Eighth Crown

Even if you only look at it with the naked eye, you can see that the fantasy tree is much taller and stronger than what you have encountered before, and the galaxy hidden under its skin seems to be boundless.

According to Little Da Vinci's observations, the mature fantasy tree has accumulated a huge amount of magic power that is enough to destroy the surface of the planet.

But strange to say.

Obviously the fantasy tree itself has accumulated such a huge amount of power, why does it not move at all, but just like a parasite, parasitic on the side of the Lostbelt and the King of the Lostbelt?

After the first few clipping trips, Liu Xia knew that the fantasy tree had its own consciousness, but it never resisted the king of the Lostbelt, even if its magic power accumulated more than the king of the Lossbelt, Still just standing there quietly.

However, there are many mysteries surrounding the fantasy tree, and it is useless to think about it now.

Look up.

The fantasy tree is rooted on an island in the center of the lake, surrounded by milky white lakes, like a layer of star rings, protecting the fantasy tree on the island in the center of the lake.

"Is that the sea of ​​milk in Indian mythology?"

Holmes looked at the milky white lake and speculated.

According to Indian mythology, because Indra offended Shiva, the **** of destruction, he caused him to drop a huge curse, making the whole three worlds lose their vitality, and the gods described them as withered.

In order to solve this problem, the patron saint Vishnu proposed to gather the power of the gods to stir the milk sea, and obtain immortal nectar from the milk sea, so that the heaven and the earth can be restored, and the gods can be immortalized.

Hearing this may give people the impression that the sea of ​​​​milk is a good thing. This impression is true, but it is a pity that in the process of stirring the sea of ​​​​milk, Suji, the dragon king who is the head of the pestle, spit out because of the unbearable suffering. A powerful venom capable of destroying the Three Realms.

It was hard to say whether the milk sea in front of them was contaminated by the Dragon King. If it was the milk sea full of poison, it would not be a problem to melt gold and iron, not to mention that it could destroy the world.

But the sea of ​​milk couldn't help flying, no matter how you looked at it, it couldn't stop Liu Xia's footsteps.

The huge flying dragon flapped its wings, quickly crossed the milky white lake, and galloped away in the direction of the island in the center of the lake.

In the sky above the island in the center of the lake, in front of the fantasy tree, there is a huge boat of glory suspended there.

The white Almighty God, who is sitting on the throne of the Glory Boat at the moment, seems to be closing his eyes and resting.

It wasn't until he felt the wind from the flying dragon that he silently opened his eyes and looked in the direction of several people.

The arrival of the flying dragon also came to an abrupt end, and floated calmly in the mid-air of the island in the center of the lake, allowing Liu Xia and the Almighty God standing on the Glory Boat to confront each other face to face.

"...is there such a thing...?"

The figure of the Almighty God disappeared from the throne and appeared on the deck like an illusion.

Liu Xia, who seemed to him to have disappeared for a long time, stood in front of him intact at this moment, making him feel that things exceeded his expectations for the first time.

"Oh, oh, this is really... a disgusting situation."

With a flash of light from the spiritual child, the demon monk with half black and half white hair appeared beside Arjuna, staring directly at Liu Xia standing on the flying dragon, the usual mocking smile on his face could not help but disappear.

"Sure enough, it's you, CasterLimbo."

Liu Xia's gaze swept across Arjuna, and then fell on the demon monk beside him.

Although he couldn't see what he looked like, from the familiar demonic nature, he had already seen through the identity of the other party.

"Huh, the poor monk is not Caster now, but Alterego."

The smile on the demon monk's face resumed, and his expression was as mad as ever.

"And, if you can, I hope you can call the poor monk by your real name. The poor monk's real name is Abe Seimei, I hope you can remember it."

"Since you said that, I think you are Ashiya Doman."

Liu Xia raised her brows slightly, and said in a contradictory tone: "With your ability to tell right and wrong, it is more suitable for the image of Ashiya Doman in the legend, isn't it?"

The demon monk's face stiffened slightly.

Abe Seimei and Ashiya Doman were both famous onmyoji in the Heian period. They had been entangled for a lifetime, and they were serious enemies.

It's just that no matter in legends or biographies, Abe Seimei is a decent onmyoji who eats official meals, while Ashiya Doman is an evil onmyoji who likes to engage in curses and other intrigues.

If he claims to be Abe Seimei, then he is more likely to be Domitsu Ashiya.

"...why...are you still alive?"

Arjuna ignored the meaning of the apostle's real name and kept her eyes fixed on Liu Xia.

He saw with his own eyes that Liu Xia was covered by his sword of reincarnation, and it was deleted from the huge program of the world, and it should not appear in front of him at all.

"It's just that you are too careless. You don't pay attention anymore when you feel that there is no threat."

Liu Xia held both hands empty, causing two He Dao to emerge from the palm of his hand, and he held it in his hand.

"Because King's Landing on the Almighty Seat is too long, have you forgotten your instincts as a warrior? Anyway, I'm standing in front of you now, and I'm about to draw an end to the next battle."

"..."

Arjuna's expression moved slightly, but he did not speak.

"...Even if you don't die, the result won't change."

His tone was as calm as a machine, and there was a sense of naturalness in his calm.

After countless years, he has achieved almightiness, and he has never faced defeat. He is a complete and perfect God, and I believe the same is true today.

"It's hard to say."

Lucia's tone was slightly subtle.

The almighty Arjuna is indeed no longer the warrior Arjuna.

If He was still the hero who resounded throughout the Mahabharata era and was called the closest hero to God, then He probably wouldn’t be so arrogant and careless, thinking that by defeating him once, it would be enough.

He didn't even realize what had happened to people's hearts and minds in this Lost Belt, under His rule.

"Holmes, are you ready?"

Liu Xia asked in a low voice to the watch on her wrist.

"No problem, you can start anytime."

Sherlock Holmes's voice came out of his chest.

"Then let's begin."

Lucia nodded indifferently.

"All the communication media that set me up in the Lost Belt is activated, and I want him to see with his own eyes just how far he has deviated from the people."

While speaking, his figure has slowly floated up from the flying dragon and stood in the void.

The flying dragon and the two people on its back stepped back together and found other opponents.

At the same time, with the assistance of the submarine, all the communicators scattered by Liu Xia in various towns were activated, so that one after another transparent images appeared in the sky above each village and town, and were seen by everyone. .

The entire Lostbelt was suddenly in an uproar.