He uttered the spell with great difficulty, and his absolute power surged out like a torrent, turning into a strong and extremely blazing white light, hitting Silby.

Under the energy of the past and the present, sylby suffered extremely severe damage almost in an instant. His whole body was engulfed by white light, and his skin split one after another, revealing the internal organs and muscles.

Hoffa also felt very sad at this time. He only felt that the capillaries in his eyes would be completely broken, so that his vision was full of blood red.

But the pain was not equal to the despair in his heart. In the white light of destruction, Silby did not die, but stood up, bathed in the white light, and opened his arms. But this action is just a moment of publicity, the power of heart flow mantra is far from the peak.

"It's over!"

Hoffa, spitting blood, roared. All the mental fields rush out! He came back from the bubble.

All the power gushes out without any reservation! On the surface of the white light of destruction released by him, a series of extremely sharp and pitiful lights are shining, which is enough to blind his eyes. It is an almost real spiritual force field. They turn into sharp swords, binding the incomparable and surging power, focusing it into a thin line!!

The clouds in the sky suddenly spread to both sides. After the huge Pengbai energy concentrated, the whole city of Pandora collapsed and the endless tower broke away. The space collapses and decays. It's extremely sad and frightening. Suddenly, if the end of time comes, countless towering buildings collapse at the same time after the white light of destruction. They are all cut off by the power of destruction!

The night sky was torn by the spell, and the whole sky was as bright as day.

If the sharp blade as the energy roaring head-on attack! It seems that even the soul is torn to pieces! In just a second, sylby's heart flow spell brought the power of extinction through his chest!! Such as the butterfly in the tornado, unable to float back, and finally hit the ground lightly.

The God of dream, floating in the sky, was covered by the huge energy brought by the heart flow curse in the second before he fled. He didn't even have time to struggle, and then disappeared in the white light.

The energy of the flow mantra, bound by Hoffa's mental field, didn't overflow at all, and completely hit Silby. But just because of the air fluctuation it caused, the plants in the second half of the earth collapsed radially with Hoffa as the origin.

It took a long time for the white light to go out.

In the short phenomenon of white night, the night comes again.

There was no sound in Hoffman, and the world fell into absolute, eerie silence. In that silence, as if the ability of thinking are lost, such as the brain is frozen, stagnation! The strong sense of absence is indescribable.

He stood on the ground as pale as paper, blood trickled down from his chin, and the huge magic in his body was vented, together with his own strength.

The tower of Babel has already collapsed under the power of heart flow curse to destroy heaven and earth. The ground is full of dilapidated and ancient buildings. The dream bubble created by the God of dreams has long disappeared. Even the God of dreams had no time to escape at the moment when the heart flow mantra broke out. Its once huge body now only has a large body like a whale bone lying in the ruins.

Next to the wreckage is Silby, whose chest has been blasted out of a big hole. The body of Chloe, which used to belong to Chloe, is covered with bruises, his chest is empty, and there are only ribs left. He falls to the ground in a big character. Staring at the sky, there is no chance of survival.

Hoffa looked at everything in front of him, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart, only a strong sadness. He closed his eyes in agony and staggered back.

It's all over. Silby can't bear the power of the heart flow curse, which the gods can't bear. He's just a cursed mortal.

After all, there will be no change. All of Silby's ideals are just lies. In front of the huge power of reality, it will only collapse. But that's not bad, Hoffa thought. Maybe he can hide in the mountains 50 years later and never ask about the world again. Maybe he can no longer be tired of running around, no more annoying guy to torture his heart, no more painful growth, no more struggling transformation.

That's it.

...

"hello..."

so when Hoffa heard a gossamer voice behind him, he turned away in shock.

It's unbelievable that sylby, with a big hole in his chest, got up from the ground a little bit against the remnant of the God of dreams. How on earth did he do it? It's totally impossible!

Hoffa opens his mouth and looks at sylby foolishly. At this moment, he has a confused admiration from the bottom of his heart and hopes that he can realize his ideal.

Silby didn't disappoint him.

"Hello... Brother..." he staggered up and said weakly: "this is... This is the end..." there was not much blood flowing from his chest, but he stood firmly on the ground and didn't let the empty shell fall down. He said: "so... How can we... Walk away at this moment..."A dim light appeared in his empty chest. Is that the soul?

All of a sudden, Silby looked up at Hoffa. There was a brilliant light in his broken body. With his soul and life, he uttered the wildest cry: "how can we get away with such a grand occasion! Witness me! "

That's the wildest cry Hoffa has ever heard! With that cry, Silby ran again. The dazzling white light was compressed in his empty chest, like a pure white beating heart.

In that shocking spiritual power, Silby's speed is faster and faster. He laughs and blooms his life unbridled. His red hair dances wildly in the air, like reeds and crazy demons. It's not human, but it's more human than anyone else.

He rushed up to Hoffa and put out his hand like lightning!

Hoffa, who has done his best, can't avoid this fatal blow. He stood in the same place, looking at the fingertip in his pupil constantly enlarged.

Boom!!

Silby's fingertips hit Hoffa's body, and at the same time, he hit the essence of the pure spiritual power.

If he is struck by lightning, he will faint on the spot!

...

...

when he woke up again, he found himself standing on a piece of green grassland. The sky was light gray, and there were several clouds, which were not good-looking or ugly. In this green ocean, alfalfa is dancing with the wind. It's like returning to the dream of that night.

