The smile was fixed on her face, and the rotten flesh hanging down on the right side of her face trembled. The goddess of death also gave her the ability to predict the future to a certain extent. She looked at Xie Yuanyuan and suddenly discovered with horror that she could no longer see the "death" of the young man in front of her!
Life is like a tree, either with lush branches and leaves, or withered trees. Countless possibilities extend as far as possible from the treetops, using time as the soil and health as nutrients. She sees each person's tree and controls the life and death of each tree at the same time. But now, the meager branches that existed in Xie Yuanyuan's body suddenly disappeared into the boundless darkness, and all she could see was emptiness.
"How is this possible... what did you do?!" Hela screamed, the tassels on the crown collided violently, she stretched out her hands - the hands that symbolized life and death, wanting to grab Xie Yuanyuan's soul, and then Then tear it into pieces. But she still missed it. Like water disappearing into water, Xie Yuanyuan's spirit body dissolved and disappeared from her sight.
"You shouldn't have stopped." Xie Yuanyuan quickly dispersed into his body like wind and fog, "If you hadn't been so proud of your ability and said so many words to me just now, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to escape at all. come out."
Hela suddenly turned around and shouted: "The sound of spring is broken!"
Before he had time to adapt to his body, a strange network of golden light suddenly emitted from his chest, and Hela laughed sharply: "Let's see how you can hide now!"
The crown of death dispersed into thousands of flying black smoke, sniping at Xie Yuanyuan from all directions. The formless crown is the embodiment of everyone, everything, and everything. It also represents the essence of death: the end is the inevitable destination of everything.
"Don't you understand?" Seeing the emerald and peacock eyes shining brightly, the hidden sword suddenly popped out of Xie Yuanyuan's wrist. He looked directly at Hela's true form, "I don't mean you can defeat me if you find me!"
Hela's smile was cold and crazy: "Why should I defeat you? I just want your life!"
The end of her angry shout was still trembling in the air, and Xie Yuanyuan was already flying from the other end of the space. His figure is like lightning that comes and goes without a trace, dodging the oncoming mountains of swords and seas of fire, avoiding vicious dogs and undead, armies and lions. Disease and famine flowed from his feet, while his hidden sword cut through the river of fire of war and disaster. Within a thousand meters, the image of death appeared in the world like a kaleidoscope of gushes from the Crown of Formlessness!
At the last moment, he collided with the Balrog emerging from the hell magma, and then pierced through its chest, exploding into black fire that filled the sky!
Every time the golden mark took a step forward, the expression on Hela's face became stiffer and more ferocious. Her pale withered hair and lush black hair were entangled with each other, and she roared in a hissing voice: "No one can resist death! No one!! "
The next moment, Chun Sheng's broken mesh mark appeared in front of her face - her prey actually passed through the immediate death judgment of the Crown of Formlessness without any hindrance and came to her side!
"Not even you, right?" She heard the prey's voice and heard his question.
The intact left side of Hela's face was twisted, and she said sternly: "I am the god of death! I am in charge of your death, and I am in charge of everyone's death! No one can escape its sanction, and no one can escape my sanction!!"
The Formless Crown quickly gathered behind Xie Yuanyuan, taking on the form of the black-robed skeleton before. It wanted to follow the same pattern and directly peel off his data core as before. However, its hand went straight through Xie Yuanyuan's body. , completely missed.
Hela was stunned, and Xie Yuanyuan asked strangely: "Isn't your original name Wang Shufen? You are talking about the god of death. No matter what your identity is in the virtual world, in the real world, you are still just a human being."
Upon hearing this name, Hela's eyes widened suddenly, her whole body trembled, and her nose almost became crooked with anger. At this time, she did not care about issues such as deportment and divine personality. The Crown of Formlessness suddenly passed through Xie Yuanyuan's body, and once again reorganized into a black bone sickle as tall as a person. She held this huge sickle, like countless The image of the God of Death, which has been passed down orally for centuries, slashes down with force towards the broken mark of spring!
"You're already dead!" she roared hysterically, "I'll kill you first, and then I'll deal with the group of people outside!"
At the moment when the sun, moon and stars, morning glow and sunset, day and night intersect, the world in Xie Yuanyuan's eyes extends infinitely, broken down into thousands of clearly laid out lines.
He disappeared and then appeared, the hidden sword in his hand flashing with transparent blue light, already pressed against Hela's back.
"But what does death have to do with me?" Xie Yuanyuan looked at her quietly, "... death has nothing to do with me."
—The hidden sword suddenly penetrated the flesh, piercing Hela's heart with extremely vicious force!
Hela's pupils suddenly shrank, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out!
Xie Yuanyuan whispered: "It's just a small button."
He suddenly drew his sword, and the black bone scythe fell to the ground with a clang, and traces of smoke emerged from it, and then gathered again on Hela's trembling head, forming a dim crown.
His expression was as calm as an eternal wave of water, as if the hidden sword had just gently passed through the wind instead of being inserted into the heart of a powerful enemy.
