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A foot on his face.

It was the feet of the King of Light.

If the dignified King of Light is killed in one move, then the magician will be really strong, and Ta Ling will have to bow down.

A punch fell, piercing the magician's head and, incidentally, the stage.

The poor man, who had just sewn a new head, was blown up again.

He's still not dead.

Behind the King of Light, a new magician emerged. So glamorous, so decent, so confident, so enthusiastic.

The audience cheered and the spotlights flickered.

The air is filled with a faint white smoke, like a fairyland.

Colored light hits the smoke, reflecting a variety of brilliant colors.

The battle continues.

The King of Light is in charge of killing.

The magician is in charge of the show.

This is a serious matter for the King of Light.

For magicians, it's a lot of fun.

It's not that he despises the King of Light, anything seems to him to be fun. Even against the Pioneers, he still performs like this.

He also studied with pioneers.

From the perspective of a bystander, he lost.

He doesn't think he's lost, he hasn't taken off his hat yet. He didn't think it was necessary. It doesn't matter if the performance is won or lost, as long as the audience is satisfied, it is a win-win.

A thunderous chant rang out.

The King of Light incarnated as a shining sun, divided into eight, and surrounded the magician.

The eight large balls of light are like eight rounds of suns, stacked with tens of thousands of degrees of heat, in such a terrifying temperature, let alone a person, even the metal is directly vaporized.

The magician was not spared, and the neat dress, the white mask, the white handkerchief, and the emaciated flesh were all broken down into elementary particles by the heat, and even the ashes could not be left.

The stage and audience are gone.

The two sheep also disappeared. Dürer and Jacqueline ventured into battle, turned into sheep and left on the stage, reduced to dust by the indiscriminate forbidden spell of light.

The cunning old White survived. He was far away, not burned to death, but his hair and eyebrows were gone, like a monk from another world, prostrate on the ground, shouting praises for the greatness of the King of Light.

The King of Light was excited, and he had the taste of loneliness as a master, and slowly returned to the Temple of Light.

Then he saw Wei Liang.

Wei Liang also saw him.

The two stared at each other, and there was a moment of frozenness.

"It turns out that guy is the helper you found." The King of Light said, "I have some ability, but I still die. ”

Wei Liang asked rhetorically, "How do you know he's dead?" ”

"You'll meet in heaven."

A beam of light pierced Wei Liang's eyes.

Pierced through the back of the skull.

He fell to the ground and died.

The King of Light stepped on his corpse and walked by.

Wei Liang suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his ankle.

The King of Light lowered his head, and Wei Liang's only remaining eyes were full of smiles.

The smile grew more and more familiar, eventually turning into a white mask.

It turned out that he was not Wei Liang.

The stage and spotlights resurfaced.

The tidal wave of cheers ignited the lonely atamu.

"You're so annoying."

"How can you leave the show before it's over?"

The King of Light snorted coldly, and the golden holy flame filled the air, choking the magician's neck.

King Guangming is tall and the magician is thin, and the two stand together, just like Kobe and Wang Zulan's "Don't call mom when you're hungry", and like a high school sports student bullying a fifth-grade child.

"Why are you wearing a grotesque, ugly mask?"

"It can only be said that you have a vulgar taste. That's cool, isn't it? ”

Flames climbed, filling the entire mask. Against the backdrop of the Holy Flame, the white mask is whiter. It begins to melt.

The King of Light stared, wanting to see the true face of this strange man's Lushan.

He was disappointed.

Underneath the mask, there is still a mask.

He put his hand on the mask and tore it with all his might.

A new mask emerges.

The magician smiled and explained to the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a magic trick that has been improved based on the Sichuan opera face-changing, called the Infinity Mask. As you can see, my assistant, Mr. Guangming Wang, is trying to tear the mask in an attempt to reveal my true face, but in fact it is futile. No matter how many masks are torn, I won't see my face. ”

He's right.

The masks on the stage had been piled up, but he still wore a brand new and identical mask on his face.

