Arnold came like a tyrant, and the corners of his smiling mouth cracked to the root of his ears little by little, revealing an extremely hideous smile to Zheng Xiu.

Woooooo

Zheng Xiu overlooks the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, under the feet of Zheng Xiu and Arnold, there was no more magnificent and colorful world, only a flat black earth, covered with cracks, full of devastation, and unbearable.

There are no mountains, no oceans, no plants, no human beings, no flowers, birds, fish and insects.

This situation and this scene are like a bare empty plate that has been eaten and eaten by Arnold, and there is not even a bit of wreckage left.

The faint voice of "everything" echoed in Zheng Xiu's ears.

Not only of this world, but also of his kingdom.

"All things" are crying, "all things" are dying, and all things are "wailing".

However, Zheng Xiu also heard it.

He heard Xi'er, who was carrying silk, scolding and sewing the deformed creatures as clothes;

He heard Jiang Gaoyi typing on the keyboard frantically, and the sound of cold sweat dripping on the ground;

He heard Wei Ruyi shouting loudly to everyone in a firm voice that his brother would definitely return safely;

He heard Mo Zhen singing "Haoran Righteous Song" loudly over and over again,

He heard the four orchid girls playing and singing, singing in the world;

He also heard Jun Bu laughing, laughing while back-to-back with the old divine doctor in the apocalypse;

He heard the old doctor crying out for back pain while carrying six pig-killing knives and chopping vegetables;

He heard Ji Hongrong poke the seven inches of the "snake" with her slender fingers, poked out the infatuated snake venom, mixed into her poisonous attack, and poured down a large piece with a blow;

He heard the sound of the snake squirting and complaining after being poked by Ji Honglotus, and fell softly into his sister Ye's arms;

He heard the blind king holding a flying knife in his hand, and shook it out, "Heaven and earth borrow life, and the universe is easy to luck", and the blind king reopened his eyes;

He heard the Brotherhood assassins who used to run in the streets and alleys of the Great Qiandu City, and now they were running on a bigger stage, and the sharp voice popped out of his sleeves;

He even heard the sound of the monk being alone, desperate for his body, burning flesh and blood to illuminate the world in front of the demon king's posture of destroying the world;

He also heard the collapse of the Tower of Babel, and a "humanoid" fell from the Tower of Babel into the group of distortions, crying and shouting "uncle......

Hey? It seems to have mixed in with something strange.

Zheng Xiu's mood was extraordinarily peaceful.

These voices are the tenacious and stubborn breath of "all things" when they are on the verge of death, even if they are bent and bent their backs, roaring out the voices of unwillingness and struggle.

"Shh......h

Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, put his fingers on his lips, and made a silent gesture in front of Arnold:

"Do you hear that? The food in your eyes will also stuff between your teeth. ”

It's just that when the two worlds, equivalent to Arnold's "flesh and blood incarnation", were clearly transmitted back to Arnold's senses, the hideous smile on Arnold's face suddenly froze.

The "Demon King" he slapped on the other side of the world was "neutralized".

The existence of the "Demon King" is not Zheng Xiu, the true god of the Eight Classics, but the fragile ...... "human" in his eyes who can only be used to fill his stomach.

A bald man.

A bald man who looks delicious.

Zheng Xiu said, and the clown scepter slapped into his palm again and disappeared.

Arnold's frozen smile bloomed again, and he smiled happily: "It's okay, Arnold just try harder to eat." ”

As he spoke, he flipped his palms again.

In the palm of his hand, the next "Demon King" is brewing.

In the face of Arnold's almost "threatening" move, Zheng Xiu put away his "pseudonym" as if he didn't see it, slowly raised his right hand, and held it in front of him, as if he was holding something.

Looking at Zheng Xiu's strange behavior, Arnold's movements to drive the demon king stiffened suddenly, and his head was slightly tilted to the side, using this posture to convey the doubts in Arnold's heart at the moment.

Zheng Xiu hooked his tail finger.

He closed his eyes.

Imagine holding a pen in your hand.

In front of him, there was a blank piece of paper.

Take the earth as the seat, the sky as the paper, and the heart as the pen.

It's been a long time since I've felt this feeling.

Suddenly, Zheng Xiu seemed to have returned to the cannibal painting, and his thoughts drifted back to the world in the painting, and finally the mood of being lonely for a hundred years, painting the same painting countless times.

At the end of the cannibal painting, Zheng Xiu was like a madman, almost suffered a plot, lost a battle of ideas without gunpowder, painted "Xie Luohe", and became "Gongsun Mo".

That experience left a strong mark on Zheng Xiu's path to becoming a god.

Now, he is standing in the empty space of a strange world, overlooking the devastation all over the place, and he also wants to paint a painting, but Zheng Xiu's mentality at this moment is no longer the same as that of him in the world in the painting.

Zheng Xiu's tail finger trembled slightly at an amplitude invisible to the naked eye, he was feeling the connection between himself and Fengbei, the only connection, which ran through time and space, crossed the source sea, and made the two not lose contact...... Reason.

