The next moment, the realm of Dustless Land enveloped everything Yuan Zhisheng could see.
Looking at such a large-scale field in front of him, Yuan Zhisheng was actually not too surprised. He could also do this in this range.
But just because Yuan Zhisheng wasn't surprised doesn't mean that the people in black around him weren't surprised.
They looked at the field that passed by them in an instant, and looked at the surrounding area in horror.
The speech spirits of mixed races all have a rough range. Although the range of each other's speech spirits is also closely related to the level of their bloodline, it has little to do with guys like them who can barely even reach B-level bloodline, but even if it doesn't matter much,
, you also have to be logical and common sense, right?!
Leaving aside the other exploratory Word Spirits, just talking about offensive Word Spirits and defensive Word Spirits, there are very few in the Periodic Table of Word Spirits that can exceed 20 meters, and even the more dangerous Word Spirits are more powerful.
The smaller the language spirit, the smaller the domain.
For example, a high-risk word spirit with a serial number of 89, such as Chu Zihang's "Jun Yan", has a limited range of only 5 meters if it does not explode. The range of an ordinary word spirit is only about ten meters at most.
Today, when they saw that Yuan Zhisheng could cover the fifty-meter long corridor around him, the fierce ghosts were still very surprised. But they also relied on the opponent's method of narrowing the width and extending the length to force their understanding.
But what is the situation now!
Directly covering this layer of nearly a hundred meters in diameter within Yanling! What does this mean?!
Who is the ghost!!
Yuan Zhisheng stared at the ghosts with frightened eyes, and a strange emotion flashed in their eyes.
This emotion can be simply understood as the eagle embracing the sky. The world is incomprehensible to the sparrow.
As a super hybrid, Yuan Zhisheng knew very early on that there was an unbridgeable gap between himself and ordinary hybrids.
Although there are not many hybrids like him who are born with strong fighting power, there are still some. But now there is one more. A super hybrid from the Black King's bloodline!
"I allow them to enter the domain, but there is no way to stop their subsequent attacks. Are you still okay?"
The moment Fu Nian's voice hit the ground, his body suddenly disappeared from where he was. Holding the black short blade in his hand, he instantly entered the crowd among them.
"Of course there is no problem!" At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng and Fu Nian seemed to be on the same channel. The moment the other party raised his toes, his entire body disappeared from where he was in an instant.
Like a black cheetah hunting, it followed behind Fu Nian at lightning speed. The spider cut into the golden eyes, reflecting the ancient golden luster.
The flying scarlet was mixed with screams that could tear eardrums.
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"As evidence of this, the hairpin was given to me by the emperor himself in the past~
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The road ahead is full of obstacles...the journey back is lost, and looking back is all in vain..."
The dramatic voice echoed in the slightly luxurious room at the moment. This was pure Japanese kabuki, but the song sung a cappella was from the Chinese-themed "Yang Guifei".
A woman with beautiful appearance and cool temperament sat respectfully on the edge of this top-level suite.
There is a traditional Japanese tatami underneath her, and in the distance as far as the eye can see is a simple white paper screen, which separates the living room from the bedroom. The window at the end of the living room is open, and the moonlight shines through it, flooding the living room with moonlight.
There is a small wooden coffee table beside the white wooden screen. There is a white porcelain vase on the coffee table. There is also a spring peach blossom that has not yet bloomed in the vase.
Next to the spring peach blossoms, on the tatami filled with moonlight, a man wearing a blood-red kimono with wide sleeves slowly waved his orchid fingers, and his thin and clear voice was as clean and melodious as a girl's against the moonlight.
The man seemed to have been completely immersed in the atmosphere of kabuki. The unpredictable changes in the world made the moonlight surrounding him become cool and helpless. Scenes from that year seemed to emerge around him, just like the lyrics, "The soil is growing, who should be there?"
The passing water flows eastward without end..."
The man's fair face had a look of helplessness that made people want to cry.
The woman looked at the back of the person across from her and listened to the melodious voice echoing in the air. A tear silently ran across her cheek. With the coolness of the lingering sound, it fell into the impermanent memories.
The air was silent for a long time,
The man sighed silently, stretched out a transparent white hand to pick up the spring peach from the vase, tied up his long and shiny hair with one hand, and inserted the peach blossom as a hairpin with the other hand, revealing
His body is as white as jade and his neck is as white as jade.
Under the slanting moonlight, everything seemed as sacred and white as before.
The woman couldn't help but be stunned again, half-kneeling on the spot, stirring the index finger of her palm.
"What a sad story." The man's voice flew out of the window, but the woman heard it deeply, but it was a magnetic male voice.
