Chapter 1206: Joke of the Year
The entire Tianshengjian Mountain shook as if the world was spinning, and the long and narrow road in front of him no longer showed a road-like front and rear shape.
But as if they were turning weightless, Bailian and the thousands of 'ninety-nine' began to lean forward, falling towards the narrow thorn tunnel.
In this mountain, the True Ancestor Evil God controls all kinds of magical power.
As the world turned upside down, the world around Bailian seemed to have suddenly fallen into a dream.
Plenty of water flooded from all directions.
Under this thorny jungle, there is actually a mountain lake connected to it.
In the blue water world, countless bubbles rise, and thorns are constantly swimming and entangled in the water like black snakes.
The black and enchanting flowers of desire are densely floating in the water.
The extremely cold temperature made Bailian's five senses become extremely dull, and the sounds around him became very quiet.
Balian looked back at the way he came from. Above the long and narrow tunnel of thorns, it looked like a clear line between day and night.
Every drop of lake water here is transformed by the powerful desire of the True Ancestor Evil God. There is a sea of thorns and flowers in it, and the concentration of desire is a thousand times greater than before.
Not to mention such a pervasive immersion, only leaving this deep and bottomless lake can prevent the five senses from being devoured and weakened.
Dark silence first enveloped him visually, and Balian's eyes, which had become scarlet due to his rampage, began to gradually fade in color.
It turned into ordinary pitch-black eyes, but the black pupils had no pupil distinction, as if they were directly described by pen and ink, showing a strange pitch-black color, and then quickly occupied the entire white of the eyes.
Because of the influx of murderous desire, Balian's extremely pale face was set off by his extremely dark pupils without whites, making his face look extremely terrifying.
Those stems that he had shaved off with his own hands were once again under his skin, wandering around and turning into intricate blue lines, running across his face and body, like tree roots intertwined, Extremely horrifying.
His heart and humanity have completely disappeared from his eyes, and the only remaining killing instinct will make him kill all living things that come towards him.
In the blue and bone-chilling lake water, clusters of scarlet blood burst out again, smearing out, and Balian's consciousness drifted into nothingness.
The thorns and vines are entangled, and time and space seem to be frozen in this day forever.
Balian could no longer control himself. His eyes, completely black with no whites visible, were like two bottomless black holes, with only a tiny microcosm of cyan remaining in the two black holes.
His hand holding the sword was already performing a murderous act, ruthlessly killing and depriving the lives of the 'ninety-nine' who were wandering towards him.
But the other hand opened aimlessly, pointing towards the one that was slowly sinking towards the depths of the lake, unlike the thousands of floating 'nine-nine's. The green figure stretched out.
It’s just that he couldn’t sink deeper into the water normally.
His body was bound by thorns extending from the darkness.
A large number of swaying ninety-nine people wrapped him in the center and hugged him tightly, airtight.
The sight was blocked by the bodies of countless ninety-nine people, and the five senses quickly declined, and they could no longer sense anything.
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Far away from the corpse demon boy controlled by the desire to kill, even the thousands of bodies and souls around her grew exactly the same. Own'.
They are all like foam floating in the deep sea, intersecting with the sinking self.
Until the number of 'self-individuals' swimming upstream from her became less and less, she was alone, sinking deeper and deeper.
The lake water here is not only able to swallow up Bailian's five senses. As the depth of sinking becomes deeper and deeper, the density of the water becomes thicker and thicker, and it also becomes more and more transparent.
There is not even the presence of any impurities or even micromolecules.
It was so pure and clear that only the desire of the evil god was left. You could even vaguely see the thorns floating in the water gradually sinking and the broken limbs falling into the depths, all of which quickly disintegrated into nothingness.
It's like there is a blazing fire in the depths of this lake that is invisible to the naked eye, burning all foreign things.
Ninety-Nine's body continued to fall, and his clothes became tattered and shabby, turning into strands of mist silk, dissolving in the water, and returning to nothingness.
