Chapter 123 Chapter 123

The phoenix floated lightly onto a rooftop, calmly looking at the being in mid-air, silently assessing the opponent's strength in her heart.

The other party also discovered him, and turned his head under the hood inflexibly, pointing the black hole under the hood towards him.

"God here, we have been waiting for you for a long time." Just like the unknown existence at the beginning, this guy's voice was strange and hoarse, with some strange accents: "I am the first vanguard under the throne, the god of death. I am ordered by my king to give you a new life."

"Oh? Freshman, you are so arrogant." Phoenix sneered, and a scorching red light flashed in his eyes. He gently waved the pure white folding fan in the air, and a scorching red flame blade cut through the air and attacked the strange creature.

At this moment, Phoenix was in no mood to continue arguing with these monsters. Judging from their various actions after entering the world, they did not come with a peaceful attitude at all.

The other party's goal is to seize the new origin of the world so that it can restore its own vitality, but it is self-evident what the fate of a world that loses its original power will be.

The outcome of this war is either you die or I die, there will be no room for maneuver.

The black wings behind the Death God quickly spread out, and took him back, avoiding the attack. At the same time, black mist continued to emerge from under his cloak, transforming into chains that completely blocked the surrounding space. In addition, there were several chains that entangled like poisonous snakes and stretched out towards the Phoenix.

"Surrender your origins and return to our world. The King will grant you grace and relieve you of your suffering." The God of Death felt that he had won. He did not take the Phoenix seriously. After all, how powerful could the gods of the lower world be?

"It sounds like a favor from a high position." Feng Huang curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. This sentence was just hitting his sore spot, but the other party still looked as if it was his due.

A chain finally broke through the obstacle and appeared in front of the Phoenix. The breath of death, so dense that it was almost tangible, rushed towards her, suppressing her and making her breathless.

However, the Phoenix did not dodge, but simply tapped the chain lightly with its folding fan, and a fiery red flame suddenly ignited on the chain. In the blink of an eye, it spread from one chain to all chains, and burned from the end all the way to the source.

"I really don't like what you said. Please go back to where you came from." Phoenix used the word "please" very politely. He paused and continued: "After all, your appearance is so shameful, so you should not come out and embarrass yourself? Otherwise, the average appearance of our world will be lowered."

He originally wanted to try to provoke the enemy, but unfortunately the God of Death could not understand what he meant and did not respond to such indirect sarcasm.

Their understanding of this world comes only from some monks and demons. However, being able to read memories is one thing, and understanding and applying them flexibly is another.

The scorching Phoenix Fire burned along the chain. The God of Death didn't take it seriously at first, and continued to focus on dealing with the attack. It wasn't until the cloak on his body was also ignited by the flames and couldn't be extinguished, that He finally panicked and cut off the connection between the chain and himself as if to save his life.

After losing the source of supply, the chains melted away quickly like snowflakes. However, no one noticed that the black mist did not disappear, but turned into a drop of ink-like substance, dripping silently into the ground.

The God of Death was incredulous and said, "How can you control our divine power? Impossible, you are just a god from a lower world, how can you control me?"

"Nothing to tell you." Feng Huang waved his fan calmly, and the flames were compressed into countless feathers, floating quietly behind him.

In the first round of confrontation, Phoenix detected certain characteristics of the black mist - there was no way, such a strong breath of death was really hard to ignore.

Combining the hints given by Liuhe before, Phoenix soon realized that his fire and the other's fog actually originated from the origin of each other's world. It's just that one is full of vitality and the other is lifeless, like a pool of rotten and smelly dead water.

Death and rebirth are like the yin and yang fish in the Tai Chi diagram. When the strength of both sides is equal, they can coexist peacefully and offset each other, but when one side is stronger than the other, the result is self-evident.

Since the opponent's mist can be restrained by fire, it means that his strength is not that strong, at least for Phoenix. But even so, he did not let down his guard.

He did not understand these enemies from the outside world, and did not know their tricks and back-ups. Moreover, although the Phoenix Fire could restrain these mists at this time, Phoenix had no doubt that when the situation was reversed, the opponent's mist would have the same effect on him.

