The world is full of light, and the Lord is worthy of being the only true God who is omniscient and omnipotent in the future, even if the power of faith is greatly reduced, under the siege of the eight gods, it is only a little embarrassed, and there is no substantial harm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Floods are raging, demons are making waves, slaughtering the world, and destroying all living beings.

However, the contestants who have survived so far are all amazing and decisive under the entire starry sky, and the speed of the reduction in the number of people has decreased.

With the Thousand-Eyed Demon God dead and the new Great Demon God having not yet stepped through the portal of the underworld, the remnants of the contestants joined forces and were able to resist the demon's attack.

On the green peak of the broken wall, Sikong and Huo Wu stood side by side.

One is a beautiful woman with red crisp hands and red phoenix eyes, which is better than the April day in the world.

One is a knight with half-dry eyebrows and vicissitudes of life, just like a knight on a bleak night in the autumn wind.

The temperament of the two is not harmonious, but when this flood is monstrous, it has a little more strange beauty.

"When I'm gone, you take this, if he doesn't die, maybe you'll be able to survive to the end......"

Sikong handed a white feather to Fire Dance, but said something ambiguous.

Huo Wu took the bright wing, a little silent, but wisely took out a box from his arms.

The box is carved from the wooden core of the elf tree, inlaid with magic gems, there are lines between the gems, and there is a faint water vapor, and a complex and mysterious magic array is engraved at the bottom of the box.

When the box was opened, there were one hundred and eight angelic tears, which were shining brightly.

Sikong saw the soft lines of Huo Wu, and the face that gave birth to a glowing jade light under the heavy rain, and the eyes of the Danfeng were immersed in sadness.

Seeing this, a trace of hesitation flashed in Sikong's eyes, but instead he was shattered by resolute destruction, leaving no trace behind.

'Smack! ’

Sikong patted the elf tree box, and one hundred and eight angel tears floated beside Sikong like stars dotting the starry sky.

"That's?"

"Angel tears! How did the missing angel tears end up here?! ”

There were bursts of astonishment, but I saw the one hundred and eight angels shedding holy light with tears, orbiting the planet with a satellite, and rotating around Sikong.

The holy light is rich, Sikong is on the cliff, and he is dressed in dragon pattern armor, on which there are both blood-colored plum blossoms and traces of erosion over time, telling the sonorous vicissitudes of the past.

Quiet and majestic, Sikong stood there, and people subconsciously gathered their eyes.

Then, Sikong looked at the divine light in the sky and stepped out.

'Coax! ’

Stepping on the void, a white ripple suddenly spreads, and as the distance increases, it becomes clearer and clearer, passing over the flood, the hill, and the head of the demon.

Alarmed the whole of Middle-earth.

"This force is ......"

Even the gods in the air were shocked by the sudden power of this strange army, and when they glanced at the earth, they saw a figure dressed in dragon pattern armor, walking towards them step by step!

'Coax! ’

'Coooooooo ’

Sikong is like climbing the ladder to the sky, step by step into the void, the white ripples are not stopped, and in the end, it even becomes the drum surface of the war drum, spreading the world with the momentum of thunder and wind.

"I'm missing a sword."

Suddenly, Sikong grabbed it, and the calm voice still echoed in everyone's ears, and a black sword shadow was seen, rising from the ground, with a crisp sound, rushing towards Sikong.

The black and white stone layer on the surface of the body, which formed the seal, was rubbed against the air, giving birth to green smoke and flames, and pieces withered.

In the tempering of the flames, under the fumigation of the green smoke, the holy sword was like a dragon that had broken the shackles, and suddenly let out a shocking sword roar, and the sword body shook!

'Wow! ’

The stone layer shattered, and a little cold light pierced everyone's eyes, and the sound of the sword did not stop, and it fell straight into the hands of Sikong.

And with the breaking of the holy sword, after returning to Sikong, the angel who rotated beside Sikong, like a starry sky, must have shed tears.

In order to protect the angels, the Templars overcame all obstacles, defeated all evils, and even sat alone and lonely for thousands of years, just to hold back the tears of the angels again.

The knights and angels did not die at the hands of the demons of the underworld, but fell into the flies of the true gods.

So, with full of resentment and unwillingness, they crawled out of the abyss of death!

Wisps of wandering heroic souls, the glory of the former angels, came from all directions at this moment, and they merged into the angel's tears and dragon pattern armor.

Then, one hundred and eight angelic tears blended, attracted and intertwined with each other, and slowly fell to the top of Sikong's head.

If a golden hoop is full of the moon, there is a scene of mountains, rivers, insects and fishes, and there are carvings of legends and biographies.

The colorful jade rope is woven into a treasure and dotted on the gold hoop, no more, no less, exactly one hundred and eight.

And above the treasure, there is a crescent-shaped ellipsoidal crystal, which is as clear as tears and as clear as jade.

The crown of holy thorns was automatically worn on Sikong's head, and suddenly, it seemed that the heroic souls of angels were whispering in Sikong's ears, and there was a hazy troubadour coming.

I have whispered the will of my Lord.

Holding the code in his hand, barefoot and bare-chested, he measures the world.

Hunger and dry bones, desolation and misery.

I said to the Lord, "Why don't you make this mortal world a kingdom of heaven and splendor everywhere?"

Lord: Man, born with original sin, takes only faith, and the kingdom of heaven will not be stained.

The vicissitudes of the sea, people are like weeds, stubble after stubble, and I have sunk for thousands of years.

If I die, I will not be an angel but a demon.

In an instant, the bright crown of holy thorns became demonic, the scenery of mountains, rivers, insects and fish became ghosts, and the crystal clear crystals turned into teeth!

The dragon-patterned armor of the dead body turned dark red, and the gentle joints gave birth to sharp horns, uneven, no longer vicissitudes, and were born only for killing.

"God is the culprit of the last days, and if mortals want to live, there can only be no God in the world!"

Sikong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly disappeared in place, and he had been reduced to a holy sword of the magic sword, and the demon flames were monstrous, slashing down at the gods in the distance!

'Click! ’

The eight gods were besieging and killing the Lord, but suddenly they felt that the cold hair exploded, and they withdrew their hands one after another, and they saw that their eyes were full of darkness, and the domineering demonic energy swept through them, dissolving the divine light, tearing it away, and actually cutting the sky in half, like a broken mirror!

"King Yue, you're crazy!"

"What are you doing! Do you want to hurt everyone! ”

Sikong's eyes were blood-red, even through the bronze mask, he could see the scarlet, Sikong looked up to the sky and roared, and his withered blonde hair fluttered.

He instantly appeared in front of the god Jialandi, and with a swing of his sword, countless souls and resentful spirits roared in the magic sword, and the sky was even blackened, almost engulfing all the gods.

'Click! ’

The spear of judgment began at the tip of the spear, opened inch by inch, and climbed up to the handle in an instant.

Jialandi only felt a burning stinging sensation from his hand, and subconsciously let go, and saw Sikong's eyes sharpened, and a palm that had once held the holy sword day and night, full of calluses, suddenly appeared on the dragon pattern armor, and slapped it fiercely!

'Hoosh! ’

Like a cannonball, Jialandi threw down fragments of divine light in the sky, and was suddenly smashed into the ocean, setting off a huge tsunami.

Sikong turned his head sharply and laughed wildly: "Today, either the ten of you will beat me to death, or I will beat the ten of you to death!" ”