As she fell deeper and deeper, no trace of her body remained, and her white skin fell like new snow on the sea floor, sinking with a soft outline.
Until it was like falling into a deep sea hell, a deeper darkness enveloped her from behind, swallowing up all light and form.
At the moment when he was swallowed into the darkness, all the sounds disappeared completely.
But it was at this moment that Ninety-nine found a trace of his true heart at the moment of separation, like a flashback.
She opened her eyes and looked at the endless darkness in front of her. The bone-chilling lake water enveloped her body, as if even her bones were immersed in the ice water.
But Jiujiu knows that in this realm, with her power and in the state where her soul has been sacrificed, she cannot find even a trace of her original heart.
This is the True Ancestor Evil God intentionally awakening her.
After experiencing soul division and sinking in pain, Jiujiu opened her eyes. Although her head was like a knife and the sea of consciousness was dark, her face still looked calm. .
In this absolutely quiet lake, the voice of the True Ancestor Evil God sounded in her mind in a spiritual way: "Give me your body."
Ninety-Nine Lips Pulling lightly, enduring the chaotic and severe pain in his skull, he also communicated with the True Ancestor Evil God in a spiritual way.
"What I sacrifice to you is my soul. You can use my soul however you want, but our contract does not include this body."
Ninety-Nine The city is so deep, she naturally understands the conditions of the evil god's wish.
She sacrificed her soul and made a wish that this body would never belong to the True Ancestor Evil God.
As for the True Ancestor Evil God, her body, at this moment, is its best container.
"I need to use your body to kill that corpse demon. You don't want to be found by him, right?"
There was a trace of confusion in Jiujiu's calm eyes. Doubts:
“Here, you are the master, he He has become a monster controlled by murderous desire. He has lost his original intention. Under the interference of thousands of 'I's, the probability of him finding me is zero. Why are you afraid of him?"
True Ancestor? The evil god fell into a rare and delicate silence. After a long time:
"That boy's desires and emotions are very strange. I can destroy his original intention, but I can't control his nature. I don't like changes, so I want to eliminate him."
Ninety-nine closed his eyes again, Appearing very indifferent:
"Who you want to eliminate or kill is your own business. Sacrifice of the body is not among the conditions of our contract."
Zhen Zuxie The god chuckled: "I'm really curious about what you are planning. The soul can be squandered and left to me to deal with, but it can only protect this body in every possible way."
"Without a soul, The physical body is just a useless body. Without my grace, you will never be able to wake up. "So, what kind of secrets are hidden under your physical body?"
In the invisible dark current, a darker mist suddenly surged up, pouring into Jiujiu's eyebrows without warning.
Then, Jiujiu’s body moved stiffly like a puppet on strings.
Under the wishing contract, the True Ancestor Evil God cannot completely occupy Jiujiu's body to control her power.
But it can still be done easily by simply controlling her body movements.
After controlling Jiujiu's body, the True Ancestor Evil God finally felt the strangeness of Jiujiu's body just like Balian.
It could control her hands, feet and body stiffly, but it was extremely difficult to control her right hand covering her heart.
I wanted to lift it up and let go, but I found that there was great resistance and struggle in that arm, and it was still protecting my heart.
The True Ancestor Evil God is puzzled.
Ninety-nine’s furnace heart has long been shattered into millions of ashes.
The most important heart of the furnace no longer exists.
What else is worth her efforts to protect?
More dark mist rushed into her body. The slender and white right forearm of Jiujiu had obvious veins. The knuckles were pale when pinched, and the bones creaked with resistance. The sound of friction.
Her left hand was raised uncontrollably, and she pinched it hard on the wrist of her right hand. The strength was so strong that she seemed to want to break the slender bones.
Finally, the right hand that was tightly attached to his heart was torn away inch by inch.
Under the cold, snow-white skin of the heart, there were mottled red wounds where the heart exploded, split open the flesh and blood.
Under the bloody wound, to the evil god's surprise, it was not empty.
