The sky was high and the clouds dispersed, and the uncle and nephew stood quietly opposite each other, without much to say. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Because they all know that the words have already been said, since the words are not speculative, then the next thing is naturally to meet each other.

He wants him to die, but he doesn't want to die, so he can only fight.

Only after seeing the real chapter under his hands, the person who stands at the end is qualified to decide who lives and who dies.

It's as simple as that.

Mr. Two didn't bother to argue with Nangong about who was in the demon, so he shot directly, but before he made a move, he also made a move.

Seeing him take one step, Nangong was already far away in the world.

However, it was not Nangong who moved, but Mr. Er, but the person who was far away at the end of the world at this time was not Mr. Er, but Nangong.

The so-called end of the world is the other side of the world.

Today, Nangong is standing in his own world. In this world, Nangong is the center. So Mr. Er, who took a step, was turned away from the world and came to the edge of the world.

This is Nangong's domain.

There is light, there are shadows, there are mountains, there are waters, there are trees, there are flames, there are iron swords, there is the flow of time, and there is endless space...... It's not just a realm anymore, it's a real world.

Nangong's realm is the real world.

His power, originally contains a lot of knowledge, the five elements of the rune pattern, gave him the power of the five elements, the light character of self-enlightenment, the character of the town, is the embodiment of the power of space, the instant eternal magic, is the extension of the law of time, since the dragon god gave two dragon scales, it has increased the attributes of light and darkness.

The nine laws of the world, time, space, light, darkness, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, have been integrated.

And now, his power is fully opened, his whole body is dragonized, and through the appearance, he has traced back to the source, and has insight into the root of the law, so that he has this real world.

The biggest difference between this world and the rest of the world is that it is real!

It was a part of the Valley of the Queens, but when Nangong's power and divine consciousness covered it, it became his world.

In fact, all fields exist in dependence on the real world. It's just that in other people's realms, its masters can use some of the laws, and the better ones can use more, and the better ones can use them to perfection. If it is more extreme, it can even break the law and shatter the realm itself.

It's like stabbing a painting with the tip of a knife, completely destroyed.

But no one has ever been able to create a law in any case - yes, never.

This is the truth.

However, now, this truth has been broken by Nangong. Because his realm is the real world, and he is the master of this world.

He said that if there is light, there will be light in the world.

He said that darkness should be born of light, and then there would be shadows in the world.

He said that in the world, water flows upwards and people go low, so water flows upwards and people go to the earth.

Everything arises and arises from his thoughts.

Simply put, in this world, he is God!

Therefore, he did not allow Mr. Two to come in, so Mr. Two could only appear at the end of the world.

Mr. Er raised his eyebrows, this was the first time that the color of "surprise" appeared on his calm face, and he seemed to be very surprised, as if he did not expect that the little children of the year would grow up to the point where they are now.

"In time, he may be able to surpass his father who is at the top of the world, right?"

"No!"

“...... Not perhaps, but definitely!"

"But it's a pity......" Mr. Er regretted in his heart, the better Nangong was, the more sorry he was. Silently glanced at Nangong in the center of the world, he put away his regrets, and then made a move.

As soon as I made a move, it was still a simple clamp with both palms.

Previously, he clamped Nangong into a ray of light with both palms, and at that time, because Nangong's head was very small, his range of movements was also very small. It's just that now, Nangong already has a world, and this world is still very big, so he can't clip it anymore.

The same gesture, now seems, is more like a hug.

Under the blue sky, Mr. Two opened his hands like this and embraced the world of Nangong. Then, the moment he raised his hand, the whole world suddenly became dark.

It was like a sunset star, and it was like a blinding leaf, and it was all black.

The whole world was dark, and the entire Valley of the Queens was dark, so Nangong's world, of course, also fell into darkness. At this time, in Nangong's eyes, heaven and earth had disappeared, and all that was left was the slowly approaching arm of Mr. Er.

This arm bend used to be familiar and warm to him, but now, there is only terror.

In the next moment, Mr. Two was already embraced.

Suddenly!

Creak...... Creak...... Nangong's world immediately let out a piercing scream, like an eggshell that could not be squeezed, deafening. It can be seen with the naked eye that Mr. Er's arms are still slowly advancing, invading Nangong's world point by point.

The next moment, the world shattered.

So Nangong was held in his arms by Mr. Er.

Only this time, he couldn't turn away from the light again.

Because the only thing that can confront the world is the world itself. Mr. Two also has a world that belongs to him, and his world is in his palms. Although not as perfect as Nangong, it is stronger than him!

And it's a lot stronger!

Now, he holds Nangong in his arms, which is to trap him in his world. In this way, even if Nangong turns into light again, he can't escape from his world.

Mr. Er hugged him very tightly, which made Nangong suddenly remember the situation back then.

But the problem is that he hugged it so tightly that it made Nangong feel difficult to breathe, and he would die immediately the next moment.

...... He will hold him to death!

"Woo!"

Soon, Nangong spit out the first mouthful of blood, and the extremely tenacious body of the Five Virtues was also forcibly squeezed out of the rootless ribs by Mr. Two.

Then came the second and third bites...... The more blood spurts, the more it spurts!

When it became less and less sprayed, Nangong was already angry. In just the blink of an eye, his body had shrunk in half with the blood spurting out and the broken ribs.

