Thriller Paradise

The twilight of the gods is finally coming to an end.

In the moment of the gods of the main universe, those who are from higher dimensions have focused their attention on a player.

Unstoppable and Infinit’s battle, it has become a fateful battle that spans two dimensions and determines the fate of countless people, gods, and demons.

Win, or negative.

It will bring the two worlds... to two very different futures.

In this atmosphere of tension and suffocation, I think... it should be divided into two...

Let's first take a look at a few other things that are not yet done...

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Look at the kingdom of the dead first...

But seeing the figure above the main hall of the city, three figures, standing side by side in front of the throne.

The three people are Li Ruoyu, Gu Xiaoling and An Yueqin.

At this point, the members of the Magical Demon Church have left, and they still have a lot to do to clean up; the Emperor and the King of the Kings also went back to the reasoning club, and they will prepare for the coming new era; As for the invisible demon, that is, the mirror of zero... It’s already long gone, not knowing where to go.

At this time, he stayed in the main hall. In addition to the new "Lingwang" on the throne, it was the three players on the front line of Hell.

"So... let's get started."

After communicating with the players, Fu Ling stood up. I saw her raise her right hand, out of thin air... In a blink of an eye, a sword with a hilt and a sculpt figure appeared in her hand.

In the next second, if the rain, the little spirit, and the flower three neatly stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, and slightly lowered their heads.

Of course, they are not trying to propose to Fu Ling, nor are they going to bow their heads to confess what they are; they are waiting for the "canonization".

"The country of immortality, the ambition of ignorance." Fu Ling will erect and erect in a respectful manner, standing vertically on his chest, and abruptly preaching, "Respecting the ceremonies. All the spirits are together."

At this point, Fu Ling slightly sideways, looking at the rain in front of his left: "I am in the name of the spirit of the king, the power, granted [like the rain away] ..." she said, while gently, Steadily pick up the sword and use the back of the sword to touch the back neck and shoulders of the rain, "...the name of the Knight of the Necromancer."

When the word "name" was exported, a burst of white light shrouded the rain, and a "cloak" with a shoulder was quietly behind her.

It was a set of bone-colored shoulders, and the back cloak was pure white with silver edges; in the middle of the cloak. It is also printed with a special coat of crystal color... This is the symbol of the new "Lingwang", which is like a broken rose made of broken human bones.

"A vow to the king, all the spirits to learn." If the rain also raised her head, she said her "Knight's Declaration"; thus, a brief canonization ceremony is completed.

Long story short, after granting the name of the knight to Xiao Ling and Hua Hua in the same way, Fu Ling put the sword back and turned back to the throne.

Subsequently. She smiled and said to three players: "My knights, please get up."

The three beautiful women heard the words and they all sighed. Stand up together.

"Since today, you are the "Death Three Knights" of my spiritual king." Two seconds later, Fu Ling continued. "As long as you are in the main universe. No matter how far apart, you can be a knight. Name, by the power of the dead spirit. All the spirits of the kingdoms of the ages are your backing."

After the ceremony, Fu Ling did not have to talk to them seriously. She did not like the essays. Even if she became a "new god," she still loved to speak the vernacular most of the time.

"Oh..." Xiaoling seems to be very fond of this "Knight title", and immediately laughs back. "My king is mighty~ I will report your name directly after I go out."

[Bone] is a special code for Xiaoling as a knight; all the knights of the Necromancer will have their own code name. If there is a natural rain and flowers, they are [rain] and [flower]; most of the code of the Necromancer It is a word or a word, and this word or word also implies the "ability" that it can use.

"This king also believes that you three..." Fu Ling also nodded and said, "I will not humiliate this honor."

When this sentence is finished, Fu Ling seems to think of something, and she immediately picks up: "Right, where is the madness now? With his credit, it is OK to seal him as a prince."

"He still has something, I am afraid I will come back to meet the spirit king in the future." If the rain returns.

"Well... that's okay." Fu Ling took a sentence and looked at the look, seemingly a little disappointed.

"But..." If the rain immediately said, "He arranged a person, I hope you can leave it with you."

“Oh?” Fu Ling’s face was suspicious. “You can’t leave the world’s travellers in this world, how can this person stay?”

"The one left is not a stranger like us." At this time, the flower indirectly passed the words, and took out a thing from the bag, "but... he."

After that, she launched the jade in her hand.

When he was awkward, a tall red eccentric shadow flashed in front of the throne.

When Fu Ling saw the moment of the uninvited guest, his expression changed immediately. Because she only looked at it, she felt the amazing power from the other side...

"Is this the new spiritual king?" The blood corpse is not a very polite person (let's call him a human). When he appeared, he looked at Fuling up and down, commenting, "I don't want to kill it." The guy who won the spirit is good."

"Who are you?" Fuling looked at him nervously and asked, "Why I never knew... there is such a presence in the main universe."

"That kind of thing... I will talk to you slowly later." The **** **** is still in his own way. "I will stay here for a long time anyway."

