Star Dome Railway, I'm really good at swallowing!

And the next moment she disappeared.

--boom!

The sky was directly wrapped in flames. The temperature of the space, which originally emitted a faint red glow, rose sharply, and the space was directly ignited.

In the distance, March Seventh hurriedly condensed a transparent ice shield to cover everyone.

In Han Xing's eyes, the dark golden light was flowing with a hint of flame, and the "fire" spreading in the sky gathered towards the long sword as if being summoned.

The flames eventually melted into the blade, and on the Tang sword, condensed by the humming sound, dark golden flames danced like spirits, like water flowing on its surface. A drop of golden flame fell along the blade, and the area below Han Xing was instantly transformed into a sea of ​​golden flames. The rift seemed to be burned through.

The golden pattern on the head of the "Creation Engine" began to distort violently, and the condensed facial features seemed to have seen a monster. It actually raised its hand and smashed directly at its arm that was grabbed by the tentacle.

——Bang!

After the loud bang, the "Creation Engine" covered the broken part on its shoulder, and the space not far behind it was torn apart. It actually rushed directly towards the space crack that appeared.

Seeing this, Han Xing couldn't help but chuckle.

[Current remaining energy 20%]

From the very beginning, Han Xing had been mobilizing the Chimera power within her body, devouring the energy stored in her "Price Control." Simply by gathering the flames in the sky, she had already consumed 15% of the energy, and the remaining 20% ​​was still the energy she had just converted.

The Creation Engine's bulky body swayed as it ran. The loss of an arm had caused significant problems with its balance system. However, after being dominated by the Rift Lord, it had gained a modicum of intelligence. Even as it fled, it concentrated a beam of light and sent it crashing down on Frost Star, stalling for time.

"You're stalling me," a calm female voice rang out, and Han Xing instantly stepped through space and appeared in front of the Creation Engine. "If I hadn't been short on energy, I would have chopped you down long ago."

As he spoke, he raised the long sword in his hand.

"But that's enough for now."

"So...die."

- Om!

There was a clear sound of the long sword brushing against the air when it fell, but it mysteriously disappeared halfway, and the entire rift space seemed to be still at that moment.

The intense golden flame transformed into a dazzling blade light that swept across, splitting the body of the "Creation Engine" in two like cutting tofu. The golden patterns on the other party's body twisted and tried to repair the damaged body, but were directly wiped off the surface of the body by the golden flame.

The golden flames began to spread over the huge body of the "Creation Engine", eventually enveloping it completely.

The energy of the split world gushed out from the cut in the middle of the opponent like a rushing waterfall.

Han Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and the tentacles from the dark golden ancient wings behind him rushed towards the "Creation Engine" like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

The tentacles indiscriminately entwined themselves around the Creation Engine, enveloping it mercilessly. The golden flames reflected off the tentacles, shimmering with a strange brilliance, yet they remained unharmed.

When the tentacles reached the fault, they formed a huge mouth, opened it suddenly, and began to bite the gushing energy.

Han Xing suddenly discovered that there was a white figure in the crack of the huge head in front of him that he had split open.

He frowned and rushed in front of the white shadow.

A young girl came into Han Xing's sight.

He retracted the flames around the girl to avoid accidentally hurting her. Then, Han Xing squatted down and gently patted her face.

"Little sister, wake up! Can you hear me..."

But no matter how Han Xing shouted, the girl still kept her eyes closed.

"Fuck! You're not going to let me hack you to death?!"

Han Xing carefully examined the girl's delicate body.

The girl was wearing a white dress, with her long black hair flowing down. Her delicate facial features seemed like the most outstanding work of God, like a holy angel.

But her limbs were embedded in the head of the Creation Engine, and black and gold rift energy coiled around her waist. Han Xing's sword didn't strike the opponent; the girl seemed to have fallen out when the Creation Engine crashed to the ground.

A tentacle reached out to the girl's delicate body, constantly sucking the chaotic energy around it. Those manic energies were like docile kittens under Han Xing's hand.

After a long time, all the tentacles wrapped around the "Creation Engine" were retracted, leaving only the one next to the girl. It carefully absorbed the surrounding rift energy, fearing that it would accidentally suck the girl dry.

“Han Xing!!!”

March Seven's voice sounded from behind, accompanied by the sound of hurried running.

Han Xing felt a slightly cool little hand holding her.

She quickly wrapped her robe around her body and turned to look at March Seven.

San Yueqi's face was full of worry and his eyes were slightly red.

She held Han Xing's hand and felt the hot body temperature.

"Why is it so hot, you..."

Before she could say anything else, Han Xing let go of the other person's hand, chuckled and said, "I'm fine, I just feel a little hot, I just need to rest for a while."

　She was about to leave, but March Seventh stubbornly grasped her hand again, his hand covered with a faint chill.

"I have Wuxiang Ice, so I'm not afraid of being burned."

Seeing this, Han Xing had no choice but to let the other party catch him.

"Are you hurt?"

Han Xing shook his head.

Sanyueqi frowned, "You're not injured, but you look so pale? And your temperature is so high?"

