Chapter 965 Quotations From Suruchi

"People and trees are not the same thing."

The low words echoed between heaven and earth, "The more a man seeks to ascend to heights and light, the more his roots struggle downward, toward the earth, toward darkness, toward the depths -"

"—to sin."

At that moment, [Sin] came!

""Suluji Quotations"?"

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

That is also the precious treasure stolen by the Golden Dawn from the Kingdom of Heaven... No, it should be said that it is one of the foundations of the Land of Nothing.

As a 'copy' of the 'real world' that can move freely in hell, and a tool that can repeatedly infiltrate the real world, these are the prototypes and design drawings created by the earliest pilot meeting when establishing the three major blockades. !

The corresponding one is the Great Mystery Zarathustra!

In other words, its existence is equivalent to a miniature reality!

At this moment, when Yeats uses the power of Suruchi's quotations to move the three major blockades, the high wall of the current situation will also temporarily collapse - a fleeting small hole will be cut on the high wall, thus Able to infiltrate the power from hell into the present!

But what makes Isaac even more vigilant is that this secret ritual is not only to temporarily open the present world, but also points to an existence in the deepest part of hell.

Some behemoth...

"what is that?"

Ignoring the alarm, he adjusted the observation filter of the Dragon Summoning Flute to the maximum, and felt countless glimpses of light from the abyss rushing into his soul, burning and tormenting his will.

Eyes widened.

Finally, I caught a glimpse of that ferocious posture.

"Launch immediately!"

Isaac roared, but it was too late.

He closed his eyes the moment he gave the order, and Kronos's stigmata circulated, instantly wrapping his soul, and began to sneak towards the past.

But soon, he was popped out of a trap hidden in time.

Someone has already erected a high wall in the past in advance.

At that moment, the deepest sound rang out from Lu Baiyan's body, and the sea of ​​ink boiled. Along with his hoarse roar, countless nihilistic swords and pens were soaked in ink and criss-crossed in the void.

The sketching began.

Towards hell.

As a result, in the boiling sea of ​​ink, countless sharp branches slowly rose up, outlining the outline of an overwhelming giant tree. The sound from hell contained hatred, and the sharp cry of a baby came from among the branches. ——

The moment he arrived in the present situation, the hungry will spread throughout the wasteland, and everything fell into the category of food.

Can’t wait to reach out towards Huaishi——

Through the re-creation of the Doomsday Painter, the remnants of the world who had suffered heavy losses at the hands of Huai Shi cast their shadows with hatred and began their own revenge!

A moment of astonishment.

Huai Shi finally felt the crisis of death, so close!

His opponent actually started to sway?

The world was changing so fast that he was caught off guard.

"The survivors?"

The fries in Russell's hand paused in the ketchup.

"Is this your plan, Woodman?" he exclaimed softly, "What a good card -"

Next to Russell, the demented old man taking a nap on the sofa with drool suddenly raised his eyes.

As if waking up from a long dream, his cloudy eyes turned blood red, staring at the empty seat opposite the table.

Like an old beast, it chooses people to devour.

But soon, I fell into a trance again...

The brief period of sobriety ended, and he fell into a dream again, just mumbling the name in his mouth, chewing on the hatred.

"Long time no see, Marcus, how are you?"

In the reflection of the window, Woodman, who was sitting on an empty chair, smiled: "You look much gentler than when you said goodbye... Do you still know me? I am your good friend."

"good friend?"

"right."

Woodman replied: "We were brothers."

"Sympathy, brothers?"

The dull old man muttered vaguely, "Lies."

Woodman's smile paused slightly for a moment.

"Flattery never comes from a great heart."

In his daze, Marcus murmured as if in his sleep, "The ship of lies can't sail far... There is nothing in your heart, and what you say in your mouth is only bubbles..."

Russell laughed.

"Look, Woodman, the lie was discovered before it was even spoken. You are getting worse every day. You can't even deceive an elderly person.

Why did you take so much pains to arrange all this? "

"Guess what, Russell, maybe you can ask the elderly magical conch next to you?"

Woodman sneered and asked, "But I'm more curious, what kind of trump card does your sun hide? To be honest, I don't know if you regret not staying with your heir, or at least providing hospice care. "

"You're thinking too much."

Russell shook his head mockingly: "I will definitely have to be behind someone in the queue for hospice care, maybe even his girlfriends will be ahead of me.

But, having said that—"

He paused and asked curiously: "Why do you think you will win? Even if it is beyond my reach..."

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

It's like there's a bad signal.

Video freezes.

The growth of Mo Hai came to an abrupt halt.

Only small icons appeared in the sky and began to circle...

And at the edge of the wilderness, in the wind and snow, a stone sculpture suddenly appeared.

thinker.

The stone sculptures, which are hanging in contemplation, seem to have experienced thousands of years of time, covered with moss and the vicissitudes of time. The hanging stone robes are like silk, showing a wonderful texture.

