Chapter 1187: Destruction
The compassionate smile on the evil god's face turned cold. Through the pale and cold fingers and the faint ice-blue lake water, it saw a pair of eyes as dark as stagnant water.
"It's so noisy, do you think... I have a need to choose?"
The two bodies were stacked up and down, sinking in the water for a long time.
But the sound of the rapids like heavy rain hitting the lake never faded away.
Ninety-Nine's pair of dark eyes with no visible whites still had no real color.
My ears are filled with the pattering sound of heavy rain hitting the lake.
Ninety-nine's head, which was pulled back by those silk threads, suddenly lifted up.
She raised her eyelids and looked at the True Ancestor Evil God with cold eyes through countless intertwined and floating threads.
"Do you really think you have glimpsed into my heart? With such a face, calling this name, and getting the same memory as her, with a bewitching tone, do you really think you have become her? ?”
Ninety-Nine's face was expressionless, and his head that was forced to be raised back was like a rusty joint that had lost engine oil and was struggling to be lifted.
Similarly, her sagging arms and bent body began to lift stiffly and slowly, returning to their original positions.
She pulled the thread floating in the water straight.
Ninety-nine-nine-five fingers opened slightly, wrapped around a handful of silk thread behind the wrist, tightened the fingers, and pulled hard towards himself.
The True Ancestor Evil God found that his arm was entangled with silk threads floating in the water.
It was actually tangled up in the thread of its own desire.
Under the pull of that force, Jiujiu didn't mind the evil god's approach, and even took the initiative to pull it close to him, with the tips of his noses touching each other.
The desire turned into a black mist as strong as substance. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whose body it was emanating from.
At this moment, Jiujiu found her true heart from the abyss of desire, but she was still in the torrent of desire, and there was still no white in her dark eyes.
The eyes that were almost eerily calm seemed to reflect the nebulae of heaven and earth, and all things in the world.
Her whole body exuded a strange and sticky black mist of desire, but her eyes could not reflect even half of her true desire.
"But this is really noisy..."
Ninety-nine lips raised a cold arc: "Don't you know that my master always talks very little? "
"You really gave me a very boring dream."
"But dolls shouldn't have dreams.
Do you confuse me as a human being and use dreams as bait to pull me into the abyss? You've done it wrong from the beginning. ”
Ninety-nine raised her tilted head higher, and her arm bones made a creaking sound like rusty joint friction.
She gritted her teeth and laughed, Lifting her slender neck, blood overflowed from her lips and melted into the water.
Ninety-nine is almost unreasonable. Liji seemed to be grabbing the layers of silk threads tied around his neck, with such force that he even scratched the skin with his fingernails, dug his fingers deep into it, grabbed the threads and pulled them out brutally.
The sharp thread cut the skin during the pulling process, and blood spurted out, staining the water red
She was like a koi fish caught in a fishing net, struggling hard in the net.
No matter if the scales are scraped off by the sharp wires or the skin is rolled and injured, we have to fight to the death.
Ninety-nine, covered in scars, struggled out of the fishing net threads, but she did not let go of the evil god's body.
She suddenly raised a bleeding arm, spread her fingers, and the silk threads floating messily in the water entangled themselves in her palm, flying and intertwined to form a translucent spear.
The tip of the spear was pointed at the evil god's back.
The True Ancestor Evil God felt the sharp edge behind him, but it still looked down at Jiujiu's face without any emotion.
It blinked very slowly, and then laughed softly.
The evil god’s palm carelessly caressed Jiujiu’s cheek, and said with a leisurely smile:
“Your soul is more valuable than I imagined. , I allow you to be wild for once.”
The arm holding the gun suddenly bent!
Poof!
The spear, which was condensed from thousands of threads of desire, penetrated both of their bodies at the same time.
The blood of the evil god and the blood of Yinghuo blend together.
The heart of the furnace under Jiujiu's chest was completely polluted into pitch black, and the whites and pupils of his eyes were completely unclear and turned into two bottomless black holes.
Like an endless abyss, a strange and ominous aura that makes people feel chilly spreads.
"Evil God, don't think about going to other places, just stay in my body and rot with my soul."
The smell of desire from the Evil God, the pleasure of decay and addiction.
Below her body was an abyss. She led the evil god to fall and sink, rushing towards the fascination of death together.
Indulge in the sweet poison of desire, suck it deep into your lungs.
