"Shape, cat cut!"

The desert yellow sand, the two who were once friends of life and death, are engaged in the most primitive fight.

The monk said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, but the irony is that every report he falls, regardless of good and evil, right or wrong, the dark light is like a ruthless sharp knife, destroying the "strange form" that Zheng Xiu has worked hard to create over the years.

"Monk !!"

"Everything is broken!"

As time passed, Zheng Xiu stood up from the pool of blood again and again, and he roared and brandished the giant scissors to unleash the "Everything Breaks Off" at the monk, and the fierce sword qi split the desert in two.

The sharp edge of the ravine stretched to the edge of the sky under Zheng Xiu's feet, and the fine sand that continued to flow towards the ravine formed a huge quicksand pit.

Divided in half was the monk's body.

The monk is half on the left and half on the left, smiling in his left eye, looking back with his right eye, and clasping his hands together.

The milky white light urges, and the "good retribution" moisturizes things silently repairing everything in heaven and earth.

"Evil is rewarded."

"Big brother, please."

The purer black light covered everything in this world, Zheng Xiu couldn't dodge, and was neatly "shaved" from the waist down, spurting blood from his mouth, and falling from the air to the ground.

The light wheel behind the monk has opened the seventh circle, and in the "retribution of good and evil" again and again, every form that Zheng Xiu uses has been completely shattered by the monk's "evil retribution", and it is completely shattered, leaving no trace.

Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner] trick, if it is sacrificed at this moment, you can see that the other side of the dice that was once blank is full of cracks, and the spinning twenty-sided dice seem to be broken at any time.

Meantime.

The prisoner's heart is in prison.

Click, click, click, on the rusty cage fence, accompanied by a sound that no one heard, as Zheng Xiu's strange form was shattered again and again, fine cracks appeared on the cage.

A piece of parchment floated out of the void, and a corner of it spontaneously combusted, landing on the table.

The parchment was full of bizarre characters like gibberish, and at this moment, in the corner that Zheng Xiu didn't see, the gibberish on the parchment suddenly seemed to have been recompiled, jumping, wriggling, twisting, and gradually changing back to Zheng Xiu's familiar appearance.

[Restriction]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]

[Fit]: [140%]

On the parchment paper that spontaneously combusted, it was recorded that Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner] fit column had risen to 100% progress, and since the moment Zheng Xiu's double knives were broken, as Zheng Xiu urged the tricks again and again to meet the challenge of the [Surprise Cage], the [Fit] quietly rose one by one.

……

[Restriction]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]

[Fit]: [145%]

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[Restriction]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]

[Fit]: [150%]

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[Restriction]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]

[Fit]: [155%]

……

Fierce fighting is raging outside.

Zheng Xiu fell down again and again, standing up again and again in the milky white light.

Contrary to the excitement outside, the heart was silently shattered, and changes that Zheng Xiu couldn't expect were happening little by little.

The dense fog outside the prison silently rolled up a whirlpool of distinct shades, like a silent stormy wave.

A pair of miserable white slender arms stretched out little by little from the dense fog for the first time in a long time.

Get into the heart.

If Zheng Xiu was here at the moment, he would definitely scold: riddle arm.

The riddle arm quietly faded from Zheng Xiu's memory a long, long, long time ago.

The riddle arm crept into his heart, at first blindly groping for something.

Soon, the Riddle Arm's wrist flipped and a gray mask appeared between the Riddle Arm's fingers.

The mask was empty, and the Riddlearm was holding it, staring at the natural parchment roll on the table.

Little by little, the parchment burned out, turning into pitch-black ash, and little by little.

The Riddle Arm revealed its mask, and behind that mask, there seemed to be a pair of eyes from the outside world, the mask facing forward, staring silently at the scroll on the table.

I don't know how long later, the other hand slowly raised, and was about to shoot it.

That arm, as if trying to extinguish the flames on the parchment, wanted to stop it.

……

"Form Nine!"

Two short swords, one black and one white, appeared in Zheng Xiu's hands.

"Commander! Mo Xie! ”

The monk is about to put his palms together and release the retribution of good and evil in the eighth ring.

Seeing that his palms were slowly closed, and the next moment, the expected light was not released, the monk looked puzzled, and when he looked down, his arms were quietly cut off together.

Zheng Xiu's speed at this moment is unreachable, as fast as lightning. The severed arms were about to close in midair, and Zheng Xiu's swords danced together, cutting the monk's two arms into flesh foam.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

The monk broke his arms together, but let out a strange laugh, jumped high, and clapped the soles of his feet together.

Syllable!

Can it still be like this?

Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and in the next second, even the person with the sword was overwhelmed by the "evil retribution".

Form nine, broken!

Another crack has been added to the [prisoner] monster.

Boundless karma was like a meat grinder, easily cutting Zheng Xiu's body into bloody mud. Zheng Xiu had never experienced such a tragic battle, death was not terrible, the most terrible thing was that the intense pain that was enough to destroy anyone's will was staged on him again and again.

