The End of the World: At the beginning, I seized the SSS-level superpower

Although Jia Lan was covered in blood and had lost one of his four wings.

But he just raised his hand slightly and grasped the spear.

With a snap, the spear shattered.

He looked up and saw that the figure of the young writer suddenly became illusory, gradually dissipated, and returned to the long river of time.

After all, it was just a phantom, forcibly summoned from the long river of time with a forbidden object.

When the energy is exhausted, it will return.

At this time, the old man in the sky still had a calm expression.

The young calligraphers dispersed, and the remaining four calligraphers all had the strength of kings!

Although Jia Lan easily blocked the young scholar, his expression remained solemn.

Because among the remaining four shadows, the old man gave him a strong sense of crisis.

Looking up at the sky again, the Book King's aura is now so weak that he is even weaker than a demigod.

"Is this your peak strength?" There was no more contempt on Jia Lan's face.

The old man was as indifferent as before, just looking at the four figures, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his weathered eyes.

The five figures represent the cycle of his life.

Among the human race outside the Ninth Battlefield, there are mixed opinions about the Book King.

Some people say that after he entered old age, he gradually became incompetent and made no further achievements in the Black Armor, and often advocated compromise with foreign races...

Some people also say that he is afraid of death and has always bullied the weak and feared the strong. Most of his heroic deeds are to force the weak, and when facing strong aliens, he is often running for his life.

Some people also say that he is the oldest king. Even if he has no merits, he has worked hard. Without the Book-King, there would be no Black Armor today, and there would be no foundation for the existence of the human race in the Ninth Battlefield!

Few people have heard that the Book King risked his life countless times four thousand years ago.

It was him! In a battle, he killed an angel god...

It was also that battle that made many other races fearful, and gave the human race a chance to catch its breath for 4,000 years...!

The writer king looked at his life, and a hint of bitterness appeared in his old eyes.

He knew that it would still be difficult for him to kill a four-winged angel.

With the injuries in his body now, even if Jia Lan only had one breath left, he could kill him easily.

He was not good at escaping, and facing a four-winged angel, in his current state...

"Maybe, this time, I will really die here!"

In fact, the current situation was anticipated from the very beginning.

This was also the reason why he could calmly sacrifice his most precious thing...

He is not afraid of death, but if he dies, the human race will lose a king.

How long can the Ninth Battlefield survive without him?

When will we follow in the footsteps of the Eighth Battlefield?

"The Lord of Heaven is powerful, but often acts recklessly. She never cares about the survival of the human race."

"Although the remaining three kings of Black Armor have their own strengths, they are all impatient and too aggressive to handle the great task!"

The book is written by the king, with a sigh.

Only he himself understood that for four thousand years, although he was old and weak, he had been shouldering the heavy responsibility of the overall situation.

Even if there was no battle today, he would not live for too long and would return to nothingness sooner or later.

Although Zhao Yin gave him ginkgo wine as a gift, he had made too many sacrifices for the boundary map over the years.

Even the world map itself didn't know that it was absorbing the energy and life span of the Book King every moment and every second...

The dormant world map is like a bottomless pit.

Books are kings, but they cannot be abandoned.

At this moment, among the four shadows, the young writer has disappeared.

When he was young, he had just entered the king-level life, and was also far behind the four-winged angel.

Failed to cause any injuries to Jia Lan.

The middle-aged calligrapher king also took action, and he was stronger than the young calligrapher.

The writing produced a sword, which struck Jia Lan back a hundred miles with one blow.

As the figure of his prime disappeared, the middle-aged writer-king also walked out of time.

His aura has surpassed that of an ordinary demigod.

Already very close to the four-winged angel Galan.

The figure of the middle-aged book king had a calm face and seemed more stable than the previous two figures.

He picked up the pen and wrote quickly, writing the word "heavy" in the air!

As the word "heavy" dissipated.

Throughout the world, endless earth rules were rolling madly, rushing towards the land of Zhongzhou.

When it condensed, it did not form any combat form, but turned into... a gravity cage.

The orange-yellow cage is visibly thick.

At this moment, Jia Lan seemed to suddenly understand something and started cursing.

"Book Writer, you are unworthy of being a king of the human race. Why are you playing dirty tricks on me?"

He flapped his wings hard, and the dazzling light rules illuminated the area of ​​thousands of miles, turning it into daytime.

But under the terrifying gravity, the figure of the four-winged angel still slowly fell to the ground below.

Jia Lan couldn't help but curse.

"Old man, if you don't die today, I will definitely destroy your Ninth Battlefield Black Armor!"

The next moment, before the gravity field dissipated, the black-haired old scholar also walked out of time.

In his hand, he held a bone pen.

He was completely different from the previous four figures, and there was a sense of vicissitudes on his body.

The pen in his hand was made from the spine of a god, and the lint was just ordinary human hair...

The old black-haired king is also writing furiously!

The word "fire"... condensed in the air!

In an instant, the endless fire elements that had dispersed from the giant mountain of fire quickly gathered together.

In the sky, there were endless fire rules again, madly converging towards Zhongzhou.

In the blink of an eye, a huge hand, made entirely of pitch-black flames, appeared, with a powerful aura that was even twice as powerful as the previous volcano!

The next moment, the shadow of the old man's scribe also disappeared, and the huge flaming hand roared and slapped downwards.

The flames suddenly burned up all the air within a radius of a hundred miles. The wet earth instantly evaporated and cracked. Countless stone houses in Guangzhou City began to melt...

At this moment, Jia Lan was desperately resisting the gravity rules condensed by the middle-aged scholar.

It’s like facing middle age and old age, two book kings at the same time!

Under the terrifying gravity, he had no chance of escaping.

Looking at the huge hand of pitch-black fire rapidly falling from the sky, a hint of fear flashed in Jia Lan's eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood that if it were during the heyday of the Book King.

Maybe I can't withstand a few attacks from the opponent!

The seemingly weak and decayed old man had once been extremely brilliant and glorious.

Jia Lan is now seriously injured. If he does nothing...

When the giant flaming palm slapped down, the body of the four-winged angel was immediately burned to ashes!

At this moment, a look of determination flashed across Jia Lan's eyes.

He was in the midst of gravity and turned around with all his strength, facing the sky with his back.

At the same time, his glittering demigod-level armor seemed to have turned into liquid.

It flowed rapidly towards one of the wings behind it.

That wing was originally integrated with Jia Lan's most powerful treasure...

A quasi-god, fusion-type exclusive equipment!

After merging with the demigod-level armor, his aura instantly surged.

At the same time, light rules also emerged behind Jia Lan, forming a light cross sword...

puff!

He directly chopped off the wings that were a fusion of two pieces of equipment.

As the golden blood surged, Jia Lan's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his sacred aura weakened a little.

The next moment, Jia Lan raised his hand and threw it.

With the help of the huge power in his hands, he forced the broken wings out of the gravity field.

Heading towards the giant flaming palm in the sky.