But a bright red heart that is almost the same as a human being, replacing the place where the furnace heart originally was.
The moment the palm leaves my heart.
The heart made a vivid beating sound.
"Dong dong...dong dong..."
In his mind, the voice belonging to the True Ancestor Evil God fell into a strange stagnant silence.
After a long time, the True Ancestor Evil God made a shocking sound of emotion.
“You are a doll... and you actually gave birth to a human heart.”
Ninety-nine opened her eyes, and her eyes were covered by darkness and could not tell what kind of emotion she was feeling. He seemed to calmly reply to the shock of the True Ancestor Evil God:
"It's just an array system that simulates the body's fiber, flesh, and air machinery. After a little research, it's not difficult to make a human heart. Is it possible..."
"Only humans are allowed to make puppets, but Are puppets not allowed to create humans?”
Almost at this moment, the True Ancestor Evil God became more interested in Ninety-Nine than ever before.
"So, you are still plotting against me. Is this heart the weapon to kill me?"
The moment he finished speaking, the True Ancestor Evil God clearly felt the ninety-nine Tense muscles throughout the body.
"You are actually gambling with your life and leading me into the game. It's interesting, it's interesting."
The heart was beating hard in the dull water pressure, especially after losing the protection of the right hand. The deep water pressure squeezed the new and delicate heart until it was deformed and bleeding.
Ninety-nine: "Kill the evil god? How many sacred and supreme beings are there in this world that can do this."
This is not intended to be flattering, but to describe the facts.
“But I don’t like someone keeping back tricks that I don’t know about in front of me.”
"But..."
The True Ancestor Evil Shinhwa changed his mind: "This kind of backhand with expectations can often become your own fatal weakness."
"In my disaster Facing this situation, preserving one's sanity is an extremely painful and destructive process."
"Yinghuo Ninety-Nine, I have eaten your soul, and I have some understanding of the obsessions in your heart."
"You are in pain, because of the war fifteen years ago, and because of killing your companions with your hands. I feel guilty and painful, and blame myself for not being able to protect my closest and most trusted six senses.”
"You were clearly created and born into the world as Yingluo, the most perfect doll in the world. Your natural duty is to protect mankind.
But the endless piles of bones are destroying your mission. In that cruel war, , experience has witnessed countless You, who have died several times, are actually shaken just like your six senses.
You suddenly realize that your created existence is meaningless. Your master created you and gave you a mission. I abandoned you again.
< br>So the mission given to you becomes a yoke that will never be solved, binding you and giving you meaningless orders. You are just a puppet tool that no one will ever want.
Your master gave you birth, seemingly many A beautiful human agreement has been made, but often the cruelest things like to be disguised as the best in the world, luring the young and ignorant souls who are born for the first time to sink into this beautiful rose danger full of thorns. < br>
In the end, you will find that the only empty meaning of your birth is to prove again and again that you are just a precious tool in this long and dark world that only belongs to puppets. "
The struggle of Jiujiu's right arm began to loosen under the slow words of the True Ancestor Evil God.
The dark aura around her became stronger and stronger, and the dark pair of His eyes almost merged with the surrounding darkness.
Ninety-nine murmured softly: "It's not... there's only one left, I'm not just a simple tool... that human cub. Say I..."
"I am a survivor worth protecting. ”
The True Ancestor Evil God's voice sounded ruthlessly again, as if he wanted to destroy something: "But no one will agree with this sentence."
"That's just a three-year-old child's alone speech. , a three-year-old child...ah, what are the words of a three-year-old child? They are jokes. Children's words are always innocent and unrealistic."
"In Shifang City, It is said that a material puppet that is only damaged and consumed can become a survivor without weapons."
"If you really agree with this statement, why did you not dare to see her in the ten years since your resurrection. On the other hand, ask her face to face if she still remembers what she said."
"A child's joke is worth remembering."
"Yinghuo number ninety-nine, you are really pitiful."
(End of this chapter)