The edge of pure land

Long Que heard someone say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, a mirror that can reflect the soul hidden under the flesh and blood, and reflect a person's past and present lives.

Just like the person in front of me.

The eyes are still the same as before, but the look is so unfamiliar.

The woman who turned around from the dusty coffee shop had white hair swaying in the wind. Her forehead hair was messy and her beautiful eyes were deep and seductive. The corners of her eyes were dotted with a touch of vermillion. Her face was as charming as a fairy in a fairy tale. , there is a kind of thrilling beauty.

Her graceful red dress was fluttering in the wind, and her snow-white skin was covered with flame-like lines. The unquenchable flame was eroding her immortal body.

She is like a phoenix in nirvana, a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and reborn.

Beautiful and almost demonic.

She was also very beautiful back then, but she had more of a girlish innocence.

We haven’t seen each other for eight years, but we are completely transformed.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Long Ling smiled, his smile was the same as before: "You have grown up."

Longque took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, blew out a smoke ring, and said coldly: "You have changed a lot, you have become... completely unrecognizable to me."

It was he who buried her in the Holy Mountain with his own hands eight years ago.

Unexpectedly, eight years later, she would return in this posture.

The emotion of meeting again after a long absence did not make him forget the purpose of his visit today. He exerted a slight force on his right foot, as if a burning red lotus bloomed, and directly stepped on the rooftop under his feet, knocking out the old man in a suit and leather shoes. The gentleman was struck down.

Gao Muli, who was in the Seventh Rational Realm, was severely injured. If his numerology hadn't been for the tide genus, and he had many ways to save his life, he might have been burned to ashes at this moment.

But even so, he still felt like he was in a fiery hell, being burned until he let out a shrill scream, and all the water flowing on his body was evaporated.

Boiled him alive.

The huge anger and pain made him roar, and he barely formed a seal during the fall. The index fingers of his hands were pressed together, and a drop of water spurted out.

Just such a drop of water, but the sound of explosion resounded throughout the sky.

The more advanced the evolvers are, the more they can control their output. They can destroy a block or even half a city without restraint, and they can also destroy local targets with extreme precision without letting any excess power leak out.

As long as you can ensure that you hit the enemy, the output range is useless at all. It is better to concentrate all the power on one point, otherwise you may not be able to break through the defense.

Like this drop of water.

Drops of water penetrate stones, and have extremely powerful penetrating power.

But when the drop of water spurted out, the red dragon seemed to flash past in the darkness and swallowed it directly, accompanied by the scorching heat.

Longque didn't even look at him, just stared at the woman in red in front of him. There were shrill sounds in all directions, and the hidden killer in the Tower of Babel took action against him.

He pulled out a black revolver from his waist and fired directly to the right side without even taking aim. Every bullet fired was like the roar of a giant dragon.

The red lotus fire exploded, burning the killers into ashes.

The killers on the left thought they had found an opportunity. Unexpectedly, the man pulled out a white revolver from his waist and pointed it at them.

They were clearly bullets from a revolver, but they seemed like artillery fire.

These killers were blown to pieces!

Few people know that Longque's soul blades come in pairs.

At this moment, a strong wind blew across the rooftop, and countless blue butterflies suddenly appeared in the wind. They flashed their wings and brought out violent arcs of electricity, whizzing in like a blue tide of cherry blossoms.

Long Ling calmly held the coffee and hummed a familiar ballad softly. The blue butterflies danced around her, as beautiful as an ancient mural.

Longque, however, had no sympathy for her. He raised his pistol and fired at the roaring butterflies. Each shot caused a terrifying explosion. He strode forward against the flow of fire, with the hem of his long windbreaker hanging on his face. Sweeping by the shock wave, it trembled like water.

He thrust forward forcefully, getting closer and closer to the woman in red.

But not for hugs.

But to bury her again.

Just like eight years ago.

"Aren't you going to use Levatin?"

Long Ling just stared at the man in the flames quietly. In fact, the words she just said about "long time no see" were just routine politeness. She has been secretly observing her brother for many years.

Watch him grow, watch him become confused.

Watch him go through the highs, watch him go through the lows.

But she never appeared in his world.

Because Long Ling knew that they would always meet each other.

