After shouting the phrase "impossible", Ning Yiqian fell into a state of madness.

Rows of hoses shot out from the huge beating heart behind him, hissing like ocean waves, and pounced on the three White Kings in waves, the sharp edges of the pipes like the teeth of a giant shark, trying to tear everything they came into contact with. And in those hoses, Sanskrit brown liquid was gurgling, ready to burst out and spill on the White King's body.

At this point, Ning Yizhi has no reservations, and even his favorite method of wanting to indulge in it is no longer used. When the chess piece rook rushed forward before, the source of thought in his hand lit up, and the anti-chess long sword of the chess piece rook suddenly disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the chess piece cart was holding another unknown dark red long sword in both hands, slashing the hose not far in front of Ning Yixi, constantly reducing the pressure on the two white kings.

Kong Feiti hugged Bai Wang's back tightly, feeling the temperature from the other party's body, and his heart was sour and regretful.

He hated and cursed his father and brother for neglecting him, but he didn't expect that it was his brother who wanted to protect him.

I recall that every time my brother came to visit, he basically had an attitude of ignoring him. Either they didn't answer their brother's questions, or they didn't come out of the house at all and pretended to be asleep.

It turns out that those sighs after not being answered and the caresses after pretending to be asleep all have such a layer of meaning in them. Kong Feiti could only keep lamenting that he knew too late.

He thought that he had never been loved by anyone, but he did not know that he had already received the wholehearted care of two people. The mother who looks vaguely in his memory and the brother who is now fighting beside him, both of them are silently supporting him, and they have never abandoned him.

It turned out that he had never been alone.

"Tired."

The White King turned his head at him between hitting those hoses into powder with a paper umbrella: "Do you believe my brother?" ”

"Believe." Kong Fei is tired of the sour nose of the return.

"That's good," the White King said, spreading his umbrella against the hoses and droplets that shattered with a thud, "Wait a minute, you must listen to me, and the hope of defeating that man is on you." ”

"What should I do?" Kong Feiti saw a few drops of Sanskrit sound dripping on the other party's bare skin through the edge of the paper umbrella and the clothes flying around the White King, and his face suddenly turned pale, "Brother! ”

"I'm fine...... White King replied with a smile, but the bitterness in this smile was only clear to him. He leaned into Kong Feiti's ear and whispered, "Wait a minute, at the last moment, meditate on the word 'Upper Realm' in your heart...... I know you don't remember what that world looked like, but I believe you can, you can imagine it. ”

"I ...... I'll try to ......" Kong Feiti hesitated, but when he saw Bai Wang's blazing eyes, he firmed down, "I will definitely do it!" ”

"Good!" Bai Wang touched Kong Feiti's head, put the umbrella away, waved the umbrella and blew off a few snake-like hoses, raised his head and yelled at the chess cart, "Friend! Let me do it! Help me take care of my tired children! ”

The chess piece cart nodded in agreement when he heard the white king's shout, and resolutely retreated. As soon as he retreated, the hoses he had held on roared down like floods that had opened the gates.

Kong Feiti felt that the White King let go of the finch prisoner that was firmly entangled between the two, and then saw that the other party reached out and inserted Zi Qingxian, who was stretched out again, into his collar, but he rushed towards Ning Yiqian with his bare hands: "Brother? No way! Your umbrella! ”。

When the White King heard Kong Feiti's voice, he resolutely did not look back. He danced in a finch captive, his belt floating around him in several strands, knocking down the swirling hoses.

Because there is no protection of self-leisure, simply relying on the prison of the bird cannot prevent the pouring Sanskrit sound. More brown liquid dripped onto his skin, and the White King's ears could hear nothing but the laughs he had feared since childhood, and as he came into contact with more droplets of Sanskrit, the creepy laughter grew stronger, almost as sharp as it almost pierced his eardrums.

At the same time, more and more hoses cut through the prisoner's defenses, cutting wound after wound on him. The double torture almost broke his nerves, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, slowly approaching the man who stood tall as a god.

Finally, the distance between him and Ning Yixi was less than two meters.

