Chapter 227, The Third Choice: Silence

The definition of defilement is not uniform, but as long as it is not unified with something pure, it is defilement. Thus God is pure and filthy.

............

Today is a rare sunny day in winter, and Wang Cheng is also a man who ushers in a trace of purity.

But those who know the situation probably can't laugh - the unqualified participants who disturb the situation are all wiped out. These two words, representing the death of hundreds of shadows who have dedicated their lives, may be valuable, but for those who are alive, there is nothing worth remembering......

While!

The bell above the royal city was struck, and the bell-ringer had already fled, so it was more appropriate for a monster to strike the bell of the evening that announced the end of the world.

The Shadow was happy to take on this duty, and for that reason it deliberately fought the same deliberate knife trickster and the four-color ghost, as a doppelganger who was not a doppelganger, and a small helper, it won easily.

While!

The second bell is melodious and drifting away, and as one of the few instruments that has not been etherealized, the strange effect of the bell allows it to push the sound as far as possible without shocking people to death. At the same time, it is also somehow related to the gates of the inner city.

The south gate of the royal capital, the south gate of the inner city, the nine-fold door lock in front of the palace, and the giant bronze gate of the golden hall were all opened, and the guards in front of the door were a little sparse, but the faces under the armor all carried a fanatical will to sacrifice.

"Only my dynasty, the only immortal ......"

The shadow hangs on the outside of the bell tower, smiling strangely and looking down on the city, stepping into the shadows. It didn't choose to bring the wind Bai Mo this time, the princess had what she needed to accomplish. Of course, it adhered to its own will and told her about these things.

Calculating the location, the bell tower is probably also possible.

Bai Mo bowed to the shadow very formally, his cyan skirt fluttering in the breeze, awe-inspiring and confident.

After all, she is the princess of this dynasty, and she is also the identity of the wind, and the chief disciple of the shadow. She has her pride, but also her stubbornness and mission.

While!

The pale palm of the poisonous old thief played with his white hair, tearing it off casually, watching the inky blue blood fly, disconnecting from himself, falling to the ground, eroding a small hole......

The immortal old thief looked at the ten swallows behind him again, except for the lone swallow, all the remaining swallows of the Black Flower Society were here...... Naturally, the hunt for the dukes and dynastic forces could not be without loss, and they were not all geniuses, even if there was an unexpectedly strong supernumerary team, it could not avoid the withering of the petals......

The undead thief can only make himself immortal, but cannot resurrect the living and the dead.

Swifts and swifts hug each other to give encouragement, and this may be the end. Yeyan hesitated, but still bowed to the poisonous hand, this old thief still has some respect.

The poisonous hand was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that he would still be able to gain respect now...... It's clear that he's just a thief who goes crazy for an obsession.

The stone man watched coldly, slowly sinking to the ground, and began to adjust to it.

While!

The shadow leaped out of the shadows and curled up in the corner, his shoulders shaking violently;

The White Emperor sat on the throne, his eyes a little distracted. Perhaps they still have a way out, and what they are seeking is not their own lives...... But when he bears this imperial name, he will never leave it behind;

He leaned against the city gate without smiling, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. At the end of his line of sight was the mountain gate of the sect, where the unworldly boy met a young girl who had worked hard to practice swords...... He doesn't care what the next battle will be, it's just a sword to live and a sword to die;

Canglan examined the void in front of him, and the void force carved Canglan's two square words, followed by a lengthy gaze......

His vision and hearing were tirelessly receiving messages from afar, and he could not interrupt the gift, or curse.

What is the core strength of the warrior monk, he probably knows: it should be after that traversal, the vast and calm sea of the mind, the sea fog and glow are intertwined, the mud and rocks and undercurrents under the sea are not prosperous, eternal and unchanging, and the waves are not alarmed.

What he has gained should be this ability.

But, just as he had complained about a long time ago, how can a baby-like heart fill and dominate this vast ocean? Even if he tried his best to experience it and try to be indifferent, it was wishful thinking to complete the hundred-year accumulation of this mortal thing in a short period of time.

"I think I get ......"

A cold light flashed in the warrior monk's pupils: "I haven't studied the way of time, maybe it's instinct to remind me of the danger of getting lost in time...... and the terrifying existence behind the canopy. ”

"But I think I have another option. Truth, even if it is interfered with, is transcendent. ”

While!

The last bell reverberated in the sky, and it didn't stop for a long time.

Prepare it or not, but in short, stand up and grab the murder weapon, the enemy is ahead......

............

The White Emperor looked at the mirror in front of him and said calmly: "Ah, is this your choice?"

No mirror is as indifferent as ever: "The mirror should be a reference." ”

"Not with me, the White Emperor sitting on this throne as an enemy?"

"It is not intended to be this. ”

"Hahahaha...... Sure enough, it's your style. The White Emperor laughed, with three points of bitterness: "Lonely...... I have fallen in love with you. "I love

"Yes. ”

Silent, the uncle, who was close to fifty years old, was a little stiffer, and waved his hand in a flash: "Lone is not interested in a mask...... In the backyard, you know, there's the pastries that promise you. ”

“......”

Without taking off his mirror mask, he nodded silently and stepped into the twisted silver vortex in front of him.

After he left, the White Emperor regrouped his mind and calculated coldly: "It's not her." So, old friend, where will you come from......"

