The big explosion spread at high speed in a huge ring-shaped wave of flames, igniting all the turbid colors in the sky. As far as the eye could see, it was red like doomsday. The huge sound and violent air waves also shook the world. The momentum was like a savage beast coming out of the gate. The wall stood up and roared down.
Even though they were extremely far apart, the huge roar still mixed with the heat wave rolled over. Whether it was the people in the Duanjie City or the tribe, they could feel the burning and rolling temperature on their cheeks. They scattered and walked after a brief period of stagnation. , those noisy sounds are like the crackling sounds in the burning firewood.
For thousands of years, the sky here has only been turbid white and sticky black. Today it is the third color in the sky.
In the sky above Duanjie City, the golden cross was also dyed red, and Si Ming was nailed to it. His white dress looked like blood, and his silver hair looked like blood, like a camellia that was about to wither at dusk.
At one end of the cross, the black crow screamed at the sky. The air waves separated in front of it and flowed behind it. The black snake at the bottom of the cross tightened its body and wrapped around the pillar. It kept Vomiting the letter, the pupils were red, and the black scales kept reflecting red light as the body squirmed.
The waves that came with the loud noise overturned countless houses. Broken tiles and wooden pillars were flying all over the sky. Many people lacked the protection of the walls and were immediately lifted up. They fell like air bags and gushed out blood. , and many people were also crushed under the collapsed houses, struggling to stretch out their arms, and then were trampled on by the panicked crowd until they were bleeding.
Si Ming looked down at the chaos below the city, but became much calmer. The violent wind was like a giant hand, pressing her firmly on the torture frame. The white skirt that flew back was tightly pressed against her skin, tightly. It's done to the extreme, and the exquisite curves outlined are almost perfect.
It's just that no one has time to pay attention to her anymore.
She closed her eyes, her red lips pursed without any warmth.
"Yezhu, your thoughts are always unpredictable." She murmured to herself, recalling the gentle and elegant Lord Tianjun back then. When she was still a girl, Tianjun would He once took her outside the sundial and gave her a glimpse of the law of time for the first time.
At that time, she asked Ye Zhi, since you are so powerful, do you still have any wishes
Ye Da smiled and said at that time that he wanted to meet someone, someone who could truly step out of the light cone of fate. He also said that he hoped that the Lord God would be that person.
It's a pity that they all know what happened next. The existence of Lord God is not the one who can escape his fate.
She struggled hard with her hands, but failed to break free of the nails of judgment that tied her wrists. The heartbreaking pain spread from her wrists to her body. She pursed her lips tighter and finally gave up. The crow on the cross looked coldly. Staring at her, his eyes seemed to be warning.
She hoped that Ye Zhi could leave so that he would never see her humiliation. She also hoped that Ye Zhi could come back. Even if he hated herself again, he would not let himself endure such humiliation...
She knew that this was the annihilation of her divinity and the fragile emotions brought about by her human nature.
For some reason, the figure of the boy in white suddenly flashed through her mind again... that damn boy.
She originally wanted to cut him into pieces, but now she just didn't want him to see her like this.
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In the tribe outside the snowfield, many people also ran out of the streets. They raised their heads one after another and looked at the explosion in the sky that went from point to point in an instant. The fiery red flame wave pushed the snow-white light curtain and spread instantly. Thousands and tens of thousands of miles.
"What is that?"
"The gods must be angry, the sky is going to fall..."
"Our master once said that if we can't find a way out, the end will definitely be waiting for us in the end..."
"Run! Run away!"
The human voices merged into one, and the roar was like a wave, with the unique roughness of the village accent. At this moment, in the distant sky, the huge impact force had not penetrated everything and reached here. When the power came, this In the stockade, the houses were completely destroyed and corpses were scattered everywhere.
"Look... what is that?"
"It seems to be the Lord God King!"
"Lord God King..."
Where they were pointing was a sudden, white dot in the red sky, just like a white gull hovering in the sky.
Ning Changjiu faced the fire spreading across the sky.
Before the huge wave of air came, he didn't hesitate at all and directly drew his sword and slashed towards the sky.
This is the first time he has actually used a sword since he completed the Shura Shenlu. He does not have any clear authority on his body. All he can rely on is his Taoism and the sword in his hand.