"You... unexpectedly..." Hela staggered and took a few steps back. Her throat rattled, and the totem on her robe screamed silently, letting out a wailing cry, "however... unexpectedly... "
"You are also a human being." Xie Yuanyuan said, "Death is often accompanied by death, but it is not death after all. You are just a human being."
The appearance of the goddess of death is fading away from Hela firmly but slowly. Misery and hunger evaporate into the air. Slowness and laziness are bleached and washed away in the smoke. Aging and destruction disappear as silently as they came. Her face It has become normal, and the withered white hair is also covered with a dark color.
She covered her lips and heart, but a large amount of black blood still dripped down between her fingers uncontrollably, splashing on the ground with a hissing corroding sound, "I... won't... no... maybe..."
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She gasped out short struggling syllables intermittently from her throat while frantically coughing up blood. Hela raised her malicious eyes, staring at the intermittent golden light in the darkness, and said bitterly: "I...impossible...why...the attack...will fail..."
Xie Yuanyuan looked at her and shook his head calmly: "I don't know why your attack failed, but... didn't I say, I broke the thread."
Hela didn't understand what he was talking about at all, and naturally had no way of knowing the meaning of "thread". Xie Yuanyuan is right. She is often accompanied by death, and she naturally understands the feeling of death - she is about to die. Xie Yuanyuan's hidden sword is too fast, too poisonous, and too sharp. This move is almost a one-hit kill. She It's already a miracle that it can survive until now.
She opened her eyes wide and tried her best to stare at the flickering network of golden light, and suddenly giggled.
"I... understand... ah! I understand... understand!"
The space around her collapsed at an accelerated rate. Her face turned purple and she was still laughing like a madman: "So it's... like this! Your identity... I... lost... not... unjustly...!"
Xie Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
"... I lost... but... in the future, you... will... definitely... for your... identity..." The light in Hela's eyes gradually dissipated, "And... lose... my life..."
"What are you talking about?!" Xie Yuanyuan hurriedly stepped forward, trying to force more things out of her mouth, but it was too late. The space in the button suddenly collapsed, like a miniature bomb, rapidly collapsing, and then It swelled suddenly!
The system could not identify the properties of this button. Du Zijun was still studying its structure. His expression changed rapidly, and he threw it away quickly. Hearing a roar that was no less than thunder, Xie Yuanyuan's clothes were torn to pieces and he was blasted against the wall, making a loud rumbling noise!
"!" Du Zijun hurriedly waved away the dust in front of his eyes. He opened his mouth to shout, but strangely, the moment he opened his mouth, he seemed to be silenced and stopped in place.
... He... what is his name
Xie Yuanyuan was coughing muffledly and slowly got up from the ground. Du Zijun suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten the name of the person in front of him!
"...What's going on?" He shook his head violently, and even the boy's face became transparent and unfamiliar in his eyes, "You...what the hell did you do?!"
Xie Yuanyuan was covered in injuries. He stood up with difficulty. When he saw Du Zijun standing in front of him, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
"I… "
Du Zijun only saw his lips opening and closing - at the moment he spoke, all the noise around him was amplified dozens or hundreds of times, and Du Zijun couldn't hear his voice at all!
"...What on earth did you do," Du Zijun tried his best to stare into his eyes, and managed to focus his increasingly wandering attention on the young man, "How the hell did you get yourself into this?!"
He was furious and racked his brains to recall the memories about this person: the wooden house in the jungle, the weird joy show, the deep mountains where mermaids live and the cold fog all year round, the bloody nights at the ghost school, and the cruel humanity in war and concentration camps. ... But it's useless, it's all useless. The person in front of me is like a drop of ink poured into the water, gradually spreading, gradually diluting, and gradually dissolving in the completely transparent air.
Du Zijun strode forward, reached out and grabbed the young man's shoulder, and shouted: "Speak! Say your name!!"
He smiled sadly, but still opened his lips tremblingly. Du Zijun stared at the opening and closing of his mouth, but even the sound of a speck of dust flying in his ears was as loud as the disturbing clear air on a summer night. The mosquitoes of dreams completely covered his words.
There was already a thin layer of sweat on Du Zijun's forehead.
"Du Zijun." At this moment, the telegraph paper suddenly sounded, and He Qin's voice, accompanied by the roaring thunder in the sky, rang in the ears of the two people, "Take... Xie Yuanyuan, leave there. Someone will come here soon to cause trouble. ”
—The broken thread was picked up by someone's hands and tied into an unbreakable knot.
"...Yes, Xie Yuanyuan, your fucking name is Xie Yuanyuan!" Du Zijun almost knocked him away with a punch, "Fuck | Your mother, do you want to die?! Make yourself like that, you Do you know how dangerous this is?!"
Xie Yuanyuan's eyes were red. Du Zijun grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, but he still showed an ugly, tearful smile.
"...No, there will always be someone who will remember me."