"What are you doing here with me?" Fu Ling asked.

"When you are a hitter." The blood corpse replied.

"You?" Fu Ling heard it, it is also strange, "You ... give me a 'hand beater'?" She is not questioning the lack of ability of the blood god, but feels that... in terms of a "hands", The opponent’s combat power is too high...

"That is an unconscious idea." The blood corpse spread his hands and said, "Of course, I don't mind... On the one hand, I need a broader space for cultivation; on the other hand, I am fighting for you. In the process, I can 'freely eat'." When he talked about eating, he laughed. "Oh... Speaking, do you have the kind of prisoners waiting to be punished? I am just hungry."

Looking at the demeanor of the blood corpse god, listening to his words, Fu Ling, the spiritual king can not help but a little embarrassed.

"Ling Wang adults." Xiao Ling saw her hesitation, and took the opportunity to follow the road. "You can rest assured that the blood **** is trustworthy. Let him stay here, it is indeed the meaning of our head." Aton. Again, "At the moment you are on the throne, the foundation is not stable; the kingdom is also a great loss of strength, and everything is to be determined; in this case, the blood corpse **** can just replace the 'dead spirit Jiukui', for you to charge, Solid country Anbang."

"Yeah..." Huanhua also smiled and said, "In any case, his pursuit is to finish eating his opponents... leaving you here is undoubtedly a win-win situation."

"Well..." Fuling thought about it and thought they said it makes sense. one way or another. It’s impossible to seal up a **** corpse to seek squatting. If he really wants to do that... he won’t help himself on the throne from the beginning. “Well, since it’s not meant to be... She turned her head and looked at the **** god. "I have no reason to reject such a powerful warrior."

............

At the same time, the mirror world.

This world of black and white is now gray.

The sky, the abyss, the cinnabar road, the sun, the moon, and even the shadows and dust... have become gray.

Mirror magic. already dead.

The mirror world has also become an empty shell that has lost its master.

And it was like the vastness of the ocean, and it was also poured out from the broken six mirrors. Filled in this empty shell.

"Fu" dreams fell on the gray cinnabar road, facing up to the sky... I gave myself a cigarette.

He is still alive, but the injury is so heavy that he can no longer sit up on his own strength.

"Bad boy..." Zen brother took a sip of cigarette and looked at the gray sky. "I know why you apologize to us."

Yeah... Why did you apologize to your four teammates before attacking the mirror? The reason is... he knows that the blow made by the left hand of the trial will not only kill the mirror, but also kill himself... the power of it will also involve everyone around him. Give a devastating blow.

"There is still the guy who knows how to swear by Shen..." The dream stunned for a few seconds, and said again, "I said that I have put down the 'captain’s burden', and the result... I still took a sigh of relief before dying, help me 扛Lively fatal injury, huh..." He smiled awkwardly. "It’s obviously going to leave me the 'last hope' and continue the game."

Soon, Zen brother took the cigarette out.

The pain in his body was not relieved at all: "Ah... In short, I still have to find a way to deal with the fractures of several key parts, or else it is difficult to get up..."

When he read this, he gritted his teeth and tried to turn over.

"It doesn't take much effort." But at this moment, a strange voice was introduced into the ears of Zen.

At this moment, the heart of dreams and sorrows... sinks to the bottom of the valley.

There is an instinct to tell him that the person is not good...

"Oh... let me guess..." Meng Jingchan looked at the strange figure wearing a hood and stood next to him. He sighed and asked, "Is it for you?"

"That's right." Dorma looked down at the dream and said calmly.

"You are coming to kill me?" Meng Jingchen asked again.

"He did tell me... When I came to this mirror world, I might meet one or two dying, undead guys." Dorma said, "Now it seems... you are the only one One of them."

"Call..." The dream stunned and sighed, and it seemed to be a fateful one. "There is no way to take that person... It’s counted that it’s not leaking, not even leaving it to others, in a sense... "He simply gave himself a cigarette. "The kind of man... is so cool and charming, isn't it?"

"Is this your last words?" Doma did not want to talk to Zen, after all, they are not familiar.

"Fu" dreams to sing out a smoke circle and picks up, "This man... and let me die, understand?"

In his sentence, he did not raise any substantive questions, but... Dolma understood what he meant.

"My name...Dorma." Doma stretched out his hand and pointed to the dream of Zen, "the **** of eternal life." His fingertips gradually condensed the purple light, "after receiving this 'six-mirror gift' I don't have to spend too much time, I will become... the world, the strongest god!"

After the words, the purple light is now.

The energy beam released by DORMA easily hit the head of the dream, and the latter immediately died and turned into white light.

Then, Dorma took off the hood of the jacket, revealing his general face of Fliesa (yes, he grew up like this).

"I don't know..." Dorma opened his arms, and he was so arrogant that the sky's demon rushed toward him. The scene was like a mad dragon, and it was full of glory; and his mouth was still full of words. "You... I really found a good place for me." (To be continued.)