We must act quickly to avoid any further complications.

The tails of the feathers flickered with bright flames, and they all aimed at the Grim Reaper in unison as the phoenix moved.

For those on the ground, the biggest threat is not the minions, but the strange mist that constantly resurrects and heals enemies.

It was obvious that the source of the mist was the cloak, or something beneath it.

The phoenix said in his heart: Since you also have wings, I would like to see what kind of bird is under this canopy.

"go!"

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired

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"Brother, stop being stubborn and come home with me. Master definitely doesn't want to see you become like this." During the break in the fight, Paper Ivy tried to wake up her brother.

She was fighting against a group of controlled "painting saints". They had lost consciousness, but under the influence of secret techniques, they still retained their previous cultivation skills, and some of them were even much stronger than the painting saint himself.

The Painting Saint simply glanced at Paper Ibis coldly, and sent out more combat forces as if he didn't know her.

The Paper Ibis was almost unable to hold on, but fortunately other monks arrived in time and took away some of the firepower.

Fortunately, even with the spiritual stones as a supplement, the loss of the "immortals in the painting" is irreversible. When their power is exhausted, they will turn back into ordinary paintings and can be destroyed with a slight pull.

After only a short while, countless fairies in the painting exhausted their strength, and their souls turned into ashes and dissipated.

"Will I become like this?" Paper Ibis couldn't help but look at her hands which were beginning to become transparent.

She looked at the lifeless black pupils of the painting saint, and suddenly felt sad. Rather than saying that he was controlling the fairy in the painting, it would be better to say that there was a higher being who was controlling everything through his "hands" like a puppet show.

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Chen Ying got his cub back as he wished. The once lively and adorable little tiger turned into an irrational puppet, turning its tender claws against its former blood relative.

But Chen Ying didn't care about these. He didn't care about the cub's struggles and attacks, nor did he care about the attacks from other puppets. He just bent down and held his long-dead child tightly in his arms.

The claws that could easily break stone pillars now stroked the cub's back very gently, and its bloody mouth full of fangs hummed a lullaby softly.

He coaxed his cub to sleep as he did every day, hoping to calm him down. But the cub had already died, and what he held in his arms was just a puppet that was forcibly kept in the world.

In the novels written by ordinary people, there are actually many stories about using love to awaken lost people. He would read them as a pastime in his spare time.

At that time, he scoffed at such a ridiculous story development, but now he wanted to try all the methods he could think of. He thought, what if, what if a miracle happened?

Unfortunately, this is the real world, and there aren't that many miracles.

The cub bit his body, leaving teeth marks of varying sizes. His already limited energy reserves were rapidly being consumed, and soon his body gradually became transparent.

The cub may not have much time left. After realizing this, he continued to transfer his demonic power to the cub, but the soul could not directly absorb this energy, so all his efforts were in vain.

"It was your father's incompetence that failed to protect you."

Chen Ying closed his eyes, and a tear passed through the shadow of the cub and hit the ground with force, splashing a few drops of water. He held the cub's body in his hands and said, "I would rather I kill you than let you die as a puppet of humans. This is the only thing I can do for you as a father."

"We are demons, born free and born proud."

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People quickly recognized their relatives among the puppets.

Not long ago, they were still together as usual, quarreling, sulking, or laughing. But no matter what, after just a few hours, they changed from lively people to what they are now, even pointing swords at their compatriots.

They witnessed their friends and family being reduced to ashes in front of them. Driven by anger, everyone wanted to kill the Painting Saint. In their eyes, he was the culprit of this tragedy, but unfortunately he was protected by many puppets and could not get close to him. Even his spells were blocked by the puppets.

“Why did it become like this?”

Zhiyi closed her eyes tiredly. She no longer looked at her senior brother who was surrounded by puppets, but recalled the instructions given by her master when she first came down the mountain.

"Painting cultivation tends to be unorthodox. You two brothers and sisters should supervise each other. If one of you goes astray, the other will kill him/her before he/she makes a big mistake."

It's time for her to make her own choice.

