Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 65: Simulation, the Limit of Magic

Yan Huan touched his throat. The wound caused by the knife had healed as before, and his skin had returned to the state it was in at that moment.

"how?"

"There is no perfect magic in the world. This 'Dead Tree Resurrected to Spring' also has drawbacks that cannot be ignored. Have you discovered it?"

Yan Huan felt his heart beating in his chest and twisted his neck.

"It is a technique far beyond the healing type, but I didn't find anything abnormal."

"Take your time, and you'll find out."

Baka, die!
Hit it, hit it!
A few roars came from under the rising sun flag that Yan Huan could not quite understand.

boom!Boom!

There was a flash of fire from the muzzle of the gun, and bullets poured out like a torrential rain. Yan Huan gradually lost his balance under the hail of bullets and trembled like a leaf in the wind. His clothes were soaked with blood and stuck tightly to his broken flesh.

The pain was very obvious, but Yan Huan didn't feel numbed at all.

Every time a bullet pierces the skin, it brings a brand new first experience.

"So that's how it is. When my body was pulled back to its original state, my perception of pain was also reversed."

Simply put, in the "dead wood coming back to life" state, the body will not be damaged, but the psychological and spiritual stimulation will be doubled. If a person is always in the first feeling of severe pain and does not have an extremely strong will, he will undoubtedly go crazy.

It hurts!
"There is no such thing as numbness in this body, nor is there the possibility of adapting to pain. Everything is new."

Bang bang bang!
Yan Huan raised his bony right hand which was covered with flesh and reached out to the Japanese soldier in front of him to shake hands. In the dark team, the bones of several Japanese soldiers were shattered under the impact of dense bullets. The broken bone fragments scattered everywhere, along with blood and minced meat, splashing on the surrounding land.

As Yan Huan exchanged injuries with others, more Japanese soldiers on the opposite side were twisted and deformed one after another. The bones of their limbs seemed to become fragile, as if they had been squeezed by a huge force.

puff!

The Japanese soldier at the front of the row had a broken spine and damaged internal organs. Blood gushed out from countless wounds, forming shocking puddles of blood. The whole person fell to the side like a kettle with water spilled on it.

Yan Huan let go, and flesh grew back on the bones. All the flesh that had been stripped off by the gunfire grew back.

"Come on, continue."

Yan Huan leaped forward and rushed towards the army on the other side of the fire.

"Do you like pain so much?"

"Do you know how powerless the aliens feel under the guns?"

boom!
Just as Bifang finished speaking, a shell exploded near the trench, and the heat wave of the blast blew Yan Huan away.

At the same time, the opponent's suppressive firepower became more and more fierce.

In this violent storm, Yan Huan could hardly move. His skin was eroded and shattered, crushed into meat paste and mixed with broken bones. His abdomen and chest were wide open, exposing his internal organs, and his internal organs gradually lost their shape in the gunfire.

"Bifang."

The mouth that was broken in two began to speak.

"You are a spirit born from the five elements. You follow the laws of nature and have no concept of home and country, so there are some things you don't understand."

"You just restructured a scene and made it run according to certain rules, but do you understand what's going on behind the scenes?"

"Is physical pain really pain? You are too conservative. Let me tell you when it hurts. It is when you see the mountains and rivers broken, when you see your compatriots humiliated, when you know the future is uncertain, and you still have to suppress your hesitation and forge ahead."

Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and his broken lips and teeth returned to normal.

If there is one thing that does make me sad, it's that everything here is fake.

I wish I could ride my horse on the battlefield, but now I can only fight in the yellow sand in my dreams. It’s a bit regrettable.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of blue wings flapping came from the sky, the smoke dissipated, the trenches were filled, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood disappeared.

Bifang flapped its wings in the air, and the blue bird changed its shape, beginning to take on a human form, with distinct limbs, but its arms were still wings, waving up and down. The figure was graceful enough, but the scarred old man's head on top of it looked indescribably weird.

"You get close to humans because you are curious about them. The so-called pretentiousness is just the pride of scholars."

"Okay, you can bear the pain, but what about these!"

The dim light dissipated, the breeze cleared the haze in the sky, and the scene changed, revealing a mountain range with a majestic and bizarre terrain.

The forest was lush and leafy, with shrubs everywhere. A few huge rocks were exposed among the thorn bushes, and a dozen or so people with exaggerated shapes were standing upright on the rocks.

"Four Onmyoji, two Ronin, two Ninjas, three Miko, and... a Geisha?"

Yan Huan stared into the woods, looking at the strange-looking people.

"What kind of trick is this?"

"Nothing, just giving you a real fight. I can replicate every one of the guys who have fought with the people I depend on. The way Jin Jing Qingming and I bring you growth is different. There are not so many overbearing and brutal magic."

"In terms of seeking benefits and avoiding harm, preparing for a rainy day, and some methods of expelling poison and healing injuries, no one among the five elements can compare to me."

Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully, and almost understood. If the gold spirit is a warrior who can fight and resist, then the wood spirit is a functional auxiliary.

"Let's give it a try."

Bifang landed on a thick tree trunk.

This black wooden box is a practice space built to temper one's mind. If it were merely to reconstruct the history of the past, it would be an underestimation of it.

Yan Huan took a step forward and stretched out his right hand, "Come, let me see the strange methods used by Xiao Rizi."

"You're welcome, come on together, I want to beat ten of them."

Bifang shook his head and said, "Think carefully, you don't have the Wood Element now."

"Then let's test the waters first." Yan Huan said. Now that they had lost the mobile fountain, they naturally had to develop in a defensive manner. If they made one move, they would lose everything.

If you die in the black wooden box, you will die again if you go out. You have to proceed step by step and defeat them one by one.

pat!

An Onmyoji jumped down from the boulder, waving his robe and the shikigami summoning talisman made rustling sounds.

"Change it." Yan Huan said.

After all, Shikigami is also a kind of spirit. This kind of witchcraft method of summoning is like a grandson beating his grandfather in front of "binding spirits and sending generals", and is not good enough at all.

"Why not give it a try first?" Bifang rejected Yan Huan's request.

"Go!" The Onmyoji moved, and a summoning talisman was scattered in the air. A deep red formation appeared faintly, and a giant ghost with a broken arm and a bloated fat fish head flew out of it.

"I've already said that this summoning method, in front of me..."

Ok?
Before Yan Huan could make a move, the two shikigami were instantly detained.

"Is this how it felt the last time I used 'Binding Spirits and Sending Generals'? It's like my mind moves at will, and the spirits follow naturally."

The Yin Yang Master was stunned and slowly searched for the other summoning talismans in his robe.

Yan Huan looked towards him and saw a layer of mist above his head, which seemed to be a "spirit".

The soul of a living thing must be firmly locked in the body. This feeling that seems to be able to pry open the soul of a living person is the first time I have seen it.

The art of capturing spirits and dispatching generals has become even more sophisticated.

"If this can take away people's souls, then..." Yan Huan's mood seemed to be shaken.

He looked into the forest and saw the Bifang bird on the tree trunk looking at him with ill intent.

"There is a problem. It seems that I am forced to touch the end of this technique."

(End of this chapter)