Chapter 1662: The Sword of Destroying Space - The Scroll of the Galaxy
Rain drops fell in the sky.
It was not a heavy rain, nor a storm, and there were no rolling dark clouds in the sky. Everything was peaceful, just like the spring rain was as moist as soft as in March.
Under the bright sunshine, the temperature is neither high nor low, the raindrops are falling, and farmers are walking in the rain, carrying the unique fragrance of spring.
At the beginning, this raindrop had a trace of golden color, and occasionally bloomed with a sharp edge, as if it was about to tear the world apart and slaughter all living beings.
But as raindrops fall on the earth and more raindrops fall, the color of the raindrops changes.
Rain drops began to turn from gold to green, with a strong distortion of vitality, as if they wanted to make the creatures change in an infinite direction in an instant, making the bodies of gods and demons no longer stable;
Green becomes water again, and the infinite destruction hydrogen fusion and destruction will fill the four directions...
Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which constitute the foundation of all things in the world, the six paths of reincarnation have been reincarnated again and again, again and again, and the sharpness of the raindrops in each reincarnation is less.
In the end, all the sharp edges disappeared.
All the destruction and brilliance in this world disappeared, and became an ordinary March water town painting scroll, with famous paintings spreading in all directions, covering everything.
In this March water town spring rain picture, a puppet covered with cracks slowly stood up from the deep pit.
There are countless threads of ink and water lines surrounding him, twisting and changing, emitting a terrifying aura, which makes people dare not look at it at all, because facing the soul of the gods and mortals will collapse instantly.
"Painting of space."
"This reminds me of something that happened many years ago in the great catastrophe. A magical art called Zhenkong descended to the vast world. The nine immortal sects fought for it endlessly, but the final inheritance disappeared..."
The man holding the silk stared at the boy in the sky and said coldly.
"Chuyang Sword,"
"I don't stop you from running away."
"Why do you still have to be entangled?"
"Do you know that other gods may appear after a moment of delay, and you will definitely die."
His body, full of cracks, gradually expanded and expanded.
The perfect human skin was torn apart, revealing a puppet with black and red blood and tears. A cloud appeared in the sky, hanging down silk threads, deeply inserted into the puppet's limbs, heart, head, meridians, and every place.
This blood-seared puppet as big as a star stood shakingly between the world. The ink paintings in the water town of Jiangnan showed a faint unstable trend, with subtle cracks appearing.
Woo~
Woo~
Woo~
The whimpering cry came from the darkness.
The blood and tears puppet really flows down a drop of tears, and the tears turn into drops, then they fall to the earth, endless resentment, endless resentment fills the world.
The drops of blood and tears fell to the ground, scattering around like jade beads.
They were children's blood beetles the size of thumb.
There is a cute child's head, white and tender, innocent, from the beginning, a beetle body with black and red mixed with hideous patterns.
"Dad..."
"Dad...Dad..."
The beetles shouted innocently.
Dense blood beetles drip from the puppet's eye sockets and land under their feet, then crawl in all directions, gnawing on space, gnawing on rules, gnawing on cause and effect, gnawing on heaven and earth.
Among these beetles, a figure appeared hazy.
An ugly beggar with scars and pus and blood on his face, and his cute daughter, who jumped around, walked together between the streets and depended on each other.
Click~
Click~
Click~
March water town ink paintings began to appear, and were gnawed by the dense blood beetles.
"Immortal Shu Zhenkong still has this past event?"
"I don't know this." Jiang Ding glanced at the group of blood beetles with a sigh and said, "You won't escape anymore. You have the true demeanor of a strong man and a celestial charisma, which is very good."
"You ask me why I don't escape now?"
"Because, I need you, senior."
Jiang Ding slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the desire and murderous intent in his eyes were as hot as fire, and he could not hide it: "A mediocre life is worse than a brilliant and brilliant death!"
"I came to the upper realm to find a suitable enemy!"
"You are the person I am looking for, and I spontaneously walked to me and prayed to me to give you a death."
"What do you want again? What will I pursue?"
"So,"
"Die!"
"Die!"
boom!
The sword is unsheathed!
Endless light, endless light, reflected in the world, and the unparalleled brilliance, just like the ancient sun descending on the earth, the glory of this moment exceeded everything.
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After a moment of brilliance, the world fell into extreme darkness.
This extreme darkness lasted for a long time, thousands of years, and it seemed to be just a moment.
In the dark galaxy, the first merceration appeared. In this beam of light, a scroll slowly opened, revealing an ink painting reflecting the galaxy.
This galaxy scroll describes such a scene.
In the Jiangnan water town in March, the spring rain is like a crisp, and all things grow, giving birth to a beautiful picture of vitality.
In the center of such a picture, a puppet stands in the center, surrounded by many rustling blood beetles, covering the sky and billions of them, gnawing at cause and effect, gnawing at rules, and the space is swallowed up by them, without any stopping.
Such a scene is too abrupt to put together with Jiangnan in March.
What's even more terrifying is that the puppets and blood beetles are still squirming, constantly squirming, trying to break free from something. They gradually changed from standing to lunge state. The puppets waved a blood-colored flag, which touched countless threads of causal and destiny.
Countless blood beetles gathered, gathered under the blood-colored flag, forming a spear of causal curse with fierce and resentful aura soaring into the sky, and blood-red silk spread out in all directions and penetrated the galaxy.
The wriggling of the puppet and the blood beetle solidified.
The paintings in the Galaxy Scroll are also established from this.
A puppet under the cloud, under the control of countless transparent silk threads, held a blood-colored spear, and opened its eyes wide open, and rushed to the sky in this quiet and peaceful Jiangnan water town.
Such a painting is recorded in the universe and galaxy. "The prototype of immortal arts·Sword to destroy space!"
"Slash!"
A low shout came from the vast galaxy.
Boom!
In the dark, the gears of the universe are rotating.
A sun sword light covering the sky and the sun came to the world at this moment, bringing the sword path of a great sun sword cultivator to come to the world.
This sun-like sword fell on the galaxy painting and blasted into the picture.
The world was quiet for a moment.
boom!
Click!
The bright light of the sun burst out, and the axis of the galaxy painting split into pieces in the explosion of the sun, turning into powder, countless debris splashed in all directions, and countless people and objects in the painting were annihilated in the high temperature.
(This chapter ends)