The Creator's eyes were lowered, seeming to be deep in thought, but it caused the heaven and earth to stand still.

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

Countless laws operated in his will, and the channel opened by Suluzhi's sayings was actually 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 were rolling happily in ketchup, full of sour and sweet flavors: "After you left, I called him again... and made a small suggestion."

Woodman's smile gradually faded, becoming cold and regretful.

"You're more out of control than expected, Sharma..."

"It's like you said, Woodman, there's always a choice."

There was a distant and cold tone, "Now, you have tossed the coin, I just want an answer, whether the answer is in heaven or hell."

So, before the coin drops.

Don't interfere with my observation——

The lonely Creator looks down quietly.

Such indifferent spectators weigh the weight between heaven and hell.

Wait for that flipped coin to drop and get the real results.

And now, across the long wind and snow, the two sides of the coin are facing each other——

"It seems like your reading was interrupted?"

Huai Shi seemed to be curious, and asked knowingly: "What happened? It's the first time I saw a rocker and I couldn't shake it out. Is it because I'm in a bad state?

How about... I give you a little more time? "

His earnest advice: "You can re-act."

Under the solidified sea of ​​ink, Lu Baiyan slowly raised his head, and the face stained by the ink finally showed a hint of ferocity.

"Huai Shi, your face..."

He murmured softly, "What an eyesore."

"What a coincidence, everyone is there for each other."

Huai Shi nodded and sighed: "This is probably the difference in appearance. There is no way to make up for it. Please don't care about it - you have been ugly for a lifetime, why should you care about the last few minutes?"

Contempt and ridicule, no longer concealed.

So straightforward.

At that moment, bloodshot eyes appeared in Lu Baiyan's eyes.

The mutilated reflections of the survivors screamed ferociously, countless piercing cries burst out from the sea of ​​ink, and the mournful branches shrank rapidly, shrouding the man.

It penetrated deeply into his body.

The roots have taken root!

A hoarse roar sounded from among the countless dead branches. The baby's cry and the man's roar overlapped, and gradually turned into a more sinister and harsh sound.

"Baini Yingfu, why is this a hall?"

The power of [Miracle Seal·Tianwen] was demonstrated again. This time, it did not act on the outside, but on his body, quickly correcting all deviations and fallacies, making two completely different powers, At this moment, they blend together perfectly!

Even though what is caused is a solidified qualitative change!

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

"——Andefu's good medicine cannot be fixed?"

The white rainbow is draped around the body as an accessory. Why is Chang Yi so majestic? Where did you get the elixir of immortality, but you couldn't keep it for a long time?

Relying on the power of the miraculous seal, Lu Baiyan ushered in another transformation.

The secret ritual that was originally used to deeply integrate Da Siming with his large group, transform into divinity, and reach a higher level, now completely merges him with the reflections of the remaining people in the world!

No distinction between each other.

At this moment, Lu Baiyan has become the purest solidifier.

After completely devouring this remaining power, it turned into an extension of hell——

The moment he completely embraced hell, the destiny belonging to Da Si Ming ushered in a fall, and all correction values ​​were quickly transformed into distortions, which led to another surge in power!

The status of the wearer of the crown is achieved instantly, and it continues to increase...

"Come on, Huai Shi!"

A pair of evil eyes once again appeared on both sides of Lu Baiyan's face: "Let me see the power of the Sword of Disaster!"

When behind him, the shadow of the remaining giant tree appeared again, it became completely different from before.

The branches that were once crooked and dry are now full of fruits.

Countless remnants of Lu Baiyan were pierced and hung on it, like corpses hanged on the Greedy Tree, swaying in the cold wind, with scarlet eyes raised, countless lips opening and closing, making overlapping and echoing sounds. .

Full of malice and curses.

Countless huge ink butterflies rose from the branches, spreading their wings with giant eyes, and then sprinkled sticky ink. The ink fell into the soil, like seeds, taking root and sprouting, and quickly grew into countless skinny and ferocious ones. Afterimage.

It is no longer as erratic as before, but a nightmare fruit growing from hell.

A steady stream.

Beyond the previous limit, double, triple... or more?

Under the entanglement of the roots of the branches, the Crown of National Mortgage mourned silently and was stained with a layer of darkness.

The great commander of hell raised his finger, causing the endless pitch black ocean to boil and sweep out toward Huai Shi!

A whole hell is coming.

Be against the whole world.

This is the most terrifying thing about Da Siming.

There are endless black butterflies in the sky, countless aberrations on the earth, and even the air and soil contain malicious intent towards him. He has become the master of this hell, the real master.

As long as it is rooted in the soil, it can eat away at the foundation of the current situation and squander its endless power.

Huai Shi, however, could not hide his disappointment.

Looking at his opponent across countless aberrations.

Full of confusion.

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

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

Wuwuwu...tomorrow...everyone will understand...