Everyone wants to kill Senior Brother, but no one can kill him. But this does not include Zhiyi, who knows Senior Brother's weaknesses and everything about him. She thinks that she will personally put an end to all of Senior Brother's sins.

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"The turning point of everything lies in that strange magical weapon."

Before his soul fell into chaos, the painter said in his heart.

As the paper eagle said, they found the legendary thing that can prolong life. The magic weapon is said to be made by a human elder using secret techniques, and it can extend a person's life indefinitely. At first, the painter did not believe in its ability, and just took it with him with the idea of ​​giving it a try and throwing it away if it doesn't work.

The junior sister had no objection to this, and even secretly complained about its ugliness on the way, thinking it looked like a clay pot that had been punched before being fired.

When his junior sister died in front of him that day, the resentment and anger in his heart awakened the existence in the magic weapon. It placed its hand on the painter's head and took something away. Then the painter said in a strange tone: "In exchange, I can fulfill one of your wishes."

The painter said, "I want to bring the dead back to life."

From that moment on, some strange knowledge appeared in his mind.

After that, he saved his junior sister, the dying musician, and many, many others. But he didn't realize until later that every time he saved someone, his thoughts became weirder. He used to not even dare to kill a rabbit, but now he can kill people without changing his expression... The scary thing is that he actually thought those were his true thoughts.

This is probably the price of the magic that defies the heavens. He will become less and less like himself. And just as he thought, he was later wrapped up in fame and fortune and became a painting saint. Whether voluntarily or forced, he "saved" more and more people, more and more...

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When Shen Wuming arrived, everything was over.

Paper Ion knelt on the ground, hugging her senior brother, with a relieved smile on her face.

After losing their controllers, the puppets stood silently in place, no longer responding to any external stimuli.

"Master Sword Saint."

"Paper Ibis Miss!" Shen Wuming's heart skipped a beat. He rushed forward and stuffed all the spirit stones on his body into her arms.

At this time, the Paper Ibis's body had begun to oscillate between emptiness and solidity, and perhaps because of the excessive amount of black mist, her limbs began to slightly deform.

"How could this happen..."

"Ahem... Master Sword Saint, I want to ask you a favor."

"Well, it's not a big deal. I just want you to help deliver a letter to tell my master that my brother and I are out and won't be back." She took out a letter from her storage bag with difficulty.

The letter paper was a little damp, and it looked like it had been written not long ago, and hadn't even had time to dry.

"...What about you?" Shen Wuming did not answer. He hoped that Zhiyi could go back and tell her master everything in person, instead of doing it like this...

"I can't go back." Paper Iris said lightly. Black bone spurs began to grow on her joints, just like the monsters before.

Her body had already begun to mutate, and both Shen Wuming and Zhiyi knew very well that she would only choose to die as a human.

Shen Wuming suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He had made such a great effort to get to know his friend, who was full of life and energy when he left, but now he was to be separated from him forever.

He clearly had the strength to protect the paper ibis. If he had paid more attention to this and kept some backup plans, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

"Master Sword Saint, don't blame yourself. This is my own choice." As if sensing his self-blame, Paper Ibis spoke up, "In fact, I should have died a month ago. It was only by relying on evil magic that I was able to live a little longer."

"For me, finding my troublesome senior brother before I die is the best possible outcome."

"Finally... Master Sword Saint, can you write a parting signature for me? This is really the request of my life." Paper Ibis suddenly blinked playfully, forcibly breaking the heavy atmosphere.

She's going to die anyway, and there's no next life, so let her be brave for once.

After Shen Wuming agreed, she took out the last scroll she had on her body, which was the place where her soul rested.

Now that he had no pen or ink, Shen Wuming pursed his lips, cut his finger hard, and wrote his name on the scroll with blood instead of ink.

Seeing this, Paper Ibis finally showed a satisfied smile. She held the painting in her hands, and suddenly lowered her head to look at herself, who had become unrecognizable. As if she had realized something, she showed an apologetic look to Shen Wuming.

Before he could react, the paper ibis used its blunt bone spurs to forcefully pierce the drawing paper, ending its own life in a human-like manner.

"Sorry..." But I still broke it.