"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Sikong picked up the dirt on his body, covered his nose and slowly stood up, waving the choking sand in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thanks to this heavy rain, the sand and dust were absorbed by the raindrops, and soon the clouds and wind were light, revealing a large crater, which completely blew up half of the green mountain and leveled the ground.

A broken arm, hanging on a branch not far away, and a head with an open scoop of melon seeds just rolled to Sikong's feet.

Stunned, still floating on the frozen face, Sikong looked at the legendary alchemist with only his head left at his feet, and sighed: "You said you killed someone, just kill it, you have to go to the grave to jump, do you think the grave I dug for that kid is really just a look?" ”

A drop of the blood of Christ rolled out from the heart of this person's eyebrows, different from the blood of Christ that Sikong had obtained before, this drop of the blood of Christ was incomparably pure, clean and crystalline, with clear spring water, not like blood, but like elixir and jade dew.

"I didn't expect that the evil thoughts that have plagued me for ten years will have someone to crack the ......"

Sikong shook his head, picked up this drop of pure Christ Blood, and then collected the remaining five drops of Christ Blood with evil thoughts in his heart.

Whatever the legendary alchemist did to extract the evil thoughts from the Blood of Christ, this unique method was lost forever as he died.

But Sikong doesn't regret it.

You can think about it again, this blood of Christ is gone.

Walking to the grave in front of the mess in the lonely city, Sikong looked down with empty eyes, and was surprised: "Good guy, this powerful one, the coffin with a thick finger is blown to pieces......"

I saw that in the grave that had been blown out of a deep pit, there was a pungent smell of sulfuric acid, and there was even more coke left after the violent reaction, and a few saltpeters fell on the tombstone that was broken into several pieces, and it was still sparkling.

When he failed to defend the lonely city and kill the gods, he was pierced through the heart with a sword, which became a stepping stone for the current Rhea gods.

Sikong Yin was haunted by other gods, and when he arrived, he was left with nothing but a devastated battlefield, a corpse, and a broken wooden sword.

After that, Sikong carried a coffin, wept all the way, howled, sprinkled paper money, and sent condolences, and walked through most of Middle-earth.

But no one knew that inside this coffin was not a corpse, but a coffin full of high-purity black powder!

In front of everyone's eyes, Sikong was on the green mountain, in a lonely grave, buried gunpowder, left a press lead, and dug a pit for today, six years later!

Sikong looked at the tomb that had been razed to the ground, and instead smiled: "The blood of Christ, the paladin suit, this competition is enough......"

Thirty-six drops of the Blood of Christ and one hundred and eight paladin suits are the biggest gains of the ten years of competition, and you can get back the harvest of reality.

But Sikong looked at the holy sword that was inserted on the ground, not moving at all, covered by the black and white liquid in the polar magnetomatrix, and his brows furrowed.

"I'm going to kill you......"

Suddenly, a childish child's voice came, and I saw that the little elf was disgraced, picked up a stone, and smashed it into Sikong's lower abdomen.

Sikong kicked out, and the elf was like a rag doll, with blood in his mouth, and he got out for a long time.

"Father, mother, you bad person, return my father and my mother!"

The elf looked at Sikong coming, his big eyes filled with tears, his mouth pursed, and his puffy face was covered with mud, but he was not afraid at all.

'Whoosh! ’

A knife was compared to the elf's neck, Sikong's hand was very steady, and with a slight movement, a shallow scar cut through the elf's white neck.

There is a faint natural fragrance that comes from the blood of the elves.

But the elf still raised his head, stubbornly looking at Sikong, and did not hide his hatred.

Kill him?

Sikong was a little silent.

Instead, Sikong sighed, kicked the elf in the abdomen, full of strength, and threw it directly into the flood under the green mountains.

'Plop! ’

The water splashed, the bubbles gurgled and the elves were still struggling in the flood, risking their heads

But a wave rolled in, and the weak figure of the elf suddenly disappeared and disappeared with the flood.

What is the significance of the new life born during this competition?

The organizers of the contest did not explicitly state it, and all contestants did not know about it.

Sikong looked at the surging flood right now, and said to himself: "Whether you live or not, it depends on your creation, and I can count it as an experiment......"

