Chapter 1203 Everything is the same
But after the six senses left, the thorns and vines that were heavily entangled in Jiujiu's body began to sink into her body, as if they were integrated with her body growth. A dull knife was used to dismember her body.
So under Bai Lian's helpless gaze, Jiujiu's body seemed to have been fabricated from some kind of clay.
It was cut into countless pieces by those black thorns and sharp swords, turned into the nutrients of the mountain, and was deeply pulled and absorbed.
Bailian's expression changed drastically and he wanted to catch her.
But as soon as his palm touched her body, he could clearly feel that Jiujiu's body really turned into sand and flowed through his fingers.
After Jiujiu's body was swallowed and absorbed by Jianshan, Balian only felt that her aura was becoming more and more dispersed, and she was getting farther and farther away from him.
Everything seemed to have become what the six senses said, and Tiansheng Jianshan became a huge stomach bag of the True Ancestor Evil God.
Ninety-nine turned into a piece of food that was decomposed in the stomach of this evil monster.
The soul was cut into millions of parts and digested into nutrients for these thorny flowers of desire. This is a more thorough method of erasure than the annihilation of the Six Paths.
For the squirming thorns in front of me, the black-leafed flowers exuding a mysterious and fragrant mist blurred out.
Bailian raised his arm and let the fragrant mist spray on his body in a blur.
The buds that pushed through his skin snaked out branches of thin green vines, twining between his arms and connecting with the dense thorny mountain.
The moment the green new vines connected with the thorns as hard as steel, a dirty black spirit spread out from the thorns and began to spread towards the new vines to contaminate them.
The fragrant mist surrounding Balian's body is getting heavier and heavier. Bulging buds and buds can be seen everywhere in his body, and the muscles under the skin are also constantly changing. surge.
If this continues, I am afraid that before long, Balian will become the second carrier of the True Ancestor Evil God and completely lose his consciousness and soul.
But Balian seemed to have discovered something interesting at this moment.
The corners of his lips, which were black and cracked as if they were poisoned, were slightly raised: "I suddenly realized that you are actually very pitiful... My true ancestor."
The man in front of him The wall of thorns surged like a wave on the sea surface, and faces that were identical to the ninety-nine students emerged.
‘They’ said in unison: “Now that you have become my meal, who is more pitiful?”
Balian said: "The invincible and omnipotent True Ancestor Evil God indeed has the power to make the whole world fear him, but now in my opinion, the True Ancestor is just a pitiful person who is so barren that he can't even have a body. It’s just a guy.”
The surging movements of the faces in the thorn wall were more violent, and their facial features showed a death-like indifference and calmness, but in the undulating sea of faces, they were still able to Feel 'their' anger.
“I am everywhere, and all creatures in the world are my slaves, my containers, and can be used at any time. To me, the body that you humans are proud of is just a shackle that binds the soul. That’s all.”
“It is because of the bondage of the body that the body will die and the soul will be destroyed.”
Balian said: "You are so disdainful of the human body, yet you have to rely on the power of making a wish to obtain other people's physical bodies.
It's hard for me to imagine that if there were no living beings in the world, you would be just a human being. Just a useless body of chaos."
"No eyes, no ears, no mouth, nothing. Nose, Wuxin, a wandering and lonely soul, what's the difference between you and that parasitic insect? "
The 'faces' are surging more and more, 'them'? At the same time, he laughed: "Do you know what you are doing at this moment?"
Bailian did not answer. "You are bewitching evil gods."
Bailian smiled: "But you are wavering."
A thorn swung out like a whip, but it did not fall on Baillian, splitting him open A wall of thorns behind me.
"You leave here."
"You are actually willing to let me go?" Balian's tone was surprised, but there was no surprise on his face.
Those faces gradually became calm: "The seeds of my desire have entered your bones, and the karma in your body is sealed in your bones.
Give up, young man, you can't do anything to me, and I am not Any food is acceptable.”
“In your body. The source of your karma is only sealed by me, but it does not disappear. You are not a delicious and useful food to me.”
The implication is very simple, that is, Baili cannot use his karma. It is difficult for An to pose any threat to the True Ancestor Evil God.
As far as the Evil God is concerned, Baili'an is useless to eat and it is not a pity to discard it.
On the contrary, the karmic breath in his body cannot be digested after being eaten, and it accumulates in the body like a stubborn disease, which is also annoying.
The True Ancestor Evil God is not an ordinary demon. It does not have too pure love and hatred, and will not cause unnecessary killings unless necessary.
Even if what Balian said offended it.
"Leave here, with your karma and black bones, you can still save a life in this troubled world."
Clusters of black desire began to appear on Balian's body. The flowers came, but he did not look back at the light of the world shining through the darkness behind him.
Instead, he got even closer to the wall of thorns filled with faces.
“Why are you driving me away? Since the karma bones in my body can pose a threat to you, now is the best time for you to kill me.”
Bailian smiled on his face. : "What are you uneasy about?"
The True Ancestor Evil God said calmly: "For those who take the initiative to come to your door, Most of the food contains poisonous substances, and I am not stupid enough to do so."
Those faces all opened their eyes, with eyes that were similar but not similar to those of Ninety-Nine. Staring deeply at Baili you, they all said: "There is no one you want to save here."
"Really?"
The arm covered with vines that Balian raised once again sprouted a new vine branch, and he reached out in a certain direction, in the sea of thousands of faces that were the same. Among them, a vine branch approached a thorn near a face.
The vine branches were wrapped tightly around the thorns, and Balian's arms tensed up and exerted force. Under the reactionary pulling force, the thorns wrapped around his body scratched his skin and flesh, and the roots were stretched and broken.
He used his strength to bring his body to the face whose expression, demeanor, and facial features were exactly the same as those of thousands of other faces. There was no difference at all, and it was like a perfect copy.
He met those eyes and suddenly smiled relaxedly: "Why are you so careless? If you are playing hide and seek, you have to hide yourself well. I found you again, Miss Doll... ”
(End of this chapter)