The boy's white clothes were like wings spread out in the sky. The wings were a little small, but they seemed to be protecting the entire tribe under him.
The sword has long been unsheathed and raised high. The sword's edge is facing his eyebrows. The power of both arms is poured into it, and it is slashed forward along the central axis of the whole person. The sword's edge is already reflecting the fire-like sky light. At this moment, his spirit Power poured in, and it turned into a blazing iron sword, surging with sword intent that burned everything.
In a short period of time, the force as heavy as a thousand mountains pressed down on the sword's edge.
Ning Jiujiu groaned, the meridians and muscles on his arm holding the sword bulged, and the blood seemed to be beating, and his hands holding the sword burned red from the heat transmitted.
"Boss..." Shao Xiaoli ran out of the house and looked at the figure in the sky. She was a little confused for a moment. She subconsciously pulled out her sword, but at this moment her realm was still insufficient and she could not reach his height at all.
She quickly turned around and looked at the yard, and saw Mr. Blood Feather in the corner, holding his wings and shivering, and shouted: "Red-headed chicken! Fly quickly, take me up!"
Xue Yujun would rather die than obey and said: "The sky is going to collapse. Little girl, go and hide. Anyway, there is a tall man holding it. If he can't hold it, none of us can hold it. Let's wait to die together." Bar… "
Shao Xiaoli's cheeks were so angry that she looked at it with hatred, and said angrily: "All the meat I've fed you this month has been fed to the bastard!"
Mr. Xueyu didn't think she was scolding him. He covered his head with his wings, like a tortoise burrowing into its shell.
Shao Xiaoli was so angry that he kept stamping his feet and wanted to kill the red-headed chicken and throw it into the pot. She turned her head and walked towards the sky. A dazzling light shot towards her. Her vision went dark. She immediately covered her eyes with her sleeves and turned her head away. Even so, her pupils were still stinging. She stepped out from between her arms. Squeezing out his sight, covering his beating heart, he endured the pain to check on the boss's safety.
Ning Jiujiu was hanging in the sky above the village, stepping on a branch under his feet. When the impact came, the branch was crushed into powder, but Ning Jiujiu's body was unscathed. The countless petals in his body were The golden lotus bloomed with splendor, and his spiritual power poured into the sword, igniting a large sword fire. Then he pressed forward with all his strength, and the sword edge seemed to be holding a mountain, pushing upward.
The power broke through the critical point. Ning Jiujiu let out a clear roar, and Shura Shenlu was instantly activated to the extreme. The power mixed with the heat flow collided with the edge of his sword and was forced back.
Ning Changjiu's white clothes were shaking wildly. His mind couldn't help but recall the sword of his second senior brother that split the soul-devourer. At that time, everything was swallowing the sky like blood and the sunset. That extremely pure sword light split everything, and then The sun sank steadily into the valley.
He imitated the sword, but he only imitated a third of his divine will. His body kept rising, and it was unclear whether it was a person holding a sword or a sword carrying people.
The sword cut towards the sky.
The intention of destruction is blatantly divided.
There was silence in the tribe.
This catastrophe did not really come. The wave of destruction was split in the sky, and then spread to both sides, destroying only half of the walls surrounding the stockade.
Ning Jiujiu's figure floated down and landed on the roof of a watchtower. He gasped for air, his eyes slightly darkened, and he looked up and forward, estimating the time when the waves of air would arrive one after another. After three cuts, the sky finally calmed down.
Shao Xiaoli ran from a distance holding a kettle.
Shao Xiaoli jumped up to the watchtower and flew up to the roof. She looked at Ning Changchun who was squatting at the bottom of the building. She couldn't help but reached out and touched his cheek: "Boss, you are so hot."
Ning Jiujiu exhaled a breath of hot air, took the kettle next to him, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "After living for so long, we can't just watch them die from natural disasters and man-made disasters."
Shao Xiaoli looked at him and said seriously: "You are the real God King. I am not worthy of being called the God Queen, and that red-headed chicken is not worthy of being the God of Light."
While he was talking, Mr. Xue Yu also stumbled over from a distance, shouting: "Uncle Ning, it's okay. I, Mr. Tian, came late to save you. Please don't blame me."
