Apocalyptic Forecast

"People and trees are not the same."

　　 The low voice 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], come!

　　 ""Suluzhi Quotations"?"

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

　　 That is also the precious treasure stolen from heaven by the Golden Dawn... 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. !

　　 corresponds to the Great Mystery 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 be temporarily disintegrated-a short-lived hole is cut in the ten thousand-foot high wall, thus To be able to infiltrate the power of **** into the present realm!

　　 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 dragon flute's observation filter to the maximum, feeling countless floating lights and shadows from the abyss rushing into his soul, burning and tormenting his will.

　　 eyes wide.

　　 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 Cronos's 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. Accompanied by his hoarse roar, countless vanity knives and pens were soaked in ink, crisscrossing in the void.

　　 Sketching began.

　　 towards 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 　　 came to the present realm, the hunger and thirst will spread throughout the entire wasteland, breaking everything into the category of food.

　　 I 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 self-revenge!

　　 A momentary shock.

　　 Huaishi finally feels the crisis of death, close at hand!

　　 Your opponent has started to shake people?

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

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　　 "To survive 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 who was taking a nap on the sofa with saliva suddenly raised his eyes.

　　 It was like waking up from a long dream, his muddy eyes turned blood red, and he stared at the empty seat opposite the table.

　　 is like an old beast, choosing people to eat.

　　 can be very fast, and quickly trance...

　　 The short sobriety is over, and he fell into a dream again, but he mumbled the name in his mouth and chewed his 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'm your good friend."

　　 "Good...friend?"

"Correct."

　　 Woodman replied: "We used to have brotherhood."

　　 "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 drowsiness, 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 discovered before it could be spoken. You are really worse off every day. You can't even fool a person with 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, anyway--"

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

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

　　 is like a bad signal.

　　 Video freezes.

　　 The growth of the sea of ​​ink 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 falling stone robe is like silk, showing a wonderful texture.

　　 The creator's eyes are drooping, seeming to be contemplative, but it stops the world.

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

　　 Innumerable laws and his will, the passage opened by Suluzhi's quotations, was completely 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 ketchup, full of sweet and sour: "After you left, I called him again... and suggested one, small, suggestion."

　　 Woodman's smile gradually dissipated, becoming indifferent and regretful.

　　 "I can't hold my breath than I expected, Sharma..."

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

　　 There was a distant and indifferent tone, "Now, 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.

　　, watching so indifferently, weighing 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, knowingly asked: "What happened? The first time I saw Shao Ren can not 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, his face 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.

　　 penetrated deeply into his body.

　　 Take root!

　　 The hoarse roar sounded from among the countless dead branches. The cry of the baby and the roar of the man overlapped in one place, and gradually 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 was not acting on the outside, but on his body, quickly correcting all deviations and fallacies, making two completely different powers, At this moment, perfectly blended together!

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

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

　　 "——Andhra's medicine, can't you fix it?"

　　 The white rainbow draped as clothing, why is Chang Yi so grandiose? Where did you get the immortal medicine, but you can't keep it for a long time?

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

　　 was originally used to deepen the fusion of Da Shiming with his own large group, transforming with divinity, and a new level of mystery, but now it completely merges him with the reflection of the remnants of the world!

　　 There is no difference between each other.

　　 At this moment, Lu Baiyan has become the purest solidification person.

　　 After thoroughly devouring 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 disaster!"

　　 When the phantom of the giant tree that survived the remnants of the world reappeared behind him, it became completely different from just now.

　　 The once twisted and withered branches are now fruitful.

　　 Countless afterimages of Lu Baiyan pierced and hung on it, as if hanged on the corpse of the greedy tree, swaying in the cold wind, scarlet eyes lifted, countless lips opened and closed, and there were overlapping and echoing sounds.

　　 is full of malice and curse.

Countless huge ink butterflies rise from the branches, and the wings spread all over the giant eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then the sticky ink is sprinkled, and the ink falls into the soil, like seeds, rooting and growing rapidly. There were countless thin and hideous afterimages.

　　 is no longer as erratic as it used to be, but a nightmare fruit that grows from hell.

　　 keeps coming.

　　 Exceeding 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, stained with pitch black.

　　 The hell’s Daisi Ming raised his finger, causing the endless dark ocean to boil, and swept out toward Huaishi!

　　 An entire **** came under pressure.

　　 is the enemy of the whole world.

　　 This is the most terrifying part of Daisimei.

　　 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.

　　 While Huai Shi, it is hard to conceal disappointment.

　　 across countless distortions, looking at his opponent.

　　 was puzzled.

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

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