The man opposite seemed to have not seen Xiao Li's expression at all. He maintained his sullen face and continued, "What's so good about human beings? Fragile, insignificant, not worth mentioning."
Xiao Li finally moved, he took a few steps forward, and also came to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the whole city.
The rain was so heavy that only dim light phantoms could be seen.
The window in front of Xiao Li was originally closed, but he reached out and opened it.
The violent raindrops were swept in by the wind, and fell on his face and clothes, dripping down his chin, and wet his whole body in an instant.
But then you can see the world more clearly.
The sky is dark, and the residential buildings and various buildings are shining with shining lights. In the wind and rain, these little sparks are like a kind of pillar, supporting the sky and not falling, and supporting the reincarnation. Keep fighting, in every corner, in your own way.
The rain smashed into the city and the fields like stars, with a fierce tenderness, wanting to wake up the world.
The crack in front of Xiao Li cut the scene into pieces.
"Actually, I also thought about it before. For some beings, human life is extremely short. These are two completely different life forms, and neither of us can understand each other." Xiao Li said slowly, "But now I don't. I think, to me, humans are so much better than your existence, fragile, beautiful, and full of hope."
"Of course, in this sentence, you simply refer to you and your little brothers." He turned his fingers, "I have seen the god of death, he looks a little better than you, like a wood, and the god of dreams sees the wind as a middle-level two. God, you're a little weirder than them."
I don't know which word in his words angered the other side. Xiao Li speculated that it might be "much better" or "small". In short, the other side stopped talking, but reached out and wiped the rain off his face. The moment he moved his hand away from his face, the gap in front of the window suddenly widened, forming a black hole, the rolling muffled sound in the sky turned into a real thunder, the dark clouds pressed down, and the whole sky seemed to fall down, sinking abruptly. half.
The barrier of reality has not completely collapsed, and the power belonging to the gods has not been fully exerted, but just now, there is still a kind of coercion descending, pressing Xiao Li to take two steps back.
Divine might come into the world, this coercion carries a special flavor, which is no stranger to the reincarnators, it is the breath of death and decay.
Almost in an instant, only half a minute apart, everyone under this sky raised their heads in unison.
Including Zheng Yi, including Wang Huai, including others.
Zheng Yi was with his parents, and they were in contact with the Ye family now. At first, his parents didn't believe it, but when he saw a ghost tearing apart a strong man's body, he finally completely believed his words. Join him with other reincarnators.
Although this power was a drop in the bucket when faced with more and more ghosts, he still did not give up and was resisting.
On the other hand, Wang Huai had already settled the matter at the pier. He robbed this group of people in the Inquisition, used the truth potion to cheat their mouths, and intercepted a group of fragments of Chaos Power that had not yet been sacrificed to the Underworld God. Use the props to rush to the nearest mountain on the outskirts of the city, there is another place with dense cracks.
After they arrived, instead of filling the gap, they chose to "cut".
This is the method of salvation that Wang Huai, Gong Mingming and others have planned for a long time.
It is too unrealistic for everyone to fill the gap with fragments, and it has little effect, so they combined the methods and opinions of reincarnators from all over the world, and even consulted the Evernight Goddess and various neutral gods for a while. Power fragments to cut these dense gaps, throw these gaps into the rest of the dungeon world that has long been eroded, and the rest is the reality that has not yet invaded completely, and then use the special magic circle to save this part of reality, you can keep it. most of the world.
After leaving most of the world, the remaining humans still have the opportunity to plan the next attack against the underworld gods, preserving the vitality and at least a few decades for human beings.
Just when Wang Huai merged into the fragments of power to cut, the sky fell as if it had collapsed, and the god of the underworld had initially descended.
Wang Huai was not watching, and continued the movements in his hands. Now is not the time to sigh. At least one of Sherlock and them will succeed.
All over the world, there are people that Wang Huai has been in contact with long ago, and groups of people are doing the same thing at the same time.
However, in the half of the gap that had not been cut, a black claw stretched out and attacked Wang Huai fiercely!
Gong Mingming paused the movements in his hand and assisted Wang Huai in attacking the gap.
On the other side, Xiao Li, who was standing in front of the Underworld God, endured most of the coercion from the gods, and at one point he was speechless.
A phantom belonging to a young girl appeared in front of him. She was wearing thick clothes and had long hair. She was Tan Li, and there was a little boy beside her. Zhou Ying and Tan Li came out of the sojourn together and tried Sharing this pressure for Xiao Li, but the two ghosts alone are not enough.
Tan Li groaned, and then a long sleeve was placed on Tan Li's arm, and the dangling voice overwhelmed the ghost's cry: "Lang Jun-"
The stickman hangs on Xiu Ji's sleeve and refuses to return to the relatively safe scroll.
Tan Li, Zhou Ying, and Xiu Ji and other helpers were able to withstand some of the coercion belonging to the Underworld God and endured most of the divine power, and their bodies were all bleak.