Shao Xiaoli was so angry that her face almost swelled up. She kicked the flying Mr. Xueyu to the ground. Then she supported Ning Changjiu and said gently: "How is the boss? Are you okay?"
Ning Jiujiu said softly that it was okay. The Shura Divine Record had made his body stronger than before. There was not even a single scar left on his body. Only the spiritual power in the sea of qi evaporated in large quantities, making him The energy and blood cannot be sustained for a short period of time, and he looks a little weak.
"Get out of the way!" Ning Jiujiu suddenly pushed Shao Xiaoli away, then drew his sword and stabbed forward. The tip of the sword pointed at a piece of black feathers.
They were feathers falling from the pale red sky.
Ning Jiujiu's sword hit the black feather, but failed to shake it. After the two collided, Ning Jiujiu's figure fell from the tall watchtower. He inserted the sword into the ground and stopped himself. The retreating figure, and the black feathers followed him like a shadow, like a bone-gnawing bird, approaching closely.
Shao Xiaoli was pushed and fell onto the roof. When she came back to her senses, she found that the boss was already fighting with the feather.
The figures of the two crossed each other in the alley. Ning Jiu was like a goat being chased headlessly by a fly, always keeping a distance from the black feathers.
"It doesn't seem to want to attack you." As you chased me, the spirit of the Sword Scripture in your body suddenly said.
Ning Jiujiu also realized this. He swept back, placed his sword in front of him, and set up a protective sword field, but the black feather stopped four or five feet in front of him. Following Ning Jiujiu's steps forward or backward, he always kept his distance.
"It seems to just want to keep an eye on you." The Spirit of the Sword Scripture guessed.
Ning Jiujiu thought of the thick black shadow at the end of the sky before the explosion, and also guessed: "This is the feather of the guilty king..."
The spirit of the Sword Scripture asked in surprise: "How is it possible? Why did Lord Sin come here?"
"No one governs this place. It has its own laws. In the eyes of the Lord of the Kingdom of God, it is a place outside the law. It is not unexpected that the sinner will come, but I didn't expect such a coincidence." Ning stared at the darkness for a long time. Yu never let down his guard.
The spirit of the Sword Scripture asked again, "Why doesn't it attack you?"
Ning Jiujiu already had a guess in his mind: "Maybe it's because I don't have to kill him."
The spirit of the Sword Scripture immediately thought of what happened in that month, and asked in fear: "Could it be that it was all arranged by the guilty king?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently: "We may even have seen him."
Facing the Lord of the Kingdom of God directly is something that is unimaginable even for the cultivators of the Five Paths. The spirit of the Sword Sutra felt cold in his heart.
Ning stared at the black feather for a long time and moved his steps warily, but the black feather also refused to give an inch.
Shao Xiaoli ran over with a sword in hand. She also noticed the hovering feather and asked in surprise: "What is this?"
Ning Jiujiu was now seriously depleted of spiritual power and had no choice but to use it, so he said helplessly: "Just treat it as a decorative pendant."
Shao Xiaoli became even more nervous after hearing this. She looked at the black feathers as if facing a formidable enemy, as if her status in the world had been impacted like never before.
Ning Changjiu and Heiyu faced off for a long time. Both sides were unable to move while the enemy could not move.
Ning Jiujiu pretended to faint and fell to the ground, while Heiyu only came closer, like a difficult and unshakable law.
"Why did Mr. Sin throw a black feather at me at this juncture?" Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes, puzzled.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "Maybe it's because of the secrets you hide."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Is it possible that he is also afraid?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture sneered: "You are quite thick-skinned."
Ning never paid attention to the black feather for a long time, and only separated out a ray of consciousness that kept locking its movement.
They returned to the house together. Outside the door were all worshipers, shouting the name of the God King. Lord Xueyu stood on the threshold and arrogantly reassured people. It was not until he saw Shao Xiaoli coming towards him sharpening his sword that he Angrily, he retreated into the background.
Ning Jiujiu doesn't like to be worshiped by others.
Whenever there is a great calamity in the world, both ordinary people and Taoists will step forward. Those are the waters that merge into a river. This river can be cut off and changed, but it will not change its course. This is also the case for five hundred years. After the previous catastrophe, in a world where all magic was withered, the human race was able to open up the wilderness and open up the wilderness before the demons and ghosts flourished again.
