Chapter 1003 Zhuang Buyuan Controls the Nightmare and the God of Death!

Above the Immortal Mountain, a group of white clouds was floating over from the east.

Recently, the manor's palace has been floating near Indigo's volcano, monitoring his every move. But at this time, in order to save people, Zhuang Buyuan transferred the Yunshang palace here.

Among the wildly spreading volcanic ash and the rapidly erupting magma, these white clouds are like a clear lotus, emerging from the mud but unstained, and not affected by the volcanic ash from the outside at all.

In fact, the Cloud Palace is also part of the manor. It can escape into the space of the manor at any time and looks like it is floating in the air. In fact, the volcanic ash and flying stones seem to pass through the phantom. The manor left not a single trace.

Snow-white clouds and black mushroom clouds overlap each other, showing a strange superposition state.

Bolts of lightning shuttled around the Yunshang Palace, illuminating the entire palace.

Zhuang Buyuan stood on the bow of the palace, looking down. Beside him, Xiao Lin also looked around anxiously.

Perhaps because of the blood relationship, the two parties were spiritually connected. Even though they were so far apart in the sky, he was still the first to find Professor Xiaolin.

"Where is it! Come on, come on! There!" Xiao Lin shouted loudly, pointing to the small squirming dot on the ground.

Zhuang Buyuan looked in the direction he pointed, waved his hand, and the palace immediately lowered its height and floated in that direction.

At this moment, the volcano made a loud explosion, and the whole world seemed to be overturned. The sky-high volcanic ash and hot magma erupted above the palace. A cute light lit up at the boundary of the palace. It was the junction of two different spaces. Some tiny particles were affected and captured by the manor, but were instantly crushed by the boundary of the manor, inspiring a hazy light.

"No! The volcano has erupted again!" Xiao Lin was going crazy with anxiety, "Master, Master, what should I do!"

This is the first time Zhuang Buyuan has seen pyroclastic flows. If he had to find a description, it would be that the door to hell is opening, the knight of death and war, driving the nightmare, riding the eye of hell, Emerged from hell and swept the entire world!

At that moment, even Zhuang Buyuan, who was used to seeing all kinds of big scenes, couldn't help being shocked.

The power of heaven and earth is so powerful!

The last time Zhuang Buyuan saw a similar scene was when predators swept across the blue stone leaf star.

"Master of the village..." Seeing Zhuang Buyuan in a daze, Xiao Lin almost became paralyzed with fear.

"Master, there are many other people around here, what should we do?" Next to him, Da Lao, who was also looking down, asked.

"There are others...wait..." Zhuang Buyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, yes!

"Come out!" He waved his hand, and a black smoke appeared around him.

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Above the ground, Professor Xiaolin was almost desperate.

This unprecedented and terrifying pyroclastic flow, which has never been seen before, rolled in with overwhelming force and thunderous force.

This is a tsunami of lava and fire, this is the ruthless laughter of death, this is the end of the world that can erase everything.

It’s over…

He glanced at the tape recorder in his hand and smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry, brother..." After recording the last sentence, he held the recorder in his arms and suddenly shrank his body.

At this time, the only thing he could do was to protect the recorder with his own body, hoping to leave the last data.

But to be honest, he had given up all hope in the face of such a hot and terrifying pyroclastic flow.

In the face of this kind of debris flow, he would not even leave any dregs behind.

The pyroclastic flow was getting closer and closer, and the black smoke and dust rolled in, covering the sky and covering the ground, drowning him.

The moment the debris flow approached, he closed his eyes tightly, preparing to withstand the intense heat.

No, in fact, he didn't have to bear anything at all. He was already cooked before his nerves felt the pain.

Everything happened so quickly, it was like returning to my mother's arms.

He felt like he was floating up, floating in a warm and soft place, something was shaking him, and someone was calling his name.

"Yanji! Wake up!"

This voice is so familiar.

"I seem to hear my brother's voice...Brother, I'm sorry...I should have spent more time with you...and my family."

Professor Xiaolin has been obsessed with academics all his life and has been away from home almost all his adult life.

He never married and had no children. For him, his brother and his children were his only relatives.

But even they haven't seen each other for a long time.

But at this time, we said goodbye and there was no chance to see each other again.

"Lao Er, Lao Er, you should open your eyes!" Hearing his brother murmur, Xiao Lin hurriedly said, "Ah, your legs, what's wrong with your legs? Doctor! Doctor! Come here!"

When he heard many people coming around, Professor Xiaolin felt something was wrong.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was not swallowed up by the debris flow at all, but was lying on a smooth, transparent and glowing floor.

He raised his head and saw his brother's face.

"You're awake, you're okay, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Xiao Lin hugged his brother and cried bitterly. He once thought that he had lost his relative.

"Where am I?" Professor Xiaolin looked around blankly.

Above his head, there was something like a semicircular dome. Volcanic ash and lava rolled over his head, but when they fell on the dome, they disappeared, like a shadow.

Beside him stood a smiling young man.

The young man nodded slightly to him, then turned back.

"Ah... no, pyroclastic flow!" Professor Xiaolin struggled, climbed to the edge, and looked underground through the translucent floor.

The pyroclastic flow is still advancing crazily. At this time, the pyroclastic flow has advanced to more than ten kilometers away from the Immortal Mountain.

Here, there is a small town with a population of tens of thousands. At this time, the town is still under intense evacuation.

At the edge of the town, there was a policeman. He stared blankly at the sweeping pyroclastic flow. A black mist rushed towards his face, as if it could swallow everything.

"No...run...ah, help!"

He turned sharply and ran.

But before he ran ten meters away, he was overtaken by black mist and swallowed up.

Behind him, the pyroclastic flow continued relentlessly.

"No...save them..." Professor Xiaolin shouted desperately.

But the debris flow still washed past like erasing footprints on the beach, instantly submerging the entire town.

Not even for a second.

The evacuated people, the frightened elderly and children, the police struggling to maintain composure, and the screaming housewives. When they turned around and looked in the direction of the pyroclastic flow, the last scene they saw was overwhelming darkness... …

And the young man standing on top of the darkness seemed to be controlling nightmares and death.

The village is not far away.