Chapter 147 (1/2)

He decided to escape first, find some friends (cannon fodder), and then use the contact with Dieyi to locate this coordinate and kill the female seal.

And then

He found himself thinking too much.

The female seal seems to be very dissatisfied with his survival every time.

Because of the limitation of that small ball, when avi lives too many games, it will affect the final quality of the ball, especially if he lives more than 100 games, he will get a bug.

In case of anger, no one can take the responsibility.

The queen of the seal reported all this to God.

The white fog is dense.

In the smell, the female seal regained her daughter's body, a very charming image, which I still feel pity for. Unfortunately, she didn't like it and didn't understand:

why is the God's realm known as the source of wanweier, she appears in the form of a woman instead of a noble seal royal family.

She was floating in a thick soup, puffing bubbles.

The soup is very white, with a white body, which is not easy to identify.

The soup was served in a huge bowl, because God often said to her, ”come to the bowl.”.

What a god of evil taste.

She thought more than once, but she repented immediately. Forgive me. Please forgive me.

And today, again, she has the Oracle: kill ivy, the pretty young man you've captured.

Her eyes were red, her fists clenched, her mouth cracked, and she gave a cruel smile - thank God, I had this idea for a long time.

White slender jade legs across the edge of the bowl, a wisp of gauze shrouded, meat hidden meat is more attractive.

Her jade hand stretched out, engraved with red flowers in the rose bowl, a trace of white gas, gathered in her palm, condensed into a cream light rune.

It's a rune. Actually, it's a pattern word. Ivy must know it here. That word is ”food”.

The pointer of time has turned to eve of evey's escape, and he carefully examines the harvest: Blood rune.

It was only after he left the arena that he understood that all the opponents he killed would leave a rune mark.

These marks are copies of runes in the blood soul ball coagulated by the blood of the fighting soul.

Even so, it provides a powerful force.

It's like the curse mark on the neck of Naruto Sasuke.

The good thing is that he doesn't have to suffer any pain; the disadvantage is that he doesn't know.

Ivy's been worried about is here. There is no free lunch.

He doesn't expect any hard work and no gain. God will reward you as much as you can.

Just to fight more exciting, fuller, magic and soul squeeze to get cleaner.

Ivy lay in the cage, squinting at his competitors, patting his bulging stomach, looking relaxed.

He's absorbing blood runes.

A hundred soul black holes, turning hard, like a textile competition.

Threads of red, like silk thread, are dragged into the darkest abyss, red and black interweave into a picture.

Ivy was looking at the pictures.

It's strange that there is nothing in common. The painting is also very abstract. It seems that there is no useful information.

But he knew that these pictures were extraordinary.

For the first time, he got interesting information from the soul black hole.

With more and more red silk thread, those patterns seem to have vitality, moving one by one.

It's all the wisdom of heaven and earth, or a fool talking about dreams.

Ivy fell asleep, and he felt himself walking into the black hole with the red lines.

This is a very dangerous move. As far as he knows, the black hole is unidirectional and can only enter but not go out. This is the rhythm that will be trapped in it.