The weight of the planet, the bombardment of the sun, the shooting of the divine crossbow arrows, the advent of strange spells, and all kinds of terrifying and unpredictable attacks have made the protective spirit on the text master Long Xiu constantly weakened, and the insidious curse erupted violently from the inside, which made the text master Long Xiu almost not planted. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In any case, this series of attacks, the attacks of the nine demon gods such as the Demon King, the Devil King, the Elf King, the Angel Lord, the Phantom Beast King, the Ghost King, Jesus, the Quetzalcoatl God, and Odinus, made the text master Long Xiu also seem quite difficult, and it was difficult to face the mad attacks of the nine demon gods. Even the lightsaber in the hand of the writer Long Xiu was shattered by the bombardment.

However, the only fortunate thing is that under the power of the writer's words, it has a very high degree of mystery, and under the high mystery, with the support of the infinite power of civilization, the damage suffered by the writer Long Xiu was instantly restored to normal.

And just when the writer Long Xiu thought that he had resisted the desperate fight of the Demon King, the Devil King, the Elf King, the Angel Lord, the Phantom Beast King, the Ghost King, Jesus, the Quetzalcoatl God, and Odinus.

A figure appeared behind the writer Long Xiu, just as Ai Huasi appeared behind the silver monster Tesla, and appeared behind the writer Long Xiu at the moment when the writer Long Xiu was not aware of it.

This figure that suddenly appeared was Zheng Shuanglong, Zheng Shuanglong who was supposed to be playing hide and seek with the seven demon gods in the universe.

The moment that appeared behind the writer Long Xiu, at the moment when the writer Long Xiu had not reacted or perceived, Zheng Shuanglong's fingers, with endless star power and the cold and solemn true meaning of death, broke through the defense of the writer Long Xiu and pointed at the back of the text master Long Xiu.

The surging and endless death star power blasted into the heart of the writer Long Xiu,

Raging in the body of the writer Long Xiu, the mystery of the writer, the various defensive means, and all kinds of prohibitions, in front of the power of the dead star, it was like spring and white snow, and it was dissolved without a trace.

Pain, severe pain. After receiving this near-death blow, the writer Long Xiu let out a terrible howl. At the same time of severe pain, at the moment of wailing, the writer Long Xiu did not stop at all to spill out a bunch of words. All kinds of terrible, like natural disasters, and like the power of destroying the world, flashed wildly around the writer Long Xiu.

Heaven and earth are cold, chaotic skylight, flame of flame, chaos thunder...... All kinds of phenomena that are almost terrifying and cruel to the fall of the demon god are surging.

However, this kind of manifestation that is enough to fall the demon god, this terrible natural disaster, this world-destroying disaster, does not have the slightest ability to expel Zheng Shuanglong, but makes Zheng Shuanglong's mood extremely happy.

From the operation of the stars in the sky, Zheng Shuanglong grasped the mystical truth in the underworld, combined with the original idea of the unity of heaven and man in Chinese Taoism, his own comprehension of the Avenue of the Stars, and the incomparably mysterious cultivation method deduced from the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.

The universe, the universe full of stars, the universe with infinite star power, the universe with endless stars and planets, is Zheng Shuanglong's best home field, in this universe where endless star power shines, the power that Zheng Shuanglong can exert and the power that can be used is not so simple.

If, if it is said that before the power of the god killer is expelled, before the power of the god is the basic plate of Zheng Shuanglong, Zheng Shuanglong does not have the ability to help the writer Long Xiu at all.

After all, the power of God is restricted by God, even if it is beyond God, but how far can it go? He is always within God's reach.

The way of God, the way of faith, does not work. At least, in this game life competition, it doesn't work. There are too many gods in thousands of worlds, and if there are too many gods, they are not worth much.

The most important thing is that borrowed power, always borrowed. Not your own.

Therefore, Zheng Shuanglong abolished the power of the gods and pulled all the powers out of his body, allowing himself to accept another power, the power of the stars.

Compared to the god killers who don't have much potential, the way of the stars can be regarded as infinite potential.

At least, with the way of the stars as the basic disk, you can go further. At least, with the Way of the Stars as the basic disk, Zheng Shuanglong found the possibility of killing the text master Long Xiu.