Call!

Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, his calmness at the moment, chic and calm, was in stark contrast to the hideous Arnold.

"You know, someone once told me that 'missing' is a kind of strength."

……

Zheng Xiu is above the kingdom of God.

Xiao Wu, who was like an elf a second ago, flapping his wings and flying around blindly, seemed to hear Zheng Xiu's voice in an instant, his wings stiffened, and he was motionless in the air.

"Huh?"

The corners of Xiao Wu's eyes were moist at first, and ripples seemed to float in her empty heart.

"Why is Xiao Wu crying?"

"Why?"

"Ah......h What is it? ”

"Tears?"

"Why?"

"Can't stop it......"

Xiao Wu's tears couldn't stop flowing downward, wetting her delicate and helpless little face.

She frantically wiped her hand on her face.

Xiao Wu knows that it is called "tears", which is a physiological reaction that human beings can't help but show when expressing sadness, joy or other irrepressible "emotions".

But she's not human, why is she crying?

She's just a navigator, a navigator.

"What a waste of sources."

Xiao Wu covered his face and let crystal clear tears rush out from between his fingers.

"Nozomi ......"

The whimpering little black spat out a word indistinctly.

……

"'Missing' is a kind of strength."

Zheng Xiu began to paint.

The invisible pen sketches streamers in the void.

Gradually, a painting took shape in front of Zheng Xiu.

It's a person.

A woman with long hair tied back and a strong suit.

"What's that!"

Arnold's pupils shrank suddenly, and the flesh wriggling between heaven and earth opened a bloody mouth.

Billions of large mouths, sharp teeth open and close, making a sharp and terrible cry.

"What's that!"

"What's that!"

"What's that!"

"That's ...... Who! ”

Arnold's body began to tremble.

And the heavens and the earth trembled.

Flesh squirms slowly.

Zheng Xiu's "person" has not yet been painted, he has not even painted that face, but when Arnold saw the looming figure, the unfamiliar and familiar figure, every cell of his was trembling, and Arnold even heard a painful wail in his cells.

"Demon King!"

Arnold raised his palm, a mini pitch-black palm, and the moment Arnold raised his palm, it appeared strangely in front of Zheng Xiu, and a palm imprint was on Zheng Xiu's chest.

Zheng Xiu's face did not change, and [intuition] responded, he foresaw this palm, and also foresaw the "next few seconds" when he was smashed in the chest by this palm. I saw Zheng Xiu presciently deviate from his body, and the super mini "Demon King" easily smashed Zheng Xiu's left shoulder.

Zheng Xiu's left shoulder was bloody, Arnold made a palm-shaped blood hole, and Zheng Xiu's left arm drooped softly.

But Arnold's attack did not hinder Zheng Xiu's "painting" at all. Zheng Xiu didn't even look away, he stared deeply at the streamer lines drawn in front of him, the figure outlined.

"Just right, almost ink."

Zheng Xiu smiled, took out a piece of blood from his left shoulder with his right hand, and sprinkled it into heaven and earth.

Draw people, put the finishing touch!

The next second.

The figure drawn by Zheng Xiu suddenly became vivid, and the outline he sketched, the clothes, and the long bundle of hair, bulged, emerged, and bulged out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became real in a blink of an eye.

A slender hand with black gloves poked out of the light curtain, followed by a second.

Dressed in black, with long hair tied behind his head and covering his right eye, Yiren changed from illusory to "real", smiling and gently hugging Zheng Xiu.

"Ahh

Arnold looked at the "woman" who suddenly appeared in the sky and hugged Zheng Xiu, and after a moment of shock, he grabbed his face in annoyance and let out a scream that caused the space around him to collapse and distort.

The screaming sound turned into layers of devastating waves and pushed towards Zheng Xiu.

"Noise."

Feng Bei raised his hand, didn't look back, and slapped back.

The invisible and distorted waves stopped in an instant and turned into nothingness.

The black and dead earth was all over the earth, and the twisted flesh and blood frenzy actually began to retreat frantically in the opposite direction of Fengbei the moment it appeared, like a tide receding.

"Finally, it's quiet."

From Zheng Xiu's painting, the "Fengbei" who walked out hugged Zheng Xiu tightly for a few seconds, and then reluctantly let go.

Zheng Xiu gently hugged Fengbei's waist, and the two of them stood in the wind like a fairy couple, standing at the end of the apocalypse.

"I'm not me."

Feng Bei's cold gaze moved away from his palms and smiled slightly: "Now I'm just 'missing', right?" ”

Zheng Xiu nodded.

"I see."

Feng Bei raised his head slightly, his dark eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void and look at other worlds.

"Husband, you're looking for me."

"Missing", named "Fengbei", quickly understood the current situation.

She seemed to sense the position of the "ontology" and the current situation.

"Where are you now?"

Zheng Xiu drew "Fengbei" for the first time, and refused to let go, as if as soon as he let go, Fengbei would disappear in front of his eyes.