Sitting on the cliff of the green mountain, stepping on the air with both feet, Sikong looked at the flood in front of him and the colorful Tong in the distance.

Caitong is extremely beautiful, like a silhouette in the heavy rain, floating in the sky.

The sound of the rain was dashing, and it continued to fall, like the smoke and rain in March, falling on Sikong's bronze mask, giving Sikong a refreshing coolness.

In the last days, there were bursts of screams and roars in the distance, but after the bloody battle ended, Sikong was extremely leisurely, such as picking chrysanthemums to the southeast, sitting on the cliff, enjoying the catastrophe of Middle-earth.

With the death of the alchemist, the bone spear in front of his chest also reappeared and turned into evil thoughts, and rushed into Sikong's body.

The big wound with the hole appeared hideously on the chest shield of the dragon pattern armor, and the blood was gushing out, and no matter how Sikong contracted his muscles, he couldn't slow down even a little.

Sikong is indeed unhappy, but the game is about to end, but he can drag the injury to the end, and enjoy this legend that belongs to other people's heroes.

Time is like water, sitting and watching the world in the air, like a sculpture, engraved with traces of wind and frost.

After all, the Silver Frost Dragon fell, and was divided by the King of the Hunters, plundered his luck, and from his corpse, gave birth to a new dragon god.

The Supreme Staff also fell to others, and after Sikong, it became the weakest deity.

Sikong coughed often, but only retched, and no more blood flowed out.

It's just that, as the world goes by, the underground river breaks through the surface, leaving the tumbling flood less than ten meters from the soles of his feet.

Even once in a while, a big wave would come and flood his knees.

'Stepping on ......'

On this day, the sound of footsteps came from behind Sikong, and Sikong didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

The fragrance of the bluegrass is very light, but it annihilates the rust and fishy smell from the flood under the feet, overflowing and rushing, this fragrance has accompanied Sikong for ten years.

"It's coming......"

As if he had known that this person would come, Sikong looked at the divine light rising and falling in the sky, and the stone pillars, and did not look back.

"Hmm."

A soft nasal voice came, and a woman with long braided hair, a slender and slender figure, an attractive appearance, and a dignified and cold woman sat next to Sikong.

Seeing the hideous wound on Sikong's chest and the bloodless face peeking out from the edge of the bronze mask, Huo Wu said softly, "Are you leaving?" ”

Sikong nodded, but was speechless.

Silence permeated the two of them.

Suddenly, a colorful light suddenly descended from the sky, illuminating the entire Middle-earth world, and the supreme heaven was born, and the gospel was preached.

A true god dressed in white, whose face could not be seen clearly, but who had boundless mercy shrouded the world, walked out of the light.

He is Yahweh, the only true God who knows and omnipotence, and the progenitor of all Western magical civilizations.

However, his appearance, the eight defeated gods who had been ordained by him did not come to the audience.

Just because, from behind the gate of the underworld, there are demon gods who cross over to pick up the stars and the moon, swallow the mountains, and make the eight gods have no skills.

Huo Wu looked at this scene, but Dan Feng's eyes were faintly attached to the mist, as if he was blinded by the wind and sand: "I'll leave you a contact information, when you get to the 'Candle Star Domain', I can be your guide, it's free......"

Huo Wu looked over his head and looked at Sikong with a smile, and his slender and round legs accidentally touched Sikong's knees.

Sikong was still silent, noncommittal.

Seeing this, Huo Wu's eyes were slightly red, don't turn her head away, and look at the sky.

Ten years of fighting, she vaguely guessed that after Sikong competed this time, he would quit the cultivation class, and he would not even log in to the second world for a long time.

However, Sikong is like a piece of wood, and he has been pretending to be crazy and stupid, and he is silent.

Sikong's face, hidden behind the bronze mask, became extraordinarily calm.

People are not plants and trees, and after ten years of getting along, he and Huo Wu can be said to share life and death, and faintly have feelings.

Huo Wu's thoughts, how could he not know.

But with the great enemy of the 90,000-year-old empire pressing on his head, he is tormented in hatred every day, how can he have the leisure to talk about the red dust of children's affection.

What's more, Fire Dance is also a commonplace enemy in a sense!

He didn't just live for himself, but also for the thousands of relatives and friends behind him.

Emotion?

With a sword, he took it for granted and moved forward generously!