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At this moment, the blood-colored enchantment spell under Bai Shuo's feet emitted a scarlet light, as if a huge door had opened.

The river of blood that surrounded Bai Shuo finally found its way back, like the four seas bursting its banks, violently pouring into the open barrier, and then disappeared without a trace.

More and more distorted malice gathered in the blood, until the malice that had accumulated in the final enchantment was about to break out of Chen Jingmo's grasp.

Bai Shuo still had no intention of stopping, and fought with Alcatel for the endless river of death regardless of the possibility of a backlash at any time.

Gathering the resentment and will of all monsters, the river of death is full of unprovoked anger and twisted killing souls.

Blood is the currency of the soul, the currency of life. Bai Shuo took half of London's lives and souls from Alcatel's hands, and sealed the lives of these monsters in his own enchantment without care.

If the commander of the 'Last Brigade', Major, was still alive, he might have clapped his hands and laughed happily, right?

He might sit in his chair and make a triumphant declaration: "This time, it's me who won." ”

Because the river of death that has been integrated into the blood of 'Schrödinger' is no longer in an unusual state.

He knew this, and Bai Shuo also knew it.

The cat-eared boy who has been smiling with a teasing smile is the real trump card of the final brigade, and he is also the dead man who almost eliminated Alcatel in the original plot.

After his suicide, the river of death has been integrated into his blood, assimilated by the nature of his life.

Just like his name, Schrödinger, he is a 'cat' who can make 'self-observations'.

He himself moves freely through this unpredictable world, and just before he feels himself, he can exist anywhere and not exist anywhere at the same time.

Now he has melted into the river of death of thousands of lives, and he can no longer perceive himself.

Then, what will happen is already predestined.

Anyone who dares to devour the River of Death will be assimilated by Schrödinger and become an 'imaginary number' that exists but has no substance.

This huge 'collection of imaginary numbers' will completely disappear from this world.

But for Bai Shuo now, it is no longer a burden of any fear at all, and it is not without a solution.

"Assimilation began ......"

A burning flame suddenly rose in Bai Shuo's eyes, and he could feel the unstoppable transformation beginning from the depths of the Dead River.

Instead of stopping this transformation that would make him lose his physical substance, he spread his hands unhindered, allowing the sweeping waves to engulf him.

His figure disappeared from the ruins of London little by little, along with the endless river of blood, and lost its trace along with the King of Monsters.

Once the essence is lost in this world, then for the main god, the trace of his existence is only this empty name, and there is no change in strength, and there is no way to increase the difficulty.

Not being observed by the world does not prove that it does not exist, nor is there no way to return to the world.

In the original plot, Alcatel fought 3,424,867 monsters in the Dead River in the endless darkness that did not exist anywhere.

It took thirty years to kill all the lives except for his own accident, and he was able to return to the world.

Now that you've decided, let's do it.

Kill 3,424,867 monsters, plus one monster king: Alcatel.

At the moment when the changes swept through, Bai Shuo could feel that the six paths of the wheel had changed from an entity and energy to an empty concept like himself in an instant.

It is a transformation between beings, and it may only take a moment, but this moment is not short for the life within it.

The soul that contained the divine power of Jizo suddenly erupted, as if an invisible hand instantly pierced into the existence of the 'Wheel Six Paths'.

A firm will begins to make irrefutable changes to one's own state.

The law can't be changed, so what about the concept of operating on itself? For Bai Shuo, it was difficult but not impossible to get the help of divinity.

The surging malicious souls in the infinite river of death in the huge enchantment were instantly wiped out, leaving only the purest 'concept', which was integrated into the whole of the 'Wheel Six Paths', occupying one-sixth of the area.

Strife, killing, never-ending wars, this is the path of assuras.

At this point, among the six realms distinguished by the two karmas of good and evil, one of the three good paths, the Shura Path, has been completed!

The path of the earth, the path of Shura, the path of hell......

The prototype of the Three Realms, the six ways of the wheel, Bai Shuo has already obtained one-half!

It seems like a moment, and it seems like many years have passed, and all the souls who have been involved in it have lost the length of time, and for imaginary numbers, time has no meaning.

It's like closing your eyes and opening them again, and the world changes.

Space has lost its concept, the limit has lost its borders, and after losing the observation and traces of reality, they are left with the purest existence, and there is no stop of war.

The malice in the river of death continues to split, and infinite enemies slowly emerge in this incredible land, opening their eyes.

After a long distance, Bai Shuo saw the king of monsters who opened his eyes.

