"It's been too long, I can't help but make love with my little cousin right away......" Zhao Yukong stepped forward quickly in laughter, the pace seemed ordinary, but its details and movements will always deviate from the judgment of the eyewitness subtle and impossible to ignore, and the slightest mistake is thousands of miles, making people feel uncomfortable in a trance for no reason. As for the daggers around him, although they seem to have only a few handles, the speed of movement is not fast, and the trajectory is not very strange, but people still can't figure out how many daggers and models there are.

"Really, cousin, no matter how serious you are, people will ignore you......" Zhao Yingkong retreated like a shy girl who avoided the embrace of her enthusiastic brother, and her figure disappeared between the heavy ups and downs and shadows, as if she could blend into the shadows at any time and disappear completely.

The world is full of fluids and shadows, but if you look closely, you will find that they are not as simple as light in the ordinary sense of the word. On closer inspection, it is more like a weakening of the sense of existence. Whether it is light, sound waves, heat, or concrete matter, the sense of presence is rapidly reduced in the fluctuations of shadows, and it is almost invisible, but when the shadows are gone, everything will be as usual. However, there are also a few parts of energy and matter that are gone. It seems that ordinary material energy is temporarily transformed into dark matter and dark energy, but this "darkness" does not mean that it does not exist, but that you cannot perceive it and it is difficult to interact with it.

"Little cousin is really ...... It's getting worse and worse!" Zhao Fukong walked forward casually, and suddenly paused, holding a strangely shaped knife with a strange shape between his fingertips, with a group of staggered grooves and protrusions on the blade body, and a dagger shaped like an enlarged key, suddenly came from a series of incomparably fine and crisp cracking sounds in the seemingly empty air in front of him, and he could vaguely see the traces of countless thin lines that were as translucent as crystals had radiated from there in all directions. In this obscure environment, they could hardly distinguish the outline, and only cast a looming shadow on the ground.

Obviously, this is a trap constructed by countless invisible fine threads, which Zhao Yingkong quietly laid down in some way, but was easily cracked by Zhao Yingkong.

"I remember cousin, although you like to use daggers, you don't like to collect fancy handicrafts, why have you changed your temperament now?" Zhao Yingkong asked curiously when he saw this, and continued to float away.

"Oh, you say they...... In fact, they are the incarnations of several gods that I have killed, and they are made from the essence of divinity in their bodies, so they will naturally materialize into forms that match the divinity. For example, the one I have in my hand comes from a god of decryption and prophecy, so its main function is to predict and solve traps. When he said this, the key-shaped dagger in Zhao Wei's empty hand suddenly fell to the ground, and then a series of strings burst in the shadows - it turned out that in addition to the traps on the surface, the shadows cast by these translucent silk threads were also traps.

"It's strange, cousin, how did you embark on the road of seizing divinity, are you ready to become a god?" Zhao Yingkong's body movement has begun to become flickering and ever-changing, as Zhao Yingkong's steps are pressing, her retreat seems to be getting more and more difficult, but even so, she is still full of curiosity and asks like a baby: "The path of sealing the gods, is it really suitable for us to open the genetic lock?"

"Little cousin, you are still very superficial in your understanding of divinity...... In fact, divinity can be pinned on bloodlines and genes, and to some extent it is similar to the light of our hearts!" Zhao Weikong replied as he walked forward leisurely, dismantling one murderous trap after another.

"For example, in a certain world I once visited, there was an evil god who divided his divinity into countless parts before his fall, and deposited it in the form of blood inheritance in his thousands of descendants, and these gods were led by divinity to kill each other when they became adults, and the victor plundered the divinity of the slain, becoming more and more powerful......"

Before Zhao Yukong's words fell, he suddenly reached out and grabbed another short blade that was only an inch, and stabbed forward, when it should have been far out of reach, this short blade directly ignored the spatial distance, penetrated Zhao Yingkong's petite body, and twisted violently.

However, under this blow, there was no flesh and blood flying, and what exploded was still countless tiny silk threads. This Zhao Yingkong turned out to be forged by silk thread weaving!

Although the artifact of silk thread weaving collapsed, Zhao Yingkong's voice still came through the vibration of the silk thread: "This sounds cruel, so no one among these gods can escape this unfortunate fate?"