"Every time I sparred when I was young, I couldn't beat you. At that time, you always said that I needed a powerful weapon. But now that I have grown up, I don't need that kind of thing when I face you. Levatin It is not prepared for you, but for the gods conceived in the mother nest of creation.”

Amidst the roar of artillery fire, Longque shot and defeated the electric butterflies flying in the sky, but the exploding electric light formed a huge power grid, as if he was trapped in it.

How could he, who once stood on top of the world, not know that the form of the White Walkers in the evolutionary chain of the Creation Brood is extremely special and has no connection with the posture in the mural.

He was shocked, forcibly burned the current, raised his cool eyes and said: "That's what the Tower of Babel wants to release, right? When you and I entered the Holy Mountain, the core secret had already been revealed by Kang Constantine took him away. Later, Constantine became the Holy Monarch, but he accidentally touched a terrible secret. Because of this, he went crazy in his later years, and he did not hesitate to prepare for many years in the Arctic Circle, but in the end he died because of it. "

The huge power grid was broken through by the terrifying roar of the dragon. The sky-burning power from the Dragon of Candlelight was enough to burn everything in the world. From a distance, the building was swallowed up by the monstrous fire, and only the lightning and thunder could be heard. The power can occasionally break through, but then disappear in an instant.

No one can get close to them.

The surging fire was enough to burn everything in the world. The seemingly beautiful butterfly also contained destructive energy. The huge energy hit them and distorted the space they were in.

Long Ling opened his white palms, and more and more electric butterflies floated, like a blue ocean tide, but filled with extremely terrifying electric light.

"You were about to touch the threshold of the Tenth Kingdom, and you should be able to feel the power of the soul. Since you have been to the Arctic Circle, you should be able to feel his anger."

"He wants revenge on the world," she said softly.

Accompanied by the roar of the dragon, the red dragon swept over and swallowed up the flashing butterfly tide. The dragon bird's voice was deafening: "Constantine's secret organization, the Tower of Babel, has the meaning of reaching the sky. . Established by that mysterious strategist. It can be said that without the existence of this person, he would not be crowned so smoothly. I remember that there are still nine beasts in the Tower of Babel, named after the beast, and everyone is the eighth wisdom world. , are you one of them?"

Long Ling smiled, shook his head and said, "No, Constantine failed to integrate the seed of the gods back then, so that the nine beasts practiced strange ghost skills. There was something wrong with them. The existence in the holy mountain was left by him. Backhand, and I’m a big part of the plan.”

In the endless electric light, the dragon's eyes were bright and fiery.

Longque stood in the center of the giant dragon and asked coldly: "Why?"

Finally close to the secret.

Throughout his life, he wanted to figure out why his sister suddenly changed into a different person. The incense from the Tower of Babel can indeed make people believe in gods, but it has no effect on him.

Since it doesn't work for him, it should also not work for his sister.

"Do you remember that I was sick when I was a child?"

Long Ling's words suddenly stunned him.

Long Que remembered.

When he was very young, his sister did suffer from a serious illness.

He was seriously ill and almost died at that time.

But it didn't take long before he miraculously healed himself.

At that time, his parents thought it was a manifestation from God.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

"I am a very rare disease variant. I have been chosen by the great god since I was born. I am not loyal to the Tower of Babel, but become a sacrifice to the god. In the beginning, the reason why our father went to investigate the Holy The mountain is just to cure my illness."

Long Ling put his hands behind his back and pointed at his brain: "You think I have changed, but in fact I am becoming more and more like Him. His thinking is affecting me, and His will is transforming me. In the beginning I can still maintain myself, but after I learned the White Walkers, I could no longer resist his influence. Especially when I woke up from the Holy Mountain, I felt like I was reborn."

In the firelight that filled the sky, she turned to look at the outline of the Holy Mountain deep in the mist, and chuckled: "I can feel His will. If it weren't for that annoying guy still suppressing His power, He would have woken up long ago. Is it right? It has been eighteen years and his power has not yet dried up."

"Medanzo?"

Long Que stared at her back and said softly.

"He is the only one in this world who can trap Metanzo."

Long Ling raised a green finger and tapped his red lips: "It's a pity that the immortal god is not complete. His core was lost five hundred years ago."

Dragon Bird's eyes suddenly shrank.

His first reaction was the seed of the gods.

But when I think about it carefully, it doesn’t feel right either.

Because what Constantine brought out from the Holy Mountain was the seed of the gods, then it could not have been lost five hundred years ago. This is very simple logic.

etc.

