The world on the third level is right in front of him, but Jonas really can't see it. Firstly, the endless stream of dragon souls has stopped, and secondly, his mind can no longer bear more information. The messy knowledge is like swords, guns, swords and halberds.

His senses were stimulated, and he fell into a severe hallucination. The world in front of him turned into a mirage of white ground like ice and snow. The clouds and sky were indistinguishable, and the hills and valleys were difficult to distinguish. Only some simple lines could tell him what kind of object was located there, but the specifics were unclear.

What kind of object it was, he didn't know.

He was so hot that he took off his clothes and let the wind blow directly on his body. But the wind was getting hotter and hotter. There were laughing shouts in his ears, which seemed to be the singing of a group of castratoes. The melody was holy and grand, but the words were very vicious and full of curses.

With words, may the good have no place to live, may the evil prevail, may the gods drink human flesh and blood, may cattle and horses sit on the throne, may tree seeds and maggots sprout and grow in the bodies and souls of innocent people...

He smelled the smell, but it was very attractive to him. It was full of seductive pheromones that could make people despicable without any bottom line.

The world was pure white, but that was what he saw with his eyes, and what he felt: When he fell to the ground, he didn't know where he landed. Was it a plain or a valley? His feet touched the ground, and the touch seemed to be wet.

In the swampland, there were raised cold rocks under my feet, which were very smooth. I could also feel some fishing net-like silk objects, and bubbles bursting under my feet.

Jonas walked three or five steps, then stopped and reached for the scroll behind him. The shell of the ancient scroll was still cold and hard, which was good.

Next, let's take a rest. Jonas planned to lie down and relax himself, so he really lay down like this. His thinking could no longer tolerate too much logic and reason, so he instinctively chose to lie down.

A direwolf ran over and licked his neck gently. Its sharp canine teeth tore open his throat and blood poured out.

Jonas didn't feel any pain at all. On the contrary, he felt comfortable all over. The rising feeling came again. He flew up and left his body that was crowded with noisy information. In mid-air, he saw a dark green eye on the dome.

Staring at him, the dirty dark blue sclera were like piles of rotten fruits and vegetables covered with mold, the pupils were in an ∞ shape, the eyes were squinted, and the eyelids were like reptiles covered with thin scales, extremely greedy.

He didn't like these eyes, so he turned his head. The ground was a broken body of a woman, or it looked like a woman. The remaining bit of skin was white and delicate, and the exposed flesh and bones, and countless tiny

The eyeballs are extremely blasphemous.

Jonas flew high in the sky, and the white world dimmed.

…

The Psijics are besieging a tall white-gold human being. His body is as beautiful and deep as a god, full of philosophy, and the light he emits is frightening. His blond hair is burning like a flame, and his eyes are as blue as the sea.

Shoot unlimited enthusiasm.

"You really pissed me off! Today you have no way to go to heaven, and no way to hell. You should not mess with me even if you are messing with dragons and tigers! I can't stand you even if I bear shit or piss! Give it all to me.

Damn it!!!"

He punched out continuously, each punch was like a comet exploding! For a moment, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and Sattar was hit again and again!

Aran exclaimed, "Baishan in this timeline is so scary!"

Seven layers of everyone's advanced magic barriers were broken in an instant, and the last three layers were also crumbling. The dean gently waved the staff of Magnus, and the magic energy hit Lu Zhengkang, but he did not flinch at all.

It actually directly broke through the time-stop effect of the dragon chrysalis and struck against the original energy torrent of the light world.

"Since I came to this world, I have been suffering from the inability to integrate martial arts and magic. It was not until I hammered the incarnation of the God of War to death recently that I realized a truth..."

A Psijic couldn't help but be curious and asked, "What's the point?"

"The human body has limits, but the mind has no limits. Therefore, every punch and every move of a warrior is not an attack on the opponent, but on one's own heart and on the world! Let's

You bunch of pointy-faced rats who have gone astray, see what the ultimate skill of fighting is!!!"

The leader's narrowed eyes widened in fear, "No! Reinforce the dragon chrysalis!" He waved his staff hurriedly to increase the output of the Eye of Magnus. While the other believers chanted incantations, they poured out from their sleeves and robes

I took out wide-mouthed pottery bottles from inside and opened them.

A steady stream of dragon souls flew out, and the world stopped and the light shone brightly. Even Lu Zhengkang's fist was slightly stagnant, but his expression was extremely arrogant and presumptuous. He wanted to tell the world that he was arrogant.

It's the air that covers the sky.

"You can know autumn with a leaf, and see a leopard with a tube. Beyond the limitations of thinking, beyond the confinement of the soul, this is my fist, and it is also my world!" Lu Zhengkang, who was like a god of war, laughed wildly, and his body was growing stronger in white gold bit by bit.

It dissolves in the light, but an illusory ice-blue spirit body seems to be real. Even if the body dies, it will still punch this punch.

"Run Seal!"

The next moment, the mages saw a miracle they had never seen before in their lives. The man's straight blow punched a hole in the space, and the turbulent void of annihilation spurted out. Then in the deep darkness, a bright light burst out, and a huge

The roulette wheel divides the chaos, with eight spokes, and the gap between the spokes is divided into sixteen points. In the center is a tall man, who is still smiling and relaxed.

Sure enough, a world was created!

The wheel mark is the rut of the world wheel!

The dragon chrysalis dimmed in an instant, and all the mages were struck by the wind, and their bodies were quietly wiped out.

"Gonna die! Gonna die!"

"Help! Help!"

Of the nine Psijic cultists, six died in one encounter. The leader and Aran were seriously injured. Everything was heading towards destruction. The energy beam of the Eye of Magnus was already as wide as a river, but in the round

After printing, I still retreat step by step.

The world in front of Lu Zhengkang was getting darker and darker.

The mind has no limits, but the body has limits. Without the body to rely on, the mind can hardly achieve anything...

After all, we are human.

"Sigh." Lu Zhengkang tried to close his eyes, but he couldn't. His left eye was disappearing with the wind, and the ending of the world was dark and cold.

I couldn't save you, I'm sorry, kid.

At the last moment, he saw Jonas' figure appearing in the center of the battlefield.

The boy's face was full of confusion.

Lu Zhengkang's spirit smiled.

The wheel seal disappeared, the wave of magic energy rushed over and submerged the warriors, and everything came to an abrupt end.

"Stop? We won?" The survivors tried their best to cheer, but the tears of fear couldn't stop flowing down. "They are dead. Really dead."

Those killed by the wheel seal cannot be recovered even if time and space are turned back, because that part has been taken to another world, and the information about its existence has been completely erased.

The dean used the tongue of fire technique to sear his remains and block the blood flow. "All sacrifices are worth it. Let's speed up the progress and let the boy get to the point."

"clear."

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Chapter completed!