"La la la, la la la the little mushroom came to step on the girl, carrying a big basket, the girl it stepped on was big and white, as white as frost on the ground"
"The girls it stepped on were big and numerous, as numerous as the stars, the girls it stepped on...."
In the empty and quiet city ruins, a girl with short purple hair and big headphones covering her ears was shaking slightly and humming a song from the headphones.
Not far away, a tall and thin man in a black uniform, like a windbreaker, quietly raised a gun in his hand at her from a gap in the house.
puff!
There was no sound of gunfire.
A black spider leg pierced through the man's chest like a blade.
He opened his eyes wide, and blood splashed all over the place.
Hiss!
The man was torn apart on the spot. The gun in his hand drew a parabola in mid-air and fell into a pool of blood.
The girl paused and glanced in the direction of the man's body.
"That's why it's annoying to have people come and die all the time, even if there's no threat at all."
Her face was cold, and looking at the corpse was like looking at a bedbug that died on the side of the road. Quickly step across the edge of the sidewalk.
"Hey hey hey!! It's really extraordinary!!" A tall, burly bald man slowly walked out of an alley beside the girl with his arms around him.
The bald head has thick muscles, and a cross-shaped brown leather belt is tied on his chest, on which are densely packed black throwing knives. He also carried a huge sword more than half a meter wide on his back.
"As expected of the sky spider Nange who is known as the world's number one descendant. Luo Ding, the assassin beast ranked 385 in the Black Bell Alliance, can't even fire a gun in front of you.
What a waste of his custom-made spiritual gun. "
With a smirk, the bald man slowly stood in front of the girl, blocking her way.
"What do you want to say? Casa." The girl looked flat, looking at the strange object wriggling and twisting in the shadow under the bald head.
"I just want to remind you. Those so-called aristocratic families have started their activities again. The battle of the three gods of destruction is about to start again. Do you plan to participate this time?" Bald Casa is also the largest in the world of the Black Bell Alliance In the psychic Sanren organization, the seventh-ranked tyrannical existence.
"God of destruction? Spirit king?" Nange was silent for a while. "I'll go then."
"That's good. As the strongest existence in the world, you should never give up the chance to fight the real God of Destruction... .
I'm curious, you who are called invincible, how will you behave when facing trolls and gods? "
The bald-headed Casa laughed loudly, his body swished, and he immediately disappeared into his own shadow. Disappeared in front of Nange.
"God of Destruction? It's really... Interesting..." Nange looked at the place where Kasa left, with a slightly weird arc at the corner of his mouth.
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A few kilometers away, the top of a tall abandoned building.
A few men in white special uniforms with special purple patterns on their arms were looking at Nange on the street with binoculars.
"This monster... .!! Has the strength improved again? It's really abnormal!"
A bearded man with unusually thick arms was staring at Nange in the binoculars with slightly sweaty forehead.
Another young woman with glasses was tinkering with a special machine that resembled a combination of radar and computer.
"The specific deduction result of the soul force field is more than 56 million dura...!!" The woman was sweating profusely typing on the keyboard.
"Fifty-six million Doula's soul power....has it increased by more than three million compared to a year ago?? No... more than... Once her Ogladin is revealed , it is also possible to double the soul power value!"
The bearded man's face tightened, as if he was staring at a beast that might swallow him up at any moment.
As a soul power value, he is at most a gold-level self, and he is already considered a top elite among ordinary people.
But enjoying the best spiritual arts, the best resources, and the best guidance, my current limit is only 320,000 duras of soul power. There are tens of millions of monsters facing the soul power unconsciously dissipated around the body in the distance.
The bearded man felt that taking on this task was the biggest mistake in his life.
"Angel of Destruction, Nange, is called Sky Spider within the Black Bell Alliance. It is currently ranked first in the Black Bell list. It is the world's strongest killer that has only emerged in the last 30 years.
Its soul power is released, and it appears as a super monster in the shape of a huge spider. The initial estimate of the soul power is close to 60 million dura, or even above. "
The bearded man quickly took out his handheld computer to record the data.
"It is now judged that its target is very likely to be the three gods of destruction revealed by the rumors."
Remembering later, the bearded man suddenly turned to ask the woman.
"Is there any information on the ultimate battle of the destroying angels?"
"No...no!" The woman shook her head, "From the moment he appeared until now, the most troublesome battle Nange has encountered only lasted two minutes.
It was a video of a battle with a troll under the command of a God of Destruction. After that, I don't know who will win and who will lose. Far from being able to reach her limit.
However, judging from the current known information, Nange and Aquarius Star Faloke are both the most likely existences in the world to become Spirit Kings and succeed the previous three gods of destruction. "
"Aquarius Faroke? He's still far behind." The bearded man sighed, raised his binoculars again, and glanced at Nange, the sky spider.
"The maximum fluctuation of the soul power revealed by Nan Ge is even fourteen times the total amount. Compared with the soul power, I am afraid that no one in the world is stronger than her."