But he knew very well in his heart that the Fengbei in front of him was not the real Fengbei. The Fengbei in front of him is just the longing in his heart, through his paintings, combined with his memories of Fengbei, the "missing body" created.

A problem that Zheng Xiu himself didn't know, it was impossible for the "Missing Body" to know.

But Zheng Xiu still asked, with a hint of "even", "maybe", "maybe".

"Fengbei" pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out an index finger, and gently touched Zheng Xiu's lips.

"Don't ask."

Zheng Xiu was speechless.

The two looked at each other, Zheng Xiu was relieved, and it was all silent.

"Fengbei remembers that in the cannibal painting, when you got married, you promised to paint a painting."

"Fengbei Missing Body", which has all the memories of Zheng Xiu, suddenly asked a question in a playful tone: "Now the husband has finally become." ”

"But husband, the promise you have fulfilled now is it painted for me, or for her?"

Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this.

Zheng Xiu knew that what Fengbei was talking about was in the cannibal painting, when he married a woman who "seemed to be Xie Luohe but was actually Fengbei", Zheng Xiu promised three things about "Xie Luohe".

One of those things was to paint a picture of the Xie Luo River.

But in fact, it was Fengbei who promised.

At the end of the cannibal painting, although Zheng Xiu put the finishing touch, in fact, the painting was unfinished.

Until now.

While knowing this, Zheng Xiu wondered in his heart.

How can the thinking body also release the proposition.

Could it be that in his subconscious, Fengbei is the little woman who will raise her palm and desperately ask her man a proposition?

No, Fengbei is by no means this kind of person.

"Missing Body" seems to have Fengbei's character and Fengbei's thoughts, but this is all embodied by the "missing" in Zheng Xiu's heart. Zheng Xiu's thoughts thought that Fengbei would play tricks on Zheng Xiu, so he made this play.

But missing the body Fengbei was not obsessed with the answer, smiled, and left Zheng Xiu's arms, like a dark meteor, swept towards the frightened Arnold.

Arnold's body shattered in an instant, shattering into thousands of pieces, fleeing from all directions.

"Wait!"

Zheng Xiu shouted to Fengbei.

Feng Bei's figure was slightly stunned.

Zheng Xiu snorted, his hands exploded, and he drew another Fengbei.

"I'm afraid that one 'Fengbei' won't be enough, so how many more can I paint?"

Feng Bei Sinian rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Fengbei flew out one by one.

Zheng Xiu seemed to want to vent the unhappiness hidden in the depths of his subconscious when he was looking for Fengbei along the way.

Some Fengbei is murderous, some Fengbei is gentle and virtuous, and some Fengbei is ruthless.

Fengbei, who had different expressions, flew to this world in Zheng Xiu's hands like the "Fengbei Army", chasing Arnold's clone.

More and more Fengbei appeared from Zheng Xiu's paintings, and some Fengbei nodded at Zheng Xiu, and quickly passed through the invasion passage and returned to Zheng Xiu's divine kingdom.

"Your hand, it's wide!"

At this time, the orange cat bubbled up from behind Zheng Xiu, revealing the cat's head. She witnessed Zheng Xiu create a "Fengbei Thoughts Body", and in a blink of an eye, she created a "Fengbei Army", this bizarre scene she could understand, but she was still amazed, and praised: "I didn't expect you to think of this trick." ”

Zheng Xiu's left shoulder was repairing little by little, and the progress was slow. But at this moment, Zheng Xiu didn't need to make a move, he drew a total of one hundred "Fengbei", enough to be scattered in the two worlds, and make the final end to this divine war.

"In fact, when Arnold's 'Demon King' posture was Fengbei's 'palm', I was vaguely aware of it."

Zheng Xiu smiled:

"Arnold has not completely fused with the false god now, or the false god was indeed destroyed by Fengbei hundreds of years ago, and the remaining fragments of authority have developed to this day and become a new god."

But his demon king posture turned out to be Feng Bei's palm, which said one thing. Fengbei's 'invincible' is imprinted in that guy's DNA...... No, it's imprinted in the memory of the fragments of authority. ”

"Arnold may not know who Fengbei is, but that fear from the heart is enough to destroy him."

Zheng Xiu smiled: "Speaking of which, the Fengbei I drew can't have the strength of Fengbei, Arnold Danfan is a little braver, or the pseudo-god who died once and was reborn through the backdoor can be braver and break the demon barrier in his heart, but as long as they can turn around and fight, they will find that the Fengbei I drew is just paper paste, and it is useless." ”

In the sky and on the ground, a phantom of Fengbei pierced Zheng Xiu like a sharp sword at the same time.

Zheng Xiu immediately shut up.

"I mean, I can't draw one percent of the real Fengbei's amazing style."

Sharp eyes turned away.

Zheng Xiu and the orange cat glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Therefore, it was actually Fengbei who destroyed Arnold. It was the seed of 'fear' planted by Fengbei in that guy's authority. ”

Zheng Xiu said with emotion.

(End of chapter)