Chapter 42 Is this a plot kill
If it is just about momentum, Dong Tianpeng, who just appeared, is many times stronger than Mu's fireworks.
However, Fang Mu's expression was still as normal.
As the place where the magic sound is most concentrated, the top of the Tianshan Mountain is still calm.
Fang Mu used the mini resurrection point in his hand to grab the dispersed mental power around him, and said impatiently:
"Since you have broken through, then hurry up and get down.
Do you still want to scream me to death with your throat?"
Dong Tianpeng sneered: "Since you are so anxious to die, I will give you my help!"
This loud sound caused the purple clouds in the sky to roll.
Even the clouds around Tianshan Mountain were shaken and gathered and dispersed.
However, this is not over yet. The huge phantom above the sky suddenly turned into reality, covering the sky above the Tianshan Mountains.
This giant hand, carrying the momentum of collapse, fell straight towards Fang Mu, as if he wanted to shoot Fang Mu into powder with the fingers of the Tianshan Mountain beneath him!
In the distance, the players who had just been resurrected were shocked by this scene.
They feel like they are being photographed as meat pies at any time.
Some timid people even began to tremble slightly.
"Damn, this is too real. Why do I feel like I'm going to be slapped to death!"
"I also think so. This hand is too scary. Why does it look even more terrifying than the boss before?"
"Hey, do you think this is a plot kill?"
"What consciousness?"
"The plot helps us kill the boss. This boss is so perverted, we will definitely not be able to beat it!"
"It makes sense, but if the boss dies like this, who will be the reward?"
“…”
Just as this group of people were talking, the giant palm that had just fallen half changed again.
An indescribable pressure burst out from the palm of the giant palm.
While this pressure spread, it caused a series of changes between the world.
Thunder clouds roll, strong wind whistling, and evil ghosts whistling...
All kinds of strange phenomena flashed one after another, as if the heaven and earth were about to be slapped away by this slap.
The players below who were still talking about it just now suddenly closed their mouths.
They all looked ashen and could not withstand this power at all.
"No, I can't stand it anymore. I won't fight this boss!"
After this player finished speaking, he actually went offline.
His actions reminded other players in the Resurrection Site.
For a moment, those players who could not stand this stimulation immediately went offline.
Just a moment later, more than half of the players who were originally densely packed near the resurrection site were missing.
The remaining brave players stared at the giant hand above their heads with excitement.
Under everyone's gaze, this giant palm that stirred up the wind and clouds of the world finally landed on Fang Mu's head.
At this time, Fang Mu was still snatching the mental power that was overflowing from the dead players with expressionless expressions.
It was not until a lightning bolt hit his head that he raised his right hand reluctantly.
There was no loud noise as I imagined.
Fang Mu's right hand slapped with the huge palm in the sky, and only a crisp cunch came out.
The next moment, the wind stopped and the clouds were quiet, and the evil ghosts dissipated.
The palm that covered several kilometers of radius and seemed to be able to crush the world was then held on top of Fang Mu's disproportionate little hand.
Fang Mu held the huge palm with one hand and said in a tone that seemed to be chattering:
“I almost fell into the devil’s path a few days ago.
At that time, I thought it was just a coincidence.
Now that I think about it, this matter should be related to you, right?"
Dong Tianpeng did not have the intention to chat with Fang Mu at this moment.
The blow he had just determined to win was actually resolved by Fang Mu in such an easy way, which made him feel a vague premonition in his heart.
He kept whispering, and the evil ghosts beside him whistled repeatedly.
Strange spells dispersed from him and merged into the huge palm, trying to control the palm to close.
But no matter how he called, the giant palm did not react at all, as if someone had a hole in it.
At this time, Fang Mu, who was under the giant palm, was still waiting for Dong Tianpeng's response.
Fang Mu has always been worried about that almost obsessed with the devil.
That's why he patiently wanted to chat with Dong Tianpeng, but Dong Tianpeng was a little uncooperative.
He waited for a long time but didn't see Dong Tianpeng respond. Instead, the huge palm above his head was squirming.
Fang Mu stretched out his other hand with some boredom, and gently tapped it on the giant palm above his head, and the palm began to burn violently.
In an instant, the fire spread for dozens of miles, and the light even covered the blue sky above our heads.
Countless evil ghosts cried and wanted to break free from this giant palm, but instead added some ingredients to the flames, making the flames even more shrill.
"You dare!"
Dong Tianpeng never expected that the monster he had worked hard to refine for hundreds of years would be ignited so easily.
For a moment, shock, heartache, shame, anger, resentment and other emotions burst into his heart instantly, and finally gathered together, forming endless fury!
Originally, he planned to retain some strength to deal with Ziyun in Canglang Realm.
But at this moment, he had no reservations anymore.
The rolling demonic energy surged out of his body like a leak of heaven.
The demonic energy collided with the purple energy between heaven and earth, and instantly turned into a pure and violent spiritual energy, spreading between heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, this spiritual frenzy affected those players watching the game.
The players who were still standing nearby were directly driven into powder by the spiritual craze.
The very few players who were lucky enough not to die immediately were already dizzy and their limbs were numb.
Some people even started vomiting in the real world and were forcibly driven away from the Canglang Realm.
In an instant, the number of players who were still watching just now decreased by 90%.
And the resurrection spot with uncertain light and darkness in the distance was once again filled with the resurrected players.
"This is too perverted. The bosses in this game must be of this level, so let's just play the trick!"
"Just... the bullshit boss battle is even more perverted than the survival mode!"
"Survival mode is nothing, this is horror mode!"
"I can't hold on anymore, you guys keep going..."
This group of slutty players did not notice that the craze of spiritual energy did not stop after being rolled over from them, but instead rolled bigger and bigger like a snowball.
Further afield, some monks watching the battle secretly were soon swallowed by the spiritual frenzy.
Although these people are much stronger than those players and can withstand the direct crushing of spiritual energy, they are not having a good time either.
Under the guidance of the spiritual energy craze, the spiritual energy in their bodies suddenly ran away.
Many people were severely injured in an instant and could only rely on magic weapons to support the spiritual craze.
Chapter completed!