In the distance, Kong Feiti, who was caught by the chess piece cart, let out an exclamation, and he saw a hose grazing the placket of the already overwhelmed finch prisoner's clothes, straight through the white king's chest and abdomen: "Brother! Elder brother! No! ”

Ning Yiyi spread his hands flat, and the huge transparent heart behind him was glowing and beating violently. He looked at the white king who was getting closer and closer to him, and there were more and more wounds on his body, and said with some disdain: "It's useless to get close to me, your strength has been suppressed by me by more than half, and it is impossible to kill me." ”

"No...... Poof......" A hose passed under the White King's collarbone, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, "I can't attack you...... So it's not me who kills you......"

Ning Yiqian laughed maniacally: "Who else can kill me?" ”

The White King smiled back with the same contempt, and in the next second, the finch prisoner on his body was suddenly thrown off. The white robe embroidered with luxurious gold silk flickered its sleeves twice like a white dove, and then pounced on Ning Yiqian.

"What is this?" Ning Yi has seen the methods of the finch prisoner, this seal has a good binding ability, but it has no attack power. He commanded several hoses to shoot at the garment, only to find that the hoses strangely avoided it, "What's going on......"

By this time the prisoner had floated up to him and enveloped him. The long sleeves were connected to the hem of the garment, and they quickly formed a ball.

The White King is right, this form of finch prisoner is not an attack, but a defense.

The cloth ball made of the finch prisoner's clothes was originally an ability conceived by the White King to protect his family, and it could neutralize the damage from the outside world for at least thirty seconds for the people inside. Although neither side wants to admit it, Ning Yiwang is indeed his father, and the role of his relatives is also effective.

In other words, when the finch prisoner was thrown out for this purpose, how could the seal of Ning Yizhi already regard it as a companion to protect its master.

Although it is a protection, at the same time, the prisoner at this time is equivalent to completely imprisoning the people inside for thirty seconds and cannot move.

"Tired ......" He yelled at Kong Feiti with all his might, and threw the big cloth ball at the direction of the chess piece rook and Kong Feiti.

At this time, without all protection and seals, his body was suddenly poked by the transparent hose.

"Nope! Elder brother! ”

Seeing this scene, Kong Feiti's eyes were tearful, and he shouted at the White King heartbreakingly, but to no avail, he could only watch the White King, who was covered in blood, fall down the cliff.

When he lost his mind from excessive sadness, a hand reached out to him and grabbed his chin, pulling his face to the side and facing an unfamiliar face. Kong Feiti, who saw this face, was a little confused, and then he noticed the hat that had been lifted behind this face, and realized that this face he had never seen before was the face that had been holding his chess piece cart.

The soft eyebrows of the chess piece rook were a little distorted at this time because of the hurry. He shook the overwhelmed hole tirelessly, and his mouth, which could not make a sound, kept repeating a mouth shape.

Upper bound!

Looking at that mouth shape, Kong Feiti's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Meditate on the upper realm!" ”

This voice was like a reassuring shot, and it immediately calmed him down.

Right...... My brother said...... I am the last hope......

I must not let my brother's efforts be in vain......

He closed his eyes and wiped away his tears, and began to try to imagine what the Upper Realm would look like. An imaginary place, blue sky, white clouds, majestic snow-capped mountains in the distance, and a small grass hut on the endless yellow grassland, this house is exactly the same as his own.

Upper bound......

Upper bound......

Upper bound!

The fallen White King is on the verge of dying. He had almost all the hoses all over his body, and the blood had been drained from the wounds, and his mind was a little unclear.

Falling all the way from the top of the White Pure District to the White Boundless District, the White King's gradually godless eyes seemed to be inspecting the city he loved in the most tragic way.

He looked up and saw the Black Rock Mountain Lord and his thirty-six heavens who were still fighting.

He saw the commercial streets of Bai Chun District, the industrial park of Bai Mo District and the slums of Bai Mo District.

At this moment, he felt a strange smell suddenly in the city, it was like a room that had been stuffy for a long time suddenly opened a dusty door, and he smelled the smell of fresh air.

The corners of the White King's mouth slowly opened, revealing a tragic and proud smile.

My little brother ...... You're the best brother in the world.

Falling to the very bottom of the White Emperor's city, he smiled and closed his eyes, slamming down on the majestic gate of the White Emperor's city.