The endless power of the stars exploded in the body of the writer Long Xiu, and in an instant, the internal organs of the writer Long Xiu were blown to pieces. The power of the stars invaded every cell of the writer Long Xiu, shattering wildly, shattering the vitality of the writer Long Xiu.

However, this did not make the writer Long Xiu ashes.

The interior is frantically destroying, but the outside of the body of the writer Long Xiu is not showing the slightest injury. Zheng Shuanglong's control of power really surprised those demon gods who had just reacted.

In this strange situation, the destruction of the body of the text master Long Xiu by the power of the stars did not cause the greatest damage to the text master Long Xiu.

**'s destruction is nothing to the textual master Long Xiu. Only the eternity of the spirit and soul is the true eternity. Writers are originally the power of civilization, and the greatest embodiment of the power of civilization is not above the spirit. The strength of the heart is the strength, and the eternity of the spirit is the eternity.

Therefore, no matter the various attacks of the nine demon gods, such as the Demon King, the Devil King, the Ghost King, the Elf King, the Phantom Beast King, the Angel Lord, the Quetzalcoatl God, the Odinus, and Jesus, they could not cause fundamental damage to the Textsmith Longxiu, and there was no way for the Textsmith Longxiu to be defeated.

Planetary bombardments are terrifying, stellar explosions are terrifying, sacred arrows are terrifying, and weird curses are terrifying, however, for the Wordsmith, these powers are nothing more than that. If it doesn't hurt the soul origin of the writer, it won't hurt the writer at all.

Zheng Shuanglong, who was injured before, and the writer Long Xiu, who was extremely embarrassed, was quite clear.

It is precisely because it is clear that Zheng Shuanglong's attack is not just to cause physical damage to the writer Long Xiu.

The star power of death is not only star power, but there are many, many strange, weird, and terrifying things.

Zheng Shuanglong, who pointed at the back of the writer Long Xiu, has no sorrow, no joy, no sorrow, no anger, a terrible artistic conception, a kind of Taoist pursuit, and the supreme realm of integrating with the 'one'.

With Zheng Shuanglong's fingers,

It is transmitted to the spirit of the writer Long Xiu, above the soul.

The power of the countless stars around him followed the fingers of Zheng Shuanglong, who had entered the Dao realm, into the body of the text master Long Xiu's blood mist. Countless feelings of joy, anger and sadness were born from the soul and spirit of the writer Long Xiu for no reason, and they were reflected in detail in the spiritual body of the writer Long Xiu. All kinds of emotions filled his soul, and a strange and wonderful aura enveloped this bloody writer Long Xiu.

At this moment, the spirit of the writer Long Xiu has experienced a lot. I felt a lot.

A highly developed civilization, with a civilization of super technology that the writer Long Xiu has not experienced, has not witnessed, and cannot imagine, towering buildings, powerful fleets, highly developed **, and highly developed brains. Then, the civil war began, and within three days, civilization was destroyed, and the planet that carried this civilization also died, and a sad mood permeated the soul of the writer Long Xiu, which was the sorrow of the stars.

A balloon gradually condensed into a physical planet, gradually with rain and dew clouds, meteorites from the outside world brought the seeds of life, from the most basic amino acids, to the powerful creatures flying in the air at the end, as if a mother watched her children continue to grow, a strange joy permeated in. This is the joy of the stars.

His body is no longer good, but for the tens of billions of lives that inhabit his body, his rock formation is still dead blocking the lava in the earth's core, and those lives are still drunk and dreaming of death, not knowing that the catastrophe is just around the corner...... Sorrow, deep sorrow, this is the sorrow of the stars.

It's fear, great fear. Originally, the life derived from itself was constantly multiplying, but several strange beings fought, destroying everything on the surface, killing 99% of the little life, fear, extreme fear. Are these creatures going to destroy all the little life in their bodies? This is the fear of the stars.

Joy, anger, sorrow and joy followed, in the body of the writer Long Xiu's blood, and in the spiritual body of the writer Long Xiu.

