Soul of Negary

Osgood's lifeless body fell on a pile of bones, and Negri standing behind him was black and almost turned into coke.

"Are you dead?" Jason asked with a bow and arrow aiming at the coke.

"It shouldn't be yet." Chris endured the sadness in his heart and said seriously, from the final rhythm of Bugettel, it can be known that Negri's body is layer by layer, although the gift of Osgudin's sacrifice is huge, But kill Negri at most once.

A crack appeared on the surface of the coke, a dark piece of meat rushed out of it, and fell on the pile of bones. The black piece of meat rushed directly to the body of Osgoodine and drilled into his body from the wound in the chest. The heart was pulled out.

The dark tentacles start from the flesh and spread inside the body of Augustine, with black lines visible to the naked eye, and Augustine struggles to stand up. Under his original smooth skin, he has black raised lines all over his body.

"I really can't underestimate you." Osgoodine or Negri said again. He didn't seem to be angry about the destruction of his body, but he felt even more delighted.

"Negri, without physical support, you are no longer strong and your defeat is doomed!" Chris took a deep breath and said seriously, "You are too arrogant!"

Chris said painfully that his body had rushed in front of Negri, and his silent fist was slamming into Negri's chest.

"Chris, you can't beat me. Do you think you have fought you for so long, did I do nothing?" Negri said with a smile: "Whether it's Smick or you, fight against you, I kept my hand on purpose."

"Even if it was Osgood's gift of sacrifice, I was semi-actively hard-wired." Negri's breathing began to change, his presence and the rhythm around him began to harmonize, and a large number of germs in the air gathered towards Negri , Wrapping Osgood's body.

"That's for breathing!" Negri smiled happily: "My control of the germs reached the limit a long time ago. The breathing method that fits the rhythm is the key to breaking the game."

"It is because after you learned to fight, you found that the body of the germs could not be cast. It seems that this breathing method has a secret, and it is limited to humans." The number of germs gathered on the surface of Negri's body is more and more, and the size of his body is also increasing. The bigger it is: "But that's not important anymore. The surrounding environment is all my germs. The rhythm that I can breathe is 100 times that of your human beings. I am the truly perfect creature!"

"This kind of rhythm!" Chris felt shocked. As Negri said, the use of breathing by humans actually has limits. Even genius, he can only fit so many rhythms, that is the limitation of human beings.

Therefore, the practitioner of breathing method attaches more importance to the use of rhythm, and now Negri has the ability to control the germs, and combines it with the germs. The rhythm he fits is more than one hundred times that of a human.

He can perceive more rhythms around him, and he can also use his breathing skills to the extreme through the hundredfold rhythm.

Negri, who was three meters tall with the germs gathered, flew a few tentacles behind him and turned into a naked monster. He reached out to Chris: "This technique should be called rhythm adsorption, right?"

A strong suction appeared out of thin air. Chris's figure was unstable, and his body was involuntarily sucked into Negri's hands.

Rhythmic adsorption was originally intended to allow people to adsorb on other things, but Negri now fits a hundredfold rhythm, and that suction has been amplified more than a hundred times, making Chris completely difficult to resist.

"Negri, the practitioner of breathing law has an oath that must be obeyed. The rhythm cannot overturn another rhythm. You have practiced the breathing law. You cannot violate this oath." Chris was caught in the palm of Negri's hand and slowly Say slowly.

"Do you think I will obey this ridiculous agreement?" Negri said with a sneer.

"Then there is no way!" Chris said lowly: "Although I have known this day for a long time, I still have to sigh!"

"Then be a part of me, Chris, or Sacred!" Negri pointed out Chris' secret.

When he was escorted in the Snow Mountain, the real Chris did not survive. Although he had a breathing method, he was an ordinary person. On the top of the Snow Mountain, the two of them fought the chasing soldiers. Although they killed the enemy, Chris He was also seriously injured and could not be treated in the Daxue Mountains. Eventually he could only face death.

Takri remembers that at the last moment of Chris, he took his hand and told the last words.

"There is always hope in this world, Sakri, I beg you one thing." Chris was very weak, but his eyes were very bright: "This continent is about to fall into darkness, people in darkness always Need the flame of hope."

"Sakri, replace my existence and become a legend. You will become the fire of hope for others and yourself."

Takri took Chris's various adventure souvenirs away from Daxueshan, and wrote the various adventures that Chris said in the snowy mountains, and then destroyed his appearance and replaced Chris.

Year after year, these years, Takri has completely become Chris, this undefeated legend, I don’t know how many people were inspired to choose to become rangers, such as the original Crow Nozades, he really brought it to Many people hope.

"Chris's name will become a belief that will always be passed on. I don't regret it!" Recalling the previous method, Chris' scarred face showed an extremely ugly, yet extremely beautiful smile: "Salary The current method, the ultimate secret method: pay the fire!"

Chris’s rhythm surged, forced into Negri’s body, and began to change Negri’s rhythm, and the ideas of the salaried practitioners in the past began to flood into Negri’s body, among which Breathing techniques, as well as all kinds of magnificent ideas about hope, justice, etc. poured in, trying to transform Negri's character.

There is only one secret method in the salary method, which is to enable the inheritors to quickly learn various techniques of the breathing method, and to increase their rhythm to the peak in an instant. At the time in Daxueshan, Takri was originally just a tour It is precisely the poet who accepted the mystery to become Chris so quickly.

"Do you think I will be changed by these boring thoughts?" Negri said, angrily enduring the shock of his thoughts.

"The Mystery of Light: The Blade of Streamer." A machete stabbed into Negri's body, accurately hitting the position of the dark heart inside the heart, releasing endless light and heat.