Fantasy: I Can Blow Up All Worlds

The prismatic spar is inlaid on the center of the woman's forehead. It looks unremarkable. There is no special place, but if you look closely, it seems to **** the human soul in.

He hadn't looked closely the last time he came.

Looking at this prismatic spar at this time, there was a strange feeling.

He didn't understand the specific feeling for the time being, and the system didn't give any hints. What is certain is that this prismatic spar is very unusual.

The spar is inlaid on the center of the woman's eyebrows, dark and deep.

It's just that in the darkness, a strange brilliance flashes occasionally.

"this is……"

When the brilliance flickered, it looked like a figure dancing.

Is it wrong?

Ye Yusheng is not sure.

He did not move the ice sculpture immediately, but quietly observed the spar.

Time passed slowly.

Until a certain moment.

"Om!"

After half an hour on the prismatic spar, a light flashed again.

This time, the flickering light and shadow were clearly captured by Ye Yusheng. Although it still looked a little fuzzy, it was certain that it was indeed a figure dancing.

"What is this spar?" Ye Yusheng was shocked.

Unfortunately, no one can answer his doubts.

In the spar, there was a figure dancing, which looked very mysterious, but the system didn't give any hint for such a mysterious thing, which is really strange.

The second figure dance finally gave Ye Yusheng a decision, covering his hand on the ice sculpture.

The cold current does not know when it will come back, and the time cannot be delayed for too long.

"boom!"

Infuriating energy surged, erupting from the palm of the hand, hitting the ice sculpture, and with a bang, the ice sculpture exploded directly.

The outer ice sculpture exploded, but did not hurt the noble woman's body, sitting there quietly.

The noble woman didn't feel a trace of chill, nor did she feel the stiffness of being frozen, she was more like asleep, sitting there quietly.

Gently touch the noble woman's arm, it is very soft, and it is still warm.

After groaning for a while, after offending, he raised his hand and touched the prismatic spar.

"Om!"

When the finger touched the prismatic spar, a circle of faint ripples spread out along the prismatic spar, the ripples spread across Ye Yusheng's body, and an invisible opportunity suddenly appeared.

In front of him, a huge picture suddenly appeared.

This picture is extremely tragic.

There is a mountain there, like a huge phoenix spreading its wings and trying to fly. It's not right... This phoenix is ​​not going to fly, but is falling. Its wings are broken.

Luofengpo!

When he saw this Phoenix Mountain, Ye Yusheng subconsciously came up with the three words'Luofengpo'.

Yes,

It is Luofengpo.

This turned out to be a great battle that broke out in Luofengpo, and there was a huge gap between the numbers of the two sides.

One of them is an overwhelming warrior, while on the other, there is only one person, like a god, burning with flames of god.

The two sides are at war. With blood and fire, this battle is extremely tragic.

The god-like figure was shrouded in flames, and with a single blow, countless warriors fell from the sky like dumplings, and their bodies fell to the ground, both dead and injured.

Tragedy is no longer enough to describe this battle.

The blood almost stained the entire Luofengpo. On the side with a large number of people, Wuyang Wuyang's warriors knew that they were bound to die, but they stepped forward and dared not fear death, and stained this hot magic soil with blood.

In the sky above the battle, there were three figures dancing gracefully.

Three women danced around, dancing the devil dance. With the dance of the three, a round of bright lotus flowers slowly intertwined, falling from the sky, suppressing the flame god.

At the end of the dance, the three women who are in their youth have become the elders of marketing.

With a gust of wind blowing, the bodies of the three women separated, leaving only three crystal clear bones.

Even if only the bones are left, the powerful will of the three of them still blends into the bright lotus, and injects the last strength into the lotus.

"boom!"

The lotus flower fell from the sky and landed on the earth. It will last forever, suppressing a god. Finally, someone left a tombstone in front of the lotus and wrote a letter; the sky dance girl suppressed the tomb of the Vulcan, 137.

The picture ended here, but at the last moment of the picture, Ye Yusheng clearly saw that there were more numbers in front of Luofengpo.

A rusty broken sword, with a tombstone in front, written: Broken Sword King Suppresses the Tomb of the Earth God, 136.

A bloodied battle flag, there is also a tombstone in front of it, the letter: The king of the king suppresses the tomb of the giant spirit god, 135.

There are more tombstones ahead, but the picture ends and disappears.

"Om!"

When everything disappeared, the prismatic spar had fallen into Ye Yusheng's hands.

"What exactly is this spar?" Ye Yusheng was lost in thought, looking at the prismatic spar in his hand.

Is the dancer figure in the spar one of the three dancing in the battlefield?

The heavenly dancing girl casts golden lotus with life and blood to suppress the **** of fire.

Luofengpo seems to be a tomb. The spar did not guide the way, but only recorded the mark of a great war that year.

I don’t know how long ago this battle happened.

After pondering for a moment, he put the prismatic spar into the universe bag.

This thing is very important, very important, but it has been spotted by the killer organization. If he goes out alive this time, the seven-star killer has disappeared. If he wants to come to the killer organization, he will definitely not leave it alone.

He took out the token representing the killer from the Qiankun bag and threw it into the gap between the two ice sculptures.

The seven-star killer could find himself, the problem must lie in this token.

For safety, he can only abandon this token representing the identity of the killer.

"Squeak!"

at this time,

Tie Zhu came in from nowhere.

"Hey!"

Ye Yusheng smiled. He had seen Tie Zhu's magical ability a long time ago. The mysterious power of Tie Zhu that can provoke the Silver Bee Sea riot naturally does not require him to worry too much.

But Tie Zhu was a little surprised to find this place.

"Squeak!"

Tie Zhu circled his body happily. This time, he did not get into his arms and fell asleep, but fell on his shoulders, very quiet.

"Success?"

Looking at Tie Zhu on his shoulder, Ye Yusheng asked casually.

Tie Zhu's goal this time was the fist-sized leader of the silver bee.

"Squeak!"

Tie Zhu screamed happily, waving his little furry hand, describing the intensity of the battle.

"Haha!"

Ye Yusheng was amused by Tie Zhu's cute movements and laughed loudly in the empty land of ice sculptures.

"By the way, where did you come in?"

"Squeak!" Tie Zhu pointed in a direction.

"Go, take me."

Ye Yusheng smiled.