trick revival

Chapter 77 Behind the scenes

Ritual space.

Quan Hu, who had self-injured his eyes, made a little run-up, sniffed the distance, and suddenly jumped into the air. His amazing explosive and jumping abilities had already surpassed the limits of ordinary people.

When his claws were in mid-air, he had extended about twelve inches of sharp claws. Turning into a werewolf, he howled like a wolf in the air, bringing out invisible sound waves to cover the sky.

This sound seemed to have the effect of resisting interference, calming down the distracting thoughts that were about to explode since turning around to face the big eyes.

Although he has lost his vision in both eyes, Quan Hu, who has become a werewolf, can use his endowed sense of smell to enhance his sense of smell, judge the intensity of the "odor" through feedback, and finally deduce the distance.

"It's almost there." Quan Hu's eyes were dark, and he thought like a mirror in his heart.

As he charged upwards, his arms gathered energy to give the opponent a blow.

But at this moment, the pupils of the big eyeballs gradually reflected Quan Hu's body, and just before the confrontation, its pupils suddenly shrank and enlarged, and there were broken lines in the space in front of it, and a colorful aura gushed out from it, and finally Form a cloud.

And the moment Quan Hu's figure rushed into the clouds, his momentum stopped,

The gas solidified instantly after the enemy entered, turning into a cage.

Quan Hu, whose body was fixed, was trying to break free, but he soon discovered that a new crisis was coming, and the air was disappearing——

No matter how hard the lungs sucked it in, they couldn't absorb any fresh air, and then it turned into colorful air like countless bugs, trying to penetrate into his whole body.

Quan Hu, who turned into a werewolf, began to emit luster in his hair, blocking this intrusion for him, and a force was also helping him to block the cloudy color gas from entering his mouth and nose, but within two breaths, the resistance was weakening.

The situation is critical.

At this moment, the space below the center of the building, at the junction of the fourth to fifth floors, suddenly shattered.

First, the dense saber energy rushed straight up, then a female figure followed closely behind with a cigarette in its mouth, and finally a group of small paper people carrying large and small bags swarmed in.

The barrier between the reality layer and the ritual layer has been successfully broken through now, which has been impenetrable for a long time!
It seems that there is a kind of "miracle" that is running quietly.

Daomang rushed to the eyes of the big eyeball in a blink of an eye, its pupils constricted and created several air masses to solidify to resist and defuse, and several saber airs just hit the air mass that trapped Quan Hu, splitting cracks.

Quan Hu, who was under less pressure, burst out with the last strength and finally broke free, but he could only lose his strength and fall straight down in a coma.

Flying up, Zangti happened to catch Quan Hu with one hand, a third of the cigarette burned between her lips suddenly disappeared, and then a force was evenly distributed to support Quan Hu.

After finishing all this, she let go of her hands, so that Quan Hu's figure could fall quickly, but it would not fall directly to his death.

Zangti’s figure continues to move upwards at this moment. At this time, she takes out another cigarette and holds it in her right hand. With a flick of her thumb, it ignites spontaneously. Burning embers in several vertical and horizontal tracks.

The last remaining energy of the old smoke turned into a ball of orange-red fire full of rage, and he rushed to the target in the middle of the building with one step of acceleration!

At the same time, the group of little paper figurines who were stranded in the real world leaped to the eighth floor where Zuo Dao and the others were located.

They carried large and small bags, and handed over all the parts containing spiritual materials to Fatty.

This group of small paper figurines was supposed to arrive at the battlefield as soon as Zuodo and the others discovered an abnormality, provide Fatty with spiritual materials, help start the ceremony, and equip Tong Yan with special weapons to participate in the battle.

But the emergence of the ritual space made the little paper people almost become one of the homeless.

Also under this circumstance, Zuo Dao can clearly see the strengths and weaknesses of his former world.

The strengths are naturally the truly weird attack methods and interference methods.

Whether it's the role of the little paper figurine, or a series of harassing and invisible methods, or the invisible method of promoting the situation through other people's or one's own destiny.

These are all due to the wisdom of the predecessors born in an environment where everything from spiritual power to materials, from cultivation to soul cultivation was extremely difficult in the era of the end of the world.

But in this world, there will also be very obvious shortcomings. If the environment of the end of the Dharma era makes everyone have to cook soup slowly, then this world is full of Russian customs.

Whether it's a technique, a ritual, or even a secret ritual, or even the crystallization of science and technology that is effective for mystery, they all unabashedly show their violent side. There is a kind of thought that if the mystery is active enough, then my gadgets can do whatever they want.

In short - full of special effects!
Therefore, when one side is in the ritual space and the other side is in the real space, the leftist little paper man will be numb. At least for now, there is no way to deal with it like Yan Fang Fatty. One can try to break the "space" and the other can Interfere with "space".

And this is the obvious "acclimatization".

"I have to pay close attention to the magic reform and try to restore some methods of the previous world. It needs to be unobtrusive, reasonable and effective in this world. At the same time, I have to speed up my efforts to learn the 'spells' and even 'rituals' of this world. Catch them all.

"This is to avoid becoming the kind of master mage in traditional fantasy novels, who can only wait to be killed when he is approached by the "warrior" of this world. This kind of situation must never happen. I want "spells" too," Dou Qi"—I want it too."

Through multi-threaded operation, witnessing the heresy after all the processes in the inner and outer spaces, so I thought.

The little paper man who arrived was also under Zuo Dao's command at this time, and ran to the side of the fat man in an instant, and opened a variety of spiritual materials.

"Throw it to the sky!" the fat man shouted with a pale face.

This guy said that he withered in five seconds. In fact, from Quan Hu's departure to being trapped, strictly guarding against breaking the "barrier" to Zangti and the little paper figurine arriving on the battlefield, it actually took more than a few seconds.

The little paper people followed suit a little "dumbly", and Zuo Dao deliberately didn't let himself be too sharp, so as to attract more attention.

When the spiritual materials were flying around Fatty, I don't know how he manipulated them. I saw all the thrown spiritual materials decompose and melt instantly, and finally, with Fatty's face excited, he shouted:
"I'm done again, come on, continue!"

In an instant, the entire shopping mall was in an interactive state between reality and ritual space, everything seemed like a dream, and Zuo Dao obviously felt that the feeling of being on his back disappeared in an instant, allowing him and the fat man to look back and observe It was the first time to face up to that strange thing in the battle situation.

At the same time, Zangti's orange fire ball hit the big eyeball, but the air ball it condensed again failed to resist this time, and was ruthlessly destroyed the moment it collided with the flame again, canceling each other out.

From the cloud of smoke, Zangti's figure broke through the defense of the big eyeballs.

She met Big Eyeball almost "face to face", and seemed indifferent to the mental attack.

"Hello, trash.

"It's you, the bastard, who is bullying the old lady's team members, isn't it?"

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