The edge of pure land

All burned.

This is the ultimate forbidden technique of Burning Sky Bones that even the original Vice-Pope Xia Wei could not master.

No one knows what the principle of this ability is, but what is displayed so far is the absolute destructive power. The black-haired girl only needs to raise her white and slender hand, and a tap of her fingers is enough to annihilate any form of matter in the world. , and silently.

It is not just the structure of matter that is destroyed.

Even the most basic units of matter have disappeared.

In the end it wasn't just about this hand.

Red blood vessels were spread all over Xia Zhu's delicate body, hidden under her fair skin. Her whole body was flowing with a color like molten gold, accompanied by the rolling dragon's roar, and she was full of majesty.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the faint firelight shines on the dark sky, and the clouds in the sky actually reflect the shadow of a giant dragon.

She was like a girl catching dragonflies in the countryside, but the aura in her movements was too cruel. After the undead souls were touched by her, they could no longer transform into corpses, but were easily crushed by her. In the end He didn't even dare to get close to her.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

There were faint ripples, and the roar of dragons rolled out.

The rich corpse aura was burned away in this way, leaving not a single bit behind.

Xia Zhu was strolling in the dissipated corpse aura, his aura becoming more and more violent.

The more she gained the upper hand, the stronger the cruelty in her eyes became.

If the immortal had not been blessed by the power of the gods, he would have turned into ashes a long time ago in the roar of the dragon. Although his life level is as high as the desolate god, he seems so insignificant at this moment.

The corpse energy he exhaled was annihilated into nothingness before it even touched the girl. An unprecedentedly powerful realm adhered to her body, making her look scornful.

The girl walking towards the Immortal gradually became blurry, switching back and forth between the young girl and the ferocious dragon like an out-of-frame image.

"Gong Yu, erase his consciousness and let you take over his body. I don't remember his name, but he is indeed a person who survived that era. I can give him a decent way to die. You know Yes, if I touch him, he will die in pain." Xia Zhu raised his head and looked up at the huge immortal, but he had a condescending look in his eyes.

It's like looking at a dying dog.

The huge immortal looked down at her, with an expression between crying and laughing on his withered face, and said hoarsely: "Replace me, my Lord. I am a dying person, because Only with your strength can we survive. We are tortured, we share the same pain, and we are all rejected by this world. Just like you said, one day the flowers of resentment will bloom all over the world. People will see corruption as beauty."

Endless nightmares were reflected in his eyes.

The man lying on the operating table stopped roaring and said softly: "Come on."

Gong Yu raised his hand and touched his rotting face, looked at the corpse spots on his body, and sighed: "Dr. Evans, I know you have been living with self-blame all these years, but the accident that year It's not your responsibility. Maybe it's fate that makes us like this. I hate the world, but I don't hate you. This time... I will end your pain."

The soft murmur is like a sad mourning poem.

Gong Yu leaned down and hugged him gently.

Evans closed his eyes in relief.

His features were highly decayed.

Completely turned into a rotting corpse.

The nightmare in the immortal's eyes disappeared.

Instead, there was Gong Yu's indifferent expression.

"Come on, let's have a showdown, Xia Zhu."

Gong Yu said with a smile: "Destroy the corrupt system of my god, severely damage my body, kill this desolate god, and then... completely go berserk and turn into a killing machine."

He paused and said, "Maybe I'll kill myself."

For a moment, the shriveled body of this immortal emitted smoke-like corpse gas. In an instant, as if the soul left the body, countless overlapping dead spirits were born again, and countless illusory arms were seen like seaweed. Waving gracefully, an Indian style was formed.

A weird Indian style.

There are inextricable connections between gods and gods.

Now it seems that the gods can even forcibly replace their evolved Aragami when necessary.

This also means that a life under the God sequence is not absolutely independent, but is completely controlled by the upper level, and may even become a puppet or tool at some moments.

After being invaded by the god's consciousness, this desolate god became even more powerful.

It is somewhat similar to the form of a god at the eighth level.

The Immortal was also completely transformed into a dead soul, with countless graceful dancing arms maintaining the weird seal. A pair of illusory eyes appeared in the darkness, dripping with blood.

An unprecedentedly powerful realm enveloped Xia Zhu.

"Using such a body to perform the third conceptual change, is it still too reluctant? Your true body is about the same, but this level is far behind." Xia Zhu's response was still cold and arrogant, and she walked through the billowing atmosphere. In the thick smoke, he gently raised his hand to explore the eyes in the void.

There was a click.

It was like crushing a glass bead.

The cracked eyes in the void were easily shattered by her.

Dark corpse liquid spread out from the broken pupils.

This corpse liquid did not directly touch her body.

Because at the moment of contact, the field covering her body had completely annihilated all the corpse liquid, leaving no trace behind.

Xia Zhu used his hand as a knife and slashed at the cracked eyes in the void. Thick corpse liquid burst out with each sharp slash, leaving shocking burn marks in the darkness.

She just moved forward step by step, clearly not fast but like a giant dragon charging forward wildly. The roar of the dragon in the wind almost turned the world upside down.

It was a god-like aura, a god-like indifference, and a god-like killing intent.

