Chapter 2382

...If it wasn't for protecting the companions behind him, Fuxiluo could easily escape this "plasticine rain" right?

When this idea broke into Lin Sanjiu's mind, it was also the time when the pain after the consciousness was forcibly pulled away and cut off was slightly relieved.

She seemed to be rolling down from the endless twisting of blades, and finally found that she did not know when she was kneeling on the ground, her limbs were on the ground, her whole body was trembling, and there was a faint pain in her throat that seemed to be cracked.

Panting, Lin Sanjiu turned her head in the direction of the woods, and saw a scene she would never forget.

...Did she see it because she entered the "plasticine space" once?

With the dark forest as the center, countless "plasticine" are shooting out in all directions, like the fragments of stars that exploded and bloomed after death and shattered, turning into whistling meteors covering the sky and the earth.

Each ball of "plasticine" is invisible, and wherever it is drawn, it will show the shape and color corresponding to the surrounding space; with their rapid strokes, the "plasticine" is constantly flashing and changing—for a moment In the meantime, the world under the night seems to be sparkling, the air, trees, night stars... Undulating and swaying, the luster fluctuates when countless "plasticine" rubs by.

For a moment, Lin Sanjiu could only sit on the ground and stare blankly; the glimmer of light reflected from countless "plasticine" changes, reflected the boiling starry sky in her vision.

Under the countless meteors with changing luster, Fu Xiluo's back was standing straight in front of him.

Just as she thought, Fu Xiluo had no room to hide at this moment - as long as he left the place, Lin Sanjiu, Exodus, and his companions in Exodus behind him would be thrown by countless "plasticine"; No matter how much Lin Sanjiu thought, he couldn't figure out how Fu Xiluo could stop the meteor-like "plasticine" that spread all over the world in a short period of time.

Fu Xiluo raised his right arm, fingers bluffing.

She can still vaguely feel that the part of her consciousness that was pulled out and cut off, like a dying snake, managed to maintain a complete form and did not dissipate; The hand was twitching faintly, struggling, gradually turning into a "plasticine space".

"Go ahead,"

Fu Xiluo spat out two words in a low voice, and the consciousness in his hand suddenly burst into white light, as if the explosive device in his body was detonated-in an instant, the consciousness that once belonged to Lin Sanjiu was turned into countless fragments. With a wave of his arms, like tens of thousands of swift bullets, he whipped up a strong wind and rushed head-on into the night between heaven and earth.

Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood.

Could it be that Fu Xiluo wanted to use tens of thousands of points of consciousness to meet the "plasticine" that came like thousands of meteors?

From the looks of it, he should not have activated any evolution ability; that is to say, Fu Xiluo judged the speed and direction of countless "shooting stars" completely with his own eyesight, and shot out so many fragments of consciousness with his own physical strength... ...Is this really something humans can do?

You know, if you let a few "plasticine" rush through the defensive line and land on Exodus, it will be a big trouble...

However, it was as if someone had carefully calculated the trajectory, direction and distance of each collision. Wherever Lin Sanjiu looked, every bit of consciousness precisely met a small piece of "plasticine".

For a moment, it was as if countless small fireworks were blooming on the water: clouds in the dark night, the border between the woods and the sky, swaying tall wild flowers... all caused waves to sway in a circle due to the impact of countless "plasticine" circle texture.

"It's blocked," she murmured, in disbelief: "It's really blocked!"

"It's not over yet," Fuxiluo said in a low voice, "Next you have to be more careful."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Sanjiu understood what he meant.

The consciousness eroded by the "plasticine" hit the "plasticine" again. Although the two collided and resolved the momentum, countless "plasticines" stopped, and Lin Sanjiu was temporarily saved. And Exodus will not be touched; but this also means that the space between the sky and the earth has become a piece of cloth that has been eaten by moths, and it is covered with plasticine spaces that are gradually expanding everywhere.

"Wait, can't they be connected?" Lin Sanjiu was startled when he thought of this. "So many 'plasticine' expanding from countless places at the same time..."

"Well, in the end it will become a plasticine space that is several times larger than what I released just now." Fuxiluo sighed and said, "But I have to connect them."

"Why?"

"It's troublesome to tame a huge guy again, but what's more troublesome is to tame so many plasticine spaces one by one. It's easier to tame one than a thousand." Fu Xiluo didn't turn his head. Say, "Didn't you say your humanoid was alive when you were on the ship?"

"Yes, I said it... and abilities too. I found that they seem to have their own growth process." Lin Sanjiu stared at the world in front of him that gradually stopped undulating, and said in a low voice.

"It's the same with this one."

Fuxiluo pointed to the "plasticine space" that was being connected little by little in front of him, and said, "Have you ever thought about why the trees and stones wrapped in it are not scattered into the most basic parts?" Molecular form, blending into the surrounding world, but the people who are wrapped in it will surely die?"

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"Could it be... that the 'plasticine space' consciously melted and scattered humans?"

"Yes, that's right." Fu Xiluo sighed again, and raised his right hand again. "For it, this is a hunt... the prey is me, you, and everyone sleeping on the spaceship behind you."

"Then how do you tame it again?" Lin Sanjiu hadn't even uttered the words from Lin Sanjiu's throat. Fu Xiluo had already gently, almost without thinking, stretched his right hand into the "plasticine space".

Just as soon as he stretched it in, the appearance of that right hand changed immediately; the shapes of the five fingers could no longer be distinguished, and the whole hand was like a facial tissue that had been soaked in water for a long time, floating white and about to transform into shape.

"your hands--"

"It's okay, it was like this when I first entered. You were similar just now." Fuxiluo looked at his hand and replied quietly: "There are two ways to tame it, one is through external oppression, and the other is to tame it. The first is through internal checks and balances. Hey, I didn’t update for 3 weeks, and my hand gave birth. What should I do after the end? How do other authors solve this problem?