Chapter 930 The Cycle of Life

Although Jia Lan was bleeding all over and one of his four wings was missing.

But he just raised his hand slightly and grasped the spear.

With a click, the spear shattered.

He looked up and saw that the figure of the young book reader suddenly became illusory, gradually dissipated, and returned to the long river of time.

After all, it was just a shadow, forcibly summoned from the long river of time with a taboo object.

When the energy was exhausted, it returned.

At this time, the old man in the sky still had a calm expression.

The young book reader dispersed, and the remaining four book readers all had the strength of a king!

Although Jia Lan easily blocked the young book reader, his expression was still solemn.

Because among the remaining four shadows, the old man gave him a strong sense of crisis.

Looking at the sky again, the current book reader king was so weak that he was not even as good as a demigod.

"Is this your peak strength?" There was no contempt on Jia Lan's face anymore.

The old man was as indifferent as before, just looking at the four figures, with a trace of reminiscence in his vicissitudes of life.

The five figures are the reincarnation of his life.

Among the human race outside the Ninth Battlefield, there are mixed opinions about the Book King.

Some people say that after he entered old age, he gradually became incompetent and made no achievements in the Black Armor. He often advocated compromise with the alien race...

Some people say that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, always bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and his heroic deeds are mostly to force the weak. Facing the strong aliens, he often ran for his life.

Some people also say that he is the oldest king, with no merits but hard work. Without the Book King, there would be no Black Armor today, and there would be no foundation for the existence of the human race in the Ninth Battlefield!

Few people rumored that the Book King had sacrificed his life countless times four thousand years ago.

It was him! In the first war, he killed an angel god...

It was also that battle that made many alien races afraid and fought for four thousand years of breathing space for the human race...!

The Book King looked at his life, and a trace of bitterness appeared in his old eyes.

He knew that it was still difficult for him to kill a four-winged angel.

With the current injuries in his body, even if Jia Lan only had one breath left, he could easily kill him.

He was not good at escaping, facing a four-winged angel, in his current state...

"Maybe, this time, I will really die here!"

In fact, the situation at this time was expected from the beginning.

This is also the reason why he can calmly sacrifice his most precious thing...

He is not afraid of death, but if he dies, the human race will lose a king.

How long can the Ninth Battlefield exist without him?

When will it follow the footsteps of the Eighth Battlefield?

"The Cangtian King is strong, but often acts recklessly. She never cares about the survival of the human race."

"Although the remaining three kings of Hei Jia are also powerful, they are all impatient and too sharp to take on the responsibility!"

The Book King sighed.

Only he himself understood that for four thousand years, although he was old and weak, he had shouldered the heavy responsibility of the overall situation.

Even if there was no battle today, he would not live too long and would return to nothingness sooner or later.

Although Zhao Yin gave him white fruit wine, he had sacrificed too much for the boundary map over the years.

Even the boundary map itself did not know that it was absorbing the energy and lifespan of the Book King every moment and every second...

The sleeping boundary map was like a bottomless pit.

The Book King could not abandon it.

At this moment, among the four shadows, the young Book King had already dispersed.

When he was young, he had just entered the king-level life, and was also far behind the four-winged angel.

He failed to cause any injuries to Jia Lan.

The middle-aged Book King also took action, and was stronger than the young Book King.

He wrote a sword and knocked Jia Lan back a hundred miles with one blow.

As the middle-aged figure dissipated, the middle-aged Book King also walked out of time.

His aura has surpassed that of an ordinary demigod.

He is very close to the four-winged angel Jia Lan.

The figure of the middle-aged book king has a calm face, seemingly more stable than the previous two figures.

He picked up the pen and wrote quickly, writing the word "heavy" in the air!

As the word "heavy" dissipated.

The whole world, the endless earth system rules, rolled wildly, and rushed towards the land of Zhongzhou.

When condensed, it did not form any combat form, but turned into... a gravity cage.

The orange-yellow cage was visibly heavy.

At this moment, Jia Lan seemed to suddenly understand something and cursed.

"Book King, you are unworthy of being the king of the human race, playing tricks on me?"

He flapped his wings hard, and the dazzling light system rules illuminated the thousands of miles of land into daylight.

But under the terrifying gravity, the figure of the four-winged angel still slowly fell to the ground below.

Jia Lan couldn't help cursing.

"Old thing, if you don't die today, I will definitely destroy your Ninth Battlefield Black Armor!"

The next moment, before the gravity field dissipated, the black-haired old writer also walked out of time.

He held a bone pen in his hand.

Different from the previous four figures, he was full of vicissitudes.

The pen in his hand was made of the spine of a god, and the pen lint was just ordinary human hair...

The black-haired old writer king also wrote furiously!

A word "fire"...condensed in the air!

In an instant, the endless fire elements that had dispersed from the previous giant mountain of fire quickly condensed.

In the sky, there were endless fire rules again, madly converging towards Zhongzhou.

In the blink of an eye, a huge hand, composed entirely of pitch-black flames, appeared, with a mighty aura that was even twice as powerful as the previous volcano!

The next moment, the shadow of the old book writer also dissipated, and the big hand of flame roared and slapped downwards.

The flames suddenly burned up the air within a radius of 100 miles, and the wet earth was instantly evaporated and cracked. Countless stone houses in Guangzhou City began to melt...

At this time, Jia Lan was desperately resisting the gravity rules condensed by the middle-aged book writer.

It was like facing the middle-aged and old book writer kings at the same time!

Under the terrifying gravity, he had no possibility of withdrawing and evading.

Looking at the pitch-black flame hand that was slapped down rapidly in the sky, Jia Lan's eyes showed a trace of fear.

At this moment, he finally understood that if it was in the heyday of the book writer king.

Perhaps he could not withstand a few blows from the other party!

The seemingly weak and decayed old man had once been extremely brilliant and glorious at a certain time.

Jia Lan was also seriously injured now. If he did nothing...

When the giant palm of fire came down, the body of the four-winged angel would be burned to ashes immediately!

At this moment, Jia Lan's eyes flashed with determination.

He was in gravity, and he turned around with all his strength, facing the sky with his back.

At the same time, his radiant demigod-level armor seemed to have turned into liquid.

It quickly flowed to one of the wings behind him.

That wing was originally fused with Jia Lan's strongest treasure...

A quasi-god, fusion-exclusive equipment!

After the demigod-level armor was fused with it, its aura suddenly surged.

At the same time, there were also light rules emerging behind Jia Lan, forming a light cross sword...

Puff!

He directly cut off the wing that was fused with two fusion equipment.

In the rush of golden blood, Jia Lan's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his sacred aura weakened a little.

The next moment, Jia Lan raised his hand and threw it.

Using the huge power in his hand, he forced the broken wings out of the gravity field.

He went to meet the giant flaming palm in the sky.