And seeing that his nephew, who regarded him as his own, was about to die in front of his eyes, under his own hands, Mr. Er had no intention of letting go, he hugged him tighter.

The tighter he hugged, the faster Nangong would die.

At the moment when Nangong was about to lose consciousness, a voice suddenly lifted his spirits, and this voice trembled slightly and said, "Second brother...... Do you really want to kill the only bloodline of the eldest brother with your own hands?"

The person who spoke was Sanniang.

At this time, she was behind Mr. Two, looking at him fixedly.

"He had to die. Mr. Two said indifferently: "Since the eldest brother can't do it, then this sin has to be borne by me, the younger brother." ”

"But I won't. ”

"You don't have the right to refuse. ”

"You've already killed Ziliang, haven't you killed enough......?! Why do you have to be so cruel and have to be so desperate? He's just a child!" Sanniang cried silently and shouted in despair.

"He's a kid, but he's also the son of his eldest brother. ”

Or...... Or you can seal his power, or even abolish it...... Yes!" Sanniang suddenly lit up with a light of hope, and begged: "You can seal his power, as well as his memory, just like the eldest brother did back then! I promise you, I will definitely take a good look at him in the future, and I will not let him cultivate again, let alone ......."

"Do you think you can do it?" Mr. Er interrupted her, looked at Nangong again, and then said pointedly: "Do you think you ...... Can I do that?"

Sanniang's plea suddenly came to an abrupt end.

She looked at Nangong, but the light in her eyes dimmed, replaced by desperate sadness.

Mr. Er's two questions, if she wants to be ruthless in the first one, she can still do it by asking herself. But on the second question, she knew that he really couldn't do it.

Because the second question refers to the power and memory of resealing Nangong.

This matter, as strong as Mr. Er, also asked himself if he couldn't do it.

It's only ...... to blame Nangong's power is too ......

How to describe it?

Looking at the world, Nangong's current strength can be regarded as the layer at the top of the pyramid, but in the eyes of Mr. Er, it is still too weak to be mentioned, no matter how perfect his world is, it can be broken at his fingertips. But the problem is that his power is too divine. In layman's terms, his power level is too high.

Because his power comes from the divine dragon.

- Whether it is the remnant soul of the green dragon, or the transformation of the Flame Dragon God, or the two dragon scales given by the Light and Dark Dragon God...... These are all powers from the Divine Dragon.

What is a dragon?

They are dragons, they are also gods, they are the only true gods in the heavens and on the earth, not the "pseudo-gods" cultivated by the creatures of various races in the era of the gods countless thousands of years ago!

Therefore, the power of Nangong is actually divine power in essence.

Although the quantity is not much, the quality is extremely high, so high that you can only look up to it!

No matter how strong Mr. Two is, he is still a human after all.

If you want to seal the divine power with manpower, not only him, but no one can do it.

"Perhaps...... In the world, only the eldest brother has taken that step and become holy...... Can it be done?" this is the last glimmer of hope in Sanniang's heart.

But it's impossible.

Because of the existence of the seal, if the eldest brother takes that step, Nangong will die immediately, so this is an unsolvable proposition.

The seal was brought from his mother's womb, and that was his fate—his mortal fate!

Sanniang felt desperate about this.

Watching Nangong spit out blood one by one, watching his breath quickly become weak, and looking at her second brother's indifferent face, the picture of the past ten years suddenly appeared in her mind.

She remembered the small northwest town that she had never forgotten, and the home in the city.

She remembered his paintings, his laughter, the open crotch pants he wore as a child, the wisps of smoke rising from the sunset at home, and the little boy shouting to himself with a smile in the sunset......

Mother!

Too much, too much......

Sanniang's name is Sanniang, but in essence, she is the third aunt of Nangong. However, in Sanniang's heart, Nangong will always be her son, and now ......

"Is Xiaoshu really going to die?"

"If Xiaoshu dies, then what fun will I have?"

"No way!"

"He can't die! Even if I die, he can't die!"

"I must not watch him die before me!"

"Never!"

A voice was shouting in her heart, and Sanniang's eyes changed instantly, becoming like a knife like a man, like a star like the moon, extremely bright, and extremely sharp.

"Let him go!" she said to Mr. Two, "Please let go of my son." ”

"What if I say no?"

"Then die. Either you die or I die. ”

"Sanniang, are you sure?" Mr. Er frowned and looked at Sanniang very seriously.

However, it was a wisp of smoke that answered him.

That's Sanniang's hand.

Mr. Er lowered his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "Sanniang...... It turns out that you are also in the ......"

Sanniang was silent, her fingertips trembling slightly. For the sake of Nangong, she finally made a move on her second brother, with indomitable decisiveness, and decided to see death as home.

I saw her stretch out a hand and slowly grab Mr. Er's wrist. The movements are casual and gentle, like the wisps of smoke that have been wafting from the house many years ago.

At this time, Nangong, who was in a semi-coma, suddenly snorted.

Vaguely, he seemed to smell a familiar and unfamiliar smell. The smell was warm and fragrant—and it dawned on me that it was the unique taste of my mother's meal.

"Mother......" he muttered unconsciously.

Suddenly, Sanniang's tears flowed down.

It was this gentle sound that gave her the courage to die calmly. (To be continued.) )