I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

  Chapter 294 Plasma bombardment

coming!

  The big boss is finally about to appear.

  Sifa could not help but feel a little nervous, he cautiously stepped back a little, which not only protrudes the position of the bishop of Miller, but also does not have to be the first to face it when attacking the things in the coffin.

  Bishop Miller squinted his eyes and asked, "What do you see?"

  Xifa was taken aback, and replied: "One hand, a woman's hand."

  The captain of the penalty shooter with thick lips said, "What I see is an evil tentacle covered in mucus."

  Hana thought she had heard it wrong, and looked at them, “No, why do I see a man’s hand, and it looks like Jorick’s hand.”

  Bishop Miller let out a long breathing sound: "What I saw was something with black bristles, like spider legs. It seems that that thing is still affecting our spiritual body, our mental body."

   "In this way, it will most likely appear in an image that can confuse us. Then."

  Bishop Miller immediately made a decision: “Don’t try, I will use your most powerful and destructive means. Let’s join forces and try to eliminate this evil thing as soon as possible!”

   is worthy of being a sailor. Even the bishop is so irritable and rude, but I like it. Sifa immediately mobilized his spirituality, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, raised his thumb, and closed his other fingers, like a pistol.

  He held his right wrist with his left hand, and the air around him suddenly became hot, and the temperature rose linearly.

  Bishop Miller glanced at him.

  Such a hot spirit is really an ‘arsonist’? He had made fireballs in the jungle before, so he should be right.

  咚!

There was another muffled sound in the coffin. This time the lid of the coffin made a chuckle of iron chains. Finally, the uppermost chain broke with a click, followed by another. The chains broke one after another, and finally the lid of the coffin flew out with a scream, hitting everyone in the air.

Bishop Miller suddenly stepped forward and let out a loud shout. His dark blue priesthood swelled up, releasing a storm-like violent air current from his body, slapped it on the flying coffin lid, and lifted it into the air. Throw it far into the corner of the hall.

  Looking at the high platform and in the golden coffin, Xifa saw a squirming black liquid, which exudes a sense of corruption and evil. In the dark liquid, another pale arm stretched out, and then a plump and straight leg stretched out, as if a woman was about to walk out under the squirming black liquid.

"I see."

  Bishop Miller yelled: "The ‘corpse’ that was once divided into three parts is now reunited. Don’t hesitate, let go of the attack, and kill it now before it fully awakens!"

  Sifa’s spirituality immediately burned, and orange-red flames sprayed out from every part of his body, and then rotated and condensed, forming a huge fireball in front of Sifa’s fingertips.

  The fireball layered on top of each other, shrinking inward, and finally condensed into a fist-sized sphere with a dark red outer periphery and a blazing white core.

  This is pure plasma!

  Sifah aimed at the coffin and pulled the trigger in his heart. He felt the plasma boiling, and felt a violent force gushing out. His arm was bounced fiercely, even if he had grasped it tightly with his left hand, he still raised his head uncontrollably.

The huge recoil force made Sifa both feet off the ground, and then he saw an arm-thick beam ejected from the plasma sphere he had created. This beam of red on the outside and white on the inside instantly traversed the hall and across the high platform. Submerge in the coffin.

  At this time, Bishop Miller is releasing his spirituality, and Roldo has just turned the **** of the sealed item to the ‘3’ scale.

  The hall was quiet at first.

   Then an indescribable scream sounded from the coffin. It sounded like a scream of a woman and two men at the same time, a scream full of pain and anger.

Then Xifa saw that the black liquid in the coffin suddenly spewed around, allowing him to see a woman in the coffin with black straight hair and loose hair. She was pale in color and dressed in the costumes of the ancient Bailang Empire. She wore it on her left hand. A golden armband with a white feather stuck in it.

  Her eyes are dark, and there are three pupils in them!

  At this moment.

  The plasma beam penetrated her left chest, broke open the coffin, and sank into the other end of the hall.

  After about a second or two, the color of the light beam changed rapidly, from dark red to crimson, then to crimson, and finally the orange-red flame resembled a wild beast out of the cage, roaring and quickly flooding every inch of space!

  This plasma beam exploded steadily, and then turned into a splendid fire cloud, which quickly expanded and extended, filling every corner of the hall. In this spreading flame, whether it is a statue made of gold, a bottle vessel, or a sword, everything is first shot by the impact of the explosion, and then changes shape, and finally the surface quickly melts and turns into a golden liquid.

  The hills of golden sand rose up all over the sky, and were drawn into thin, intermittent golden threads in the flames.

  On the high platform of gold, the coffin flew up and hit the ground under the platform heavily.

  The woman in there was lying on the ground. She pressed her hands and feet tightly on the ground. She was under the impact of the flames, but was not thrown away.

  Only an instant, her long hair was scorched, her gorgeous face became hideous and ugly, her pale skin turned into chars, and her clothes turned into ashes in the flames.

  She made a painful cry, but couldn't scream out the next moment, because her mouth, her throat, and her internal organs had been scorched!

  But the most serious is the chest that was penetrated by the plasma beam. The flesh, bones and internal organs in that place disappeared directly, and the surrounding muscles were scorching and collapsing at an extremely fast speed.

  But even so, she is still dead, showing amazing vitality. In addition, the scorched parts in the flame began to crack, and new tissues under the scorched skin were taking shape.

The hall seemed to be covered by a round of firepower by shore defense guns. The golden platform deformed and collapsed, the surrounding pillars broke and collapsed, and the ground and walls were scraped off layer by layer. Under the impact of the flames, a layer of coke like ocean waves was formed. mark.

  Miller secretly stunned, is this the power that ‘arsonists’ should have? Why is the ‘arsonist’ I know not so powerful? Are those guys hiding their strength?

   Seeing the hall turned into a sea of ​​fire, and seeing the monster on the collapsed platform still struggling, Miller suddenly raised his arms and made a hug.

  Follow, near the monster, the wind is blowing

  (End of this chapter)