"No, first of all, divinity naturally attracts each other, and it has become their instinct to reunite divinity in a cannibalistic way, and they are born for it, and it is difficult to fight against this instinct. In addition, the vast majority of them are convinced that the eventual victor will be crowned a god, so they have enough ambition to support them in doing so. All that awaits them is to either kill or be killed until the final winner is decided, although in fact, the fate of the ultimate victor is also tragic......"

"What kind of tragic method?" In the case of Zhao Yukong's empty hand accidentally hitting the passenger car, Zhao Yingkong has completely melted into the omnipresent shadow, and there is no trace, but her voice still comes from nowhere.

"When the final victor is born and all divinities are reunited, what awaits the victor is not the dream of ascending to the throne of God, but the resurrection of the evil god in his place and the resurrection of the throne!

Zhao Yukong suddenly laughed, and flicked the dagger in his hand with his fingers.

With a flick, the short dagger disappeared instantly, but it reappeared in his palm among the electric sparks, but the short dagger that reappeared was already stained with bright blood. At the same time, Zhao Yingkong stumbled out of a shadowy corner, and her left leg had been cut off at the knee!

"Although your disguise is very interesting, little cousin, since the moment you appeared, my cousin has always known where you are!" Zhao Yukong laughed proudly, while sticking out his tongue and licking the blood-stained dagger evilly, "This dagger is smeared with poison, and you can see blood to seal your throat!"

The voice fell, and I saw that the blood on the dagger pulled out countless fine blood threads, pulling continuously, lingering, falling in wisps, carefully and lingeringly penetrating into the depths of Zhao Shukong's flesh and bones, and in a blink of an eye, most of Zhao Shukong's face was wrapped.

As if pulling a hair and moving the whole body, at the same moment when Zhao Yukong screamed, countless overlapping infinite silk threads exploded from the surface of Zhao Yingkong's body, and together with her calf that had just been cut off, they also disintegrated and turned into rolling silk threads. Every thread is splitting and stretching all the time, and in the blink of an eye, it has turned into a huge net that covers the sky, completely covering Zhao Yingkong, and at the same time, it also envelops Zhao Yingkong with an unforgettable infinite killing machine!

"At the moment of being stabbed by me, part of the body escaped into another dimension, and then replaced it with a body forged by strings, and even flesh and blood can be faked vividly, not bad...... The apples that were originally green are finally fully ripe!"

Zhao Weikong was covered by silk threads, and now his entire head was cut by countless silk threads, and his whole face looked as terrifying as blood tofu divided into countless small pieces, but he still didn't care about laughing wildly, while reaching out to hold a particularly slender dagger, and waving it in an indistinguishable and whimsical way, meeting the countless strings that fell from the sky.

Each string in front of him was slender to the point of approaching a single molecule, and there were ridge-like fine crystals all over the place, shimmering with a penetrating cold light like diamonds, and they were intertwined with each other at a speed far beyond the speed of sound, cutting and strangling back and forth. Even a mountain cast of steel can be completely crushed into iron sand in an instant, and the strength of the attack can be seen. However, Zhao Weikong was like entering a no-man's land under the infinite extinction net that washed and pressed like a mountain and a sea, and the outline of the slender blade in his hand completely turned into a blur, like a needle and a thread, shuttling rapidly between the tiny gaps of countless vertical and horizontal strings, trembling and piercing tens of millions of times in every instant. As the blade body refers to, all the strings are torn and shattered, and this high-frequency oscillation, which surpasses all the material that can bear, is also transmitted along the line, spreading the chain destruction wantonly.

Zhao Yingkong also seemed to know very well that the physical kill-based entity string alone was not enough to threaten Zhao Yingkong. At the same time, another kind of fading physical strings seemed to be floating in the moonlight, spreading quietly and silently on Zhao Fukong's body and side, without killing intent, without texture, wanting to save the invisible, wanting to distinguish without a trace. And between the swaying and changing of light and shadow, there are staggered and shaking, sometimes clear and hazy, and the hidden heavy shadow lines of murder.

Zhao Fukong has not only turned the stabbing blade in his hand into a blur, but even the whole person has also turned into a blur, his body is in a trance, in and out of the seamless, although the lines of light and shadow compete to intersect and add to the body, there is no hindrance. This state only lasted for a short period of two or three seconds, and then I saw that wherever Zhao Fukong went, all kinds of strings disappeared out of thin air at an increasing speed.