"Even the two strongest speakers of the Black Bell Alliance and the Psychic Alliance?" the woman asked in a low voice.
"No... Although they were the strongest in the last century, they are old now." The bearded man shook his head.
"Okay, let's go, the data collection is complete." He put down the binoculars and began to pack his things. "Have you found the destination of the flight ticket booked by Nange?"
"Found it, it's Wanling Cave!"
"Huh? How could it be there??"
"It should be one of the forces under the command of the three gods. Most of the people who suffered from karmic disasters gathered there. It attracted Nange." The woman replied in a low voice.
"Really??" The bearded man pondered for a moment, and quickly dialed the family's internal number.
Bluegrange Republic.
Lu Sheng sat cross-legged in the bedroom.
Strands of light yellow silk threads spread from his body in all directions like roots. rooted in the earth.
The vast land slowly fed back massive, majestic and almost infinitely diverse soul power.
The essence of the spiritual art of moving mountains is actually absorbing and devouring the soul power of the earth, so as to strengthen oneself.
In the cognition of spiritism, everything in the world has a spirit, that is to say, everything in the world has its own soul.
And as long as you understand this point and accept this point, then it will be easy to start practicing the mountain-moving spiritual art.
But it is easy to get started and difficult to improve.
Lu Sheng heard from Huang Ya that the unique spiritism of this mountain gate, only the elders in the entire mountain gate, have thoroughly practiced it to the limit of the eighth level.
His soul power has also been forcibly tempered to a terrifying level of millions.
Combined with other means of spiritual art, the great elder finally became the only one in the history of Yishanmen who descended from the gods.
Now, Lu Sheng clearly felt that when modifying the mountain-moving spiritual art, the modifier consumed much more spiritual energy than the basic spirit art.
Wang Dong's soul has been trained to be extremely powerful by him, with a huge base. But it is also this huge base that has caused Lu Sheng's divine power to reach a terrifying level of more than three million dura.
The more soul power you have, the harder it is to change.
"Upgrade the mountain-moving spiritual skill to the third level."
Lu Sheng first tried to improve a little bit, and if his body could hold it, he continued.
Chi...
The dark blue interface in front of him slowly blurred, and the newly formed box was filled with chaos, as if there was a black vortex constantly rotating.
Soon, Lu Sheng felt countless divine power gushing out from his chest, and in the process of flowing into his whole body, these divine powers transformed into light yellow silk threads like roots.
A large number of light yellow translucent silk threads rooted into the ground under their feet like tentacles.
He could feel the roots piercing through the wall on the second floor, piercing deeply into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, waves of incomparably majestic soul power surged out from the ground.
Compared with the soul power of a person, these soul powers are like dirty cement slurry in a stinking ditch, compared to high-purity pure water that is 100% free of impurities.
There are so many impurities in it that it is unimaginable.
And the mountain-moving spiritual skill is a skill that can slowly filter and purify pure soul power from it.
The reason why this technique can only be practiced after the basic spiritualism has been completed is because of the soul power of the earth, mixed with the fact that there are too many impurities in the soul power of the planet.
If one's own foundation is too weak, a slight fluctuation of the soul power of the earth can instantly destroy one's entire soul.
Perhaps for the surrounding land, it is just equivalent to a hair on the skin of a giant beast being shaken by the wind.
But for psychics with poor foundation, it is nothing less than a disaster.
At first, Lu Sheng couldn't understand why there were not many people in Yishanmen who could practice Yishan Hua Linggong.
Now after getting in touch with the soul power of the planet, he seems to understand.
The soul power of the earth and the planet soul power are indeed infinite to humans, but the impurities in it must be purified.
The effort and thought required are much, much more difficult than the step-by-step practice of basic spiritism.
And it takes a lot of time.
He calculated that if he just sits quietly and refines his soul power for 24 hours a day, at most ten duras' soul power can be extracted.
It takes only one hundred in ten days, and only 3,650 units in a year. Although the soul power of the following planets reaches a certain amount, they can use it to attract their own soul power, and the convergence will produce a qualitative change, greatly increasing the total soul power.
But this kind of progress is really too slow... .
Because of accumulating a qualitative change, it is the basic requirement to enter the first floor. It is at least 10,000 planet soul power.
"It's really painful... But luckily I have dark blue." Lu Sheng felt like he was sitting on a big puddle of foul-smelling mud, under which was all the black, sticky, disgusting soul power of the planet.
Hiss... .
The dark blue box finally became clear again.
The divine power gushing out of my chest this time, quickly disappeared as if it had never existed before.
Instead, a large amount of pure earth soul power poured into Lu Sheng's body continuously from the surrounding roots.
The words in the box slowly changed. From the entry level, it slowly becomes the first floor. And in the following characteristics, it also clearly shows the change of the new earth soul power.
'Mountain-moving spirit art: the first floor. (Characteristics: Outward Soul Power, Earth Soul Power, Defense Enhancement, Restoration Enhancement)'