"That's enough, no more need to put it in. ”

The dead clouds were gray, the color of drained life force, and there were two figures standing in the sky above the clouds, one of which was clearly wearing a set of robes.

Dirty, as if the garment had not been cleaned since it was formed, with the exploding head of the owner of the garment, as if a down-and-out beggar.

"My stupid apprentice, the feature film has just begun, are you sure you want to stop now?"

Smiling unscrupulously, the Lone Lantern Man held a fog in his hand, and the fog reflected a grid of images like a movie theater screen.

At this moment, the picture shows a chaotic city, and the black air that is approaching beyond the city and on the horizon.

This situation and this scene seem to be the end of the world.

"Stop, stop......"

Relying on his own telekinesis to stay levitated, this is not to pretend to be forced, but because the realm of heaven is already on the verge of shattering at this moment, and at this critical point, even an ant falling on the cloud that paves the heaven may cause the entire heaven to collapse.

"Hehe, this 'forbidden technique' was created by you, so you should know the result when you cast it, right?" The lone lantern Taoist was still chuckling, he shook his hair, his face was full of uninhibitedness, "I can do one of my doppelgangers, even if it only indirectly achieves the effect, but this power is still very good." ”

There was not the slightest hint of reproach in his tone, and there was even a hint of approval, as if he didn't care at all about the shattering of this heavenly realm that he had worked so hard to build with his great supernatural powers.

'Very good', this was his entire evaluation of the sword qi that Mo Xie had inspired with that self-injury method.

It's rare for a lone lantern to make such an evaluation, in fact, even when he was the big boss in charge of heaven, his evaluation of the twelve-winged birdman was nothing more than "interesting guy, boring power".

It is no exaggeration to say that a guy of that level can't even get past a single face in the hands of the Lone Lantern Dao people.

When it comes to the cultivation level of the Lone Lantern Dao person, victory or defeat is only a matter of moments; people of the realm like him can rarely make a move, and once he makes a move, it is a move that determines life and death.

Victory is life, defeat is death.

After the death of the body, not even a trace of dust could be left.

There are exceptions, though, but that's another story.

"If it weren't for the purpose of blasting that guy out of my body, I wouldn't have used such a forbidden technique to death. ”

When he said such words, Mo Ye didn't feel that he had the slightest confidence, and he thought that what he had done before could be said with confidence, but in the end, he found that he might still be doing something wrong.

He is just stubbornly unwilling to admit his mistakes so directly, which is a common problem among young people.

He was arguing, trying to distinguish himself from the demon king who had created the dead world in front of him.

The gray clouds were noncommittal to his arguments, they were dead, the dead would not stand up for Mo Ye or refute him, the only thing that responded to Mo Ye's arguments was the mist held in the hands of the Lone Lantern Daoist.

The image cuts to the black air surging on the horizon.

A figure wrapped in black qi stretched out its palm towards the City of Angels, which dwelled in the middle of the Heavenly Realm.

The five fingers were spread out and clenched again, as if to hold the city that had just emerged from the field of vision with a vague shadow between the applause.

"Kill. ”

You don't have to open your mouth, you don't even have to listen to what he's screaming, as long as you see this figure, no matter who it is, the words that appear in your head are the same.

The figure itself seems to represent killing, representing deprivation.

The whole point of his existence is to deprive other beings of power, and it doesn't matter if the object of deprivation is not a living being.

He was thirsting for a new energy supply, like a wolf looking for prey.

And now, the prey is close at hand.

"Kill!"

The slightly heavier tone was echoed by the black aura that wrapped around him, and they all poured out of the man's body as if they had their own intelligence, and swam to the ground like poisonous snakes.

The man stretched out his arms and threw his head up, the black qi leaving his body seemed to cause him a lot of pain, and he opened his mouth wide and roared silently at the heavens higher.

What kind of beast is this......

Someone will soon give him a definition.

……

"Oh my God...... What's that?"

At this moment, the city of angels was already on high alert, and the supreme leader who got the news of the change in the city promptly and decisively sent almost all the four-winged angels in the city at this moment.

They pinned the rioters to the ground and walls one by one with their standard long-handled weapons, and even when there was no space and convenience, they directly tore down the dome of a large house through the combined efforts of several angels, burying all the rioters they had driven into the big house before.

There is no need to think about humanity here, and there is no need to think about the lives and deaths of the rioters. For the angels, the means of law enforcement are so simple and crude, and after receiving orders from the top, they do not have the slightest qualms when doing things.

The infected rebels do not cry out, and even then the city is full of mourning, and whether they are infected or not, they are attacked indiscriminately.

I'd rather kill the wrong one than let it go.

All they were given was an order to "suppress the riot in the city as quickly as possible", and could there be a more efficient way of action than it was now?

There is no need to judge, the only thing that needs to be judged is the number of wings on the backs of the rebels.

The four-winged angel, even the four-winged angel, who had almost soaked in the peace built by alcohol and glitz, was still crushing when faced with the two-winged angel.

The massacre of the rebels was not at all difficult for them who had used standard, specially authorized weapons.

The riots in the city may not last long.

However, when an angel was trying to knock down a group of rebels who had occupied the tower, when his eyes crossed the city and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the distant horizon, he received even worse news.

There's a ** annoyance coming.

"Dennis, help me top it! I have news to report to you!"

The angel was so anxious that he turned around and flew towards the Tower of Babel without telling his colleagues what was going on.

"Hey, Matthews, escaped again?!"

Dennis, who had been named to finish his unfinished business for him, yelled at Matthews' departing back, but he received no response.

Matthews fled in the direction of the Tower of Babel as if he were running for his life, as if something was chasing him behind him.

Dennis shook his head disdainfully, and flew up the tower.

“Holy_shit……”

Standing at the height that Matthews had reached before, Dennis also saw the scene that Matthews had seen.

His mouth was wide open, as if his jaw had been dislocated.

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PS: The story that takes place in Paradise will soon come to an end, after which the scene of the story will return to Pumice Town.