On the other hand, the immortal controlled by Gong Yu began to regress, and just kept creating those illusory eyes dripping with corpse liquid and blood to create obstacles for the opponent. In the process, he softly recited a lost poem: "You were placed in a cold alcove, and I let you return to the bright world. They didn't know that I would also rest there, and our dreams were connected. I let you lie in a sunny place, like my mother. Sweetly care for the sleeping baby. The earth becomes a soft cradle, rocking your painful baby. Then I scatter soil and rose petals, covering you lightly in the blue misty moonlight. Go, for no one will ever come to this tomb to fight for your body again!”

His voice was soft and melodious: "One day, this long-term depression becomes heavy, and that is when the soul will tell my body that it no longer wants to walk heavily on the rose-colored road, even though the people there are laughing... ...You will feel that someone is digging the grave, and another sleeping woman comes to your silent side. When people bury me, we can talk endlessly! Then you will know why you are sleeping in the prime of life. In the tomb. There is a star in the palace of Death. You will understand that it is observing us. Whoever betrays will be taken away by the star..."

Strange pupils rotate in the cracks in the void, like countless mental patients peering at you through the holes in the wall, their eyes crazy and evil.

"The day when the evil hands strangled you and the stars carried you out of the lily garden. When the evil hands unfortunately reached into the garden, your life was in the year of joy... I said to God, who was led into death, don't Who can lead away his lovely soul! God, let him escape from the evil hand, let him sleep in the long dream you gave to mankind! I cannot call him, nor can I walk with him! The boat will either let him return to my arms, or let him die in his prime. In the flower-like years, the boat will no longer move forward... Do I not know love, do I have no feelings? God will judge me. , your eyes are the clearest!”

Xia Zhu knows this poem.

Gabriela Mistral, "Death Sonnets" written in the early 20th century.

What Gong Yu wants to use is the third conceptual change of the Eye of Death.

It means funeral, a rule-based ability.

When ninety-nine funeral pupils stare at you at the same time, you will die directly.

It stands to reason.

But in fact, this is based on the enemy's life level.

A life like Xia Zhu needs the gaze of ninety-nine funeral pupils.

An ordinary person might have died after being stared at by a funeral pupil.

This is also the reason why Xia Zhu will smash those pupils, she cannot let this field form.

Even so, she found that her Jiejin Realm was already on the verge of collapse, and a revolving door appeared in the depths of her consciousness. Memories from the past to the present flashed back in her mind, as if she had had a bizarre dream, the dream was hazy and dark. , the world is spinning.

That's what death feels like.

This is where the Corruption of Death is most powerful.

Even with Jie Jin's ability, he couldn't annihilate this guy's influence.

"Unless you detonate your field."

Gong Yu smiled and said, "Let them be buried with me."

The Immortal dragged his huge upper body backwards, and strange pale pupils cracked in the darkness. The bloodshot pupils rotated wildly, dripping with corpse liquid.

Faced with this situation, Xia Zhu jumped up and shattered the eyes in the void with fierce kicks and knees. Her movements were not actually very skillful, but seemed a little jerky and stiff. It can be seen that she rarely fights in close combat.

But there are more and more split pupils in the void, as if they are endless.

As a last resort, Xia Zhu raised her eyes, her dark red vertical pupils flashing with golden light. The black and white revolver fell into the palm of her hand, and she pulled the trigger and fired.

She used divine magic to change the way Jiejin operates.

Not just around itself.

But it manifests itself in a liberating way.

Her soul blade was basically carved from the same mold as her grandfather's.

The names are Black Dragon and White Dragon.

This type of thermal weapon soul blade has a specially made magazine that can absorb elements in the natural weather to create energy bullets, similar to a converter.

The magazine rotates and bullets spurt out.

The sound of gunfire was like the roar of a dragon.

Along with the roar of the dragon, Xia Zhu's vertical pupils dilated with excitement, thick smoke rose from the magazine of the revolver as it rotated, and the hot bullets poured out like a frenzy, sweeping everything.

Corpse liquid splattered and eyes shattered.

The sound of the gunshot was like a dragon's roar, shattering countless split pupils.

Xia Zhu suddenly came in amid the exploding fireworks. His guns had become extremely hot. The muzzles of the guns were condensed with scorching energy, and they were about to spit out the dragon's breath.

"You lost."

Her voice was filled with madness and murderous intent.

The Immortal was pointed at by her with a gun, and his withered face squeezed out a sad smile, but the voice was still gentle: "Zhu, you are wrong. Do you remember what I told you many years ago? In fact, you are the same as the Second Ancestor. You are essentially cowardly people, you are afraid to make choices, you are afraid to make choices."

He paused, smiled and said: "But you always have to make choices."

After the voice fell, the Immortal's withered skin cracked, as if it was full of holes.

Ninety-nine pupils dripping with corpse fluid suddenly cracked.

There was a faint holy light in the depths of the pupils.

Seeing this scene, Xia Zhu's expression immersed in the joy of killing showed a crack.

So that's it, it seems that I still underestimated Gong Yu.

As the guardian of Omega, Gong Yu also transplanted the order factor. He also used divine magic to change the way the funeral was run, lighting up ninety-nine eyes at the same time at the cost of his life.

The omen of death came like a nightmare. Xia Zhu watched the cracked pupils on the shriveled skin of the immortal reflected her appearance. At this time, the only choice was to cut herself with a knife, and then detonate the field of ashes to kill the enemy in front of her.

There was no time to hesitate. She heard a baby-like cry in her ears.

At this time, footsteps sounded behind her.

The sudden footsteps were accompanied by faint thunder.

The thunder penetrated the baby's cry and arrived as expected.

The sound of thousands of birds singing resounded through the night.