Five hundred years ago.

Huge fear exploded in Longque's mind.

Lu Fuji’s parents!

And that mysterious professor!

"You hear that? He's calling me."

Long Ling turned around and said with eager eyes, "I'm going in."

As the giant red dragon devoured the butterflies in the sky, the dragon bird waved his hand to annihilate the endless lightning, and struck the woman opposite with one step through the air, but only tore apart a graceful afterimage.

In terms of speed, Long Ling will always be above him.

I saw a flash of fierce lightning, and the dragon feather was already suspended in mid-air, with long waterfall-like hair swaying, as beautiful as a swaggering poppy flower: "You should remember that there are three ways to enter the Holy Mountain. The first method requires the positioning of dimensions, and the second method requires the perception of the witch... In fact, the Ministry of Life has no contact with that god now, but the gifts they once received have not disappeared. The last method is the skeleton the road."

Dragon Bird narrowed his eyes and thought of the blood and bones he saw on the ground when he flew all the way here. He suddenly understood: "You created the wave of ghosts for sacrifice."

Destroying Linhai City was just following the trend.

The Tower of Babel and the Corpse Cult created a wave of White Walkers in order to open the door to the Holy Mountain, create enough corpses, and pave the bloodiest road in the world!

"I see."

Long Que stood on the rooftop and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

For the resurrection of that god.

This tragedy of more than 100 years.

So many people died for it.

So much suffering...

He suddenly said: "Do you still remember the principles you taught me when you were a child?"

Long Ling tilted his head slightly, his black hair pouring out like water. Terrifying dark clouds gathered above his head, and the outline of a giant thunder god emerged, shocking the world.

"You once said that if we want something, we can fight for it ourselves, but it cannot be based on harming others. We abide by the bottom line of morality, and we promote noble characters in order to make the world a better place. Let us live in a better world. I remember these words, but you forgot... No, maybe you haven't forgotten either."

Long Que raised his head expressionlessly: "Because you are not her at all."

He raised his right hand, took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and flicked it with one finger.

The cigarette butt penetrated the endless lightning and exploded like a giant dragon. The roar of the flames was like the roar of a dragon, annihilating everything in an instant.

That's his technique in the Ninth Realm!

Listen to the dragon's roar!

The technique burst out in the most condensed way. At this moment, the temperature in the entire Fengcheng City reached an astonishing fifty degrees. The roar of the dragon echoed in the empty city, and there were burning embers between the sky and the earth. The clouds were burned through, revealing a sky full of stars.

Countless flames enveloped the ashes.

Just like the burned out cigarette butt.

Roar loudly!

The giant thunder god in the sky was suddenly swallowed up by flames!

This is a confrontation between dark matter bodies.

Dragon Bird crushed Long Ling with overwhelming force.

In the competition back then, he lost countless times.

But now, he just needs to win one last time!

Endless electric light roared, and Long Ling's eyes were filled with fragmented lightning. Just as she was about to unleash the eternal realm of her immortal body, she suddenly paused.

For a moment, her delicate body trembled slightly, and the flames flowing on the snow-white skin seemed to suddenly break through the restraints, as if countless giant dragons were entangled around her and suddenly swallowed her!

Burning in fire, torture in hell!

This was the death method that Longque had prepared for her long ago, because even after the unquenchable flame burned the enemy, he could still control it at any time. However, he did not exert any influence on it during this period, but let it go. It was weakened and sealed until this moment.

In conjunction with his technique.

From the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside, burn together.

Long Ling's body turned into gray inch by inch.

The red dress was annihilated in the wind.

Beauty turned into withered bones.

But there was no pain in those eyes that were full of hope.

Just smiles.

Longque suddenly woke up.

Something's wrong!

This body seems... fake!

He suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the mist. Blood on the ground emerged from the soil, along with fragments of corpses and fragments of flesh and blood, so hideous and bloody.

As long as you look down from the sky, you can see a huge totem!

The totem of the nest of creation!

At the end of the totem, there is a faint red skirt swaying.

She stood at the end of the empty road, but in front of her there was a pitch-black mountain emerging from the mist, and turbulent dark matter flowing out. Everything was exactly the same as eight years ago!

The black image is like a mountain, but also like an awakened devil.

The Holy Mountain is really awake!