But I don't know when, Zhao Yukong held a dagger with a coiled blade in his other hand, one of the two snakes was cold, the other was crazy, and when he swayed, the mouth of the crazy snake was wide open, and the snake letter sizzled and vomited, and the strings that came into contact with it were swallowed wildly, both physically and virtually. At first, it only devoured the dotted lines of light and shadow and some of the solid string powder shattered by the thin blades, but as the more it swallowed, its devouring power increased endlessly, and gradually as long as it got a little closer, all the strings would be swallowed by it like a hungry ghost swallowing noodles. The silk thread that originally pasted Zhao Fukong's face was completely devoured by the snake blade at this time!

"It's a bad habit to squander your energy in battle...... Unfortunately for my 'Devouring Dagger', the more energy is swallowed, the more the devouring efficiency against that energy increases...... If you continue to maintain this tactic and can't find any flaws in me, you're running out of time......"

Suddenly, Zhao Yukong's unpredictable figure suddenly shook and shook, as if he was drunk and suffering from elderly Parkinson's inexplicably, and after a closer look, his movements and even his limbs had become seriously distorted and out of balance, and even his facial expression was extremely deformed and distorted, but on his body, there was indeed no entity and light and shadow threads.

"There are even more hidden strings that are difficult to prevent...... This feeling is ...... Gravitational?"

The so-called gravitational force is essentially a distorted fold of space, which can cross distant time and space, and cannot be shielded and isolated by any physical means. Zhao Yingkong is directly acting on the space with the chanting strings, creating space folds to act on Zhao Fukong's body, the deeper the space folds, the greater the gravitational pull caused to Zhao Fukong, and this kind of pull from all directions, far more huge than the five horse corpses, can also ignore the material barrier and directly act on his body.

At the moment when Zhao Yukong's body was unbalanced, a line of fierce light with no width at all suddenly appeared on his side, like a fierce lightning through the sky, like a flying swallow sweeping the water, obviously just a slash, but a hundred turns, poignant and light, all the unity and between that line. Where the scorching light extends, the scenery on both sides of the line is deflected and staggered, like a picture scroll that has been folded along the line.

Zhao Fukong's body was unbalanced, but he still blocked with a twisted posture, just right, a thin blade that seemed to be slow and fast, a blurry thin blade, and in an instant, tens of millions of slashes were superimposed, just like this.

With a scream so sharp that it seemed to pierce the void, the thin blade in Zhao Fu's empty hand suddenly collapsed. At the same time, this fierce light flipped out of Zhao Yingkong's figure out of thin air like flipping a playing card. Due to the clever use of space folding, coupled with certain skills and abilities, she has unbelievably hidden herself behind this line. I saw that the girl's eyes were soaked with cold murderous intent, and the ten fingers of both hands were like turning flower ropes to weave a multi-triangle pattern, and then it fell towards Zhao Weikong as a hood!

It was not a simple cutting or light and shadow strings, in fact, the space on both sides of each string appeared to be deflected and staggered at an acute angle, and the strings were intertwined, showing a strange space between Zhao Yingkong's pair of slender hands that seemed to be a kaleidoscope and folded back and forth, and constantly shrinking inward. Any existence that falls into it will be like a painting being heavily folded and compressed into Zhao Yingkong's palms, as for whether the space can still sound the same as before after the space is reexpanded, it probably depends on Zhao Yingkong's mood.

In fact, this is also the triangular space folding and cutting ability of Shangjo Yanwu, Zhao Yingkong at this time with the simulation of the thought line acting on the space, although it is only limited to a narrow range, but if it is a head-on move, it will undoubtedly be more deadly!

Suddenly, Zhao Yingkong paused at the other party's hand, just because at that moment, Zhao Yukong had disappeared inexplicably, replaced by an immature and delicate little girl, her appearance was vaguely similar to Zhao Shukong, and there was a bright and innocent smile on her face. And I don't know when, with this little girl as the center, the surrounding environment has quietly turned into a jungle under the moonlight!

"Ruikong?"

Obviously, she knew with her knees that it was fake, and Zhao Yingkong didn't stop the killer at all because of this, but this strong sense of reality still made her hands tremble slightly. Immediately afterwards, I saw a dagger with a blade as clear as a crystal mirror, and the blade was cold at some point, and the little girl, the moonlight, and all the heart-wrenching scenes of the jungle turned out to be reflected on the surface of the dagger. Although it has not yet made physical contact, this dagger has already cruelly cut into the cracks of his own heart, dissecting and revealing his weakest heart, drawing blood and smearing it with deadly poison!

