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The eerie gold dust high in the sky chuckled softly, maintaining its graceful posture, but its flippant words abruptly stopped at a certain moment.
A sense of extreme danger washed over me like a tidal wave of ice, soaking the gold dust to the bone.
Something is wrong!
The source of this surging, icy tide is a gaze.
Huang Quan slowly raised her head, her gaze empty, void, and chilling, with drops of bright red tears flowing uncontrollably from her terrifying blood-red vertical pupils.
In the instant their eyes met, Sand Gold seemed to see a surging evil god descending from the sky, an endless, decadent demon of depravity.
And then there was the horned shrine maiden in her blood-stained kimono, wielding a sword and standing proudly atop the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and the final demon with a single black wing on its back.
Something is wrong!
Something's very wrong!
More intense, cold, deathly, nihilistic, and terrifying sensations crashed down like a tidal wave.
The world, once filled with brilliant gold, instantly lost its color, turning into a grayish-white hue belonging to nothingness.
This woman is definitely not an ordinary messenger!
I have a feeling of wanting to die.
It's not about dying in a dream to find secrets, but about real death.
In that instant, Shajin's head was covered in cold sweat, and he was drenched in sweat.
He suddenly remembered what Qiong had said before: don't make the effect too good or too successful.
"Wait, we..."
Sensing something was very wrong, Sand Gold wanted to explain.
But at this moment, Huang Quan had completely lost her mind. Her mind was filled with the scenes of her time with Kiana and the words the white-haired girl had just said.
"Mei~ Shall we go to the amusement park together next time?"
Moreover, the scene before him awakened Huang Quan's past memories: the scene of 'Kiana's' death.
The scenes of the two Kianas overlapped, boom!
It evoked more memories of the Yellow Springs.
Boom!
The string of reason in Huang Quan's mind snapped completely.
She took a step, and the world silently faded away.
Her jade-like fingers transformed into sharp claws, and crimson spider lilies bloomed on her delicate body, weeping blood like rain. Huang Quan, with his empty and sinister gaze, slowly pulled out the incomparably blood-red katana.
It was a sword mark that shattered the void, a deep, crumbling rift that transcended the abyss of darkness.
That abyss seemed to be devouring everything, swallowing up billions of stars, and the crimson and dark vortex of the stars was collapsing everything, as if the entire galaxy formed by the black hole had turned into a blade of light!
Enough to tear apart galaxies!
Completely destroying everything in its path.
The sky fell, the earth cracked, and everything returned to nothingness.
Holy crap!!!
The moment Sand Gold sensed the power of this move, his composure crumbled.
What the hell is this monster?!
This sword strike even cleaved the rift between dreams and reality. If it hadn't been controlled, Pinocchio and the Twelve Hours would probably have been destroyed by this sword strike!
It's not just placer gold that's terrifying.
Sunday, Black Swan, Fireworks, Ameng, Fireflies...
All those who have reached a certain level on their journey can feel a terrifying sense of crisis.
A night thrush flying in the sky was suddenly startled and almost crashed into the building.
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Volume 1: Chapter 600 Gold Sand: Spicy Ball!
Rumble!
The crimson lightning, like a sharp sword, ripped through the sky, instantly tearing apart the pitch-black firmament. The momentary red light illuminated everything, as if the world had been splashed with blood.
After the thunder and lightning, the torrential rain poured down as expected. The endless raging waves seemed to pour down from the sky, and the air currents scattered the raindrops into ocean waves, merging with the rain to create a terrifying scene of raging waves.
Large raindrops pattered on the ground, and the once towering skyscrapers looked as pale and insignificant as fragile building blocks in the face of this blood-red rain that blanketed the sky and earth.
"What...what happened?!"
"What heavy rain?"
"Why did it suddenly start raining? Wasn't this dreamland supposed to always have clear skies?!"
"A special performance organized by the family? Red rain..."
The bustling Six Streets and Three Markets, the crisscrossing Dreamland alleys, all those immersed in feasting and sweet dreams were awakened by this terrifying celestial phenomenon.
They looked up in terror at the sky, where thunder roared and blood-red rain poured down, or reached out blankly to catch the ominous red raindrops, their faces filled with helplessness and horror.
An android dressed in a luxurious suit stopped playing billiards and used a dream passport to inquire about the reason for his family's anomalies.
In the distance, the Sulphurda bottle fountain, hundreds of meters high, unusually spewed out large amounts of syrup, causing his body to suddenly sway and stumble.
"Wow!"
The passport fell to the ground, and the projection screen displayed the family customer service's repetitive remarks. The android man gripped the edge of the pool table tightly.
"An earthquake? How could an earthquake happen?"
because……
The entire dream world, across its twelve time zones, was plunged into an unprecedented uproar at the same instant.
That was the trembling of the basic memory substances that make up a dream when they were crushed by some kind of irresistible, terrifying force.
"This power..."
At the top of the distant amusement park, a girl with skin as white as glass and shoulder-length black hair stood quietly.
