On top of the crumbling earth, a battery car is slowly moving along the broken street.

Lu Wuwei had already screwed the handle to the end, but the speed of the car was still a big step behind the speed of the shattering of the Eight Mirrors, and the dust and gravel instantly submerged his figure.

Void cracks spread around him, and it seemed like they were about to fall into it soon.

Lu Wuwei calmly glanced back at the collapsed earth and sky, silently slid down the windshield of his helmet, pressed a little yellow duck above his head, and flew up swaying.

He didn't choose to leave the Eight Mirrors along the gap, but instead turned around, facing the sky full of void fragments, driving on the edge of the shattered world, towards the depths of the shattered Eight Mirrors.

Of the two orders placed by Zuo Qing, he only completed one, and there was only one person left...... He hasn't found it yet.

Before completing the order, no matter how much the sky falls apart, there is no way to stop him in the slightest.

This is the mission of Lu Wuwei.

……

Relic.

Qiang ——!

A sharp knife flashed, and Wu Xiangnan's body fell to the ground again, his empty eyes looking at the sky, without the slightest vitality.

A moment later, his body quickly reorganized, a violent cough sounded, and he staggered to his feet from the ground, gasping for air.

"How many times has this been?"

"Thirty-second."

The white-haired Wang Mian held the [Yi Mandarin Duck] in his hand and looked at him with a complicated expression, "You have been killed by me thirty-two times in a row, no matter how fast my knife is, the shadow and despair brought by death are real, don't you really take a break?" ”

Wu Xiangnan raised his head, looked at the ruins in the distance that were crumbling at an alarming speed, and shook his head.

"There is no time left, I have to merge with this source as soon as possible, and I can feel that the fit between me and it is infinitely close to perfection...... Just do it again and you can achieve the desired effect. ”

Wang Mian was silent for a moment, and sighed helplessly, "I know, then let's do it again." ”

Wu Xiangnan walked in front of the ball of origin that was only the size of a ping-pong ball, took a deep breath, raised his hand firmly again, and touched it.

After thirty-two consecutive ingestions and purifications, this mass of origin has been basically completely absorbed by Wu Xiangnan, and the origin impurities that he discharged with death have also turned into a black pond, flowing in the potholes in front of the temple.

With Wu Xiangnan's outstretched hand, the last trace of origin also poured into his body, his eyes contracted, and the next moment, a touch of knife flashed across his neck just right.

Thirty-third death.

A moment later, under the gaze of Wang Mian, Wu Xiangnan staggered up from the ground, his eyes as bright as stars.

After this rebirth, Wang Mian obviously felt that Wu Xiangnan's temperament seemed to be different from before.

On his body, he began to faintly exude a sense of arrogance and arrogance, although it was very weak, but under this aura, he gave people the feeling of being a king who dominated some kind of power, powerful and mysterious.

Wu Xiangnan sighed lightly, looked down at his palm, and a touch of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Success?" Wang Mian asked.

"Hmm." Wu Xiangnan nodded, "I have fused the origin with me, stuck at the last critical point, as long as I am reborn again, I can give birth to a wisp of law for a short time......"

"What type of law?"

"The Law of the Sun." Wu Xiangnan said calmly, "This origin is the sun origin that fell from the Amaterasu Great God, and correspondingly, it can only give birth to the law of the sun.

No matter what the law is, it doesn't really mean much to me, my own strength has not reached the divine realm, and I can't mobilize the power of this law at all, its only function is to act as a weapon to kill the gods. ”

Wang Mian nodded slightly.

From this point of view, this law is really not in line with him, as an agent of the god of time, his own gods are related to time, if he rashly introduces the law of the sun in his body, it is purely self-defeating, once he does this, he may not even live for three months.

The collapsed void crack spread rapidly in the ruins, and Wang Mian glanced into the distance, his eyebrows solemnized:

"Where do we go next?"

"The Eight Mirrors are about to be destroyed, and that thing should be about to be born...... Only by borrowing it can we enter Takamagahara. ”

Wu Xiangnan took off his blood-soaked clothes, took out a neatly folded, light blue cloak from the backpack on the side, and draped it solemnly and solemnly.

Seeing this, Wang's expression became complicated, "I haven't seen the uniform of [Blue Rain] for a long time...... It seems that you really don't plan to turn back. ”

"From the moment I first absorbed this Origin, there was no turning back." Wu Xiangnan's palm gently rubbed the light blue cloak, and he spoke calmly,

"Even if it is hundreds of kilometers away from Great Xia, I want to be here to let the imprint of [Blue Rain] shine for the last time."

The voice fell,

One light blue, one dark gray, two figures quickly disappeared into the sky along the shattering sky.

……

Misty Japan.

A cloud quickly streaked over the wreckage of the city, speeding away in a certain direction.

"Mr. Lu is a senior at the human ceiling level, so he is not so prone to accidents." After listening to the descriptions of several other people, Lin Qiye smiled.

Baili Chubby nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the huge black-gold sky that covered the sky over the entire Japan, and he couldn't help but ask:

"What's that? When we came out of the 'human circle' before, it didn't seem to be? ”

"That's the blade of an artifact." Lin Qiye drove the somersault cloud, and while flying directly below the blade, he explained, "Back then, the Guojin God forged the Nine Disaster Tsu Blades in order to one day unite the nine knives and be able to condense an artifact-level Disaster Tsu Knife.

It is rumored that the Disaster Knife after the integration of the nine swords is an artifact of the same level as the Tiancong Cloud Sword, which can cut through the high heaven plain, the hometown of the gods, and is also the last reliance of the Guojin God to defeat the Tianjin God......"

As soon as he was halfway through his words, Lin Qiye suddenly froze in place.

"Cut through Takamagahara...... Cut off the ...... of Takamagahara," he seemed to think of something, his eyes gradually lit up, and he muttered this sentence.

The rest of the people looked at each other and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

"I know why the old man Wang Mian must send Chubby back to fifty years ago and keep the gap in the 'human circle'......" In Lin Qiye's mind, all the clues were connected together, and a look of enlightenment appeared on his face,

"His purpose is not only to save the tens of millions of people living in the 'human circle', but also to save the Nine Curse Blades!"