1783: C1783 Destiny Equals Bad Luck?

C1783 Destiny Equals Bad Luck?

Jiang Ting stood in the colorful space quietly, waiting for the transfer to reach the border.

After about half an hour, the colorful lights did not weaken in the slightest and instead began to increase.

After a while, Jiang Ting's expression suddenly changed: "I shouldn't be so unlucky right …"

The teleportation wasn't over yet.

It was nothing.

The problem is... Jiang Ting's body was in pain.

Literally, it meant, pain!

An omnipresent pressure was constantly pressing down on his body.

Jiang Ting knew it was going to be troublesome.

When he wasn't prepared, the transfer array would activate and he wouldn't be prepared in the slightest before he started the transfer … It may look like it's nothing, but the truth is, once the teleportation formation teleports too far away, the space that constantly passes through will begin to oppress Jiang Ting's physical body and soul.

It wasn't too bad for a while, but Jiang Ting could ignore that kind of oppression.

However, if it took too long... The increasing pressure was enough to crush Jiang Ting's body and even his soul!

Five breaths later.

Jiang Ting's face slightly paled and his expression completely sunk, "How far is this border from the Fiery Star …"

It was so far away that it exceeded everyone's expectations. After all, if they were a little closer, news of the border would have been known by the people of the world long ago, and not just some ignorant fool who believed that the Endless Divine Region was ruled by Human Clan, who wasn't even aware of the existence of foreign races.

Not long later, I clenched my fists and said with an ugly expression, "The pressure in this space is increasing at a constant rate of accumulation … "I f * cking …"

The continuous superimposition of a linear increase in pressure was not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Perhaps in the beginning, one plus one was equal to two, but as time passed, one plus one was probably equal to ten, meaning a hundred!

And because of this, Jiang Ting just realized the situation was not good and he started to be unable to persevere. Within a few breaths time, his face started to turn pale.

However, Jiang Ting did not move... He was currently being teleported. If he acted rashly, it would truly be a disaster!

However, he was unable to do so right now. With the control his Human Clan had over space itself, he would be able to break through the current teleportation formation and die even faster.

Another five breaths later.

A dark red blood stain appeared on the corner of Jiang Ting's mouth. It was colorful and did not decrease in the slightest.

The ugly expression disappeared and Jiang Ting became slightly angry: "Damn it! Have I been down on my luck recently? First was the failure of his promotion due to the Qian Family's interference, and now, death is approaching because of the Teleportation Formation! "

Even he started to curse silently … No wonder he was like this.

The multicolored light around the area did not diminish, nor did the density of the space. In other words, the teleportation would not end in a short period of time.

As for him, he could still endure for twenty breaths of time.

Not bad, twenty breaths!

Jiang Ting's constantly changing body let him know that he would definitely be severely injured after ten breaths of time, and that with the God Kingdom's help, he would still be able to live for another ten breaths of time.

Another five breaths of time passed.

"Cough, cough …"0

Coughing out some blood, Jiang Ting's face turned fierce: "I'm f * cking …" Dan Heng, you old fart, are you playing with me! You're not saying that fate represents good luck, but why don't I feel that my luck has improved after I possess it? Instead, every time I meet with an unexpected calamity! "

His injuries worsened.

While Jiang Ting was close to venting his anger and calming his emotions, another ten breaths of time passed.

"Cough cough …" While coughing, Jiang Ting's breath became unstable.

An instant later, Jiang Ting stopped cursing and his expression became calm: "No, we can't wait any longer …" The fluctuations in space have not slowed down at all. The teleportation will not end within the span of ten breaths. "

He was already seriously injured.

Only Jiang Ting had been seriously injured a lot recently, so he could barely keep his body calm. If it was anyone else, they would be lucky if they didn't faint now. They wouldn't be in the same condition as him, and they might even be able to think of a countermeasure.

The eleventh breath.

The blood at the corner of Jiang Ting's mouth started to flow uncontrollably … Jiang Ting acted as if he didn't see it. He clenched his fists and looked around with a hesitant expression.

He now had two choices.

Firstly, he forcefully expelled his own Human Clan from his body. Later on, even if the Blood Essence did not have any Dragon Clan, he could still transform into the Void Thunder Dragon. However, as the price, he would never again have the Human Clan.

If his Human Clan and bloodline were gone, how could he still be human? He would only be a Void Lightning Dragon and Dragon Clan would also only be his only bloodline.

In his thoughts, after transforming into the Void Thunder Dragon, he would be able to rely on its talent in space to protect himself. Even if he couldn't protect himself, he would be able to survive for a longer period of time.

However, everything was just his speculation. He wasn't sure of the truth.

The second option is... By that time, he would definitely be devoured by the fluctuations of space. However, whether he would return to the outside world alive, or be devoured by space and lose his soul, no one knew. The only thing he knew was that the probability of his soul being devoured by space was extremely high.

Perhaps there were other countermeasures, but Jiang Ting could only think of these two in a short period of time, and he didn't have the time to think of any other countermeasures.

Thirteen breaths.

Jiang Ting's breath became increasingly unstable. The flesh and blood all over his body had started to disappear from the space. The bones could even be seen at the places where the flesh and blood were weak.

Jiang Ting looked down and roared: "You old fart Dan Heng, just you wait! If I am able to leave this place alive, I will grant your wish and that of God Ruler Huan Yue. I would be such a fool to believe that the destiny you mentioned is good luck! "

After Roaring... Jiang Ting's mood improved a lot. At the same time, he no longer thought that fate represented good luck. This was not a joke.

Then, he gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Break!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" He wanted to try his luck, since both options were unknown, then he might as well try his best to survive. What if he actually survived?

Sword intent swept out... Jiang Ting's sword intent was not too profound for the power of teleportation. However, because of the sudden eruption of his sword intent, it obviously disturbed the peaceful order of the teleportation power. The power instantly became chaotic.

"Ah …" The pain was so excruciating that it seeped into his bone marrow and deep into his soul.

Even Jiang Ting couldn't help but scream … Without experiencing it, it was difficult for him to understand the one in a million that he had encountered at the moment.

But this time, it only lasted for three breaths.

"Old bastard, I'm your uncle!" With a low growl, a stream of spatial turbulence captured Jiang Ting's soul, causing it to suddenly suffer an injury … And then, endless darkness descended.

Even Jiang Ting could not hold on any longer. Endless darkness shrouded his consciousness.

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