Chapter 5: Irresistible

Qilin's words annoyed the fallen sky. Qilin said: "Falling into the sky, I admit that I can't beat you, but you are not proud, let me ask you, since you are so powerful, why have you not been able to untie the 'exquisite pearl' on my neck for so many years?

This sentence greatly stimulated the fallen sky, and he led his subordinates to appear in front of the elites of the universe world in the way that the old man of Tianji appeared, and said to Lei Luo and Chopping Jade and his party, "Everyone, I was going to let you go, but Qilin's words made me change my mind - I am no longer patient, and today, I am going to start my plan." ”。

The Qilin roared: "Falling into the sky, if you do this, you can only let my Qilin see through a little, you fall into the sky, afraid of the old man of the heavenly machine." ”

Falling Sky no longer paid attention to Qilin's anger, and suddenly changed the subject: "Qiu Zhi, I remember that you just said that you only follow the strong, right?"

Qiu Zhi stood quietly behind the fallen hollow, without any expression.

Falling Sky's body, which seemed to be unmoved for eternity and seemed to be in constant flux, took two steps forward and continued, "I've been playing the game for so many years, and I'm a little tired. I wanted to wait for you all to refine the 'Flood Desolation Body', and then refine your eight keys, but today I changed my mind, everyone, if you want to blame, you blame the Qilin for talking too much. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a crystal clear, turquoise jade flute from his wide sleeves. This jade flute, covered in green, is so green that there is no flaw, and it is not something that should exist in the world at first glance. The strange thing is that at the bottom of this jade flute, there is a handful of snow-white brushes like a brush. This weapon, on top of which is a jade flute, on the whole, is a jade pen, a brush made of beautiful jade as a rod.

What is even more unacceptable is that people can no longer tell what it looks like except for the general shape and color of this jade pen. This jade pen, like a body that has fallen into the void, is in a paradox that is both constant and ever-changing.

"Qiu Zhi, today I will show you what a god is, what a cat and a dog are, and what an ant is. Falling Sky looked at the jade flute in his hand, sighed softly, and said, "How many years, I finally waited for the time to use you." When he said this, his empty hand gently stroked the jade pen, and the scene was a little desolate.

Stop the injury and stop the worry has been constantly trying to exert the power, but has always been restrained by a magical force, and he can't move half a minute at all. The harder he pushed, the more his strength was absorbed by the restraining force, and the scene was the same as being trapped in the secret room of the empty building. It's just that when you are in the secret room, you know that it is the stone shelf behind you that absorbs your own strength, and now, what is it that binds and stops your body from worrying and hurting, and absorbs their flocculent?

Could it be that the power of falling into the void is the same as the power of the stone shelf? Is this a very important piece of information? Stopping worries and injuries both thought of this, and wanted to transmit the sound to the people around him, only to find that even the transmission of sound could not be done at all.

Falling Sky was ready to make a move, no one could predict how he would make a move, no one could guess the purpose of his shot, a huge force of fear and oppression, like an incomparably thick iron chain, just strangled everyone's throat, and everyone was so nervous that they couldn't breathe in an instant.

There was only one person who was an accident - Suzaku.

Suzaku could still speak: "How do I feel, this matter doesn't seem to have anything to do with me? Now that the promise has been made, can I go?"

Falling Sky Hehe sneered, but no one could see where his laughter came from: "Hehe, Suzaku, this matter has nothing to do with you? You are one of the four elephants in the world appointed by the old man of Tianji, and the relationship between this matter and you is probably greater than any of them, do you think you can still go?"

When he was only halfway through his words, he held the pen in his left hand and flicked his right hand on the jade flute above, and there was a crisp sound, which gushed out from the eyes of the upper half of the flute, like ripples, and rushed towards everyone. Everyone could see the "voice" coming in. The sound was also the color of turquoise, rippling in a circle, as beautiful as a lake wrinkled by the spring breeze in a pool of blue water.

You can see the ripples coming and appreciate its thrilling beauty, but you just can't avoid it.

No one can avoid it, and no one can defend against it, because this green sound came "too fast". This kind of "fast" does not refer to speed in the general sense, this kind of fast cannot be described by speed at all. It can be said that the moment the fingertips of the fallen sky touched the jade flute, the ripples of sound tied up the elites of the universe world one by one.

The ripples of this sound, when they come in, have no concept of time at all, and they do not need to be transmitted in space, it can reach the place where it should be at any time, anywhere, at any time.