"Big brother! Eldest brother! Please! ”

Zheng Xiu's face turned pale, and his consciousness was rapidly escaping. The monk's left eye was full of tears, the soles of his feet slapped again, and the light of "good retribution" once again "repaired the shattered Zheng Xiu as before".

The milky white light warmly enveloped Zheng Xiu, and for a moment, Zheng Xiu completely relaxed, allowing himself to be immersed in the milky white light.

"It's a monk."

Zheng Xiu opened his eyes, he was only skeptical just now, but at this moment he was finally convinced that the alternation of evil retribution and good retribution again and again was not only because of the limitations of "him".

The fundamental reason for restricting Him, which must alternate good and evil, is because of the "struggle"!

What Zheng Xiu has experienced now is not only his struggle with the monk, but also the struggle between the monk's "kindness" and "disgustingness"!

"Why bother?"

Under the influence of the ability of "good retribution", the monk's arms, which were cut into flesh and bone chips by the double sword, were restored to their original state in an instant. He smiled and stretched out his palm, grabbed the left side of his face, and left three blood marks on the white and handsome left side of his face, the flesh turned out, and the blood flowed down.

He laughed and shouted over and over again.

"Why bother?"

"Why bother?"

"Evil is rewarded! Reap what you sow! Isn't it good to accept retribution quietly? ”

The monk asked over and over again.

It seemed to be asking Zheng Xiu.

It's like asking the monk in the body.

In the consciousness of the monk, he is also experiencing a bloodless battle of ideas.

Smack!

Zheng Xiu just stood up and wanted to say something, when his feet suddenly collapsed, and a piece of space collapsed and sank, revealing a sea as black as a stream of data.

Zheng Xiu's face changed color slightly, his body moved, and he jumped a few steps. He suddenly realized that the scenery of the desert yellow sand was tearing apart at a speed visible to the naked eye in the distance, and the "scenery" was like a "puzzle", peeling off piece by piece, and disappearing piece by piece.

Zheng Xiu raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the light curtain in the sky that was playing the battle situation in the rest of the room.

The largest light curtain reflects the panorama of the "city", which collapses in half, and large chunks of buildings shatter and fall from the main body of the city, swallowed up by the increasingly turbulent sea of pitch black.

Among them, the light curtain between the snow and the swamp became pitch black, and the same scene of the sky falling apart was staged between the flames where his father was.

Combined with the "panorama" of the city, it was not difficult for Zheng Xiu to guess what it meant to become a pitch-black light curtain.

Zheng Xiu was silent, his right wrist shook, and a long knife with a clear blade and a long knife with a simple shape appeared in his hand.

"Form three, broken moon."

As there were more and more cracks on the [Prisoner's] monster, there were not many forms left for Zheng Xiu to change.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee! Hee-hee-hee-hee! ”

The left side of the monk's face was torn, and the shocking scar was in stark contrast to the intact other side. His laughter drew Zheng Xiu's attention back from the light curtain.

"The ghost is collapsing."

"This means that the monk is almost unable to hold on."

Zheng Xiu looked around and quickly understood the current situation.

The silver sphere in the sky, covered with glowing textures, the light became more and more abundant, cracked, and the silver sphere became larger than when it was first seen, and when you looked closely, it turned out that the sphere was "expanding" outward along the glowing crack.

It's not so much about expansion, it's about the huge silver sphere, which is "cracking", and what is hidden inside the "encryption" is about to be born!

Hourglass!

What about the hourglass!

Zheng Xiu's breath stagnated, and he subconsciously looked at the "just peace" in the sky, only to see that there was very little fine sand flowing in the hourglass in the balance.

"Meow!"

Zheng Xiu had been working desperately with the monk on the yellow sand for most of the day, and the orange cat, who had been watching coldly and without any action, suddenly stood up and meowed.

Lady Anne raised three claws: "Three seconds!" ”

"Whatever method you use, hold him for me for three seconds!"

"It's ...... The only chance! ”

As he spoke, the light curtain between the flames shook violently and went out, completely darkening forever.

Zheng Xiu's eyelids trembled slightly a few times, and then nodded calmly: "Okay." ”

He took the initiative to walk towards the monk, and with each step, his hair turned white, and with each step, his demeanor grew a little older.

Projection!

Zheng Baimei!

The monk touched his bald head, smiled slightly, and folded his hands!

Scold.

The light wheel behind him expanded outward layer by layer, opening the eighth round!

Eight rounds of aperture are silently blackened.

Evil!

The pitch-black light drowned Zheng Xiu, and boundless karma brutally washed over every inch of Zheng Xiu's skin, shaving off the skin, flesh and blood, and slicing off the muscles and bones. The monk's ability is extremely terrifying, Zheng Xiu's body is as fragile as paper paste in front of the "evil retribution", and with the impact of the black light curtain, it has become a pair of blood-stained white bones in the blink of an eye!

