Apocalyptic Forecast

"I can see it."

　　 Yeats shook his head regretfully, pulled out the bookmark that broke at the same time, and threw it away: "How is it recovered? Do I need to bring another one?"

　　 "No need."

　　 Lu Baiyan rubbed his wrist, and replied coldly, "About 90%, that's enough."

　　 After the long imprisonment, it is the first time to experience such ample feelings, the divine spirit is blooming, the stigmata is running smoothly, and at the same time, I also feel this resonance that is almost close at hand.

　　 Another big commander.

　　 The one who replaced everything and took away all of his future.

　　 "It's so dazzling."

　　He whispered softly: "It's so dazzling that it's hateful."

　　Why can anyone shine after falling into hell?

　　 "Let's start, Yeats." He said, "Isn't the stage you want already in front of you?"

　　 "One step forward, there is no turning back." Yeats asked, "Did you think about it?"

　　 "I didn't make a choice seventy years ago. After seventy years, I have to live to understand. I have never thought of looking back."

　　 Lu Baiyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Is the spotless inkstone, even if it is white, is it useful?"

　　 is just a display.

　　 "Then, let's start--"

　　 Yeats smiled: "The journey of "Towards Byzantium"."

　　 At that moment, the pages of the book in his hand slowly unfolded, and the chapters written by poets who were once out of the world surging out like flowing water.

　　 And the figure of the man gradually became illusory, turned into countless flowing characters, and quickly spread.

　　The things from the Fallen Kingdom are like the soul of Yeats, and they show their true meaning here.

　　——The poem from hell!

　　 distorted the world in front of me.

　　 "This is not an old country, young people embrace each other——"

　　 In the void, there was a hoarse murmur: "In the dying generation, birds sing in the trees. Swimming fish, beasts or birds, and Xiazhong praise, everything that is born and died..."

　　 is calling here, the arrival of ‘hell’!

　　In an instant, the cold wind above the snowy field became more and more violent, and the roar of terror rose from the distant crust, and the projection from **** surged behind the clouds, drawing the outlines of countless behemoths.

　　 At the end of the mountains, the traces of the track were warped.

　　 As Yeats disappeared, a huge door slowly emerged.

　　 The hell-like stage slowly opened, and the gate to the other side of the paradise opened.

　　 In the snowy field full of corpses, the derailed train unexpectedly roared like a beast-more viscous blood spurted from the crack, and the low sound of bone growth continued to emerge.

　　 In the end, like a living thing, opened countless pupils.

　　 Once again, follow the tracks and start sending forward!

　　 towards hell...

　　 The sound of the siren was like a sharp laugh, tearing everyone's eardrums.

　　 "Let me see how good you are, Huai Shi."

　　 Lu Baiyan stood in front of the broken window, staring at his opponent coldly: "Or, do you plan to sit there and watch me leave like this?"

　　 Among the mountains, in the flying wind and snow, the water from the bonfire hanging stove boiled again.

　　 The sweet smell rises from it, which makes one's forefinger trembling.

"smell good."

　　 Raymond sniffed the fragrance and asked curiously: "What did you do?"

　　 "The red cabbage soup I learned from a Russian priest a few days ago is simple and convenient. It is most suitable for picnics. It can't be used to entertain guests who meet."

　　 Huaishi sat on the chair, sighed towards the ten fingers, smiled and replied: "If you want a thick soup, the secret lies in slow simmering, controlling the temperature, and slow work."

　　He said, "Patience is a virtue——"

　　 Along with his words, wisps of red steam rose from the pores and spread in the cold wind, bringing intoxicating warmth.

　　 The bonfire burns more and more fiercely.

　　 The sound of wooden blocks crackling in the flame overlapped in one place, blending into the increasingly turbulent wind, as if someone was roaring in a distant place.

　　 The roaring sound was looming in the wind and gradually spread.

　　 The fire became hot, but the color became pitch black, just like all the darkness in the world condensed into flames, burning wildly, tormenting the cauldron of hell, and sublimating the calamity in it to new crystals.

　　 So, the water mist flying in the wisp of air holes became more vivid and scarlet.

　　 is like blood.

　　 When the thunderous roar rises from the mountains, the wind and snow become denser and more violent. The extremely cold storm is like crawling on the ground, swirling and dancing with massive amounts of snow powder.

　　 In the end, the sweet fragrance spreading around the campfire whizzed towards the world below.

　　 So, the pale color seemed to have been ignited by the wisp of steam, turning into blood red.

　　 Between the sky covered by gray clouds and the frost-covered earth, that ray of blood quickly spread and multiplied, like oil falling into a tank, staining the colorless wind with its own color.

　　 was just a thin strand at the beginning, but the further downward, the killing intent that had been cooked for a long time in the heart became greater.

　　 In the end, under the stirring of the invisible spoon, the blizzard turned into a violent wave of blood.

　　 The crimson storm was ignited by the curse.