The crystal monocle in her right eye reflected a destructive red light from the horizon, her gaze seemingly piercing through space, looking straight towards the direction of the Crook Film Park.
The last time I encountered that woman named Huang Quan, I was slightly tricked by Hanabi.
He kept saying "we'll win," but ended up getting killed in two quick strikes.
But it wasn't all for naught.
At least, A-Meng has a clearer understanding of the power of this world, and she needs to adjust her combat logic and methods.
In her original world, close combat, including fistfights and weapons, was almost nonexistent between high-level superhumans and beings above demigods.
Rather, it is a conflict between sequence skills and authority.
Those powers, according to what A-Meng learned in this world, are more inclined towards mechanisms.
This place is all about numbers.
Logically speaking, mechanism takes precedence over numerical value... provided the difference is not significant.
But she was just an avatar. If the real body had come to this world, there might have been some room for manipulation.
But even a clone that is not even a demigod, even if it embarks on a path of joy, is still like a firefly compared to the power it senses at this moment.
What made A-Meng even more silent was that at this moment, she realized that the purple-haired katana-wielding woman she had encountered last time hadn't been serious when she instantly killed her and Hanabi.
"Is this her true power? It's truly astonishing!"
So strong!
A-Meng squinted slightly, toying with a golden stone in her hand. Its color was similar to amber, and it reflected a deep luster.
Its name is Yellow Jade.
"Hahahaha!"
Meanwhile, at the top of the wildly spinning Ferris wheel, the Fool, dressed in a goldfish skirt and a red yukata, sat fearlessly on the outer edge of the highest point.
She made an OK sign with both hands, holding the circled area up to her eyes like a monocular telescope, gazing in the direction where the red lightning was at its strongest and the calamity was sweeping in.
His usually sly smile rarely revealed a hint of surprise.
The next second, a burst of uproarious laughter suddenly erupted.
"This is so much fun! This is so much fun! Hahahaha!"
Hanabi laughed so hard she almost fell over, her yukata skirt billowing wildly in the destructive storm. Her cherry-blossom-colored eyes shone with an extreme madness and ecstasy as she opened her arms to the apocalyptic scene:
"Come on, come on! Are we going to blow it up? Are we going to blow it up!"
……
Chaolu Mansion.
Long ago, I made a deal with the Fool to temporarily lend out my personal belongings.
Not long ago, the owner asked for his personal belongings back, but Sunday managed to evade the question by using maneuvering tactics.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief and was working on the next steps of the plan when, inexplicably, a power powerful enough to destroy the dream suddenly erupted.
"What on earth happened?!"
On Sunday, he yelled out loud, a rare outburst of his composure, his face showing dissatisfaction, anxiety, and disbelief.
"who is it?"
No need to think about it too much.
The answer has already emerged on its own amidst the tremor of the soul.
"It's that messenger!"
Only such beings could unleash such power that it nearly destroyed the entire Pinocchio!
and.
"This is no ordinary messenger... This hollow, all-consuming aura... Is it the messenger of the IXth Organization, the Void Messenger?"
"How is this possible!"
How could a messenger be born from this destiny?
At this moment, the entire dream world groaned and trembled, and countless memories flickered like candles in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse.
On Sunday, I forcibly suppressed the turmoil in my heart; now was not the time to delve into the reasons.
Having run Pinocchio for decades and weathered many storms, the family has long prepared contingency plans for various disasters, especially during this sensitive period when the grand celebration of harmony is being held.
On Sunday, without hesitation, the person in charge activated the deepest level of emergency plan with the highest authority.
"All 4.63 million members of the hound family, please immediately join in the harmonious melody and welcome the strings!"
The command spread like invisible ripples to every corner of the dreamland in an instant.
In an instant, all members of the hound family, regardless of their location or the mission they were on, stopped abruptly and stood in unison, looking up at the trembling sky.
All the hounds did the same thing in unison.
Countless colorful and beautiful melodies emanated from each member, like awakened musical sprites, shimmering with a dreamlike radiance.
Billions of musical notes fluttered, like a colorful swarm of butterflies, converging from all directions, intertwining, entwining, and merging, ultimately weaving a rainbow bridge that spans the entire shattered sky.
The light was dazzling, the music harmonious and solemn, as if countless celestial sounds were playing a sacred symphony at the same moment.
The Harmonious Strings are the incarnations of the God Hipe.
In family territories, people often play harmonious music together with a collective heart, merging billions of thoughts into one, so that they can respectfully welcome the embodiment of harmony to descend to the mortal world.
By gathering the hound family line, what is summoned is—Ailenev, the Infinite Chieftain of All Lives!
The heavens suddenly burst open, and a majestic and boundless being descended upon the world.
It stands over ten thousand meters tall, and its lower body is not of ordinary form, but is composed of endlessly flowing harmonious light, hovering majestically between heaven and earth, like a divine pillar supporting a dream.