Just when the two flying soldiers are close to each other, each has a killer, and life and death are only on the front line. Suddenly, an unprecedented dark tide spread, and everywhere it swept, everything fell silent!

Coincidentally, while sacrificing their lives, the two of them adjusted their positions to strive to escape into the dark tide faster than each other. Even if it's just a moment of being clear and dark, it can become a major key to life and death!

The next moment, the dark tide drowned everything, and the murderous and ferocious killing arena that had just been murderous was completely quiet, and the victory or defeat of life and death was unknown for a while.

"Hehehe...... It seems that in this duel, the final winner is still me......" After the black tide receded, the first thing to show was Zhao Weikong, who covered his face and laughed wildly, only to see that his left arm, left arm and small half of his left chest had disappeared, and the side showed a beating heart and blood-colored muscles that were rapidly reborn, and above his head, a translucent hourglass was suspended, and the two chambers above and below the hourglass each had a certain amount of bright and transparent fine sand. While it may seem like there is almost as much sand in the upper and lower chambers, the ratio of the two is rapidly becoming unbalanced as the sand from above continues to leak downward.

Zhao Yingkong, who was confronting him, did not seem to be seriously injured, but he had a dagger on his shoulder that shook hands and was also an hourglass, but the fine sand in it was swimming upstream, flowing upward from the bottom.

"What is this?" Zhao Yingkong frowned and tried to remove the dagger from his body, but his hand couldn't touch the dagger at all, and he couldn't even feel the presence of the dagger in the shoulder that should have been injured, as if it was just a phantom.

"This dagger, in fact, has no direct killing effect, its real function is...... If you guess correctly, you'll get a prize!"

In the midst of laughter, Zhao Yukong suddenly stretched out his hand and shook it, as if he was holding another dagger, but in fact, he couldn't see anything in his hand at all, and then the person had turned into countless afterimages and killed Zhao Yingkong.

When the figures separated again, Zhao Yingkong was already covered in bruises, as miserable as a rag doll, if it weren't for the many silk threads connecting the various parts of her body, she would have been split on the spot.

"I see, the hourglass represents ...... Is the time fast for you and me?" Zhao Yingkong coughed lightly, choked out a mouthful of blood, and stared at the other party's seemingly empty hand: "That invisible dagger of yours is also the key to your ability to escape into the shadows one step faster than me before?"

"Ding Dong, that's right! This is the 'Dagger of Imitation', after all, I came into contact with the Xuan Ming Banner one step ahead of you, but it's not without gain!" Zhao Fukong, who had just gained the upper hand in the fierce fight, applauded with his newly grown, but obviously much more slender left hand and right hand, "Then as a reward, I can answer you a question for free, promise not to lie!"

"Cousin, why did you choose such a power system?" Zhao Yingkong was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Let forcibly let the divinity of different sources pollute your own spiritual light, but it is not to deeply explore your spiritual light development ability. Don't tell me you don't know the downsides of doing this!"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to really have a problem?" Zhao Yukong was quite surprised, after all, in the current situation, she would be faster and faster, and Zhao Yingkong would be slower and slower, so it stands to reason that she can't afford to spend time asking any questions.

"Speaking of choosing this system, it has something to do with the last time we met, I was hit by your teammates with some kind of primary divine impact. Do you remember the story I just told about the killing of the Divine Son, so as the Killing Divine Son, how can you get rid of the tragic fate?" When he said this, Zhao Fukong smiled and changed into a rare solemn tone, "The Killing Divine Son cannot prevent the final reunion of the Divine Nature, and within the Killing God System, no one can fight against the will of that Divine Lord. Therefore, the only way to survive as a killer of the Son of God is to ensure that he becomes the ultimate victor at the same time, but also to seize another godhead or take into account another path of godhood, and use another divinity to impact the will of the evil god who is trying to recover!"

"I understand, no wonder you, cousin, are so weak......" Zhao Yingkong slowly lowered his head and buried his face in the shadows.

"Is it weak?...... It's a pity that now it seems that you are already so slow, even your originally slightly immature and melodious voice is so slow and low that it is disgusting!" After a sentence, Zhao Fukong's eyes were instantly bloodshot, his handsome face suddenly became distorted and hideous, and his body swooped forward!

