A large mass of mixed aquatic plants, soaked in the water to swell, as thin as silk, with the water waves up and down. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A reef with sharp corners and sharp edges, but its surface has been eroded by the waves so smooth that it is even covered with moss.

Suddenly, the aquatic weeds floated towards the reef, and were separated by a hard abrupt edge on the reef, revealing a handful of aquatic weeds wrapped in them...... Wooden sword.

A wooden sword that was broken, and only half of the blade remained.

The silk aquatic plants that covered the fracture of the wooden sword in this cage also broke away due to this inertia, revealing the bloodstains on the fracture that had long been dim and purple-black, and on the tip of the sword, there was still a little silt, and the bright white that had not seen the light of day for a long time and was buried in the ground.

'Whoosh! ’

The wooden sword disappeared as if it were just an illusion.

Only the water weeds that gradually dispersed were still moving with the waves, ups and downs......

"Hey, what's going on, why is the sea level lowered?"

"Could it be that the flood is receding?"

"Look there! What's that?! ”

Many people gathered on the planks and logs on the water, and suddenly found that the entire sea level had suddenly fallen, and inertia came, and many people even had an unstable center of gravity and rolled off the plank.

Then, a huge shadow floated from the bottom of the sea, becoming clearer and clearer.

'Wow! ’

First came the hideous, corpse-like bone spurs, angry into the sky, rolling floods across the spurs, and then the back of a poisonous fire, as wide as a small island.

'Coax! ’

The huge tsunami overturned the wooden planks and smashed the logs, and I don't know how many people fell into the water.

I saw a demon with three heads, six arms, and four eyes standing in the flood, surrounded by poisonous fire, and his wrists and ankles were still wrapped with iron ropes.

Looking up, the demon towered into the sky, no less than a kilometer, like a high mountain!

And the sharp-eyed people saw that on the right hand of the demon, there was a wooden sword that looked like a toothpick.

"It's it, the demon who stole the Angel's Tears and was killed by us!"

Many of the people who participated in the battle of slaying demons were incredulous, and then seemed to think of something, their faces turned pale, and their lips squirmed: "Holy Thorn Crown? What is the relationship between King Yue and this demon? Could it be ......"

A terrifying speculation has come to the minds of many people, who seem to have discovered a scam, a scam that deceived everyone!

Sikong's eyes gradually blurred, and he was godless and dead.

'Bang! ’

Suddenly, a sword roar resounded throughout the world, and a cold light was reflected in Sikong's gradually dimming eyes.

And from that earth, he rushed up into heaven.

With a single sword, the nine gods were frightened, leaving only Lang Lang Qiankun in the blue sky, and there was no divine light flickering.

A sword, but it went straight to the source of the explosion, the center of the blazing air wave!

Billowing smoke and clouds obscured the movement at the center of the explosion, and people could only hear the roar of rage and the sound of swords.

In the roar, there is unwillingness and disbelief, as if he has seen something beyond common sense.

The sound of the sword is pure and clean, without a trace of noise, like a jade spring plucked by the strings, and the sound enters the heart.

Just because the man who wields the sword is a true swordsman.

A smile barely appeared at the corner of Sikong's mouth, even if he was very weak, it was difficult to hide the rebelliousness under him, and it was even more enjoyable to deceive the world.

The past is vividly vivid, and it comes to mind when he is dying.

There is a figure of him when he first entered Middle Earth, pestle with thorns, and walked in the back of a hundred thousand wildernesses.

There are also scenes where he holds up the tears of the angel under the statue of the Angel of Tears.

Reduced to a sacrifice, everyone made a difficulty, the holy sword killed the gods, seized the supreme jade, guarded the Ai Hanging City, and the divine light hung high......

Finally, he carried a corpse on his back to the half-open portal of the underworld under the lost ocean.

"I really envy you kid, you can still go to the underworld for a walk, if I didn't become a god, I wouldn't let you ...... this opportunity"

The transparent film enveloped him in it, and he glanced into the depths of the crack in the seabed, the portal to the underworld that blinked like an eye, eerie and terrifying, and wisps of black gas wafting out.

Whenever a sea creature touched the black qi, the flesh and blood of the whole body melted away in a few breaths, leaving only the white skeleton, but it continued to swim, and the ghost fire was lit in the empty eyes.

A little divine light condensed on his fingers, outlining several intricate and mysterious runes, with golden brilliance flickering.

Then the runes were imprinted deep into the crack, and the divine light flickered, and with a clicking moan, the portal to the underworld was pushed open a gap.

The corpse slowly falls, swallowed by darkness, and finally, melts into the magma of the underworld.

He vanished from the bottom of the ocean in an instant, and the golden rune shone brightly, continuing to work firmly and slowly.

Let the portal of the underworld slowly open at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

'It's a pity that I won't see the day you kill Middle-earth......

The seamless sea water enveloped Sikong, and the icy cold came, making Sikong's consciousness gradually withdrawn.

His eyes finally turned white, and his pupils dilated, gradually moving upward.

The appearance of the sky gradually faded into darkness.

But at this moment, a scene was refracted by the water waves, and it was reflected in Sikong's gradually godless eyes, making him like he was dead, his eyes widened violently, and one by one, thick, like spider web-like bloodshot beads covered the bottom of his eyes, and even pierced his pupils.

I don't know where the strength came from, Sikong clenched his hands tightly and looked at the somewhat vague sky.

I saw that in the depths of the blazing air wave, the clouds and mist of the explosion gradually faded, and a demon that had shrunk thousands of times and was normal human height appeared, holding a broken wooden sword and facing away from everyone.

Behind the demon, the vain Lord looked at his pierced heart with a look of disbelief.

A drop of golden, oval-shaped blood slipped from Jehovah's heart and fell from the sky.

The blood, condensed by the most fundamental divine power of the Lord, shimmered with the crystallization of the nine truths, and as soon as Fang appeared, golden flowers and the kingdom of heaven appeared, and there was a faint Bible whispering in everyone's ears.

This is the blood of Jehovah, or Christ.

The Blood of Christ.

'How is that possible! How can the Blood of Christ appear artificially in this game?! Defending the lonely city hurt Christ, and in the end the god fought because of him, whether this game was an illusion or a ......! ’

The memories of the past were like volcanic eruptions, and he suddenly remembered that one night in the Lonely City, when everything was quiet, and only the night sky was white, he casually asked about the real name of the role played by the Lonely City in Middle-earth.

"Oh, that name, it seems to be called Lucifer, and as for the surname, it's a long list, and I don't have the heart to remember it......"

Sikong only felt that the overwhelming tiredness hit, and all kinds of injuries in his body accumulated into a tower, and they all broke out at this moment, only to feel that his body was light, and he was no longer conscious.