Full-level Celestial Master is forbidden to paddle [Unlimited]

A huge sword appeared above the sky, and the supreme coercion centered on the giant sword, fluctuating towards the surroundings.

The tip of the sword reaches the Golden Palace, and what lies beneath the Golden Palace is the gray flood that submerged the land and the survivors wandering in the flood.

In front of the Golden Palace, Sisyphus, who was pointed at by the tip of the sword, looked calm, as if he had expected everything that was happening now.And it is true.

The gap in the center of the door in front of him is slowly expanding, and the energy fluctuations on Sisyphus are also becoming more and more condensed.

But this is only on the surface. In fact, the loss of supporting a large-scale spiritual illusion is irreversible. Even if the energy supporting the spiritual illusion is withdrawn, the energy reserve in Sisyphus' body at this time is only level 6.

Back then, You Zhai's profession was a martial artist who specialized in combat, but even You Zhai, who had reached the eighth level of energy, still lost to Su Zhi.If Sisyphus in such a state confronts Suzhi, the ending will undoubtedly be defeated.

Because Su Zhi, who was trapped in self-imagining, has entered a state of madness without self-consciousness.Although she is still within the energy level of the eighth level, her actual strength is already infinitely close to the ninth level.

It can be said that unless the island master of the high-level universe comes to this world, no one can do nothing to get Suzhi.

Sisyphus naturally knew this, but now that he had a sword hanging over his head, there was no way out.

The gate of the Golden Palace was completely opened in front of his eyes, and Su Zhi, wearing a long black suit, walked out of it step by step.

"It's you?" Su Zhi didn't wear her gas mask, and she looked a little more haggard than usual with her blond hair loose.

"When your stupid accomplice died in my hands, didn't you still pretend to be good? Why, you finally couldn't help it?"

She stared at Sisyphus, her hoarse voice was neither happy nor sad, and her scarlet eyes still showed the usual indifference that regarded everything as an ant.

"You knew it from the beginning?"

Sisyphus immediately realized that Su Zhi was talking about You Zhai.Rao had already made all the preparations, and at this time his monkey face also had an uncontrollable look of surprise flashing across it.

He also considered the worst possibility of "Su Zhi saw through his false surrender", but after You Zhai's death, Su Zhi did not follow up, so he rejected this idea.

But Su Zhi's words at this time overturned his long-standing understanding of Su Zhi.He couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"I just think it's funny how you bow your knees and flatter an enemy who wants to get rid of him quickly." Su Zhi mocked.Different from the indifference in dealing with people in the past, Su Zhi's words are more emotional and sharp.

"Really." Sisyphus calmed down at this moment. He didn't express any opinion on this, but just asked, "Compared with this, I think that the matter of His Majesty seriously injuring His Majesty White may be more worthy of further investigation. ..."

Before Sisyphus could finish his sentence, a palm with fierce killing intent immediately merged into a knife shape, cutting towards his heart.

When Sisyphus mentioned the White King, Su Zhi's expression changed suddenly, the mask of indifference on her face instantly shattered, and anger turned from embarrassment to anger in her eyes.

Sisyphus immediately adopted the skills of the warlock, and retreated quickly under the wind, barely brushing Su Zhi's palm.

His expression was calm.Su Zhi's anger and the emotionally driven attack were all things he had expected.

He knew Su Zhi's strength, but also knew Su Zhi's biggest weakness.

That is, the white king in her imagination.

He lifted the spiritual illusion for the entire original sin Eden, but did not solve the spiritual illusion for Su Zhi.Because the spiritual illusion on Su Zhi was basically imposed by herself, that is to say, she was still immersed in her own imagination.

The imaginary is completely extended by Su Zhi himself, and it is naturally impossible for You Zhai to seriously injure this imaginary that only exists in Su Zhi's mind, so the one who seriously injures this imaginary will only be Su Zhi himself.

Although he didn't know the reason why Su Zhi went crazy because of this imaginary and seriously injured this imaginary with his own hands, it was enough to know the importance of the White King to Su Zhi.

"Criminal, do you want to die?" Su Zhi turned his head and looked at Sisyphus.In her blood-red pupils, it was already faintly visible that she had fallen into a crazy mental state.The voice that was naturally lazy because of its hoarseness was now full of awe.

The way out around the two of them was surrounded by vines all over the sky that broke through the ground.Sisyphus could clearly sense the stabbing killing intent.