No joy, no anger, no sorrow, no joy. Heaven and earth are themselves, and they are this heaven and earth. Zheng Shuanglong, who is one with the Tao, has no emotion at the moment. Naturally, he did not absorb the spiritual fluctuations of the stars.

Those feelings, those emotions that are transmitted to the soul of the writer Long Xiu, are the spiritual fluctuations of the stars that are constantly absorbing power, and they are the emotions of the stars. It is Gaia, the sun god, the moon god, and it is a great existence that gathers one huge life system after another.

Those stars, those planets, those who are witnesses to these eternal events, have unreservedly imprinted all their feelings into the soul of the writer Long Xiu.

That long and terrible experience dragged the soul of the writer Long Xiu to the point of collapse.

Although the gods are great, how long has the history of the gods, the existence of people, the existence of consciousness, and the birth of gods.

Although the writer is great, but how long the civilization represented by the writer is, there is no eternal civilization, there is no eternal kingdom. 10,000 years, 10,000,000 years......

And how long the life span of the stars. The Sun, which has now passed about 5 billion years, has a lifespan of about 10 billion years. And that's just the lifetime of a star.

The endless light of the stars, how many stars, how many planets the power absorbed, this is completely incalculable, such an astonishing number of stars multiplied by tens of billions, this long time, this vast experience, is completely enough to drive people crazy.

Human beings, in front of the stars and the immortals, are really too small.

Light, the light of the stars, gradually the body of the writer Long Xiu, emitted a strong silver light, and the stars in the universe constantly flashed together, as if they were constantly asking questions.

Long Xiu, the writer who had been dragged into the terrible river of time, suddenly 'woke up', and he understood why time had such a terrifying power, even immortals would become corrupt in the face of a long time. He understood how small the writer was in front of the path of the eternal stars, and how small the history of civilization was in front of the experience of the stars.

In an instant, the writer Long Xiu seemed to have spent hundreds of millions of years, trillions of years, and the long time, the long torrent of time, and the terrible endless experience that these stars had experienced, so that the writer Long Xiu's comprehension of the way of the stars had been superbly improved.

Listening to the whispers of these stars, the heart of the writer Long Xiu also became immersed and became dead and silent. The endless power of the stars instinctively converged into the body of the writer Long Xiu, and at this moment, the writer Long Xiu had the power of the stars no less than Zheng Shuanglong, and the comprehension of the stars.

This is the initiation of the Dao, the possession of the spirit of these stars fluctuating at the same time. Everything is so simple, everything is so easy. As long as you maintain the same mind as heaven and earth, you can receive the infinite power that heaven and earth have given you.

However, all this is not what the writer Long Xiu wants, his basic plate is the word master, not the way of the stars, and it is impossible for him to give up the field of the word master and specialize in the way of the stars.

Therefore, Long Xiu, the writer who "woke up", felt heartache and felt pain. The long experience and eternal time, although the soul of the writer Long Xiu was not completely destroyed, but after such a long journey, is the writer Long Xiu still a writer?

When the Tao of the Stars was engraved on Long Xiu's soul, when the power of the Scribe had been destroyed for trillions of years, Long Xiu was no longer a Scribe. The brush in his hand is no longer so secure. The spirit of words that can be written is no longer the spirit of words of the writer.

At this moment, Long Xiu is another Zheng Shuanglong, a master of the stars who is not based on the way of the stars.

The paintbrush in Long Xiu's hand seemed to feel his pain, seemed to feel the disappearance of the writer, and poured the power of words and the power of civilization into Long Xiu's body with all his might, and in an instant, Long Xiu's body expanded more than three times, and while healing all the injuries, he became a giant.

However, even the infusion of this huge civilization power and the power of words still did not replace Long Xiu's memory of the writer. The comprehension of the writer.

People can remember the memories of ten years, one hundred years, even thousands of years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, and millions of years, but what if it is a long time of hundreds of billions of years, hundreds of millions of years, after this terrible long time, receiving the memory of these endless stars, Long Xiu still remembers that his name is Long Xiu, and he can still keep his soul from collapsing, which is already a great blessing in the sky.

No matter what, Long Xiu's soul already had a rotten aura emanating from it.

This is decay, decay, death, and the end, and Long Xiu has come to the end of the road. (To be continued.) )