Taking the underworld god in front of him as the starting point, the cries of various ghosts came from the gaps around him, and the dark black smoke diffused from the inside, covering the sky and the sun, making this place look completely unreal. But another copy of the world.
Xiao Li's breathing was a little difficult. He coughed and said to Ming Shen, "Can you answer me a question before you start?"
There was no response from the other side, so Xiao Li went on to say, "Among so many gods, why do you only want to be here? What about other gods?"
"Do you think they don't want it?" Underworld God didn't say anything, he seemed to be waiting for something, just when Xiao Li thought he wouldn't answer, he opened his mouth, with a hint of hunter's prey in his eyes of contempt, "They are watching, they are waiting, and when I have leftovers, they will swarm."
Although the God of Underworld answered Xiao Li's words, his movements did not stop. He just raised a hand, and the invisible pressure grew stronger and stronger. Xiao Li only felt that he had returned to the judgment prison, as if he was carrying a burden on his back. a big mountain.
Tan Li kept Xiao Li behind him even more firmly, blocking the pressure that belonged to the gods. It was obvious that she was already struggling a lot, not only was she fading, but her body was still shaking.
Xiao Li tried his best to finish in one breath: "Then why do you want to be here?"
"With your control over the dungeon world, it is indeed necessary here, but it is not so urgent. Before the barrier is completely broken, believers have been arranged to infiltrate in advance. Unless... Unless there are some problems within you, you must It's not going to be reality—"
He couldn't finish the sentence this time, the Underworld God snorted coldly, and in an instant, a black iron sword suddenly whizzed away from the side towards Xiao Li's neck!
It was a pure black sword, and there were countless twisted grimace around it when it broke through the air. They were screaming and thirsting for blood.
Almost instantly, Embroidery wrapped her sleeve around the blade of the knife, but it only took less than half a second to stop the knife. It shattered the water sleeve that was obstructing her, even including the arm inside, turning the embroidered sleeve. Ji put it aside and continued to move forward mercilessly.
Tan Li's hair was wrapped in a hood over the iron sword, trying to cover the body of the sword, but was cut off with a single slash, stabbed straight through her shoulder, and rushed towards Xiao Li, wanting to cut off his body with a single slash. skull.
"Ding-"
What followed was the sound of some kind of objects touching each other.
It was a pen, an ordinary marker pen, but its nib firmly resisted the blade of the black knife, competing with it, making a "humming" sound.
This is obviously very difficult for the pen fairy, but with the buffer of Tan Li and Xiu Ji, the momentum of the black knife has been alleviated a little, and it finally successfully resisted the black knife.
The black knife fell back and fell into the hands of the Underworld God.
The marker also flew a distance in the opposite direction, hit the edge of the wall, and flew back again.
The man opposite his face was sinking like water, and he sneered: "How dare a mere evil spirit dare to fight against the gods?"
The pen fairy shook the body of the pen, which was her inertial movement, and then she wrote down a sentence in the air, turning the head of the pen to face Xiao Li.
Xiao Li was looking at Tan Li and Xiu Ji with distress, and then he fell back to the underworld god and translated for the pen fairy: "No way, I owe him a favor, or you help me pay it back, I will quickly defect."
After translating, Xiao Li: "So ruthless?"
The pen fairy wrote: [Ah.]
This person is one by one, running on the god of the underworld.
Underworld God stopped talking, and just after he fell silent for a second, a dark black mist emerged from the body of the black knife, it drilled into the cracks around it, and the cracks gradually expanded enough to drill a person, before waiting Xiao Li saw what was inside clearly, and a huge tentacle was thrown towards him viciously.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
The baby's cry resounded directly through the sky, and its cry had some special ability, which directly blocked the tentacles for a second, and the four hands of the ghoul held the tentacles and competed with the creatures in the crack.
The ghoul-carrying ghost was very strong, but it still couldn't shake the tentacle. It directly rolled up the baby carried by the ghoul-carrying ghost, swayed it back and forth in the air, and then threw it fiercely, trying to kill it alive.
A pair of hands caught the baby in the air. These hands belonged to a little girl. Xiao Tu hugged the ghost baby with one hand and made a "throwing" action from the side. The invisible creature used its own impact to knock the tentacle back. !
The baby cried even more mournfully, and a streak appeared on its body after being wrapped up. It was so painful that it couldn't control itself and cried with all its heart.
Before the ghoul-carrying ghost could comfort it, he was distracted by other ghosts, and a ghost that suddenly appeared from the darkness roared and knocked the ghoul-carrying ghost away.
The ghoul flew half a meter away, directly smashed the pillars on this floor, smashed the counter, and fell into a piece of dust, which was flying all over the sky.
Xiao Tu nimbly avoided the ghost and gradually led it to a certain table.
On the side of the table, the blood that had already solidified turned into a collar and tried to encircle the ghost, but it was punched in turn, and Bloody Mary, the blood master, took three steps back in a row, her face pale.
This goblin failed to hit, and wanted to continue. The ghoul that kicked the wall and rushed back roared wildly. The ghoul pushed it against his back and threw it out of the building's window.