The face of the evil god pierced by the spear began to become blurred, and its body dissolved like melting ice, wrapping Ninety-nine's body in all directions.
Ninety-nine sank into it, gradually absorbing the evil god's melted body into his own body.
Her body covered in black mist slowly emerged from the lake.
Ninety-nine opened his dark eyes.
Consciousness returns, the world is under the vision, and the sound of wind and rain is still in the ears.
It’s just that this cool drizzle is completely different from the heavy rain in the lake just now.
The night is like smoke, and the warm rain as thin as cow hair is all over the sky, falling on the body, refreshing and light, as light as powder and falling gauze. It is more like moist smoke than rain.
The holy golden sword light shone across the earth, crossing Jiujiu's face, but it could not illuminate her pair of pitch-black eyes without the whites of her eyes.
There was no humanity left in her eyes, only extreme indifference and madness.
It may seem like a long time, but in the real world it is only a short moment.
Those shadow wizards who were carried into the sky by the golden sword intent were still swimming upstream.
Once sucked into the Holy Sword Mountain that day, the Shadow Witch will be swept away and purified completely by the extreme sword intent.
Bailian looked solemnly at Jiujiu, whose eyes were all dark, with an unprecedented serious expression.
Although he could not capture the true soul of the True Ancestor Evil God, he could still sense how Jiujiu's body had changed at that moment.
Ninety-nine smiled at him emotionlessly and said: "I admit that you are powerful and unmatched at this moment, but sometimes, you are not blindly powerful. You can rely solely on strength. Turn the tide and save all sentient beings." The sword light shone in the wind and rain fell faintly into her eyes, but it still couldn't reflect any light.
But Bailian could clearly feel Jiujiu's eyes falling on him.
Looking at him carefully.
"You are very strong, but at this moment, you lack the ability to love, so today... you are destined to be unable to save anyone."
Ninety-Nine smiled strangely at him, and then raised his hands She opened her arms and stretched her fingers. Thousands of silk threads quickly and infinitely extended from her fingers, like threads passing through needles, connecting all the rising shadow witch bodies in the sky.
No one is left behind.
At first, Balian thought she was using this method to try to resist and struggle, forcing these shadow witches who had been filled with the desires of the immortals to stay in the world in this way.
But who knew the next moment, her ten fingers would move together, and the shadow wizards would dance gracefully like countless puppets controlled by her fingers.
The translucent silk threads flew rapidly in the air, like countless golden threads dancing under the refraction of the sword light. The slender and flexible threads set off a terrifying sound of storm in the sky.
And driven by those silk threads.
Countless shadow witches did not return to the immortal's back, but followed the sword intent of Tiance Junshan Sword and quickly rose to the direction of the Holy Sword Mountain that day.
And the countless silk threads connected to the ninety-nine fingers were like bait threads, lifting her body lightly and flying high like a delicate kite.
The slender body was quickly swallowed up by the brilliant golden light in everyone's sight.
The immortals who had suffered from the shadow witch saw this scene, and they were both puzzled and delighted.
“Could it be that this disaster knew that his conspiracy was failed and he was about to be judged by the Immortal Lord, so he was so disheartened that he took the initiative to commit suicide?”
“I think this thief’s true form is Yinghuo, the doll in Shifang City, was created by Snow Girl, the daughter of the Golden Fairy. She has always only obeyed her orders. How could she collude with the evil god and murder the immortals today? "
"Could it be that more than ten years ago, Miss Snow's fall had a hidden meaning? Could it be that she was blown up to death so that the golden cicada could escape, but she was actually secretly manipulating the puppet Yinghuo to create such a shocking conspiracy."
With the six senses in hand, Fang Geyu, who was coming out of the cold tower, suddenly heard the conversations of these immortals, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
The sharp-eyed immortal saw Fang Geyu's appearance and analyzed it vigorously:
"No matter whether Miss Snow is dead or not, the doll Yinghuo has been passed down from generation to generation. If she takes action, she will definitely It is to obey someone's orders.
The puppet Yinghuo has done this misfortune today. The suspicion of Shifang City is not small. When he returns to the world, he must go to the immortal to ask for his orders. He needs to send the immortal punishment envoy down to earth to investigate the good things in Shifang City. Ichiban? ”
Immediately, some immortals were quite angry after hearing these remarks. Jinxian Weitu snorted coldly and said:
“As you said, the master of Zhonghuaxian Mansion is the father of Xuefu. , doesn’t it mean that Mr. Chu Liang is also a serious suspect and needs to be handcuffed and put on trial?”