At this time, the passage of time in Zhao Yingkong had been greatly delayed to less than one-third of his, and it seemed that all the movements of the girl and even the strings around her were hopelessly slow, to the point of slaughter. But at this moment, a turbulent undercurrent suddenly spread, drowning the girl before him.

"Why did such an undercurrent suddenly come in, this is not in line with the law I observed...... No, it's ...... In such a short period of time, she was able to simulate the unique dark tide that the Xuan Ying Banner was stirring?" With a brief moment of astonishment, Zhao Xuankong realized that this dark tide was actually woven from countless silk threads that were so subtle that they were almost imperceptible.

The next moment, as the dark tide fades, it is like changing the stage when the curtain is closed, and the scene in front of you changes dramatically, transforming into a beach and jungle under the moon. Between the quiet jungle and the tidal waves crashing on the beach, a group of half-grown children, about ten years old and no more than sixteen, are building wildfires and roasting game they have just hunted.

Looking around at the peaceful and peaceful midsummer scenery under the moon, especially the group of cheerful children in front of him, Zhao Fukong's hideous face slowly became calm and turned into a terrifying calm.

He knew very well that whether it was the moonlight, the tide, the jungle, the flames, or the children, they were all woven and hooked by very fine strings. Moreover, all the scenes and even the characters in front of me are not realistic enough, but there is an abstraction that is close to the silhouette of a moving movement, as if there is another world with a very different painting style. This is not necessarily that the other party cannot make it more realistic, but it is enough. The other party has vividly expressed everything he wants to express, and has shrouded him in a self-enclosed world that is small and shabby, but has all the basic elements and unified rules.

It's worth mentioning that everything in this world is as slow as a slow-motion movie, and it's getting slower and slower. It seems that the hourglass on Zhao Yingkong's body can not only affect her, but also affect all the abilities she exerts.

I see, no wonder you're not afraid to procrastinate. It seems that he wants to fight me in melee combat to decide the winner, but in essence, it is to disguise that he is constructing a trap that is big enough to envelop me in it......" Zhao Fukong sighed, "This is not something that 'one person' can do, is this your other personality?"

"You lost, cousin......" Zhao Yingkong's voice came, although the voice was the same, but compared to the coldness in her bones before, her voice at this time was more heartfelt tenderness, "But I still want you to take a look, look at our past, and think about whether we have another choice?"

"Another option? they are all dead, and you and I are destined to live only one in the end!" Zhao Yukong indifferently swept over the group of children who were singing and laughing, and coldly held the double snake dagger again, "And do you really think that you will win?"

I saw that above the daggers of the two snakes, the cold snake head suddenly opened wide, dripping venom from the fangs, falling into the putrid soil, and sneering. The earth was instantly eroded into a deep depression and rapidly expanding to the surrounding humus, and wisps of miserable green rancid miasma spread out, like countless living snakes scurrying in all directions, frantically devouring and eroding everything they could touch.

"The 'Devouring Dagger', also known as the 'Rotting Dagger', is able to consume your energy and convert it into venom, the more you devour it, the longer it scubates, and the more lethal and targeted the transformed venom is. ”

Zhao Weikong indifferently looked at the figures of the children who were devoured by the rotten poison, looked at the moonlight midsummer night's dream that had been corroded beyond recognition, and suddenly raised a thin blade dagger in his hand, and the terrifying blade pierced through the sky, tearing the clouds and the moon, and slashing downward. "Now, together with this innocent and naïve scene, let's destroy it together!"

"Alas, brother...... Zhao Yingkong's sigh faintly came from the sea breeze soaked in rotten poison, "The real horror of the dream I have woven is the moment it is destroyed!"

Collapse, collapse, collapse......

Accompanied by the sound of many dense "strings" breaking, thin rays flashed in the air, on the ground, and in every corner of the world, countless pulling, twisting, and stitching the void, constructing a closed field of heaven and earth The net collapsed in one fell swoop, and each string released all the accumulated elastic power, and finally at the same time that the whole world completely collapsed, it converged into a straight line that rolled everything into a straight line, and swept through.

It seems that there is no straight line that tears the void, but what is hidden in it is the last stress tide of the collapse of the whole world, and it is a multi-fold space that overlaps and folds tens of millions of times.

As the small world of strings collapses, the brother and sister reappear face to face in the dark world. This time, there was no more hideousness and cruelty on Zhao Fukong's face, there was only a faint, relieved gentle smile. And Zhao Yingkong, who was opposite him, was already in tears.

