Chapter 251 The Power and Vitality of the World Tree.

Zi Li looked at Victoria, who was originally in his hand.

At this moment, he didn't know when she was in someone else's arms.

And he couldn't feel it.

He couldn't feel where his hand was.

"Ahhhhh!"

He looked down and found that his hand was now bleeding on the ground.

Blood kept flowing out of the broken hand.

"You guy!"

Zi Li's roar was full of reluctance and anger.

But all this seemed so powerless in front of Ye Yan.

Ye Yan slowly raised his hand, his fingertips moved lightly, and it seemed that countless invisible threads were intertwined and tightened in the air.

With a crisp "click", the space seemed to be torn apart.

Then, Zi Li's head unexpectedly slipped from his shoulders and rolled to the ground.

Those eyes full of astonishment and reluctance lost their luster forever.

The gold-level adventurer was just like this, unprepared.

He was killed instantly by Ye Yan with absolute power. The scene was shocking and suffocating.

All around, there was a dead silence, only the wind was still whispering, as if telling about this sudden change.

This scene shocked all the adventurers and goblins present.

When did Ye Yan become so powerful?

He is worthy of being a master.

What kind of monster is this?

He actually killed their captain in an instant?

How is this possible.

"Damn it!"

The big man's roar exploded like thunder.

His face was twisted with anger and unwillingness, and his eyes were wide open, as if he could spit out flames.

Swish!

He kicked the ground hard and rushed towards Ye Yan like a wild bull.

The giant hammer in his hand was wrapped in the whistling wind and carried an unstoppable momentum, as if it was going to crush everything that blocked it.

"Go to hell!"

These three words squeezed out from his teeth, full of determination and madness.

However, facing this blow that was enough to shake the mountains.

Ye Yan's reaction was surprisingly calm.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if all this was within his expectations.

He raised his hand slightly, and a barely perceptible light shone through his fingertips.

The light instantly met the whistling hammer, as if time had frozen at this moment.

"What?!"

The big man's pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

His full-strength attack was easily resolved by the other party with just one finger.

This gap in strength made him feel an unprecedented fear in his heart.

The hammer trembled in front of Ye Yan's fingers, as if it had encountered an insurmountable barrier. No matter how he struggled, he could not move forward at all.

"Impossible!"

The big man roared again.

His muscles swelled again like inflated air, his veins bulged, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

It was obvious that all his strength had been gathered on this attack.

But even so, the hammer remained motionless, as if it was firmly bound by an invisible force.

"That's it?"

Ye Yan finally spoke, his voice cold and contemptuous.

He slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were as deep as the night sky, revealing a chill that made people's heart palpitate.

As his words fell.

There was a crisp sound of "crack".

The seemingly indestructible hammer slowly cracked in the horrified eyes of everyone, and finally turned into countless fragments and scattered all over the ground.

Along with the sound of breaking, the last glimmer of hope in the big man's heart.

Puff!

At this moment, a dark light flashed, it was the magic line controlled by Ye Yan, which had silently wrapped around the big man's neck.

The big man's eyes were wide open, his face full of horror.

Before he could even say a last word, he saw blood gushing out, his head fell off, and rolled to the ground with a dull sound.

"No, this is impossible to win!"

The other two who witnessed this scene, fear surged into their hearts like a tide.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of despair and desire to escape.

Then he turned around and ran away without hesitation, trying to escape the pursuit of the god of death.

But how could Ye Yan let them go so easily?

His eyes became colder and colder, and he gently hooked his fingers, as if invisible threads were dancing in the air.

"Yan'er, stop!"

Victoria's voice was anxious and pleading, trying to stop this meaningless killing.

However, it was too late.

Puff!

The two sounds that sounded almost at the same time were the most ruthless judgment of the magic thread on life.

Before the two fugitives could run a few steps, they felt a chill on their necks, followed by the rapid dimming of the light of life.

Their heads flew high like kites with broken strings.

In the end, they ended up with the same fate as the big man.

This scene happened too suddenly.

So much so that the three little goblins standing by were completely stunned on the spot, their little eyes full of shock and fear.

At this moment, Ye Yan, in their eyes, was undoubtedly the real god of death.

When did Ye Yan become so powerful?

This growth rate is too scary.

They can feel that the gap between them is widening at a visible speed.

Or perhaps, from the beginning, their strengths were very different.

"Are you okay?"

Ye Yan smiled at his mother.

"No"

Victoria shook her head, without a trace of blame in her tone.

In fact, she did not blame Yan'er for killing.

In this world, sometimes, if you don't kill, you will die.

As a goblin, Yan'er will inevitably encounter the kind of groundless and unreasonable killing intention.

Just because he is a goblin.

But sometimes, Victoria still hopes that among those who are killed, she can let go of those who are insignificant.

Too much killing will always have a bad effect.

"What is this?!"

Suddenly, Victoria looked at the scene in front of her and exclaimed in a low voice.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air around her, as if even time was frozen at this moment.

I saw that among those bodies scattered on the ground and without life, a touch of light green light slowly rose.

They are like the first buds blooming in the early spring morning light, although weak but full of vitality.

These light balls swayed gently in the air, and finally hovered at the same time.

It was as if they were pulled by invisible silk threads, weaving into a bizarre picture.

Victoria stared at this scene in a daze, with unprecedented throbbing in her heart.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if it was out of instinct, or as if she was summoned by some mysterious power.

A miracle happened, and those green light balls seemed to be endowed with spirituality.

They were no longer rootless duckweed.

But they followed the trajectory of her fingers gently, slowly gathered on her palm, and formed a brilliant green light ocean.

Under the illumination of this light, Victoria felt unprecedented warmth and peace.

It was a power derived from the essence of life, pure.

Yes, although it was small, it was undoubtedly vitality.

But

Isn't this the mother of life, the faith of the elves, the backbone that supports the world, and the existence that connects the three thousand worlds.

Isn't it the breath of the world tree?