Zheng Xiu's head was only a little bit of flesh and skin, and in the eye sockets, the two eyes were still bright.

Life hangs by a thread, life and death are dying!

Draw your sword!!

Boom!

In an instant, in Zheng Xiu's field of vision, the heavens and the earth were still, all the sounds were silent, and the heavens and the earth were desolate!

The monk's face, the right side of the face is cruel, and the left side of the face is worried, like a painting, frozen in Zheng Xiu's eyes.

Boom!

Zheng Xiu's white hair was stretched in the air, Zheng Xiu's soul floated out, stepping on the barren yellow sand, looking at the monk from afar, and raising his hand......

A sword!

Heaven and earth are united into one sword intent!

Life and death are dying, a shocking sword!

This is Zheng Xiu's move that he left to the end, and it is also enough to make a final decision! This is Zheng Xiu's move that can only show a complete posture when life and death are dying! The peak sword intent from the sword saint Zheng Baimei was enough to destroy all the sword intent.

At this moment, Zheng Xiu seemed to be in a still space where only he could move, in this world, in this space, only the Sword Saint, only the dying Zheng Baimei, could swing freely, and the sword intent was unparalleled.

In an instant, a glance, a turn, in a tenth, no, in a tenths of a second, compressed to an extremely short moment, thousands of sword intents penetrated the monk's body, easily slashing the body below the head of the monk with eight rounds of aperture on his back, smashing into pieces and turning into flying dust.

There was no blood, no flesh, and at the moment when Zheng Xiu took out the sword, the side that suffered from the sword was deprived of even the opportunity to feel pain and feel life and death. When the still time passed again, the monk's body below the head seemed to be gently wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving nothing behind in the desert!

Three seconds!

Poof!

Zheng Xiu fell to the ground, fighting until he was only a skeleton, and the heart in his chest gradually stopped beating. It stands to reason that humans cannot survive such injuries.

Flesh sprouts grew rapidly under the monk's neck, and even if he did not use "good retribution" when he became a Buddha, he was almost immortal, and his physical body was recovering at a terrifying speed.

The orange cat ignored Zheng Xiu, who was almost dying, and she took advantage of the three seconds that Zheng Xiu had fought so hard to win, and flew up, her claws stood up, and a "authority" twisted with countless jade feet, the ultimate thing that resembled a throne, slapped towards the "peace of justice" in the sky!

No ruler, or god, would take his authority as a slap in the coffin. But once it reaches this point, it means that things have reached a point where there is no room for turnaround, and it has reached the point where a supreme being has to fight to the death in this way!

"Ahh Look! ”

Lady Anne was furious, and her authority slapped against the peace of justice!

The struggle between the authorities also means that there will be a division between the rulers.

Kiss!

In the sky, the scales that are brilliant and mean "justice" are shattered.

The response was shattered.

The response was shattered.

"Broken, broken, broken?"

The initiator of all this, the once high and elegant lord, is now aggrieved to become an orange cat obsessed with fish cakes, and even she is stunned for a moment when she sees her broken authority safe and sound, and the other party's justice is shattered.

"Meow!"

Anne is worthy of being Anne, and she reacts extremely quickly. She suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and at the same time a strange sadness flashed in her heart. Her authority is broken, long, long, long ago, because of a dead bat, shattered to nothing. But even her broken authority can shatter the "peace of justice", there is only one possibility, and now in front of them, the peace of justice that invades the glory here is also broken!

Which one...... Lord of Justice...... Sent?

Sent?

Backtracked?

His authority was thrown into this garbage dump?

Aha?

Yes???

Who killed "justice"?

Yes?????

Smashing the peace of justice, it took Anne 0.5 seconds to understand the situation, Anne took 0.5 seconds, shocked, Anne took a full second. There was a second left, Anne didn't have time to rejoice or sigh that she was a false alarm, the cat shadow moved, and instantly came to the [Emperor] who was about to disintegrate, and the meat ball was like a stamp, gently pressing on the surface of the silver celestial body.

"Po~"

"Answer my call!"

Scold.

The silver celestial body disintegrated along the lines of the surface, and a strong and graceful light covered the space and swept the earth.

"Good retribution!"

On the side, the monk who had barely reborn a pair of hands slapped impatiently, for fear that Zheng Xiu would die, and he would perform "good retribution" and rebirth Zheng Xiu, who fell to the ground.

The [Emperor] disintegrated, and layers of debris wrapped around the central light like satellites, and the already huge celestial body, after disintegrating, hung in the sky like a silver scorching sun.

The monks looked anxiously at the Emperor, what they longed for.

Time seemed to stand still.

A dejected cat floats slowly down from the sky.

"It can't be, it's impossible ......"

"Woo woo ......"

"It's over, it's all over."

Anne didn't know what she saw, and fell to her knees in despair on the desert.

Let out a terrible wail.

(End of chapter)