< br>The immortal who had just spoken so confidently suddenly had a stern look on his face, with a look of fear in his eyes: "Lord Wei Tu, you are speaking too seriously... You are speaking too harshly..."
Shifang City is no more than a small human force, even if it has financial resources. It is powerful enough to shake the Three Realms, but in terms of its true strength, it is not as good as the three sects in the world.
It’s easy to interrogate.
But the status of the master of Zhonghuaxian Mansion is completely different. Just because he is a Golden Immortal, they have no qualifications to interrogate him.
Not to mention the Immortal Prison, even if you want to interrogate a golden immortal in the entire Immortal Prison, you must carefully consider it.
Not to mention that the Zhonghua Immortal Mansion is not directly under the control of the Shangqing Immortal Realm. Zhonghua Immortal Mansion is one of the four palaces in Kunlun Jingxu and has an outstanding status.
If you want to move Chu Liang, it means you are trying to move the emperor's head.
The consequences of offending such a predator in the fairy world are definitely not something they can afford.
However, the expression of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was far less relaxed and carefree than that of the immortals. His brows were darkened and his expression became more serious. He glanced deeply sideways at Bailian and said:
"This is Something is wrong, the body that has absorbed the body of the evil god will never seek death on his own initiative!"
As soon as the words were spoken, before Balian could respond, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was stunned.
A very strange thought suddenly came to my mind.
Why did he always want to ask this young man's opinion frequently while resisting the evil god?
When... did he treat this corpse demon boy so equally?
As soon as this thought arose, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan suddenly started to sweat profusely on his back.
Such a state of mind is very similar to the way he got along with the generals who had not yet fallen into the devil.
As an emperor, he is holy and aloof, which is the aloofness of one person.
On the battlefield, there are only a handful of people who can subconsciously communicate with each other and ask for their opinions.
As the Lord of the Six Realms, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan knows that there must be no one in this world who can sit on an equal footing with him and have the same state of mind.
Even if Kunlun God Cang Nanyi is extremely talented and regarded as the strongest among the five deities, the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan also intends to suppress her and will never allow her aloof status to be shaken.
But how could this young man be so relaxed? !
Immortal Zhu Zhan was about to commit suicide when he saw Bailian's body swaying violently in the sky, and his face suddenly turned pale, as if his body had suffered an invisible blow.
He clutched his chest, leaned forward, and vomited a large mouthful of blood.
What is eye-catching is that the blood is actually a deep black color.
Bailian wiped the blood from the corners of his lips calmly. He glanced sideways at Immortal Zhu Zhan and caught the serious murderous intent in his eyes.
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself and thought to myself.
He was once Zhu Zhan's favorite successor to the Immortal Way. The relationship between them was half master and half friend. Even on the most dangerous battlefield, they were able to trust each other.
Now, in his eyes, he has become a heretic demon.
Balian, who has simply experienced the vicissitudes of the world, has long looked down on the relationship between life and death. His heart is unfettered, so he is not bad.
With his current state of mind, he couldn't afford to cause too many disturbances.
He said calmly: "Things have indeed become more and more difficult. Yinghuo is more difficult to deal with than I thought.
She turned herself into the eye of desire and threw herself into the sky Holy Sword Mountain absorbs the desires of the world, the resentment of the world, and the world with its own heart. The hatred of heaven and earth and other negative emotions are trying to pollute the Holy Sword Mountain of Fallen Heaven.
If she succeeds, the thousands of sword intentions that my sword cuts will become the most terrifying thing in the world. The sword of desire cuts straight into the heart, and there will be no room for change.”
Even though he was talking about such horrific things, Balian's eyes still had a calm color, and his blood-stained thin lips opened and opened, showing the indifference of life and death:
"At this point, gods and Buddhas. No crossing, eternal destruction.”
As soon as he finished speaking, as if to verify the authenticity of what he said, the sky rumbled, and the sword mountain full of extremely holy golden light began to rumble and fall. Away from the Nine Heavens.
An extremely shocking picture appeared in front of the world.
All over the world, no matter where you are, as long as you can look up at the sky, you can see that the golden-stained Sword Mountain in the sky is falling.
(End of this chapter)