As he said this, he was about to lift up the robe on Han Xing to take a look.

"Ah, ah, ah! There are people around. When did you become so bold?"

Han Xing hurriedly blocked San Yueqi's hand and hid aside, covering his robe.

Then, with a look of deep sorrow on her face, she said, "I hope you won't be persecuted into a female hooligan by me."

"You talented girl, you hooligan!!!" March Seventh glanced at Han Xing angrily, then turned to look at the people behind him. Everyone turned their heads to look at the sky, and Dan Hengjie Pad even closed his eyes to rest.

"Okay, no one is looking at you now! Look at me!!!" March Seven looked at Han Xing.

Han Xing's face was full of reluctance, "Brother Jie, don't!"

"Be good! Let me have some!"

San Yueqi didn't care who the Brother Jie that Han Xing was talking about. All her attention was on Han Xing. She felt that there was something wrong with Han Xing's behavior of covering her clothes.

She ran over, grabbed Han Xing, and pressed him under her body.

Han Xing didn't dare to resist hard. She was in poor condition and if she used too much force, it would be easy to hurt San Yueqi.

"March, don't..."

Before he could finish his words, March 7th had already opened his robe.

Beneath the robe, there was a huge crack between the snow-white peaks. The crack spread across the entire body like cracked soil, and golden liquid mixed with blood continued to flow out of it.

Han Xing had been standing just now, with golden liquid and blood flowing everywhere, and the robe that March Seven gave her was stained.

San Yueqi's hand holding the robe began to tremble uncontrollably. She wanted to reach out and touch the crack, but her hand was held by Han Xing.

"I told you not to look at it. You're worrying for nothing. Don't touch that thing. It's very dirty."

Tears kept dripping from San Yueqi's face onto Han Xing's lower abdomen, turning into gas in the heat, and a hissing sound was heard.

"What...what should we do...Uncle Yang, yes, let's contact Uncle Yang. He's knowledgeable and there's definitely a solution."

As he spoke, San Yueqi hurriedly took out his cell phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he typed.

"Send failed"

March 7th stood up and found a place to continue posting.

"Send failed"

"Send failed"

"Send failed"

San Yueqi looked at the prompt message that popped up on his phone, and the phone slipped from his hand and the screen shattered.

The next moment, she seemed to have thought of something, rushed to Han Xing, and attacked her lips fiercely. This time, she was the attacker.

Blurred words came.

"Swallow it...freeze the wound."

Hearing this, Han Xing smiled bitterly. She had already learned how to use the Wuxiang Ice and had tried to freeze wounds before, but the moment the wounds were frozen, they would be dissolved by the violent energy.

She did not continue to swallow the liquid. Now they were just hugging each other.

Feeling that softness, Han Xing was actually quite happy at this moment.

Although he was seriously injured and even at risk of exploding at any time, Han Xing felt warm in his heart when he saw how busy March Seven was for him, and even his wounds didn't hurt so much anymore.

At this moment, the system voice sounded in my head.

[Successfully devoured the "Briven Creation - Creation Engine"]

【Current progress (1/4)】

[Gain the skill "Regeneration"]

[『Regeneration』: Consumes energy to instantly repair injuries, and can regenerate short limbs. Even on the verge of death, as long as there is enough energy, it can be repaired immediately.]

[Current remaining energy 400%]

[[Space] Energy remaining 200%]

[The remaining (3/4) of the "Creation Engine" has not been devoured.]

[The host is currently seriously injured.]

[Do you want to use "Regeneration"?]

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Chapter 69 The smile on the corner of the mouth is harder to suppress than AK (4k)

[Do you use recycled?]

Hearing the system prompts in his mind, Han Xing felt the softness and sweetness in his mouth.

Decided to fix it later...

It's very rare for March 7th to take the initiative, so let's get our money back first.

A tear fell on her face, causing Han Xing's conscience to fall into self-condemnation.

"Use 'Regeneration'."

She muttered silently in her heart.

The next moment, golden energy slowly flowed out of her body, gently wrapping up her injured body, and she gently pushed March Seven's body away.

"March, I'm fine."

As the light flowed, the cracked wounds on Han Xing's body were all repaired, and the deep crack between her peaks was also continuously filled with energy.

In the end, only some undried blood remained on the delicate white body. Han Xing took out some paper from the "space" and wiped the liquid.

【Repair has been completed.】

[Current remaining energy 330%]

Only then did Han Xing notice that the energy storage limit had doubled compared to before. It seemed that all these values ​​were increased according to her evolutionary level.

A cold little hand came over and touched Han Xing's body randomly.

Han Xing looked up and saw San Yue Qi staring at his body with his hands up and down.

"Well...um, Miss March Seven?"

"Do not talk."

"You're touching me... and you're not letting me talk. Isn't that a bit too much?"

Han Xing stopped talking when his waist was suddenly twisted.

She felt that March Seven's little hand finally stopped between her breasts, where the crack originally appeared.

Sanyueqi snatched the tissue from Hanxing's hand and wiped it gently.