"You've grown to this extent, then I'm relieved......" Zhao Yukong smiled happily, stretched out his hand and tried to stroke his sister's hair, but the hand was transparent and faded the moment it touched Zhao Yingkong...... His body that was involved in the line of death has completely collapsed from the atomic level, and there is nothing left, and now he is only a phantom of the last obsession manifested.

"Why are you?...... Why does a man bear all the sins of killing his fellow soldiers, why does he give me hatred that I have to desperately get stronger, but I ...... Choose such a path?" Zhao Yingkong had tears in her eyes, and muttered a question as she walked towards her brother step by step.

"I just did what a brother does...... Don't overthink it. From now on, take my share and take Rui Kong...... And everyone, with your current friends, live well...... Now, there is only one final step left...... Don't lose......"

"Brother, you idiot, don't go......" Zhao Yingkong finally couldn't help crying, she tried to hug her brother and bury her face in his arms, but Zhao Yukong had irretrievably faded away with that smile, leaving only the twelve daggers that originally surrounded him.

With the eventual death of Zhao Yingkong, the twelve daggers gathered around Zhao Yingkong like the stars and the moon, which was the concretization of the twelve divine powers condensed through the template of the "Twelve Movements of Dusk". At the same time, the rotting poison that spread from her body and the strings, as well as the hourglass on her body, disappeared.

Zhao Yingkong's heart was empty, but the light of her soul rose rapidly with the injection of twelve divinities, as if the last piece of the puzzle had finally been completed, and the light of the soul began to tend to be impeccable and perfect, and the "wall of the heart" finally formed quickly in her.

But because of the completion of the last piece of the puzzle, the hidden content of the puzzle was finally revealed at this moment, an incomparably strange and seemingly existing in the depths of the subconscious, as if the will of the deep sea dragon was naturally generated, and quickly replaced Zhao Yingkong's personal consciousness with an irresistible momentum.

And at this moment, the twelve handles suddenly bloomed with a brilliant light like the scorching sun, and cracks appeared from above the surface, and then exploded.

The self-contained system originally based on the "Twelve Movements of Dusk" has now completely collapsed, and the twelve divine natures that originally coexisted in harmony poured out and stirred each other, bursting out with high heat and fierce light. The low and grandiose melody vaguely echoes in the light and heat, as if an elegy is played for the scene of the destruction of the Asgard Palace, the collapse of the divine seat, and the fall of the gods from the end of the sky.

This is the final song of the "Twilight Twelve Movements" - "Ragnarok"!

In the twilight elegy that heralds the fall of the gods, a scream of anger and unwillingness ensues, and then quickly falls silent.

As the last splendor of the twelve daggers exploded, only Zhao Yingkong, who was crying like a tearful person, was left in the same place, and she only muttered and repeated: "Brother, ......"

That short-lived consciousness, which was destroyed by the self-explosion of twelve daggers, and there were many residual memories, which made her understand all the causes and follow-ups at once.

It was an assassin who was also born in the Zhao family, and was later summoned into a certain main god space, and was successfully promoted to a fourth-order realm powerhouse in many missions, but was brutally defeated by a strong enemy in a team battle, and the light of the heart was also damaged by the impact, which was an injury that even the fourth-order could not bear. Although the Assassin abandoned the team fight and fled back to the main god space with the help of the props, he could no longer afford to pay the points for repairing himself. However, he was not willing to be restrained, so he struggled to return to the real world with a broken life, swallowed part of the divine crystallization of the source suicide god son hunted in the plot world, and fused the light of his broken soul with it. At the last moment, he showed his incomparable strength in front of the family, and finally blew himself up.

The high-ranking members of the family, who were seduced by his terrifying power, launched the "Sora" project, implanting his flesh and blood genes into the "Sora" family members, intending to cultivate the ultimate assassin with fourth-order combat power. And the light of the soul of this fourth-order assassin is also pinned on these unfortunate test subjects along with the killing divinity, and they continue to reunite and recover through their cannibalism.

Due to his crippled soul light, although these "empty" lifetime disciples opened the gene lock at an unprecedented speed, the possibility of losing control was also greatly increased, and it could be said that no one could pass the fourth-order initial heart demon period, no matter how strong their strength grew. Unless you kill everyone else and complete all the spiritual light, it is possible to enter the fourth order. And at that time, the will of the Fourth-Order Assassin hidden in the depths of the Psychic Light will respawn in the ultimate victor like the evil god, and replace him or her!

