Chapter 836 836. The pain is like the sea, and I am the boat!
"boom--!!"
A loud bang like tearing silk exploded between heaven and earth.
The World Tree, piercing the sky, trembled violently, its emerald crown obscuring the sun and sky, stirring up boundless blue waves. And atop the swaying green sea, suspended a supreme deity draped in a long, star-spangled dress.
In her hand was a divine sword condensed from pale lightning. Her pale vertical pupils shrank like blades as she looked up at the starry sky. The dark golden cross between her eyebrows extended like a root with countless golden threads, connecting into her majestic eyes along the corners of her eyes.
As she gazed, she saw the transparent barrier enveloping the sky, rising higher above the World Tree, rippling strangely. As her gaze reached, the invisible membrane began to hum like an ancient bell, and cracks spread across the void like a plague.
With a loud bang, eighteen cracks appeared on the trunk of the World Tree, and dark chains engraved with spells broke through the air.
These shackles with swimming scarlet runes tightened like a group of pythons strangling their prey, crushing the starlight around Emperor Si into pieces.
Her cloud-like long hair suddenly ignited with blood and fire, and the cold and ancient pale flames surged out from the hem of her skirt. Wherever it passed, the space collapsed into countless black holes, and the ancient bark of the World Tree peeled off in the annihilation, revealing wounds that sparkled with starlight.
At this moment, she was like an old god imprisoned in hell, about to break free from the shackles of the underworld.
Bai Suxi looked terrified. This existence
He wants to break the seal by force!!
Crazy, really crazy!!
Although the Dragon God has been accumulating a little bit of resentment every day over the past six months, his emotional state is very stable most of the time.
But unexpectedly today, he suddenly sensed something and left the throne and rushed to the top of the World Tree, looking anxious as if he didn't want to continue sitting in this ghost place.
This was the first time Bai Suxi felt the fear of this legendary existence!
Yes.
fear!
He was actually afraid!
Within that overwhelming divine wrath, there was a hint of panic and worry about something. What was He worried about?
Or rather, He is
Who are you worried about?
"Buzz—buzz—"
The space trembled and wailed, and the eighteen dark chains that were pierced into the back of the woman in the star-shaped skirt stretched straight, and divine lightning flashed and shone everywhere. The one at the edge struggled particularly violently.
Bai Suxi knew that if even one of the eighteen chains broke, it would cause a terrifying phenomenon in heaven and earth, and the three realms would be shaken. At that time, the Star Realm, the Present Realm, and the Nightmare Realm would all be able to see the overthrow of the world and see the exact location of the World Tree in the alien space.
At that time, it would surely attract the attention of many powerful parties, and the Dragon God's revival would surely be known to those with malicious intentions.
This is not a good thing for the Dragon God.
Bai Suxi didn't understand. If the Dragon God wanted to break the seal, he should have done it quietly. What happened now that made her so angry and reckless?
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Gray world.
The sky was stained with blood mist, and countless dark purple lightning bolts tore through the clouds like giant pythons, making the scorched earth flicker.
This world is a lawless area. Even though it is in chaos and a paradise for criminals, there has been no war for thousands of years.
But in the past few months, with the advent of the legendary demon, the Gray Realm has become a veritable meat grinder for living beings.
A river of blood boiled and surged at the edge of the battlefield, its surface filled with tattered armor and twisted limbs. The rusty and burnt smells condensed into substance, transforming into a scarlet storm that swept across the entire plain.
The silver-armored army of the Holy Star Court formed a star track, and the spirit particle artillery fire wove a light net that poured down, but the moment it touched the demonized army of the Star-Slaying Alliance, it was swallowed by the black mist.
The pupils of those half-human, half-beast monsters were crimson, and asphalt-like mucus oozed from the cracks on their skin. The spiritual fire that splashed out when their fangs crushed the light blades was like a demon flower blooming in hell.
In the center of the battlefield, a giant bronze drum was suspended in the air, and the mysterious totem engraved on the drum surface emitted a dark golden glow with every roar.
“Bang—bang—!”
The drumsticks danced without anyone, and the sound waves, wrapped in demonic energy, turned into ripples visible to the naked eye. Wherever they passed, the half-demons' spines bulged, their muscles knotted, and their sharp claws tore open the chests of the three silver-armored knights.
On the bloody earth, millions of monsters roared and raised their troops to attack the sky.
At the end of the battlefield, on the edge of a cliff on top of the misty mountain, stood a tall woman in an elegant black and purple dress.
The woman wore an ancient mask with a swirling swastika on a black background. Her silver hair was draped over her back, and her temperament was elegant yet dignified. Although her cultivation was not obvious, she inexplicably exuded a terrifying demonic nature.
Keep away from strangers.
A hundred meters behind him, a scarlet hand bone suddenly broke out of the rocky ground, and grew a spine, ribs, and skull. It eventually turned into a three-meter-tall giant skeleton with ghost fire all over its body.
Plop—he knelt respectfully on one knee, his cheekbones and jaw opening and closing as he uttered a deep, childlike voice: "Your Majesty, the fifth demon has been born, but it says it has something important to report and needs to see you."
After he finished speaking, the woman in the black dress in front of him did not respond for a long time.
The Bone King still bowed his head respectfully. As a life born of fear, he had not yet developed too many emotions, but he already had basic cognition. Confusion arose, and he was about to open his mouth to continue reminding the king.
But a calm voice sounded: "Back off."
"I obey the king's will." The Bone King lowered his head, the ghostly fire in his cheekbone eye sockets went out, and his skeletal body turned into ashes and dissipated.
Mu Qingtong looked into the distance. The depressing sky covered with blood was drizzling and gradually turned into a downpour.
The thin brows beneath her swastika mask furrowed deeper and deeper, and the inexplicable palpitations made her more and more uneasy.
With her mental strength reaching this level, even though her spiritual pressure realm has not yet reached that of a sage, she has already acquired a basic sensitivity to the cause and effect of fate. This sensitivity is commonly known as the sixth sense.
Her sixth sense told her that something had happened to Mr. Xia?
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Below the gate of heaven, above the steps of heaven.
Xia Feng lost all sense, his consciousness lingering only in the misty clouds. He felt like dust, like mist, like all things in the world. He could no longer sense his soul or body, and he had no memories or past. The only thing he could feel was the despair of being bitten by countless marrow-eating insects and ants, burrowing into his nerves and spinal cord. This feeling was magnified countless times in the conceptual world of "silence," becoming even more vivid!
Extreme punishment is painful, like purgatory, and it is unbearable for mortals.
Xia Feng never thought of himself as a person of strong will, but at this moment, apart from despair, the only thing left in his heart was to move forward!
With every step forward, more of the past comes to mind.
He gradually recalled the past, and recalled everything he had known, liked, and angered in the past two years. That was everything to him, and it was also his greed. It was the countless fulcrums that prevented him from giving up and falling asleep and kept moving forward.
The pain is like the sea, and I am the boat!
He finally regained awareness of his body.
Fusion Progress (Zhaalization): 37 → 49%
"boom--!!"
But the moment the divine sound and thunder pierced through his crown, he saw the cry he cried when he was born turned into the shrill laughter of a ghost, his mother's arms turned into a cage of bones, and all the warm moments in his life grew fangs.
It seemed as if all the fulcrums supporting his progress were illusions and false.
(End of this chapter)
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