In front of her, high-concentration energy fluctuations shrank and converged on Su Zhi's right hand, and the long black suit loosely draped over her shoulders also followed without wind, like a sword out of its sheath.

Sisyphus remains calm.In this extremely urgent moment, he only did one thing.

This matter was neither to increase the distance between him and Su Zhi, nor to launch a pre-emptive attack.

He stood on the spot, proudly lowered his chin, and straightened the top hat on his head.

That ridiculous top hat on his long-haired, savage, unfading monkey body.

Now that the strategy of false surrender has been seen through, there is no need for him to pretend anymore.

In front of the almost invincible strongest in this continent, Sisyphus's attitude was still the same as usual, revealing a tinge of arrogance.

There was a sneer on the corner of Su Zhi's mouth.When Sisyphus took his hand off the top hat, she had already completed the brewing of strength in this brief gap.

The black sleeves fluttering in the wind flashed in the air, Su Zhi's figure disappeared in place, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Sisyphus.Then, with five fingers together, they stabbed towards Sisyphus' chest.

She didn't activate any professional skills, she just attacked with the pure energy on her body.

This palm, Sisyphus was not spared.

A white and thin palm easily pierced Sisyphus' thin body covered by long hair.penetrated his chest.

Under the suppression of absolute power, Sisyphus, who had very little energy reserves in his body, had no power to resist at all.

"Gibberish people, hurry up and go to hell with your accomplices!"

Su Zhi pulled back his palm viciously, increased the strength of his hand, and held the beating heart in his chest.The sneer at the corner of her mouth became even worse when she heard the sound of thick flesh and blood squeezed by her ears.

Sisyphus felt the suffocating pain of his heart being clenched.He looked down and saw the bloody hole in his chest.

He suddenly giggled.The cloudy but bright eyes, as well as the long hair that kept twitching on both cheeks, showed his happiness.

He laughed happily.

Putting this smile on his beastly monkey face, it looked ferocious and sinister.It also made the top hat on his head more incompatible with his temperament.

But that's not what Sisyphus cares about anymore.

While smiling, he stretched out two monkey hands and grabbed the wrist extending from the bloody hole in his chest. Instead of pushing it away, he held it firmly.

"Isn't that true?"

Even though life was passing through the bloody hole in his chest like quicksand, Sisyphus's voice was still the same as before, with a sense of high-spirited frustration.

And the frustration in this voice, because what he said next was harsh, like the words of a dying buffoon:

"Dear Your Majesty, you are not a three-year-old child anymore, you should learn to recognize the facts. The fact is that you seriously injured His Majesty White. And Your Majesty White, with all due respect, I don't think she will forgive you."

Although Sisyphus used honorifics in his words, he grinned, and his tone couldn't help showing no respect, and gloating.

The sneer at the corner of Su Zhi's mouth stagnated slightly, her breathing gradually became heavy, and the killing intent on her body became more and more fierce.

"You want to provoke me into delaying time?"

Her scarlet eyes squinted lightly at the pair of monkey hands grasping her right wrist, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a cruel arc again.

When the two confronted each other, there was not much distance left between the giant sword that was falling towards Sisyphus and the top of their heads above the sky.

"Stupid." Su Zhi spit out two words one by one from his red lips.

"You want to hold me back, rely on this sword, and die with me and this judgment pointer?" Su Zhi watched Sisyphus's smile freeze, and continued with a blank expression, "Sacrifice yourself, save more people you It's really great, great."

"It's a pity that the group of people below are the ones who bear the original sin. Since they are guilty, living is already the greatest grace, and they still want to escape judgment?"

"And you... do you think that if you do this, you will become a hero? Wrong. Look at your beastly vulgarity, you will never be a hero like that ridiculous hat on your head .”

"You are just an ignorant and self-righteous buffoon."

When the words fell, Su Zhi directly applied force, crushing Sisyphus' heart, and then broke free from Sisyphus' weak hand because he was on the verge of death.

Su Zhi shook the blood on his right hand in disgust, turned around, and walked back in the direction of the Golden Palace.

But after a few steps, her footsteps stopped.

Because a pair of hands firmly grasped her right ankle.

"They...they are not guilty, you are the one who is guilty! It has always been you! You are the butcher!"

Sisyphus' weak but firm voice came from behind her.

