Chapter 638 Broken Mirror (3K+)
Turning around, there was finally no obstacle in front of the Zichen Palace.
Liu Sheng's eyes passed through the deep hall and fell on the figure sitting at the end. The bright yellow dragon pattern hem remained motionless, as if it was integrated with the entire Zichen Palace.
When she stepped into the palace, the scene in front of her seemed familiar, yet strangely strange and distorted.
Her footsteps seemed to be pulled silently by this empty space. The longer she walked, the more she felt trapped in it, as if every brick and tile of this temple was swallowing her will. , it will never come to an end no matter what.
Both sides of the hall were filled with ministers at some point.
Those blank faces were facing her, and cold gazes coming from nowhere were projected one after another, as if they could penetrate every inch of her skin and examine her soul.
For Liu Sheng, such a scene is not unfamiliar.
When Ziwei rolled her name, she walked into the Ziwei Hall and faced a series of scrutinizing eyes.
It’s just that the scene at this time is much weirder than before.
But, so what about weirdness?
Just one punch.
These ministers faced Liu Sheng and murmured incessantly:
"Your Highness, Princess, you do not belong here."
"Your Highness, return to your Tianxiu Palace. ”
"Your Highness, Princess, you are not this material. This is due to nature."
"Your Highness, Princess, you have no way to resist nature."
The words "Your Highness, Princess" are filled with false respect. But like invisible thorns, they came from all directions and tightly bound her body.
Liu Sheng kept struggling, but the knot got tighter and tighter, and gradually he couldn't even take a step.
At this moment, the ministers swarmed in as if they had smelled prey, surrounded her, murmuring and trapping her, not allowing her to take another step forward.
At the same time, the jade tablet in his hand was raised high and hit her body hard.
Such a cold and hard Jade Hut hit my body. Even if I accidentally hit it a few times, I still couldn’t avoid the pain. I couldn’t even walk under the severe pain.
But how could Liu Sheng allow them to block his way forward now?
At this point, Liu Sheng is no longer afraid of exposing his differences.
It's time to show your true power.
Within her body, the tentacles exploded, surging, and instantly swept across the surrounding thorns.
All the ministers who restrained her burst like balloons in an instant, making a harsh hissing sound, and their bodies staggered for a while. In the end, only the empty official uniforms and shrunken skins were left. .
The jade tablets also fell one after another, as if they had lost their power. The hard texture of the white jade itself disappeared into thin air, turning into white paper money, flying and falling in the air.
The sky full of paper money filled the entire Zichen Palace like rain.
And Liu Sheng's tentacles were swinging all over his body, like golden streamers flying behind him. His figure was getting taller and taller, and he was approaching the man sitting on the dragon chair step by step.
However, along the way, as the paper money fluttered, the floor of the hall gradually rose up, as if it was instigated by some incomprehensible force, forming raised earth bags one after another, like tumors all over the ground.
On every ridge, a misty white shadow appeared, making a shrill cry, filling the air of the hall, empty and helpless.
The sky above Bai Ying was instantly shrouded in darkness. A pair of malicious eyes opened at the top of the Zichen Palace, overlooking the world, and then countless blood rain fell, eroding the entire Zichen Palace.
The blood fell on the white shadow, bit by bit, and the completely infected white shadow immediately rushed towards Liu Sheng with crazy power.
She sneered and knocked away the blood-colored white shadows one by one. Then the small tentacles in her hands reached out and tore the black shadows shrouded in darkness from the tops of their heads. It formed a ball and was tossed and tossed between the tentacles.
As the dark shadows in the sky were eaten away bit by bit by small tentacles, the sky above Zichen Palace gradually became clearer, and the crisis was finally resolved by Liu Sheng.
These white shadows finally hesitated and moved away from the dirt bag, cowering like frightened cats, and followed Liu Sheng.
Surrounded by a large group of white shadows behind him, and a large group of bloody black shadows burning like fire on his hands, Liu Sheng finally stood in front of the bright yellow figure.
At this time, she is no longer the weak existence she originally was, nor can she only see the bright yellow hem.
She finally saw him clearly, his face hidden by the jade hanging down from the emperor's crown.
The golden crown was so heavy that he was almost unable to move. Sitting stiffly on the dragon chair, he could only slowly lower his eyes and watch Liu Sheng approaching step by step.
In front of us, there is still the last step.
As long as she stepped up the steps, she would be face to face with him.
However, this step is not smooth either.
A woman suddenly appeared at her feet, crying and saying that she was an unfilial daughter, rebellious and coveted her brother's things, and dared to dream of a position that did not belong to her.
More women appeared one after another.
Surprise, fear, ridicule, condemnation...
What is more, however, is the silent gaze of concern.
Liu Sheng ignored these voices.
She just pushed away gently, or stepped over.
Later, women began to push her forward.
They cheered and looked forward to the changes she could bring.
And these women integrated into her body like water, and she actually became taller little by little.
When she finally reached the end of the steps, she was already much taller than the bright yellow figure.
She looked down at him and suddenly realized that the man on the dragon throne had aged beyond recognition.
The crown of his hair was already very sparse, and the heavy golden crown was crumbling on top.
The body was withered, as if it were already a dead bone. The inside of his robe was crawling with maggots. Bloody black shadows were surging inside his body, flowing like molten lava.
Without the golden crown and dragon robe, he is just a thin and frail old man.
