Apocalyptic Forecast

"People and trees are not the same."

Low-pitched words echoed between the sky and the earth, "The more man seeks to rise to heights and light, the more his roots struggle downward, toward the ground, toward the darkness, toward the depths—"

"—To sin."

At that moment, [sin] came!

""Suluzhi Quotations"?"

Isaac almost smashed the screen in his hand, and lost his voice in anger.

That is also the precious treasure that Golden Dawn stole from heaven... No, it should be said that it is one of the foundations of the land of nothing.

As the pillar of the “dungeon” of the “existing realm” that can move freely in hell, and a tool for repeatedly infiltrating the real world, it was the prototype and design drawing created by the earliest pioneer association when the three major blockades were laid. !

The counterpart is Zarathustra!

In other words, its own existence is equivalent to a miniature reality!

At this moment, when Yeats uses the power of Suluzhi's quotations to pry into the three major blockades, the current high wall will also temporarily disintegrate-a fleeting hole is cut in the ten thousand-foot high wall, thus To be able to infiltrate the power of **** into the present realm!

But what makes Isaac more vigilant is that this secret instrument is not only to temporarily open the realm, but also points to a certain existence in the deepest part of hell.

Some behemoth...

"what is that?"

He ignored the alarm and adjusted the observation filter of the dragon flute to the maximum, feeling countless floating lights and shadows from the abyss rushing into his soul, burning and tormenting his will.

Eyes widened.

Finally, I caught a glimpse of that hideous posture.

"Launch now!"

Isaac roared, but it was too late.

He closed his eyes as soon as he gave the order, and Kronos' stigmata revolved, instantly enveloping his soul, and began to sneak towards the past.

But soon, he was unexpectedly ejected by a trap hidden in time.

Someone has erected a high wall in the past in advance.

At that moment, the deepest sound rang from Lu Baiyan's body, and the sea of ​​ink boiled, and with his hoarse roar, countless vanity knives and pens were soaked in ink, criss-crossing in the void.

The sketching began.

Toward the hell.

As a result, in the boiling sea of ​​ink, countless sharp branches slowly rise to outline the outline of an overwhelming giant tree. The sound from **** contains hatred, and the sharp cry of a baby can be heard between the branches. ——

At the moment of coming to the present realm, that hungry will spread throughout the entire wasteland, pushing everything into the category of food.

Can’t wait to stretch out towards Huai Shi——

Through the re-creation of the doomsday painter, the surviving sinful hatred that had been hit hard in the hands of Huai Shi cast down the projection, and began his own revenge!

A moment of astonishment.

Huaishi finally felt the crisis of death and was close at hand!

Has his opponent started shaking people?

The world changed so fast that he was caught off guard.

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"Saving the remnants of the world?"

The fries in Russell's hand paused in the ketchup.

"This is your plan, Woodman?" He exclaimed softly, "What a good card—"

Beside Russell, the demented old man on the sofa who was taking a nap with saliva suddenly raised his eyes.

As if waking up from a long dream, his muddy eyes turned blood red, staring at the empty seat opposite the table.

Like an old beast, choosing people to eat.

But quickly, quickly trance...

The brief sobriety was over, and he fell into a dream again, only murmured the name vaguely, chewing hatred.

"Long time no see, Marcus, are you okay?"

In the reflection of the window, Woodman sitting on the empty chair smiled: "You look softer than when you said goodbye... Do you still know me? I am your good friend."

"good friend?"

"Correct."

Woodman replied: "We used to sympathize with brothers and sisters."

"Sympathy, brotherhood?"

The sluggish old man muttered vaguely, "I'm lying."

Woodman's smile stopped slightly for a moment.

"Flatification never comes from a great heart."

In the dimness, Marcus murmured like a dream, "The ship of lies is not far away... There is nothing in your heart, and there is nothing but bubbles in your mouth..."

Russell laughed.

"Look, Woodman, the lie was seen through before it came out. You are really worse off every day, and you can't even lie to an Alzheimer's.

What are you doing so hard to arrange for? "

"Guess what, Russell, maybe you can ask the old magical conch next to you?"

Woodman sneered and asked, "But I'm even more curious, what kind of cards your sun hides? Seriously, I don't know if you regret not being with your heir, at least you can be a hospice. "

"You think too much."

Russell shook his head mockingly: "The order of hospice care must be behind someone, maybe even his girlfriends are ahead of me.

But then again—"

He paused, and asked curiously: "Why do you think you are determined to win? Even if I can't handle it..."

On the screen of the phone, the expanding picture suddenly stopped.

It's as if the signal is bad.

Video freezes.

The growth of Mohai stopped abruptly.

Only a small icon appeared in the sky and began to circle...

On the edge of the wasteland, a stone sculpture suddenly appeared in the wind and snow.

thinker.

The meditative stone sculpture seems to have gone through thousands of years, covered with moss and the vicissitudes of time, the hanging stone robe is like silk, showing a wonderful texture.

The Creator's eyes are drooping, seeming to be contemplative, but it makes heaven and earth stagnate.

And when he raised his eyes, the whole world fell silent.

