Long Live Summons!

Splashes of nosebleeds.

The sand wind naturally chopped back with its teeth and cut a deep visible bone wound from behind the chest of the ‘sand wind'.

The ‘sandstorm' face changed dramatically, covering the bloody wound on his chest, pointing to the sandstorm and shouting: “You fool, I am you, you hurt me, didn't you just hurt yourself? How can you be so mean as you? You want to kill yourself? ”

“No, you're you, I'm me! You're not me!” Before the word of the sandstorm was finished, blood was sprayed from the chest and there was also a deep visible bone wound on the body.

“Ha-ha-ha, I love such self-harm!” The ‘sandstorm' that crawled out of the ground, also had scars on his chest, blood flowing long, he laughed heavenly.

“It's impossible, I'm me, you're not me, you're not...” Sandstorm has just discovered multiple injuries to his sternum, heart, chin, and skull, just like he did to his enemies. Did you just hit yourself? But you know there's only one, so how can there be three? The other two. Where did they come from? How could there be such a weird thing, splitting up and getting hurt? Is that possible?

“If we're going to mutilate ourselves, what are we waiting for! ”

Two ‘sandstorms’ lifted their teeth in their hands and plunged them into their bodies.

The sand breeze felt a bit of pain.

Hurry up and punch the two bodies and snatch their teeth... there are three rotors, how is that possible? There is only one swirling tooth in the world. How can there be more than three unique treasures obtained in the hands of a god who was too flamed to kill when the heavenly gods attacked? But in front of me, the three spinning teeth are exactly the same, I can't tell the truth or falsehood at all... carefully detailed, the sand wind can't tell which one is the real thing, because all three spinning teeth have a psychic sensation, it's like they've been with me for 10,000 years!

As soon as the two ‘sandstorms’ climbed up, they mutilated themselves, causing the sandstorm to mourn and shout, “Come on, aren't you me? I'm not gonna hurt myself. You're not gonna lie to me. You're all fakes! ”

“If we're fakes, why are your wounds the same as ours? And if we're faking it, what about them? ”

Two ‘sandstorms' hey hey hey hey hey hey dusty laughed, just like sandstorms usually do.

The sand wind cannot help the cold forest in my heart.

Take a look back.

Find behind the two sandstorms, there is also a large group of himself, a large enough number of people... all of them jump up, firmly grasp themselves, more than a dozen hands, and then call the treasure book in fear, shouting: “You can't let him win the treasure book, this guy is simply a piece of waste, let's take charge! ”

The Summoning Book, because too much of its own competition, has caused strange distortions.

The treasure book body is slowly distorted and dark.

Finally, a bang.

Automatically cancel your contract and turn it into a decadent nobody's book.

“My treasure book!” Sha Feng cried out sadly, grieving to the limit, injured just now, could not frustrate his will because he believed himself to be the Lord of God, his body was severely injured, and he would recover later. The self-mutilation just upset him, and it was not fatal. But he was truly desperate because of his excessive division, his struggle for the Book, his failure, and ultimately his destruction. Without the Book of Summoning, can you be a true god? Without talent, without life, without guardian beasts, without even a treasure world that can escape safely at any time, what does it mean to live on your own?

“Without the best, no one is fair. Why do you have a treasure book?” There was a ‘sandstorm' clapping his hands and laughing.

“Right, right. Without the treasure book, no one has to argue.” Another ‘sandstorm' also agrees deeply.

“Anyway, this was achieved with the help of ancient secrets and too much flame before death. It doesn't belong to me at all, don't even!” Another ‘sandstorm' generous statement.

“Shut up, all of you!” The sand wind hurts so much, that's the Summoning Book!

Without it, I can only be a pseudo-god.

The eight great gods of the mountains outside the mountains, each with its own territory, have lost their Summoning Book, and have been restored to a false god. Will there be any place for them to speak in the future?

What the hell is going on with these strange bunch of people? Do you really have so many of yourself in your body? If they did, who would have released them?

Is that the arrogant boy?

Sha Feng raised his head and looked around him. He found Yueyang, sometime, sitting on a rock, with Erlang's legs, waving his feet casually. He whistled a whistle in his mouth, and his eyes didn't even look this way. He couldn't even be arrogant!

“Kill you!” The sand wind poured its full stomach on Yueyang's head.

“IQ chicken catching southwest god sand wind, you can die!” Yueyang stretched out a finger, as if he were a judge, and pronounced Sha Feng's death sentence.

“Joke! ”

Sandfire never thought this arrogant boy could move his own sweat.

This kid is good at playing tricks, but his real strength isn't good. Otherwise, he would have taken advantage of the opportunity to sneak up on you. Why wait and play with your mouth now?

Kill!

Just as the sand wind hit the front door of Yue Yang, he suddenly found that the time and space were like tens of millions of years and tens of millions of kilometers long, but only one inch, as if it could never be worn... This is not the weirdest, the most frightening thing about the sand wind is that the hundred or more of themselves behind them rushed up, instead of waving their fists at the kid, they acted against themselves, holding hands, trailing legs, wrapping themselves tightly!

