I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 681 The Pain of One Thousand Minus Seven

The body's mana was emptied in an instant. Facing a monster that was too strong, it was another leapfrog challenge. Kemeng's shadow catcher was at a disadvantage, so he could only sacrifice his mana to increase his pulling power.

Under the grasp, Kemen pulled out a sticky shadow, the shadow was like sesame paste, and there were dense impurities in the black sticky shadow.

Scanning with spirituality, I found that those things were all dust, and the shadows and dust were stuck together, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Every time Kemon pulled a little bit, the dust in his hands increased.

At this time, Kemen realized that the shadow and the dust had merged into one, turning into a very strange new monster.

These monsters are a bit like shadow creatures, but they are not shadow creatures. They are new items based on the evolution of shadow creatures.

"Immortal, indestructible?" Kemon instantly interpreted this new monster with his knowledge of shadow creatures.

No, even shadow creatures can be destroyed, as long as they are purified with the power of the light department.

But can this kind of monster really be purified to death?

Kemen was dreaming and pulling.

Soon, with a swish, the third human-shaped Dust took his arm and passed through Kemeng's abdomen in an instant without talking about Wude.

At this time, the shadow dust of the first two human figures was finally pulled into the palm of Kemon.

Shadows mixed with dust have a sticky, dirty touch, which is subconsciously disgusted.

Kermon looked at the person behind him, and forced the two shadows into the shadow of the third person.

Dust is a physical substance, and Kemon's shadow grabber does not target dust, they are all dragged by dust and fall to the ground.

Then, something unexpected happened.

This person had LV999-level dust on his head, the corners of his mouth no longer turned up like a crooked war god, and his facial expression quickly turned into a bitter face.

Kemen took medicine while watching a play.

Soon, the dust of the fourth humanoid passed through Kemen's abdomen. Kemen was not polite at all, and then used the shadow grabber to pull the other's shadow.

Pull one as soon as he comes, and today he is on the verge of these curses.

The other human-shaped dust could no longer care about Kemeng, unable to follow behind him like a shadow. Kemen concentrated on replenishing all mana and draining all mana, pulling the shadow of the human-shaped dust on his abdomen to his body.

Then he swung it with one hand again, throwing the shadow onto the face of the third person.

"ah--"

The humanoid shadow screamed.

Those were the voices of four people, a bit like Kermon's voice, but not like Kermon's voice.

By the way, the face of the humanoid shadow is the face of Kermon after using the faceless mask, not the face of the real world.

Kemon looked at the pained face that he twisted with his own hands, as if he was looking at himself in a mirror.

"Painful?" Kermon asked.

Added a fifth arm to the abdomen.

He lowered his head to look at the dusty arms in his stomach, and had nothing to say.

In the same way, tons, tons, tons, the big medicine took effect, the blood volume and mana value rose crazily, and the shadow catcher forcibly grabbed it, and then threw the shadow to the opponent.

Humanoid Dust yelled again, and this time Kermon heard the cries of pain from five people.

His facial expression turned down sharply, and he was sweating profusely. Every drop of sweat was dust and sweat cast by thick ink waves.

If it was just a painful expression just now, now it is directly wearing a painful mask, excruciatingly painful.

Just this expression, put it on the Internet, accompanied by a piece of background music sublimated in despair, the feeling of a mask of pain came up.

"You can suffer even more, trust me." Kemeng murmured.

Perhaps Kemon was a prophet, and soon a sixth relay came from the belly.

"Your pain will get bigger and bigger. How many souls can a body hold?" Kemeng murmured in a low voice, but his palms became more and more proficient. He dragged the shadow together with the dust to the palm of his hand, and then threw it to the other party.

"Ten? A hundred? A thousand?"

Kemen looked closer, not panicking at all, and cast another shadow for the other party while speaking.

Each shadow represents a two-dimensional intelligent soul.

They are all full-level existences of level 999, and their souls are full of impurities. Every time they are filled, there will be an extra complex personality. When they are full, they will fall into madness.

This madness is not the madness of a single soul, but the collective madness, the song of despair and madness of hundreds of souls.

hours later.

"One thousand minus seven equals, do you know?"

While Kemen was speaking, another new shadow merged into the opponent's body.

With a scream of ah, Kemen heard nine hundred and ninety-three voices.

"Unfortunately, the answer is wrong, and I will count again."

Kemen said something wrong on purpose, shook his head, regretful, and patiently waited for the next shadow.

In the eyes of outsiders, there was nothing wrong with Kemon's actions, and they would even admire him for daring to resist the curse.

This kind of curse must be crushed and eliminated with hard power, or resisted until the bloody time passes, or be cursed to death.

But even if you die with the curse, you will follow you like a shadow after resurrection, and you will not lose the curse because of your death.

This is a super curse that hunts down to immortality, regardless of any distance restrictions.

Kemen secretly speculated that the humanoid dust chasing him should be related to the distance he traveled on the island in the sky.

Only by eradicating all the dust that cursed him can future troubles be avoided.

After waiting for a few seconds, Kemen didn't wait for the next humanoid dust to poke him in the stomach, which made Kemen startled.

"Has the bloody time passed?" Kemeng looked back and waited for another ten seconds.

"It seems that the bloody time has passed." Kemen looked back at the painful dust, and the person had disappeared.

It seems that the other party can't move without cursing time, and has been automatically moved back to that island in the sky.

Facing the curse and winning the battle, Kemon felt refreshed all over, with an indescribable refreshment in it.

Too much leveling will only make him numb, and the trouble caused by the humanoid dust has really troubled him for a while.

Fortunately, this trouble was successfully resolved.

Immediately, his gaze was fixed, and Kemeng's eyes were fixed on the dust particles on the ground, which were pure black with many loose holes on the surface.

That was what was left behind when the humanoid dust shadow was transferred to another shadow, and it was not brought back to the island in the sky.

Subconsciously, Kemon's spiritual perception thought it was good material.

Pick it up and put it in the space backpack.

He didn't know if he didn't pick it up. After he picked it up, he was startled. He didn't expect it to be a shiny golden affix, legendary quality dust!

Title: "Dust of Unknown Purpose"

Function: "The function is unknown, from the residents of Dust City."

Kemen took these materials, and he didn't need to count them. The system had already counted them for him. There were a total of 110,000 dust and carbon particles.

"Maybe it can be used as an ingredient in the mysterious cooking pot." Kemon didn't forget the mysterious cooking pot.

The Mysterious Cooking Pot can increase the resistance, the more advanced the material is put in, the higher the total resistance will be increased by polishing the body.

Like a dark cooking pot, it has unlimited ingredients and is not picky about food, so teleportation-grade dust is a good material.

"Brother Dust is a treasure!" Kemeng thought, and the idea came to him.

The fifth update was released, and the addition of 150 votes was successfully completed.

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It is estimated that it will break through 200 votes later, but I am going to bed, and staying up late is not good for coding.

Get up tomorrow and fight again, sleep brothers.