Ning calmed everyone down for a long time and then retreated into the house tiredly. The black feather followed him. When you don't look at it, it is like a shadow of nothingness.
The sky as red as the sea gradually lost its color, and the disaster that destroyed everything seemed to have truly passed, and the world returned to heavy darkness.
Ning Jiujiu was sleeping quietly on the bed, and the spirit of the Sword Sutra was always awake, staring at the movements of the black feathers. Shao Xiaoli was also worried and uneasy, insisting on keeping vigil beside Ning Jiujiu's bed, while Mr. Xueyu squatted On the roof, looking at the sky, watching for anyone to fall from above.
Nothing happened all night.
When Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes, the black feather was still five feet in front of him. Shao Xiaoli looked like he hadn't slept all night. There was a faint smoky makeup around his eyes. She held her chin in her hands and her hair was a little messy, as if she was a little uncomfortable. Joy.
Ning Jiujiu patted her shoulder and said softly: "Go to bed quickly."
Shao Xiaoli said in a low voice: "Who is Lu Yuanjian?"
"Huh?" When Ning Changjiu suddenly heard the name, he was also a little surprised: "What's wrong? How did you know?"
Shao Xiaoli said: "You called her name when you were sleeping."
Ning didn't speak for a long time. After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked, "What about Zhao Xiang'er?"
Shao Xiaoli said angrily: "Guess."
Ning didn't dare to ask more questions for a long time. He put on his clothes and walked out of the house, looking at the sky that had returned to chaos.
The spirit of the Sword Sutra asked in confusion: "Why has the battle ended, but the guilty king has not shown up yet?"
Ning Jiujiu recalled what Ye Di had said to him. The sky at the junction of the two worlds was built by the man who killed the Headless God back then. It was built with the absolute law of time, and its flow rate was tens of thousands faster than in the normal world. More than twice that, even if it happened for a moment there, it would be a long time in this world.
Ning Jiujiu withdrew his gaze.
After a night of training, his internal injuries had healed. He recalled what Shao Xiaoli had just said, and their figures appeared in his mind again, with their beautiful black skirts and cold sword clothes.
He wants to see them, and when they meet again next time, he doesn't want to hide any words anymore, at least he doesn't want to leave any regrets before the end of fate.
And now he doesn't have any confidence to go out, even just to survive.
His original plan was to take the opportunity to seize power while Si Ming and Ye Da were fighting. He had the dead branches to restrain Si Ming, and he had a Shura body that exceeded Ye Da's expectations. He also thought about how to instigate rebellion in the melee. They and the methods and details of their subsequent absorption of authority, and he even thought about what kind of humiliation he would make Si Ming endure after seizing the authority.
It's just that the appearance of Sin King disrupted everything. So what means does the supreme God use to defeat him
He looked at the black feather floating in front of him and sighed. He didn't know how much Ye Da could hurt the guilty king by dedicating a hundred years of power.
Then, he found something even more difficult to accept. If he wanted to be the enemy of Suijun, then he might also have to seek cooperation with Si Ming.
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The Broken Boundary City also gradually recovered from the mess.
Almost all the civilian houses were destroyed, while the royal palace was relatively strong, but more than half of it was destroyed and collapsed, and Shao Xiaoli's house was not spared.
Many people in the royal family died, and those who were alive gathered to discuss the source of the disaster and the plan for reconstruction.
They all blamed Siming for the disaster.
It's just that the silver-haired woman has a beauty that brings disaster to the country and the people. Although many people say they are indignant, in fact they are salivating in their hearts when they see the appearance of her being nailed to the cross and the fragility revealed in those graceful and cold and proud curves. , but there is a ferocious snake entwined and guarding under the cross, announcing to everyone that it is the prey of the gods, and no mortal can approach it.
But that woman had reduced the originally prosperous royal city to this state, and they still wanted to punish her. Someone made a bow and arrow, tied rotten vegetable leaves on it, and shot it at Siming. Siming just couldn't escape the judgment, not the real one. Without her strength, the rotten vegetable leaves would naturally not be able to hit her, but she still felt ashamed. In these thousands of years, had she ever withstood such wanton looks from ordinary people
And the man who used his bow and arrow without permission was instantly bitten to death by the black snake and swallowed into his belly.