God, why is that?

Why are you doing this to yourself? Aren't they on their own?

The sandstorm almost didn't drive this cruel fact crazy on the spot... what made him desperate was that no matter how he pushed the Valley Divine Power, it wouldn't do him any good to try to shake these bodies apart, because all the bodies, like his own, would all be injured, and any rest would all rest.

A hundred of them grabbed themselves and couldn't break free.

Sandfire, only look at the arrogant boy in front of you, with the kind of deranged and helpless smile on his face, slowly stood up from the rock, and pulled out a jade seal-like treasure, at will, like a chestnut, smashed over his head...

Got smashed.

There is no damage to the surface of the sand wind, feeling that your soul has a kind of shattering pain ban, and there are hidden signs of divine power.

The sandstorm is as powerful as the mountain, and the sandstorm now finds itself in an unusually difficult position to breathe.

There is a sealing power that makes the soul tremble.

The sand wind is starting to get scared.

This sealing power, not to mention the present self, I'm afraid it's dark day, or deity, can't catch it, maybe I can't wait for the space to break and seal it, it will be completely destroyed by this irresistible sealing power... rushing sand wind, suddenly I see a swordswordsman wearing a swordsman's armor jump out, her covered body is actually an armor made of mysterious gold, even more in hand, a artifact that I can't even get, a divine power enough to swallow the sword of heaven and earth!

“Is that what you call a god? Not even the supreme will. Is that a god? It's a false god! Never mind. Kill a pseudo-god and warm it up!” The swordsman jumped up and hundreds of millions of electric lights, cold ice and flames converged on the sword in her hand, eventually forming a giant dragon head and devouring it.

Just one sword.

The sand wind felt its soul cut by the power of the Divine Sword.

No matter the body, no matter the soul, no matter even the divine power, there is no trauma, almost collapse.

Now that he regrets it, he doesn't understand why the battle came to this, but he does know that he is really dying...

“So I can take my sword? It's a fake god, an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. It's not easy!” The words of the woman swordsman gave the sand wind an impulse to weep and drown. When he shouted for his life, the light in his eyes found a golden dragon in the hands of the arrogant boy, somehow!

“Huang Longyuan! ”

This was the last word heard in the sand wind consciousness, and his mind dissipated after the golden dragon came to his head.

The body turns into powder and dissipates with the wind.

All the energy, the divine power, and the knowledge mark that is learned and remains in life.

In the golden dragon mouth, condense into a small dragon ball... when the golden dragon returns to Yueyang's body, that little dragon ball falls into Yueyang's extended palm.

This is the power of the Yellow Dragon Abyss and will be the only proof that the southwest god sand wind has existed since the world!

“Boom!”

A Summoning Book explodes from the void and becomes an obsolete treasure book.

Fall under Yueyang's feet.

And the hundred people who caught the sandstorm ’sandstorm' just now, all disappeared without a trace, and the phantom disappeared as if it had never appeared. Difficultly swallowed a sip of spit, then too much flame and ice, fighting and slaughtering enemies when the Hundred Gods attacked, didn't it seem so easy? Who the hell is this young man?

Is he still human?

Sha Feng is also a god. Kill him if you say so?

Worst of all, he turned this kid's sword into a dragon ball. He lived his whole life, cultivated his divine power and knowledge of life, I'm afraid he's busy working for this kid!

“Go back first, I'm going to be a sandstorm! With this dragon ball, I don't have to worry about being recognized for now!” Yueyang classmate held the dragon ball, waved his hand, the phantom possessed, disguised as the image of the sand wind, the appearance was no doubt like the original sand wind, even the blush between the sides could not see any bloom on his body.

“It's forbidden for you to go home like this, and, beware of Ji Sunshine, that guy is not that gullible!” Princess Ceci gave Yueyang a punch and seemed very dissatisfied with Yueyang disguising herself as a sand wind with a phantom, but she knew it was a means of mixing up with the West Front and did not say much, turning to Xiao Wenli's connection to return.

“Shall I now adapt to the power of the sandstorm or dig up the body of the ancient relics?” Yueyang classmates are always greedy.

He has a heart to fight.

But he didn't care about the ancient relics themselves. If he hadn't been worried about this thing, he would have automatically sent it out of the mountains and returned to the endless world of the Silver Book and handed over tasks to that mysterious existence. He would have started digging treasures.

Now, watching the ancient relics themselves in front of you, but can't do it, Yueyang classmates are like kittens scratching their hearts...

It's all the sand wind on that guy.

Death also kills people.

If he doesn't take out this ancient relic, it's all right!

The sandstorm that was almost revived by the wrongdoer is impossible to accuse the man who passed through. How could he not have taken out the body of the ancient relic? It is estimated that the man who passed through will still be searching for an unknown amount of time. Perhaps the ancient relic will be lost in the mountains outside the mountains forever! But the dead can't argue, tragic Sha Feng had to die and get wronged, anyway, he is not the first person to let Yueyang classmates complain!

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)