Chapter 253, Death Match

Linglong made a move, and personally shot at the monster she created with her own hands!

The flame maiden that rose into the sky without the help of any magic weapons, symbolizing the glow of witchcraft and mana, began to gather around her, but in the blink of an eye, it merged into a terrifying torrent of witchcraft!

The power that is completely different from the previous Wu clan is reproduced by the Holy Witch, and the witchcraft that was once despised by the cultivators of the Central Plains is showing the power of destroying the world at this moment, accompanied by Linglong pointing at will in the sky, and the Dao streamer is like a thousand sharp swords penetrating the body of the beast god!

Burst! Burst! Burst!

The sound of Ruzhong Defeat continued to sound, but in the blink of an eye, the originally invincible monster was now full of holes, and the people fell to their knees, singing the praises of the holy woman who worshipped them, and among the people present, only Liuying and Linglong himself did not show any reassuring looks...

That immortal monster didn't die at all because of the flesh? The body was pierced and died, on the contrary, coiled between heaven and earth, the visible aura began to fill his body crazily, hideous and terrifying, and the injuries that were definitely enough to take a person's life had recovered most of them in an instant, even... The momentum of the beast god is still rising!

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At this moment, another streamer shot from the sky.

Compared with Linglong, that figure is much weaker and fragile. When the thin halo dissipated, the girl with beautiful silver jewelry finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes, but unlike in the past, Ziyan, who was always like a string of peppers, had no smile at this moment, she stared at Yiqiē in front of her anxiously, and tears of almost despair flowed in the corners of her eyes.

One step, one step...

Zi Yan's gaze was not locked on Linglong and the beast god who were fighting, but instead searched for some terrible truth in the wreckage... A great uneasiness took possession of her, and even before she knew it, she was slowly approaching the center of the most intense struggle.

Call...

There was a sound of wind blowing by. The Miao girl only felt that her body was suddenly lighter, and then she was hugged by a more solid arm, and the street scene seemed to be like a streamer in the opposite direction, retreating, and her body was getting farther and farther away from the cruel truth...

"Let go of me!"

She struggled uneasily. The tears that had been circulating in the eyes burst out, and from the gap in the white clothes, the faintly visible hell scene made it impossible for the girl to wait quietly for the bad news to come. However, the arms that held her were so strong that no matter how much she struggled, it was always to no avail.

“…”

Silent as he spoke, he didn't say anything, just carried the girl in his arms and ran away to safety—from that desperate and empty gaze, he could vaguely understand what the girl had been through... How many people in southern Xinjiang today have also experienced the pain of losing their loved ones, and how many people are in the mood of begging for death. Wave your weapon at the monster.

Human beings can have such a complex relationship with what they create with their own hands.

In this catastrophe caused by layers of misunderstanding and regret, no one can tell who did something wrong, but the loss of grief will not change because of this, and the wailing will not disappear because of this... Just like the girl in her arms, it is hard for Liuying to imagine what the torture of fate will turn her into in the future, perhaps, that fierce and bold little witch will disappear completely. In this world, there will be another walking corpse captured by hatred.

"Let go of me. Let go of me!! ”

The girl screamed and screamed over and over again, pleading... But all Flowing Shadow can do is be ruthless. He knew very well that as soon as he let go, the girl would have no future but to die in vain. Even Linglong's helpless opponent, what role can she play if she rushes forward?

But these words. How can he say it at this moment...

“…”

Silence, only silence.

The heart of the person who is crushed by the pain is torn apart, and in the midst of a wail, is the only one who can keep his mind awake happy? No, he was in more pain. unimaginable pain.

Let Ziyan struggle and kick in his arms, and the corners of Liuying's mouth left a thrilling red. That's my own suppression of myself, and it's also my own punishment for myself...

All eyes were on the heavens, staring at the warrior and the monster in battle, and the Flowing Shadow was no exception, except that he swore to his own blood—this time, the last time, to ignore such a calamity.

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What kind of realm can human cultivation reach?

If you have to say it, even if you look at the world, I'm afraid no one can reach the current height of Linglong.

The cultivation that is not lost to the three authentic leaders of the world, a secret method that penetrates the heavens and the earth, has mastered endless magic weapons, and even... With the ability to create things out of thin air, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable.

But even so, Linglong in front of him still felt a deep powerlessness.

Compared with Liuying's self-blame, she who created this monster with her own hands is even more painful... For Linglong, this qiē tragedy is just due to her own desire for immortality...

She has always been called a genius and a saint, and she has hardly experienced any big twists and turns, and perhaps because of this, she has forgotten why her predecessors, who are as brilliant and powerful as the stars, have not been able to complete the great cause of immortality. She took it for granted that from the void, with the eternal anger between heaven and earth as flesh and blood, this so-called "immortal monster" had already appeared, but now, this monster created by her is wantonly slaughtering her people.

Anger, self-blame.

Linglong, who had mixed feelings, used more powerful power than before every time she struck, but no matter how hard she tried, the beast god in front of her was not damaged at all...

Every time Linglong hit him, his strength grew even faster. Eventually, Linglong gradually discovered this, and her face seemed to be dead, as if in despair.

But the people who watched the battle did not notice this, because on the opposite side of the shrine maiden, the monster who was constantly wounded and recovering never had the intention of going crazy again. He kept screaming, as if begging for Linglong's forgiveness, his face was hideous and ugly, he had sharp suppression, sharp ghost claws, but it seemed like he was just a child who was crying on the ground, begging for Linglong's forgiveness, the physical pain could be ignored, but he felt a different kind of pain... Yes, the kind of beast god is all too familiar, from the torment of the soul.

It's a pity that it's already too late, and there's no way back. (To be continued......)