Chapter 147 (2/2)

Whenever he got here, he would wake up immediately. However, the small part of soul consciousness that entered the black hole was recovered in any case, and it took a long time to recover.

This time, however, what he was surprised by was that the red lines seemed to have a strong support. Each was arrogant and strong, and it was not easy to compromise or break.

This is very comfortable, Ivy grabbed the red silk thread, let them gently pull themselves out.

After half a night, he fell asleep, and his soul was extremely tired. A short glance benefited him a lot.

He felt that before the arrival of three-dimensional, he seemed to be able to master something extraordinary.

Is soul black hole zero dimensional?

Of course.

But on the other hand, zero dimension is also a strange dimension. It means nothing and the beginning of all things. How can it not be special?

One night, he was woken up by a vibration. The first reaction was an earthquake?

And then he laughed.

It's not so much earthquake as earth shaking and mountain shaking.

He looked up and saw the bright red sky and the strange blue arena.The fighting animals in the cage were shivering around.

What happened? This combat cycle is not over, and

Ivy's strength has been recognized, but also the harvest of some so-called ”friends.”.

”Old man,” a rabbit tailed lion said to him gingerly, ”I'm afraid we won't survive this time...”

”What's the matter, old lion, so pessimistic?”

”This is the legendary battle of salvation.” There is a gorgeous birdcage hanging around, in which a duck shed big tears.

”It's really no more incantation. Let's face it.”

”What's the matter?”

”Xiao Fang, I like you. Don't forget me.”

”Brother, let's fight until the end of the world.”

All kinds of noisy voices were buzzing all over the square.

In the tumultuous atmosphere, Ivy gets the crude information.

Since ancient times, all the participants in the legendary battle of salvation will die.

No matter how many people there are, it's not a matter of quantity.

Only one person can survive.

Ivy wants that person to be himself, but there is no way. It needs not only strength, but also luck.

The blue sky was getting darker and darker, and the whole world was enveloped in it.

There are only a few colors in the stars. Strange red, cold blue, mysterious black.

Gray, a symbol of death. Because the gray stars themselves are dead.

Infinite water, in all directions will be the perfect arena in the middle of the big fight.

Countless creatures, waiting for their own doomsday judgment.

Through the water, the majestic sound bombarded the air shield, adding a bit of sadness to the black doomsday.

”Sinners rejected by God...”

It's a good voice. Ivy is a little disdainful.

This is the so-called God, too low 13, right?

Instead of paying much attention to what God was saying, he was moved by the spectacle.

This feeling is like a deep black hole, not knowing the past and future, only moving in one direction.

It's a complex feeling.

New and interesting? Fear and despair? Lonely? be petrified?