"Your Majesty. Gonggong Li smiled like a fox and quietly walked out from behind the throne, "The guest has arrived." ”

"Don't call me that, old friend. The White Emperor looked at the waiter who had been with him for decades, and the white air currents erupted, shaking him back, "You're not him." ”

The body named Gonggong Li was shaken open several scars, its eyes gradually flowed out of black mud, and a weird smile tore its cheeks: "Ah, Your Majesty, you are really ruthless." ”

The White Emperor was unmoved, waved his hand to stop the three hundred armor soldiers, and ordered them to stay in front of the door, and the white air flow formed a big hand to press the body of Gonggong Li: "Escape, monster, or rather, god." ”

The black mud shook and drove away the white air current: "With this kind of inferior power against me, could it be that you have been sitting for so long that you have forgotten how to fight?" Those warriors can move in the city, right? But you left them in front of the temple......

"Put away your tricks!" the White Emperor was unmoved, "It's calm on the harbor side, you think the chief has already arranged for them to enter this royal capital, if you divide the army, it will be foolish!"

"It's not entirely like that, the tunnel dug by that immortal junior has also come in handy. ”

The black mud was a little embarrassed to dodge the seemingly harmless white qi, retreated step by step to the position of the gate of the Golden Palace, and then collapsed into a large number of silk threads, which melted and seeped into the ground before falling into the palace gate through the blockade of the three hundred armorers......

The White Emperor just watched, still not moving, as if this throne made him unwilling to leave and get up.

"An old friend of the ancestors, the god of nothing...... Alas......"

The White Emperor was indifferent, and slowly took out an inconspicuous ancient sword, which had no characteristics, no strong aura, and had always been used as one of the decorations of the dome, the only special thing was that it happened to be directly above the only throne. Until then, no one even knew that it could be removed.

The White Emperor stroked the ancient object and stabbed it into his heart.

"The sword of the White God is the only relic he has left...... In my name, inherit the divinity...... May the Bai family incense continue. ”

After a very brief ritual and a few hastily recited prayers that were more symbolic than practical, the White Emperor took one last nostalgic glance at the location of the bell tower, where stood his daughter, who was also the most likely to survive the upheaval......

The White Emperor always remembered the ancestral motto: The divine throne is not as good as the emperor's throne, and the sword that pierces the heart will also kill the mind, and what remains in the end is just a nameless monster that no one can understand. Don't use a sword!

Even so, he also has his own stubbornness. Those who can fight crazy monsters are still monsters after all......

The rendezvous between Black Mud and the Three Monsters Alliance went a little wrong.

Seven gods of nothing, he has a crazy and empty quality, as a neighbor of the white like a fish in the throat, so after the thousand years of the god war, was secretly killed by the white, but at the same time the white will also die. The human god chose to give up the faint chance of resurrection, he released his divine power to block things, and while the monster in the sea was sleeping, he buried the body of the god of nothingness at the bottom of the sea, buried the evil thoughts of nothingness in the valley, and finally left a sword of divinity to give to his heir.

The divinity of Nothingness was scattered, and several new gods were created, most of whom were killed, such as the Poisoner's beloved, and very few survived, such as the Immortals.

Dead in vain, dead clean, but nothing else. As a sharpness as the cornerstone of power, Shiro can quickly slash nothing, but he can't cut it cleanly, and the evil power and wreckage remain, along with most of his divinity. So, when the star structure went deep into the secret place of the sea in order to fight against the deep blue, the crazy shell wrapped up the extremely plastic body of the star structure, and under the subtle connection of the same divinity, it met the immortal heaven and the mad mind, and contacted Gonggong Li...... After that it's simple.

Gonggong Li borrowed the power of black mud and the power of the head of Huayi, left a passage under the royal city, cooperated with the refining of the structure, and went straight to the palace, in order to fight a surprise attack, and by the way, destroy the golden palace that is not pleasant to look at.

However...... The stronghold dug by the stone men is also under the palace. The two parties had not yet noticed that they had not moved before, but now that they had started digging their holes almost at the same time, they naturally sensed the neighbor next door, and then began to stare wide-eyed......

There is no normal person in the Three Monsters Alliance, and the Poisonous Demon Lord is not something to mess with, the two sides are deadlocked, and the final restraint is a common enemy.

But the enemy of the enemy is not a friend, whether it is the three monsters or the poisonous hand want to solve the "White Emperor" with their own hands, more importantly, the three monsters out of the subtle memory and connection of divinity, and the poisonous hand out of the secret snooping of the think tank, understand each other about these......

In a sense, Chiya did reverse the world line, and a word from the water drop made the two big waves collide together......

However, the two sides will at most look at each other, and then get out of the way.

Because...... The breath above his head became more and more wrong......

The Shadow looked at the location of the palace with an embarrassed face, and said Okay, let's all open the special effects together? Why are you so low-key! I knew that I would have rushed over and assassinated me, and then the matter would be over!

The more Shadow thought about it, the more angry he became, it was okay to delay me, but it would be your fault not to play with me! My Shadow is not a reasonable monster!

The Shadow made some strange gesture of rage, but it quickly flinched......

Because, in the perception of the dark shadows it arranged, a surprisingly powerful breath of life appeared......

Starlight simply stood outside the south gate, his pale golden pupils passing over without smiling, staring at the area in his field of vision, which exuded great hustle and bustle......

He's still human, but he's changed dramatically in some of the more treacherous realms......

Filling the vast and dry sea of his mind was not something he could do, and the tumult did not seem to be what he wanted.

This became even clearer after he sensed the death of the Black Cloth and Morrowind.

"There is no more turmoil, only quiet. ”

"The sea is difficult to rise, and the barren is free. ”

"The wind is loud, and the demons are haunted. ”

"There is no hustle and bustle in this world, and there is silence among the warrior monks. ”