The two of them showed a hideous smile and killing intent at the same time, at this moment, the final war is about to begin!

The hand in Bai Shuo's hand tightened, and Chen Jingmo looked at the almost infinite number of enemies in front of him, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "What the hell ......is this?" How many enemies are there? ”

"How about a total of 3424864+1 enemies? Are you afraid? Bai Shuo turned his head and teased in a long-lost tone: "Do you want to hide in my arms and scream?" ”

"Don't." Chen Jing gave him a silent look: "It's just that I suddenly remembered what I said about others a long time ago." ”

"What?"

Chen Jingmo cleared his throat, coughed a little, and then whispered: "We are the four friends of Huangshan, and we have always advanced and retreated together. If you come up one of you, it will be four, and if you come up a hundred, you will be four......"

"Poof......" Bai Shuo laughed: "I'm sorry, where is the slot?" I can't find it, and there are only two of us. ”

"In the end, it's still a group fight, but two is two."

Chen Jingmo didn't look at the enemy who was screaming at them, but turned around and put his arm around Bai Shuo's neck, shaking his body with a sweet smile.

"As long as I'm with you, the rest of the people don't care so much."

"It's irresponsible to say this, so it's better to blame me for the matter."

Bai Shuo hugged her body tightly, sniffed the fragrance that she hadn't smelled for a long time, and laughed: "By the way, how can I come at this time?" ”

"Smile, just smile."

The light of soul resonance lit up from the bodies of the two of them, and in the light came the samurai covered in iron armor and exuding the aura of death.

Hideous as death, majestic as an emperor.

Exuding the aura of tearing the entire world apart, Bai Shuo assumed a posture of attacking the countless monsters that came at him.

Fearless and never retreating, if you could see his expression, it must be a relieved and fearless smile, right?

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"Ahh Ahh Ahh ”

In the midst of the gunshots on the battlefield, there was a strange scream of a middle-aged man, and when the phantom of the fist finally stopped, he shook his right hand and pointed at the armed soldier in front of him: "You, you're dead!" ”

For the soldier opposite him, with a gun in his hand, the other party's attack just now seemed to have no strength, as ridiculous as a breeze.

He unknowingly raised his gun, and the moment he aimed at the enemy, he tapped ......

Knock ...... Knock ......

The movement in this feeling was repeated five or six times, and he found out in disbelief that his body could no longer move.

Suddenly, as if lava had been initiated, a fierce fiery aura clashed left and right in the body.

"Oops, weird, ...... Exploded ......"

In the strange sound of flesh and blood bursting, the soldier in front of the burly middle-aged man turned into a strange corpse.

A scream came from behind him, and Changsun Wu instantly rolled to the right, dodging a string of deadly bullets before laughing: "This is, Beidou God Fist!" ”

Kenshiro, who was standing outside the battlefield, suddenly turned his head with some embarrassment, as if he couldn't bear to look at Changsun Wu who was rolling around in the rain of bullets.

In the wind and sand of the desert, I could vaguely hear his residual self-talk: "This guy ...... The name of the Beidou God Fist is not shouted when you are forced to run around......"

When the chaotic gunfire ended, several Nazi soldiers with guns behind the bunker sweated profusely and looked at each other: "That guy...... Is it dead? ”

In the flying smoke and dust, nothing could be seen clearly, but the shadow of a corpse on the ground could be faintly seen.

The burly soldier holding the machine gun spat at the hot barrel and turned his head to look at his soldier: "Who is going to take a look?" ”

When the eyes of several people converged on one person, the most unlucky guy took two steps back, lifted the bulletproof shield under the gloating gaze of his companions, and held the shield with some anger and helplessness, and cautiously walked out of the bunker.

Slowly approaching, he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

He was relieved until he saw the blood from a distance not far from his own. That monster is *** ten, is it dead?

When he got closer, he screamed in fear, and it was his already dead comrades who were swept away by machine guns on the ground.

He suddenly turned around and shouted behind him, "Little ......"

The voice cut off abruptly from high-pitched horror to an abrupt halt. When he stopped screaming, he heard the distant sound of bones shattering from the wind and sand.

"What's small?" Changsun Wu came out of the bunker where he was hiding just now and shook the blood on his hands: "Be careful? Sorry, they can't hear it anymore. ”

What happened next was already clear at a glance, and in the sound of the enemy's bones shattering, the old eldest Sun Wu stirred up the muscles on his body to pose and narrated himself:

"Beidou...... When the door hole is broken! ”

This story tells us not to underestimate the fanaticism of middle-aged people.