Wherever 　　 went, everything turned to black under the rage.

　　Returning to the deadly world, only the roar of the storm spread, and the scene of the doomsday came coldly on everyone's heads.

　　 swallow everything.

　　 At the foot of the mountain, the hut in the forest raised its head in amazement, feeling the horror, maliciousness and curse that surpassed my imagination in the storm. I couldn’t help it, shivering——

　　 is not shuddering because of this terrible sight, but the deep frustration and horror he feels when he perceives the gap between himself and the teacher.

　　 Can’t imagine, what kind of malice must be exerted in the tormented cauldron to reconcile such a terrible curse from countless disasters?

　　 At this moment, a **** storm is coming.

　　 overwhelming.

　　Between the heavens and the earth, only the tempest roaring like a sword blade, countless cold light surging from the **** color, wandering ferociously.

Wherever 　　 passed, all the earth was cracked inch by inch, and all the barren forests fell apart.

　　 The towering trees flew up along with the ice and snow, and were urged to be broken and cut. The countless green pine needles quickly became pitch black, turning into sparks and surging in them.

　　In an instant, the entire train was swallowed.

　　 perish, rise from the cauldron, and fall from the sky again!

　　 Numerous high-pitched and piercing sounds burst out from the storm, not only the railroad tracks falling apart under the ravages of the storm, but also cracks continuously surfaced on the hideous train, with blood spewing out.

　　 The stern cold light broke through the air, tearing the hatch, wiping Lu Baiyan's eyes and flying past, leaving a **** red mark on his cheek.

　　 The curse surged, seeping into the wound, deep into the bone marrow, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

　　 The open wound squirmed, and a butterfly crawled out, slowly spreading its wings, and metamorphosing from the cocoon. On the dark wings, the black eyes were stained with scarlet.

　　 The train shook violently, and countless fragments fell off from it, smashed quickly in midair, and turned into stone cocoons one after another, from which countless butterflies flew out and opened their wings.

　　 against the **** storm, rushed into the sky.

　　 Soaring in the curse like a fish in water, quickly transforming oneself, transforming the environment, and turning the curse that can kill everything into a nutrient pool for self-growth.

　　Under the will of Daisimei, **** seems to be turned into a paradise.

　　 Countless black butterflies are like ink, flowing slowly in the sky and the sky, where they pass, outline the traces of their debut, turning the whole world into black and white.

　　 is like a picture of **** drawn by splash ink.

　　 That is the large group he has cultivated, and the ink butterfly has been transformed from the solidified essence of hell!

　　 At this moment, the world turned into white paper, and the train outlined by the wild thick ink ran violently, passing through the tyrannical **** storm, galloping toward hell.

　　 At that moment, a loud noise burst from the sky!

　　 The train shook suddenly.

　　 A section of the carriage was cut off from the middle.

　　 Then, a second loud noise burst out, roaring from the side, tearing the surging sea of ​​butterflies, and violently opening the top of the carriage. Only a sharp iron light passed by.

　　 A paper knife roughly cut the freehand famous painting in front of me.

　　 Everything is falling apart quickly.

　　 in the same roar of shelling.

　　 Steel wings spread out from the **** storm, countless waves of crows hovered above the sky, and those hungry predators indifferently looked down at everything below their feet.

　　 When Huai Shi raised his finger, an angry red light gathered from one of them. After the qualitative change of the elemental weapon was attached, the iron crow roared and swooped toward the earth.

　　 is like a cannonball out of the chamber, rubbing the air, burning to crimson, carrying this solidified anger, falling from the sky!

　　 The dancing ink color was defeated, causing layers of ripples.

　　 Immediately after ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the burning raven burst into pieces, spreading countless fragments, and once again shattered an entire carriage!

　　 Soon, in the cage of dreams, the returning wisp of source material was reborn. The excited crow rose from the water, and after getting rid of the water droplets on his body, he squeezed to the front of the TV and began to watch the broadcast provided by the live companion. Others got into the cage again and started queuing...

　　 This roller coaster ride is exciting!

　　 And when Huai Shi's palm was raised again, hundreds of firelights rose from the rising of the crows-no longer the previous small slaps of one and two rounds.

　　Anger, sadness, compassion, virtue, pain, resentment...

　　 fully loaded.

The black and white world was torn apart by the surging light, and the sky also changed colors in accordance with Huai Shi’s mind, reconciling with each other. When the chaotic colors surging, it shrouded everything in the shadow of despair. .

　　 At this moment, when Huai Shi’s raised fingers slipped down among the mountains, thunder bursts through the world of death covered by ice and snow.

　　——Extremely Yi·Symphony!

　　 Since the return of Helios, this is the first time that Huaishi has tried to go all out in the struggle-the source of God’s nature has shrouded the entire snowy field with the light,

　　 After the long homology finally ended, what fell from the sky at this moment, gathered the fury from the entire ice and snow wasteland!

　　天籁, come!