Tribute to the Demon King

Originally, she rushed in with the mentality of wanting to help Zhou Yi and solve his problems... But now she has undoubtedly failed.

At least, it is impossible to use Spirit Vision directly...

Alice looked at the two suns of different colors that were still intertwined not far away, and silently made up her mind.

Anyway, whatever the excuse... Plutarch's House will have to go again.If there are no more clues to the King of the End, I'm afraid there will be only the last breakthrough point left.

——Godfather Guinevere.

Author's message:

Wow, my scalp is numb when I get stuck in the background... I thought someone had unplugged the network cable of the Shuke server (covering my face)

Go to bed, go to sleep... and wake up to a new month!Soon we will be able to see the long-lost Mr. Quanqin again!

Resurrect, my warrior! (ecstatic dance)

Chapter 68 Wait and Hope

The power of this sword actually split the ground behind Zhou Yi into a huge chasm hundreds of miles long and tens of meters wide.

On the blood-red sky behind Zhou Yi, a deep crack like the universe and the starry sky was also carved by the magic knife of the King of the End.The starting point of that rift is the magic knife in the hands of the King of the End, and the end spreads to the end of the sky.

Although the breath of the Faceless Sphinx summoned by Zhou Yi before had a similar color, the two are actually not the same thing.

That is not the magic power of the color of the starry sky that was released, but the sky that was cut by the blade of the sword——

Cleave the sky soaked in the king's blood, and see a ray of truth from the sealed barrier.That is the majesty of the Divine Sword of Salvation in the hands of the King of the End.

"What a nice weapon."

Zhou Yi opened his mouth, revealing his sharp canine teeth.

His pupils also turned a chilling dark red.At first glance, it looks like traces of dry blood remaining in the empty eye sockets.

The magic gun held in his right hand had long since lost its initial appearance.

The dark red crystal thorns rolled up layer by layer and overlapped each other spread out centered on the magic gun in Zhou Yi's hand.As if the waves that had just risen were frozen in the air, the translucent red crystal thorns formed a twisted canopy, spreading toward the sky and in all directions like a tree canopy.

The translucent crystal red wall cover is reflected by the white-gold light.

Emitting a platinum-gold light reminiscent of a star is the most beautiful blade held in the hand of the King of the End.

Rather than saying that it is a murder weapon that takes people's lives, it is better to say that it is a sacred weapon in a ceremony, or simply a sword-shaped statue that is worshiped by people.

The same is true.

That white-gold sword is the strongest steel in this world that can cut apart planets.

This magic knife and the king of the end are actually two sides of the same body.In the place where the last king sleeps, there must be the inheritance of the sword and the warrior.The rusted magic knife is part of the body of the King of the End, just like the keel and the skeleton of an angel, it is actually a thing.

Zhou Yi's body is not huge, but it is like an immortal thing from ancient times.

In stark contrast to the crumbling sky and earth behind him, Zhou Yi's body did not collapse in the slightest when he faced this brilliant burning platinum star and held on to the scorching light ball dozens of times larger than himself for a long time. Bad, on the contrary, the brilliance of the King of the End has dimmed a lot.

--blocked.

Even though the sky was shattered and the ground was cut into huge gullies, Zhou Yi's clothes were not even shattered until the power of the King of the End's attack completely faded.Although the crystal red canopy he erected was densely covered with cracks, it didn't crumble because of it.

Zhou Yi smacked his lips, and let go of the crimson magic gun that was held high in his hand.

When his power gathered, the blood-red crystal clusters catalyzed by the remaining power and swelled like a tree crown also disintegrated in large swaths instantly, breaking into dark red particles like clouds and mist, floating in the air.

"Looks like I lost this time."

The white-haired boy held a magic knife and looked down at Zhou Yi with a condescending smile.

Although he lost, he didn't feel sad about it at all.

The platinum brilliant sword in Li's hand was gradually covered with a layer of rust.And the white-haired boy himself gradually lost his color.

Originally, the feeling of the boy can be said to be "platinum gold".That beautiful face was tinged with the fierceness of the bloody battle, which neutralized the sweetness of the handsome man.In addition to the beauty, it is filled with the breath of iron and blood, and there is still a majesty that cannot be ignored in the natural noble appearance.

But now, the neutral beauty and the majesty of the superior are covered by a layer of gray like a shell.The hair, face, and clothes on his body were all covered with a thin layer of gray, like a stone statue, unable to move.The magic knife in his hand also corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"...you don't look right."

Zhou Yi's scarlet pupils darkened slightly, muttering and slowly retracting the strong killing intent on his body, he didn't strike back at the white-haired boy.

He taunted me in a low voice with a little anxiety: "If you know that you won't fight, you might come to provoke me. If you get angry and then let it go... It turns out that our brave man who saves the world has this kind of work attitude."

"...You godslayers are always like this. No matter when you are forced into a disadvantage, when you reach the peak of victory, when you talk, when you speak the language of love, you will never let go of me—no, yes Enemies are ready to bite each other's throats. That's what you are."

Hearing this, the white-haired boy couldn't help showing a wry smile.

I didn't call you either.Obviously you came to interrupt our battle...

But he was good-tempered and didn't point out this point, but just stared at Zhou Yi again with some nostalgia.

"Even if I can fight again, it's not the perfect me."

Then, the young man smiled and whispered in a soft voice: "Now I am only fighting with this knife. Now I have not reached the level where I can use other weapons freely... not only the spirit of the earth Qi is far from enough, just what makes me the supreme blade as a sword god, I still lack it now."

"Ah... You mean, the next time we meet, we're going to get real."

There was light in Zhou Yi's eyes, and he sneered in a low voice: "Okay, then I'll wait. I sincerely hope...you'd better not make me wait too long."

"Wait and hope."