However, because he did this by combining the light of the heart with the killing divinity, there was actually a subtle difference and conflict between the two, so his flaw also lay in the Shinto side. Back then, after Zhao Weikong received a blow from Wang Zongchao's "high-grade please god", he finally realized the key clearly. Therefore, he used all kinds of means to gather twelve conflicting divinities and implant them into his own spiritual light, and when the spiritual light was finally completed, these divinities would be martyred in a chain at one time, causing the strongest impact and rejection to the consciousness of the fourth-order assassin who also used the divine nature to revive, so that his resurrection plan would eventually fall short.

However, in order to do this, Zhao Weikong gave up the power to deeply develop his own spiritual light, and instead allowed the alien divinity to pollute his spiritual light, so although he seemed to have a variety of abilities, he was inevitably dwarfed by the fourth-order primordial powerhouse who truly followed his true self and deeply developed the potential of his spiritual light. And at the same time, he deliberately gave Zhao Yingkong the hatred that he had to desperately become stronger, after all, if Zhao Yingkong was not strong enough, it would be impossible for him to survive the final divine impact, even if it was not mainly aimed at her. Under the combination of the two parties, it means that he has given up on becoming the ultimate winner from the beginning, and has given up the hope of living to Zhao Yingkong without reservation.

Suddenly, the huge Xuanying Banner shook, and the dark tide of the whole world suddenly turned over like a river and a sea, deducing a silent surge!

"The Ancient Witch Relic is getting closer and closer to destruction...... Now is not the time to be sad......" Zhao Yingkong suddenly realized, wiped the tears on her face fiercely, and quickly rushed towards the Xuan Ming Banner, "I swear, I will definitely find a way to take my brother and Rui Kong...... Resurrect everyone!"

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"Very good, among all of them, you are the first to obtain the Dutian God Banner and return to the Witch Temple!" In the Witch Temple, Hong Jun, who was like a rotten wood, was still sitting motionless on the altar, facing Luo Yinglong, who had just walked in from outside the bronze ancient gate, and praised it indifferently.

At this time, Luo Yinglong was carrying a banner with a long banner on his shoulder, the face of the banner was the color of green and darkness, and there were countless whirlpool wind holes on the banner that seemed to involve everything he came into contact with, and countless bubble small worlds floating in the wind could be faintly seen in the flag, as if the heavens were heavy.

Luo Yinglong's face was not happy and carefree, and he just asked: "I have retrieved the Tianwu Banner as promised, so what should I do next?"

"The Little Flood Desolate Realm can't last long, you can get a banner is already a great opportunity, don't think about being greedy for more, now what you have to think about is how to jump out before the destruction of the Little Flood Desolate Realm. Hong Jun replied, "Now you present the Tianwu Banner, and I will show you a way to escape from the Banner!"

"This, the younger generation is not so anxious. Unexpectedly, when Luo Yinglong heard this, he didn't step forward, but moved back half a step vaguely, and said: "After all, there are a few friends who have not yet come, and the juniors don't want to leave them, I hope the high priest will allow me to go with them." ”

"I'll tell you to come over!" Hong Jun said in a tone that could not be disobeyed, as he didn't seem interested in patiently explaining before.

Luo Yinglong's face changed, and with Hong Jun's words, his feet immediately lost control, and he walked towards Hong Jun step by step.

"Are you Hong Jun?" At this moment, I saw a flash of black fire, and the demon Zheng Zha, who was holding a two-handed big sword, appeared at the door out of thin air, and raised his sword to point directly at the other party in an extremely arrogant attitude: "But someone told me that not only are you not Hong Jun, but you are also likely to be the mastermind behind the design of exterminating the entire ancient witch clan back then!"

"Oh, where did you hear this rumor?" asked Hong Jun quietly and angrily.

"Real gold is not afraid of fire!" With these words, the black fire burning on the demon Zheng Zhe's sword became more and more intense, the darker the front, the more brilliant the edges, "I think, I should fight with you, and I will know if you are true or false!"

"Arrogant...... Hong Jun said indifferently, "Although you have inherited half of the brand of the plate, you have reached the realm of Great Witches. But even the witch general holding the Heavenly God Banner in front of you may not be able to win!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Yinglong suddenly turned the Tianwu Banner in his hand and stopped in front of the demon Zheng Zha, but looking at his constipated expression, he knew that this move was not voluntary.