreement and can take you into Paradise Lost, but your body can't get in. There is a world composed of spiritual forces."
Lucia is happy, the human king with the holy sword? This dragon is quite talkative. When she plans to find Paradise Lost, she knows that the body cannot enter. This small problem can be solved by the holy sword. It converges the will and fantasy of the holy sword. It has many functions. Miscellaneous is like the stars of the sky.
Holding the hilt made by Xingshi, one person and one sword communicated a little, and a power was transmitted from the sword body. This is the power of fantasy, which can make the impossible possible.
Lu Xia ’s body gradually faded, and the body made up of material had all turned into spirit. This is one of the functions of the holy sword, which allows the holder to freely transform between reality and reality, without sequelae and no time limit.
She was originally mentally powerful, and now she has received the strength of the body. Her mental body is more than three meters high, and she combed for a long time before returning to her normal shape.
The holy sword that I have been holding in her hands also shines with a glorious glory. The two complement each other. The holy sword gives the hero the power, and the hero also gives the holy sword a new emotion.
In the eyes of the dead and the dragon of mental power, At this time, Diya is dazzling like a moving sun. Only she knows that her spiritual power is affected by the unicorn clone, far from reaching the upper limit of her energy level. Pure, solid, and glorious are all given by the Holy Sword.
Only by increasing the total amount of their mental strength, swallowing up the small, abandoning their personality traits, and absorbing the two homologous avatars can finally complete the concept of "self."
Looked at the heroicization of Thea, the spirit dragon no longer had excuses, and reluctantly turned around "Come on my back, I will take you in."
"Why are we going? I still have a date at night ..." The dead man flew up to the dragon's back, and turned to ask Thea.
Miss Yun can only explain her purpose once.
"Wait a while ... Do you mean that I have been in this place before?" The dead man pointed at the fast-moving channel around, although he was already incorporeal, he still hugged the dragon's neck and looked around, some Ask Thea uncertainly.
"Yes, Boston Brand, you used to be one of the visitors here, at a time you have forgotten ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The dragon is very kind to him" Here is the gap between the universe, time, and space, No matter how long you stay inside, it's just one night outside, it's safe to have me lead you. "
Lu Xia sat silently on the back of the dragon, and the surrounding passages were exuding psychedelic red light, but just a casual glance, she saw countless people and countless affairs, war plagues, celebrations and harvests. Countless good and bad are in front of her eyes, and even her brain power is so tired to receive so much information at the same time.
With an endless porch, the endless universe is spinning in front of her eyes, she simply closes her eyes and recuperates, and concentrates on her communication.
Julong explained two sentences and stopped talking, and he could see that it was also a quiet temper.
After this short journey, the yelling of the dead was left.
"The small two-story building shown over there seems to be my house in Gotham ..."
喂 "Hey, man, aren't you a dragon? Why are you spinning while flying?"
"How long will it be before you will fly all the way to death, right? Although I am dead ..."
"You turned too fast ... I think I'm the first dead person in history to spit out his stomach ..."
A tic-tac-toe popped out of the theatrical pit of the ya! This guy's mouth is so broken. "Shut up, dead."
The slang words say so, but you can't blame the dead. This dragon, like acrobatics, keeps rolling in countless channels.
Lu Xia only felt that she had been turning around. Originally, she still had a sense of grandeur who could not sit still. Later, she couldn't hold it anymore, holding the dragon's other neck and watching it gradually fly deep into the passage.
There are four chapters later.