Hoffa walked in the waist deep alfalfa, surrounded by the wind, he remembered what he was looking for, should be looking for someone, someone he knew, but forgot his name.

After walking in the grass for a long time, he came to a river. There was a tree on the other side of the river. There was no one under the tree. He looked at the river and remembered that he had been here and the pain of stepping into it.

But this time, he carefully stepped into the river, avoided the sharp stones, and swam to the other side of the river.

On the other side of the river is a more complex and broader grassland. He walks with one foot deep and one foot shallow. On the road, he occasionally encountered foxes, rattlesnakes and brown cow dung, but he carefully avoided them and continued to move on.

Finally, came to the grassland in a small open space, open space, spread some hay and flowers, above stood a very young boy.

The little boy saw him and came up to him.

Hoffa looked down at the little boy. He was dressed in pure white, barefoot, like an angel. I can't help feeling pity.

The boy came to Hoffa, looked up at him and held his arms. "You're here at last, but I've been waiting for you for a long time." After a pause, he said with a smile: "I've been waiting for a long time, until this day."

"Yes, you did it at last."

Hoffa's eyes were gray: "you did it, but is the world perfect?"

"The world is never perfect. Only in that way can we make efforts." Said the little boy.

His consolation didn't make Hoffa's heart wide. At the moment when he released the heart flow mantra, he had understood the mystery of the heart flow mantra, and knew the secret of the second half of the heart flow mantra. He knew that he had lost, and it was hard for him to recover.

Seeing that Hoffa was so sad, the boy took his hand and said, "by the way, do you remember that time?"

"That time..."

Hoffa murmured.

"The time we drove together in Casablanca."

"I remember."

"Happy?"

Hoffa nodded, his eyes less gray, and he whispered, "happy."

With a smile, the boy turned into a crescent moon: "let's play together next time."

Hoffa shook his head.

Boy: "why don't you like it?"

The warm liquid rolled from Hoffa's eyes. He had understood some of the truth and some of the stories. He knew that it was hard for him to be the guy in front of him. But the most terrible thing is that he has stood by his side and become his accomplice.

The boy came forward and wiped his eyes.

He said softly, "all impermanence is nothing more than a reference. It's nothing more than a metaphor. It's just a story. Don't care too much."

"Is it worth it?" Hoffa choked: "abandon everything, just for one thought, no one will even know who you are, no one will care what you have done, what you have experienced."

"I thought about it before I met you." The little boy said calmly, "is it all worth it? Why do my visions always fail? Why does no one care what I think. Later, after fighting with you, I understood that God had given me absolute talent, and also took away my ability to accept help. After discovering the power of that talent, I relied on it, despised everything, calculated everything, and went all the way. I rejected all the people who could be friends, but I didn't defeat you and the world in the end.Later, I even forgot what I looked like when I left home. I forgot what a real wizard was. But now, I still remember, I think this is also your help. I think it's all worth it. "

With these words, a pure white, rice sized light spot appeared on his chest. The light spot was pure to the extreme. It was the energy that Hoffa gathered together with the mantra of oneness. The energy was integrated with the life of Xavier, which led him to endless glory and the end of his journey.

Hoffa finally grabbed his hand and pleaded, "don't do that."

The boy shook his head. He said gently, "it has to be like this. There are many people in the world who can get help from others. But only I can bear such a solemn revelation. "

Then he sat down and looked at Hoffa with a smile.

"I've found myself. The rest, please

After that, he closed his eyes and breathed out his last breath:

flow of heart, I am the world - hum

with the second mantra, the boy turned into a white light and flew to the sky, one changed into two, two changed into four, four changed into eight, eight changed into sixteen... In this way, the white light index level split, into tens of millions, billions of trillion white Color light, such as meteor gorgeous incomparable, covering all the places within sight, flying in all directions.

Even after many, many years, Hoffa will not forget this scene. It's the most shocking picture he's ever seen, and the most sacred revelation he's ever experienced. Even if he just looks at it, his soul will quietly change.

With magic and spiritual information, stream mantra hum flies to all things in the world along the spiritual network created by stream mantra so. Flying into everyone who wakes up in a dream.

In the dream, they are rich. When they wake up, they are destitute. From being beautiful as a flower to being an old man in twilight, from being admired by thousands of people to being tiny as ants, they were already desperate. Maybe if Hoffa didn't stop them, they would start the Third World War in an instant, but the meteor falling from the sky changed all this.

The meteor contains the energy of mysterious and complex information, a small group of seeds of hope. After the seeds enter their bodies, they immediately change their endowments and make them reborn.

They forget what happened in their dreams for a while and begin to study the new information in their minds. Study that strange, also incomparably magical endowment.

The illusion disappeared and Hoffa's consciousness gradually returned to his body.

The only thing left in front of him was the frail sylby.

He had exhausted all his strength and turned into something similar to stone carving. A gust of wind blew, and the sky somehow began to rain.

The rain fell on Hoffa's forehead, slid down his cheek and fell to the ground. At the same time, it also falls on the body of the gray stone carving, turning it into a simple gray.

Some mottled debris detached from the statue. But he still maintained the offensive posture, with a wild and full smile at the corner of his mouth, and stopped his finger on Hoffa's forehead.

Hoffa looked at the lifeless stone carving in front of him.

I kept standing for a long time.