The King of Light lost patience.

"I'm going to be serious."

The magician smiled and said, "Good." Acting needs to be serious. I hate perfunctory. ”

The King of Light let him go. His expression was reverent, and he sang obscure old sayings.

This is the gestation period of the spell.

It is different from normal spells, and even different from ordinary forbidden spells. It's so wonderful, so sacred, so extraordinary, the ethereal melody is like a heavenly sound, and even the solemn dragon magic has become an earthy country music in front of it.

This is a super-forbidden spell.

The King of Light's magical attainments have never been seen before, and there may be no one who will come after. A new field has already been delved into on top of the forbidden spell. He called it the Forbidden Spell, or the Divine Curse.

When he first delved into this super magic, he was overjoyed like a child who had gotten a new toy, jumping and jumping, completely lacking the majesty of the strongest man in the continent. It was an epic moment, he thought, a sign of magic entering a new realm of mystery, and it had to be given a resounding name.

The inventor of the magic has the right to name the magic, and only the King of Light is qualified to name the Forbidden Spell.

He meditated for three days and three nights, and then made a choice.

Eternal Light.

It's called the Everlasting Light.

Under the incomparable light of the sacred, all things are maintained until the earth is desolate, never withering, never corrupting, never aging, never exhausted.

So, Yongyao.

He longs to stay connected.

He hates change.

Change is often a bad thing. Life, old age, sickness, and death are all changes.

The essence of all things is to maintain. All of this is trying to be maintained.

But there is a hateful thing called time. In front of it, even the most beautiful flowers will wither.

After 2,000 years of seclusion in the temple, he finally developed the power to resist time.

Eternal Light.

Beautiful things should last forever.

The chant ends.

The majestic sea of light fills every corner of the space.

This is colorless light, transparent light. It's not as warm as the sun, it's not as cold as the moonlight, it's not as hot as the fire. So much so that it appeared, but no one noticed.

Transparent, colorless, and unadulterated, this is the essence of Eternal Light. It doesn't pollute anything beautiful, and it keeps them alive in their original form.

Time freezes, space stands still.

All things in heaven and earth were pressed the pause button.

The spotlight paused in mid-air, and the light shone halfway, stopping abruptly.

The audience clapped their hands, cheered, watched, talked and laughed, and were distracted, and they all stopped.

The magician stands in the center of the stage, arms outstretched, smiling, and slightly bent as if to bow in thanks.

His waist will never bend down.

The King of Light looked at all this, and he thought, this can barely be considered a work of art.

He came up to the magician and took off the mask.

The mysterious and strange man finally revealed his true face to Lushan.

The King of Light was stunned. It turns out that this is the magician.

What kind of face should that be.

There is a deep melancholy on the thick eyebrows, and the tragic features have the strongest sadness in the world. The eyes were sparkling, with a layer of mist, like a silent cry.

This is a face that is extremely depressed. More depressing than the slaves at the bottom of society, more painful than the tortured criminals.

It is unimaginable that such a melancholy person can talk and laugh on the stage.

The King of Light was embarrassed.

If you hesitated at first, you can now be sure that this is a perfect work of art.

A long sigh.

The magician slowly straightened up and said tiredly, "You were the first to see me. ”

The Light King's pupils shrank, and he chuckled, "You are also the first to break free from the Eternal Light. ”

There was no fluctuation on the magician's lifeless face.

"It turns out that you don't like acting." The King of Light asked, "Then why are you disguising?" ”

"Because, I'm the comedian." The magician bowed his head. Sad and wooden eyes were full of tears.

The King of Light was puzzled and puzzled.

The magician turned away.

The King of Light stepped in front of him.

"The show is over." The magician waved his hand tiredly, his voice low and inaudible.

"For me, the fight is not over." The King of Light's eyes were shining, full of fighting spirit.

He punched the magician in the chest.

The magician has no pain, no fear, just a sad gaze at the ground.

Then, he took off his hat.