This aroused the anger of the people, and they firmly believed that this was the witch that was the source of all disasters. However, no one dared to test it further, so they gathered many people and insulted her every day under the hanging cross. , and even invited the best surviving painters in the city to spread out a huge piece of rice paper to record this scene forever. In the art building, a dance began to be rehearsed, and the content was about the seductress. The story is about being punished by the gods, tied to a cross, whipped, and burned to death by the fire of karma.
Siming looked down at the city. Her eyelids were lowered, but she did not want to lower her head to them. She looked at the gray and light-filled sky, and there was still pain on her nailed wrist. Come, the black snake at the bottom of the cross looks at the broken city with her.
Si Ming is waiting for the end of their battle. She has already figured out that no matter who wins, she will be doomed. Sin Lord wants to devour her own power, and after she loses her authority and realm, she will become a An ordinary person with a beautiful body, she faced the hatred of the whole city, and she shuddered just thinking about what would happen next.
And if Ye Di wins by luck, after losing the means of ascension, his last resort is to devour himself and use the power that combines fate and time to open the door of chaos.
She hoped it was the latter. Those thoughts that she thought were ridiculous in the minds of ordinary people in the past seemed like nightmares that would come true all the time. She would rather die with a perfect body than live in the world. Lingering in humiliation and despair.
She remembered a story she had heard in the past. A woman was imprisoned in the most difficult prison to escape from. On the first day, she thought that if someone could save her, she would be willing to marry him. On the seventh day At that time, what she thought was that if someone could save her, she would be willing to promise him anything, even to be the most loyal and humble slave. A month later, she fell into real despair and almost went crazy. What she thought was that if someone came to save her, she would be willing to do anything. She would kill him herself...
She couldn't be sure of her thoughts, but she knew that the story usually ended with no one rescuing the prisoner, and then the prisoner was taken to the execution ground and killed.
She was also counting the days silently in her heart, her face returned to tranquility, as if she was waiting for fate to come.
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High in the sky, the collision ended quickly.
Ye Da bumped into Sin Lord with a hundred years of savings, and then everything around him began to burn, disintegrate, and fall off rapidly. In the end, the empty warehouse that contained himself also shattered when he collided with Sin Lord.
At that moment, the impact between them even exceeded the limit that this world could tolerate. Large areas of the void collapsed, and flames sprayed out of his body. He was in the center of the explosion, flying towards the higher sky against the guilty king. Like a shooting star rising against the sky.
Sin Lord's black robe was rolling and burning. He stretched out his hand and held down the flaming fireball in front of him. The darkness under his robe did not waver at all, and the flames spurting from the front engulfed him.
Ye Da pushed Zuijun to fly upward at high speed. Above them, in the depths of endless chaos, there was a vast void. It was the barrier between this world and the Kingdom of God, and it was also the absolute law of time.
They rushed into it together, and the earth-shattering loud noise was swallowed up by the void before it could be heard.
That should have been a very short moment, but it was stretched extremely long by the time in the void.
When the flames went out, Sin Lord stretched out his left hand, and with a little fingertip, Ye Dai's body fell downwards. He still had his eyes open, with an everlasting smile on his face. In his blurry vision, Sin Lord's black robe was also covered by Most of it was burned away, revealing a large and terrifying gap.
He knew that Zui Jun was also seriously injured. Even if it was just a projection, he still felt extremely proud.
Sin Lord looked at the right half of his body that had been burned by the flames, still without any fluctuations in his expression. Black flesh surged out of his body, repairing his own projection.
He did not hunt down Ye Zhi's body, but looked upwards. He saw the barrier that separated the two worlds.
This is naturally not an obstacle to the body in the Kingdom of Sin King, but at this moment, he used the law to drive it, but it failed to leave any trace.
He became more and more curious, who was behind all this, and what was that person's ultimate purpose
This was the first time in many years that he faced the unknown.
He knew that he couldn't stay here for too long. Every breath he spent here would be a day in the outside world, and seven breaths had passed since Ye Zhi knocked him into this place and he had this moment of thinking.
In the outside world, seven days have passed.
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