Between life and death.
Zhang Ping saw the most beautiful picture in the world.
The electrons moving around the atoms escape outward one after another, forming a bright light.
At the same time, under the pressure of the world, the atomic nucleus instantly becomes a two-dimensional existence, and the space is infinitely stretched due to the energy released by the atoms.
This scene is like someone pulling colorful syrup, pulling the syrup into threads. In the crystal syrup, there are countless tiny bubbles that are quickly annihilating.
Zhang Ping felt like his body had been cut into countless pieces, and his blood, bones, and cells were all disintegrating.
He had no way to resist, because the space was stretching, and he was like a fly wrapped in amber, having lost the possibility of resisting.
Dead.
Just like Zhu Chongba not far away from him.
Because Zhu Chongba was closest to the core area of ​​space collapse, Zhu Chongba's body was annihilated along with the space when it disintegrated, and now even the dregs no longer exist.
Zhang Ping knew very well that it would be his turn next.
fear.
Unwilling.
But Zhang Ping was helpless.
Because under the squeeze of the world, the small space that makes up the eight-story building has been compressed into two dimensions. He is like being in a painting. Although he can still think, he can only watch this 'painting'.
Burnt to ashes by 'fire',
It may be a second, it may be an instant.
Suddenly a chubby arm stretched out from the void. Its hand was extremely huge, and it continued to enlarge in Zhang Ping's eyes. It then picked up the space fragments surrounding him and brought them directly into the void.
The dark earth.
Zhang Ping fell to the ground like a salted fish. His body was in tatters. One leg was stretched by the space to tens of meters long, while the other leg was compressed to only a few centimeters.
His hands were not in that piece of space debris, but disappeared with other space debris, so he lost his hands. The wound was not flat, but it was strangely smooth, and even some atoms cut in half still remained on the cut surface.
above.
Fortunately, he still retained some fresh blood in the innermost part of his body. After this blood was freed, it immediately began to repair his body.
Suddenly, Zhang Ping felt his body being pulled by someone. He frowned and tried to open his eyes to observe, but he didn't see anything in front of him.
Because his arm had not yet been repaired, he could only lie on the ground like a salted fish, unable to move at all.
"Who? Who picked on me?"
Zhang Ping opened his mouth, and it took a while for blood to repair his throat before he asked.
However, no one answered his question. Instead, from time to time, the tugging feeling would come from different locations. He gritted his teeth and used his waist strength to turn around. He immediately saw billowing black smoke floating above him, which had previously knocked him out of the space debris.
The giant claws fished out came from this black smoke.
Gulu.
Zhang Ping swallowed his saliva and immediately did not dare to act rashly again.
However, subconsciously, he activated the dark mist in his body to cover his body, providing him with more defense.
etc.
Zhang Ping suddenly realized, why did the black smoke floating above look so like mist?
He controlled the dark mist to extend upwards, directly touching the black smoke.
The next moment.
There was a surge in the black smoke.
A large amount of power that was more like the underworld fog quickly surged into Zhang Ping's body through the underworld fog controlled by Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping's eyes widened suddenly, and he felt the emotions of Hei Yan.
It is rejoicing!
And this joy radiates towards yourself.
"Hello?"
Zhang Ping boldly looked at the black smoke above and said greetings.
The black smoke flickered slightly, and the next moment it turned into a human face similar to Zhang Ping. This huge human face said strangely: "Hello, my child!"
"???"
Zhang Ping's head was suddenly filled with questions. What is 'my child'? Does this guy regard him as his son?
He subconsciously used the identification technique on the black smoke, but the identification failed.
After a series of failed authentications.
Zhang Ping guessed in his mind.
This black smoke should have the ability to detect immunity or something like that.
Of course, Zhang Ping is not stupid either.
He had roughly guessed the identity of the black smoke in front of him.
King of the Mist!
Liu Sishan had told him at the beginning that the reason why Ming Wu possessed transcendent levels of damage was probably because there was a king at the source of the Ming Wu spirit.
However, Zhang Ping did not expect that he would be mistaken for a descendant by the King of Dark Mist, and was eventually saved by the King of Dark Mist.
In fact, the King of Dark Mist did not come specifically to save Zhang Ping.
Like the Savage Serpent God, it was attracted by the Salt Frost Fruit Element and the breath of Zhang Ping's breakthrough, but it was further away from the Pearl City, so it took longer.
When it arrived at Pearl City, the eight-story building collapsed.
Zhang Ping's clothes were made of dark mist, so it regarded Zhang Ping as its descendant and took action to fish Zhang Ping out of the space debris.
It cannot accurately distinguish the difference between Zhang Ping and ordinary creatures of the dark fog. After all, after the spirit of the dark fog takes over the bodies of other creatures, its external performance is similar to Zhang Ping.
Round it up.
Zhang Ping is equal to the creatures of the dark fog, and the creatures of the dark fog are equal to its children!
Moreover, Zhang Ping was the strongest child it met, so it just took action to supplement Zhang Ping's abilities.
The reason why Zhang Ping was able to feel its joy just now was actually because his abilities were completed:
[The Body of Dark Mist: It can absorb the joy, anger, worry, thoughts, sorrow, fear, and shock of living creatures and transform it into controllable Dark Mist. 】
The King of Mist's Mist will not be consumed no matter how it is used, because when attacking the enemy, the enemy will inevitably have any one of the seven emotions, so the battle will only make more Mist.
And it won't get less and less.
The same is true after Zhang Ping's abilities are completed.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Ping's body was finally repaired.
He sat up from the ground, looked at the dark land around him, raised his head and asked the King of Mist: "Excuse me, can you tell me where this place is?"
"Child, this is between reality and reality, our hometown." The King of Dark Mist replied.
Zhang Ping stood up and looked around, and found that there was nothing here but black soil. He couldn't help but ask: "Then can I still go back?"
"Yes, but child, you come with me first!" the King of Mist replied.
The black smoke changed from a human face to an arrow and moved towards Zhang Ping's right side. Zhang Ping thought for a moment and followed.
Since the King of Mist mistook him for a child, he shouldn't be harmed, right?
Zhang Ping actually felt a little guilty.
Once the King of Dark Mist discovers that he is a counterfeit, I am afraid that the furious King of Dark Mist will never let him go.
It's a pity that I can't see the attributes of the King of Dark Mist.
Otherwise, Zhang Ping can also infer some things through the attributes of the King of Dark Mist, so that when he pretends to be a creature of the Dark Mist, he can pretend to be more like it.
Now.
Chapter completed!