The power of the eighth-level energy allowed Sisyphus to breathe his last breath even if his heart was shattered.

His small and cloudy eyes burst out with a faint fire that seemed to be burning with the soul.His top hat rolled to the ground, and he crawled in an ugly posture, crawling in the dirty dust, struggling to support his short body, exhausting all the strength in his body, as if he was holding the lifeblood, tightly Clinging to Suzhi's ankle.

The giant sword in the sky is still falling.

Su Zhi frowned and struggled to free his legs, but did not.She squinted her scarlet eyes, moved her left foot impatiently, nailed the heel of her boot firmly to the lingering hand behind her, and crushed it hard.

"Get lost." Su Zhi ordered with a cold expression.

Blood oozes from Sisyphus's long brown hair, staining the hair that was already dirty with the dust and mud on the ground, making it even dirtier.Sisyphus insisted on looking at the ankle of the foot in front of him, and held it firmly.Like, not feeling the slightest pain.

He is already at the junction of life and death, his breath is like a gossamer.The only remaining belief gripped his will, making his last breath held on the edge of the cliff of life, and he did not immediately fall into the sinking of death.

He knew that he had to keep Su Zhi! He had to die with Su Zhi and the distorted trial mechanism in the sky!

Only in this way, those innocent people, the stigmatized You Zhai will not die in vain.Only in this way, those remaining people can live well.

He is the last move, and the only use of his death is here.

He cannot fail.

He must not fail!

"Don't let go, okay." Su Zhi sneered suddenly, "I didn't intend to do this at first, but since you are so stubborn, let you witness it."

"Witness, these remaining criminals were killed by your own hands."

In the sky, a melody sounded without warning.For a moment, it seemed that everything in the world was playing at the same time, and a sense of mystery enveloped the entire sky.

"I forgot to tell you that besides being a painter, I also have another profession, and this profession is called a musician."

Su Zhi watched Sisyphus's small and cloudy eyes gradually stained with despair, and pursed his lips carelessly,

"Fine-tuning the rules of this world is not difficult for me. Now, the sword in the sky is no longer aimed at you alone, but everyone.

All of these people, of course, also include those sinners on the ground who are on your mind. "

No, you can't!

Sisyphus numbly clutched the ankle in front of him, under his small and cloudy eyes, the dusty brown fur was smudged with a hot dark color.

He didn't speak.He was speechless.The only thing he could do was to vent his powerless mourning in a silent way.

After so many years of planning, did it fail like this?

So many innocent people, so sacrificed in vain?

If he hadn't thought of this risky plan, if his useless body could last for a while, if he had been more cautious, would things have come to this point?

He was wrong.

He was wrong.

Sisyphus felt that the body suddenly became very heavy, and even the consciousness seemed to be twisted upside down and thrown to the ground, completely shattered.The fatigue of the old age all rushed up at once.

He knew that he was going to die.

But he is not reconciled!

The threat from the people has not been eliminated, and the punishment he has brought has not been eliminated, how can he be reconciled?

The lives sacrificed on this road weighed on him one by one, and each one weighed more than a thousand ounces.

How can he close his eyes?

Sisyphus watched the last life, floating away from the sieve-like remains like fluff.

He wanted to reach out to grab them, but found that he had lost the strength to grab them.

If it can be remedied, even if he is to go through fire and water, what is there to be afraid of?

But the greatest pain in the world is that the people are in great distress, and he is powerless.

There was nothing he could do!

Tears silently wet Sisyphus' eyes.He wants to hate himself who is incompetent and has brought disaster, but even emotional involvement has become a luxury for a dying person.

Maybe, as the Mad King said, he's just, a buffoon.

Obviously there is no heroic uprightness, just a body of guilt, just a villain who deceives the world and smears his friends, but he is not self-satisfied and longs for the glory of the past to reappear in front of his eyes.

After exhausting himself, what he finally became was a buffoon...

The black top hat lay quietly beside Sisyphus.And he, who lost his top hat, became a monkey who returned to savagery through and through.

Sisyphus maintained the prostrate posture, unwilling to lose his last breath.Until his death, he did not close those small, cloudy eyes.

The old man burst into tears, and died in peace.

Su Zhiru watched a monkey show, she sneered, easily tore away the pair of monkey hands on her right foot, kicked away the corpse blocking the way, turned and walked towards the magnificent Golden Palace.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Baima Feima