He is indeed a man, although when he first started dancing, his waist was as tight as a waist and his shoulders were so slender that people completely forgot his gender. But he was indeed a man.
Because in real Kabuki in Japan, only men can act, and men who play women in Kabuki are called nagata. Nagata spend a lifetime observing, studying and imitating women. They understand the beauty of women better than women. This is
Just like some people who look at paintings can understand the paintings better than the painter. They apply white powder on their faces and confuse all living beings with their singing and gestures.
The man slowly floated his large kimono sleeves and turned around. The blood-red kimono he was wearing was embroidered with large flowers of Higan flowers.
This plant, also known as Manzhu Shahua, is originally a witness of auspiciousness. According to the allusion, those who see this flower will get rid of evil.
But at this moment, the blooming flowers on the other side of the man's body are as red as fresh blood flowing out of hell. They form a contrasting beauty with the man's white skin. As the man's body moves, they look like
It is alive and swinging slowly in the breeze, swaying in full bloom in the white moonlight.
The woman looked up at the face of the man who appeared in front of her. Every time she saw this man wearing powder and singing and dancing like this, she couldn't bear to interrupt him even if there was something important. In other people's words, she couldn't bear to interrupt him.
In her eyes, she is a rare and stunning beauty, but in front of this man, the woman feels that her beauty is as insignificant as the dust in the fallen leaves, because this man is more beautiful and graceful than her. In front of this kind of man, the woman
Seems like a superfluous creature.
"The moonlight is so beautiful." The man stood up and slowly unfolded his arms, bathing himself wholeheartedly in the moonlight. The world around him became quieter, and the silence was mixed with a trace of sadness that had not yet dissipated, and a breathtaking feeling.
Feeling relaxed and calm...
The woman gently came to the man's back and slowly placed a pair of slender fingers on the man's shoulders. She knew that the man did not like much, but her massage was indeed praised by the man.
"What's the matter?" The man slowly sat on the tatami, enjoying the woman's movements comfortably. The corner of his mouth was still as calm as an ancient well.
"Our mission was successful. The newly developed evolution drug was successfully applied to Noda Daikichi. After evolution, he used the drug to successfully obtain their experimental samples from the family. Now he has been picked up by our people and returned here.
side."
"Yeah, not bad." The man nodded with satisfaction. "What's the name of that medicine?"
"Molotov cocktail." The woman whispered and leaned next to the man.
"I have arranged for them to start mass-producing this evolutionary medicine to replace our previous evolutionary medicine. I believe that when we study our evolutionary medicine, we can improve it to a considerable level again. But this requires a process,
We still need time."
"Then do we have enough time?" The man tilted his head and looked at the woman behind him. When he looked back, the air was obviously still for a second. The woman looked at the man's turned eyes and stopped moving her hands.
However, she reacted quickly, "According to the report from our spies, our family attaches great importance to this research drug incident. We have currently sent five groups of executive cadres to find the whereabouts of Noda Daikichi. They appeared..."
"This is not the point I want to hear. If there was only this little content, Xiaomu wouldn't be here, right?" There was calmness in the man's eyes. His tone was indeed unusually gentle, just like a gentle woman.
General.
The woman nodded.
"Is this subordinate misunderstood what you meant?" The woman named Xiaomu nodded. He knew that the man in front of him was not very interested in these things, but as a subordinate, he still needed to briefly describe the matter to him.
go through.
This is the basic quality she should possess as a subordinate.
"However, we still misjudged our family's tolerance for this mission. We seemed to have touched some nerve in them. Their senior officials used absolute will to prevent the evolutionary medicine from falling into our hands this time.
"
"Who did they send?"
"The current director of the Executive Bureau." Xiaomu's voice sounded, "The current young master of the Eight Snake Qi Family, according to the information we have received so far, shows that the other party is different from the previous directors of the Executive Bureau. He personally haunts the first ghost-killing place.
The line was once regarded by the Sheqi Eight Family as..." Sakurai Kogure's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared into the air.
She looked at the man in front of her with surprise, his brows knitted tightly together, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
For a moment, she didn't know whether she should continue talking, because the upper part of the other party clearly showed a negative emotion, but the lower part showed an extremely positive emotion.
This is the first time she has seen that emotion in a man. It is different from all the tenderness when he is in a good mood. Is that a kind of happiness?
For a moment, Xiaomu really didn't know whether she should continue talking or not.
"What are you being treated as?" The man looked at the moon outside the window, the moonlight gleaming in his eyes, one side filled with happiness, the other showing ferocity.
"Be regarded as the contemporary Amaterasu of the Eight Sheki Clan." Sakurai Kogure said carefully in the man's ear. At the same time, the strength in her hand gradually weakened, and she tried her best to make the other person feel more comfortable.