The ripples of this voice are like a green silk thread, binding everyone separately. Entangled by the ripples of the sound, everyone immediately "stopped". This feeling of stillness is the feeling that prevails in them being bound by the stone frame of the secret room of the empty building, and it is even more than the stone frame.

The stone shelf only absorbs the eight elements and flocculent force, but this turquoise silk silk can absorb any kind of force that the body wants to emit.

With just one move, the elites of the cosmos world were all restrained, and they didn't have the strength to fight back.

"The beauty of the country is picturesque, and the fame and wealth are empty. All the power in this world is an emptiness. Falling Sky looked at the more than ten elites of the universe world in front of him, as well as the black and oppressed Yuan Beast that was also bound by the voice of the jade flute, and said, "There is no eternal country, in the end, the country will change hands, there is no eternal beauty, and in the end, the beauty will become rotten bones." The beauties of the rivers and mountains are all historical landscapes. ”

The subordinates of the fallen void all looked at the fallen sky in front of them with a kind of worship of five bodies, and were deeply shocked by this incredible power. Falling Sky continued: "The world pursues the resonance of a lifetime, the pursuit of endless wealth, which can be eternal? Even mountains and rivers are not eternal, let alone fame and wealth?"

Even if the elites of the Universal World wanted to refute the Fall, there was no way to say it. Only the fallen sky gently played with the pen in his hand, as if muttering: "There is no real world in the world, but a piece of drawing paper, I am the author of this painting, and you are just my work." ”

When it came to the word work, the eternally changing body of the fallen void suddenly raised its head, and a fine light radiated from its eyes, piercing directly at everyone who was controlled by the ripples of sound.

This look is so powerful, although everyone can't move or speak, they can clearly feel the viciousness of this look, which seems to be able to tear people's clothes, tear people's skin, and expose your internal organs to this sharp eye.

Or is it only the fallen sky who is speaking: "You are all the landscapes I painted, I want to paint brilliantly, I will fill in the thick and colorful strokes, I want the picture to be monotonous, I will erase the useless scenery." It doesn't take so many people to open the 'Pure Land of Original Sin'. This old man of the Wing Clan is a superfluous stroke, I will empty you. ”

As he spoke, the right hand of the fallen air flicked lightly on the upper part of the jade pen, and he saw that the green ripples that were wrapped around the wind ghost instantly rippled, enveloping the wind ghost's whole body, and the poor wind ghost didn't have time at all, and he couldn't snort at all, so it melted into the green ripples. This green ripple is like a cloud of turquoise paint, thick and vivid. When the wind ghost completely melted, the fallen air gently waved the jade pen in his hand, and the thick pigment flowed like silk threads to the jade pen, from the eyes of the flute, to the jade pen.

Did the wind ghost be killed by the fall into the air like this?

Feng Xing couldn't speak, his body couldn't move, and even the tears in his eyes couldn't fall. Like the wind, everyone has anger in their hearts, but not only can these anger not burn, but it cannot even be expressed in the complexion.

Only the subordinates behind the fall of the void worship of the fallen void are all overflowing.

"Oh, you guys shouldn't be very sad and angry. On the face of the fallen sky, which had no expression at all, everyone actually saw contempt, "So, kittens and puppies, ants, how about I draw that old man now?"

Naturally, he would not "wait" for everyone's consent, he picked up the jade pen in his left hand with his right hand, and wrote in the air like holding a brush. When he moved the pen, the green in the upper half of the jade flute, like paint, flowed to the pen below, and the whole pen turned turquoise. Fallen Sky really used this pen and this turquoise paint to draw the wind ghost in the air. The fallen sky drew the head of the wind ghost first, and everyone could even see the excited expression on the wind ghost's face every time he drew an additional part.

When the falling air reaches the waist of the wind ghost, he suddenly stops writing. The wind ghost was like being cut off by someone, and a huge pain was clearly presented on the wind ghost's face.

Everyone was shocked again: What are you going to do when you fall into the void?

Falling into the sky sneered and said, "Hmph, I'm really sorry everyone, this person is useless to my game, why should I draw him, or don't draw it." ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his pen, and the half of the wind ghost that he had drawn dissolved into paint and flowed back into the eyes of the jade pen.

Fallen Sky raised his head and looked at the people in front of him, his erratic gaze wandering over each of them, like a ruthless butcher picking rabbits in a cage.

Suddenly, the eyes of the fallen air stayed on the body of the "Three Guards of Imperial Power". Falling Sky said: "By the way, it seems that you're the 'Imperial Guards' who won't be of any help to open the 'Pure Land of Original Sin', so I'll wipe you away!"