I don’t know when this once strong man became so weak.
On his pale face, the eyes pressed by the golden crown looked at Liu Sheng from bottom to top, seemingly showing a faint smile.
He slowly raised his hand, his bones making a fragile sound.
Then he took off the golden crown from his head, his eyes filled with silent anticipation.
She understood immediately, so she slowly bent down and let the man put the heavy golden crown on her head.
As the golden crown was transferred to Liu Sheng's head, a smile appeared on the man's pale lips.
Then the body was broken into pieces and turned into flying ash. Pieces of golden fragments were flying in front of his eyes. Bloody black shadows flew out of them quickly. Liu Sheng quickly absorbed them into the black ball in his hand.
The dragon chair was empty, leaving only a large dragon robe. Liu Sheng picked up the dragon robe and put it on.
She sat on the dragon chair, looking at the Zichen Palace in front of her, and the space continued to expand.
The ministers who originally despised themselves lined up in a row, bowed their heads and saluted, extremely respectful.
The palace people in the distance also bowed their knees.
Further afield, the countless white figures surrounding her also bowed and saluted.
With this bow, Liu Sheng felt the familiar power of faith pouring into her body from all directions.
Her figure gradually grew taller, surpassing the roof of Zichen Palace, overlooking everything, and getting infinitely close to the sky.
Finally able to face the huge face in the sky, she suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.
It turns out that I am still so small.
With this fear, Liu Sheng's figure actually shrank a little.
Moreover, at this moment, Liu Sheng felt many hands pulling at his dragon robe below.
Looking down, many faceless men wearing snow-white priest robes were stepping on the white shadows surrounding Liu Sheng, climbing up her huge body.
They held straw-like instruments in their hands, piercing her skin hard and absorbing some kind of power.
Liu Sheng had become so huge at this time that he didn't even feel any pain, just like being bitten by a mosquito.
She wanted to stretch out her tentacles and dust them off, but these priests chanted:
"Your Majesty, we are messengers of God, you cannot do this."
"Be careful of God's wrath!"
But there were too many holes, and Liu Sheng’s figure shrank again.
They are still nagging:
"Your Majesty, it is normal to spend money to build the temple. This is the face of the Tang Dynasty..."
"Your Majesty, the theology must be strengthened. Others are just heresy!"
"Your Majesty, sir If the son of a priest commits a crime, he should be punished a little. After all, he is a person who serves God..."
Following their voices, chains locked her body.
Many white shadows were trampled and twisted into a white mess, moaning endlessly, but these sounds were drowned out by the priests' admonitions.
But Liu Sheng could still hear Bai Ying's cry, and the anger in his heart gradually rose.
She understood that she could no longer be afraid.
So many people below are relying on her, and she should not be overwhelmed by fear.
"It's just a slaying of gods. After slaying once, are you afraid of the second time?"
Immediately, the black dumpling in her hand transformed into a long sword burning with black fire. It is wrapped with countless tentacles, like endless worms beating on it.
The chains on her body broke one by one. She picked up the long sword that gathered the three major powers and slashed towards the god in front of her.
Suddenly the sky and the earth were pale.
The faceless priests also lost their color, and they all grabbed her body and cut it down with a knife.
But the god was so angry that he wanted to break Liu Sheng's spine.
Liu Sheng was forced to bend down and use his tentacles to sweep away these priests one by one. When he looked up, he saw an anthropomorphic expression of fear or surprise on the gods' faces.
Liu Sheng sneered and understood even more.
“You are not the real Supreme God.”
“Of course, I am stupid too, this is just a dream.”
No more fear, God’s wrath will be gone Invalid.
Liu Sheng straightened up and slashed with his sword again.
The fear on God's face is as real as substance.
Black liquid fell from the sky like black rain.
The world began to panic, roaring: "blasphemer!"
Even the white shadows surrounding her, after being eroded by the darkness, became even more crazy and desperate, trying to kill Liu Sheng The regime was overthrown.
But Liu Sheng didn't care that the shadows were pulling at her feet, tearing at her flesh, and climbing up, trying to shake the tree.
She swung her sword and cut everything off.
God's face was broken inch by inch,
In the end, the whole world became a broken mirror.
What is left is only the truth.
Liu Sheng found herself sitting in front of the dressing table, with the palace servants arranging her clothes behind her.
She was still wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and her head was heavy, which should be the heavy golden crown.
At this time, she realized that something was missing from the table.
Mirror.
But the mirror is buckled on the table, leaving only the bronze back full of patterns.
She stretched out her hand to lift it up, but the palace maid behind her made a voice for the first time, and she was very alarmed: "Your Majesty, you...it's better not to look..."
"Why can't I watch?" Liu Sheng asked.
"Mirror, the mirror is broken..." The palace maid was trembling with fear.
"Is this a bronze mirror? How could it be broken?" Liu Sheng asked puzzledly, but still insisted on opening it.
The palace maid dared not stop him.
Liu Sheng finally held up the mirror.
Indeed, although it is a bronze mirror, it is still full of weird cracks.
And those cracks split the face reflected in the mirror into countless pieces.
The twisted shape spread like a spider web. Liu Sheng held her breath and saw clearly that it was a dry and decayed face. The pale skin was like withered tree bark, with a faint mottled dark color.
The man in the mirror slowly raised his gaze, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his cracked mouth.