Countless laws and his will work, and the channel opened by Suluzhi's quotations has been locked in an instant. The power brought down by the remnants of the world was suddenly cut off, leaving only the incomplete outline.

——Creator Sharma!

"guess what……"

Russell’s French fries rolled happily in the tomato sauce, full of sweet and sour: "After you left, I called him again... and suggested one, little, suggestion."

Woodman's smile faded away, becoming cold and regretful.

"I can't calm down than I expected, Sharma..."

"Like you said, Woodman, there is always a choice."

An alienated and indifferent tone sounded, "Now that you have thrown coins, I just want an answer, whether the answer is in heaven or hell."

So, before the coin falls.

Don't interfere with my observation——

The lonely creator quietly overlooked.

Such indifferent onlookers weighed the weight between heaven and hell.

Wait for the flipped coin to fall and get the real result.

And now, across the long wind and snow, the two sides of the coin face each other far away--

"It seems that your reading was interrupted?"

Huai Shi seems to be curious, and knowingly asks: "What happened? The first time I saw Shao Ren couldn't shake it out, is it in bad condition?

How about... I'll give you some more time? "

His sincere suggestion: "You can perform again."

Under the solidified sea of ​​ink, Lu Baiyan slowly raised his head, and the face that was infested by the ink color finally showed a trace of hideousness as it should be.

"Huai Shi, your face..."

He whispered softly, "It's really an eyesore."

"It's a coincidence, everyone is with each other."

Huai Shi nodded and sighed lightly: "This is probably the difference in face value, there is no way to make up, please don't care-it's been ugly for a lifetime, why bother to care about the last few minutes?"

Contempt and mockery, no more concealment.

So straightforward.

At that moment, bloodshots appeared in Lu Baiyan's eyes.

The incomplete reflection of the remnants of the world screamed, and countless harsh crying bursts from the sea of ​​ink, and the stern branches were shrinking quickly, enshrouding the man.

Deeply pierced into his body.

Take root!

The hoarse roar sounded from among the countless dead branches, and the baby's cry and the man's roar overlapped in one place, and gradually, it turned into a more gloomy and harsh sound.

"Bai Ni Yingfu, Hu is this hall?"

The power of [Miracle Marking·Heaven Questions] was once again revealed. This time, it did not act on the outside, but acted on his body, quickly correcting all deviations and fallacies, making two completely different powers. At this moment, perfectly blended together!

Even if it triggers, it is a solidified qualitative change!

Among the countless dead branches, Lu Baiyan raised his scarlet eyes, and the moan from **** slowly spread:

"——Andoff's medicine, can't it be solid?"

Bai Hong draped as clothing, why is Chang Yi so majestic? Where did you get the immortal medicine, but you can't keep it for a long time?

With the power of miraculous engraving, Lu Baiyan ushered in another transformation.

The secret instrument that was originally used to deepen the fusion of Da Si Ming and his own large group, transform with divinity, and take it to the next level, now it completely merges him and the reflection of the remnants of the world!

No points to each other.

At this moment, Lu Baiyan has become the purest solidifier.

After completely swallowing this remaining power, it turned into an extension of hell——

At the moment when he fully embraced hell, the destiny that belonged to the Daisi's destiny ushered in a fall, and all the correction values ​​were quickly transformed into distortions, and what was driven was another surge in strength!

The rank of the crown wearer was achieved at this moment, and it continues to grow...

"Come on, Huai Shi!"

On both sides of Lu Baiyan's split face, a pair of evil eyes grew again: "Let me see the power of the Sword of Calamity!"

When behind him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the shadow of the giant tree that survived the remnants of the world reappeared, it became completely different from just now.

The branches that were once twisted and withered are now fruitful.

Countless afterimages of Lu Baiyan pierced and hung on it, like the corpse hanged on the tree of greed, swaying in the cold wind, scarlet eyes lifted, countless lips opened and closed, and they made overlapping and echoing sounds.

Full of malice and curse.

Countless huge ink butterflies rose from the branches, and the wings spread all over the giant eyes, and then they sprinkled sticky ink. The ink fell into the soil, like seeds, rooting and germinating, rapidly growing countless thin and hideous ones. Afterimage.

No longer as erratic as in the past, but a nightmare fruit growing from hell.

Continuously.

Beyond the limits of the past, twice, three times...or more?

Under the entanglement of the roots of the branches, the Crown of Sorrow screamed silently, dyed in pitch black.

The chief commander of **** raised his finger, causing the endless dark ocean to boil, sweeping out towards Huai Shi!

An entire **** came under pressure.

Enemy with the whole world.

This is the most terrifying part of Daisi Ming.

There are endless ink butterflies in the sky, countless aberrations on the earth, and even the air and soil are malicious to themselves. He has become the master of this hell, the real master.

As long as it is rooted in the soil, it can erode the foundation of the present world, and it has endless power to squander.

But Huai Shi couldn't hide his disappointment.

Through countless aberrations, he looked at his opponent.

Puzzled.

"There are so many people, is it great?"

He asked curiously, "Do you know what day is today?"

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