Time and time again, he failed to directly result in the human beings in front of him, which made the Underworld God a little anxious. Although he did not think that he would be defeated by such a few evil spirits, the countless ants were also annoying.
After another failed attack, the Underworld God asked rather irritably, "Sherlock, how many helpers do you have?!"
Xiao Li: "Guess what?"
Of course, the God of the Underworld would not guess. He realized that compared to the skill of maddening people, he was no match for the other party. He no longer made fun of himself, but continued to attack.
"Or beg me, I'll tell you." Xiao Li didn't let him go, and continued to mock him.
While they were talking, a bone-chilling chain ran silently on the ground like a snake. It kept approaching the human being in front of it, ten meters, five meters, one meter...
With a "click", it successfully locked a slender ankle.
Immediately, the chain was pulled out, and the human being trapped by it was violently torn down, but the weight from the chain was not as good as it thought.
The chain trembled, looking up, it did trap one leg, but that leg was really only one leg.
Where Xiao Li was standing, his legs fell to the ground, struggling to kick the chains on his ankles.
Xiao Li looked around at this time, not only the chain, but more monsters came out of the gap, plus the sickle, fighting fiercely with the ghosts he had brought.
The screeching phone ringing mixed with the cries of babies, coupled with the occasional roars and screams of ghosts, made this floor look like hell instead of hell.
Xiao Li looked around, trying to find a weapon that suits him. In the end, he chose to wave the coffin board of the coffin ghost and knock it on other monsters one by one.
This coffin board is not an ordinary coffin board. This is the coffin board of Ouroboros, the god of prophecy. It has some divine power. Now it is used to shoot ghosts, and one shot is accurate.
Underworld God's voice was frightened and angry, he recognized the breath on the coffin board: "Ulopolos, you also want to participate?!"
"No, it has nothing to do with Lord Uroboros!" The coffin ghost chased after Xiao Li and clarified without hesitation, "Yes, it was the artifact itself that had a connection with him, it was Sherlock who forcibly created it, not Uluo. Lord Boros' will!"
"It can be moved without Ouroboros's indication?" The Underworld God said angrily, "I wrote it down, and I will visit Ouroboros the other day."
"no no… "
The coffin ghost cried out in despair.
On the other side, Xiao Li was approaching the God of Underworld purposefully. He supported the coffin board and said to the man standing at the window: "In the library of the Judgment Prison, I saw a sentence that said that God is not invincible. Yes, because the gods are nothing but powerful ghosts."
Underworld God's pupils tightened for a moment, he didn't expect Xiao Li to know such a secret, the look on his face was fleeting, and he regained his calm: "Yes, but no, I am stronger than you. imagination."
Xiao Li: "Really?"
"What do you want to do?" Underworld God asked.
Xiao Li was too close to the Underworld God, and a ghost hand attacked him from behind when he was speaking. Although he was intercepted by Bloody Mary in the middle, the aftermath still left him with more wounds.
"... Killing a god?" Xiao Li slowly wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The bright red lining the corner of his lips, like a red plum in the snow, was shocking. His words were very light, but they were very clearly conveyed to the god of the underworld. In his ears, he first gave a guess, and then denied his own words, "No, I want more."
"More?" Underworld God chewed on the meaning of the human words in front of him. The next second, he laughed strangely, and more totems appeared on his face, just like the kind Fu Zige wrote on the mirror. Rolling back and forth, he said, "I'm afraid you won't have this chance."
As soon as the voice of the underworld god fell, the tail of the scythe hit the ground, opening its mouth from the ground.
The picture is as if countless corpses were buried at the bottom of this layer, and now they are resurrecting, opening their mouths and swallowing the prey standing on them.
The most terrifying thing is that there is a mouth inside these mouths. The fangs in this mouth are extremely long, carrying the power of invincibility, and they bite the helpers standing on Xiao Li's side one by one.
Tan Li was bitten on the instep, and she was stabbed in the shoulder. She tried to break free, but blood oozes from her shoulder, but she couldn't break free.
The ghoul was bitten by a hand, and it tried to break the hand directly, but more thorns grew out of the teeth, trapping it firmly and making it immobile.
The same is true of ghosts such as Bloody Mary and Legs, and even the pen fairy was bitten by the body of the pen and nailed firmly in place.
"Your helpers are all here, do you still want more?" Underworld God looked at the scene in front of him in a cheerful mood, looked at Xiao Li, and wanted to appreciate the helpless expression of the other party, "You underestimated the power of God, Sherlock."
But Xiao Li was not as flustered as he thought.
"It seems so, but you missed one."
Xiao Li's tone was sloppy, and even turned his head behind the man with a hint of coquettishness:
"What do you say, boyfriend?"
Shen Mizhi stood behind the Underworld God. Only Xiao Li, who was facing him, saw his appearance. Even the Underworld God didn't notice it. The young man held the black iron sword of the Underworld God with one hand and stopped him from moving.