Chapter 666 Embroidered Silk Appears
The wind and sand are annihilated.
The steaming mushroom cloud is like the black god of death, rising slowly from the devastated ruins. Endless light and heat fill the sky. From any angle in the world of mortals, you can see this scene of destruction.
The aftermath of the impact visible to the naked eye spread crazily around, shaking the residents who were still fleeing or who had fled to the main city of Red Dust to the point where they could not stand. They looked in the direction of the nuclear explosion in horror, and their breathing stopped for a moment.
The last time the world of mortals suffered a nuclear attack was more than three hundred years ago. After generations of changes, the residents of the world of mortals have long forgotten the horror of nuclear strikes. They have never seen such a shocking scene. Even the total area of damage caused by everyone in the Witchcraft Association was not as large as the scope of a nuclear strike detonated by Wujijun.
The surging black god of death slowly floated up to the clouds, overlooking all living beings. The prelude to the "Realm Extermination War" truly began at this moment.
"Who can deal with that kind of monster..."
A figure was hiding in the shadow of the wall of the main city of Hongchen, muttering to himself.
His name is Mu Changdong, an architect of floating paintings. His daily job is to maintain the "picture scroll" of the main city of Hongchen. Now he is responsible for guarding the main city gate to prevent people from the Witchcraft Association from massacring residents.
Originally, Mu Changdong had more confidence in Fu Sheng Hui. With those powerful and powerful palaces around, he couldn't think of how he could fight in the Wuji Realm, but now he found that he was wrong...
After witnessing this nuclear explosion, he couldn't figure out how to win in the world of mortals.
At this time, at the gate of the main city of Hongchen, many urban residents who had fled were looking in the direction of the rising mushroom cloud with pale faces. The wasteland that was now annihilated into nothingness was once their home for generations.
If they hadn't fled to the main city of Hongchen in time, I'm afraid they would have...
"Mom, I'm afraid..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The mother covered the child's eyes and spoke with trembling lips. She didn't know whether she was comforting her or herself, "It's okay... we will be fine..."
"Will we turn into mushrooms too?"
"No...didn't you say that the mortal world is protected by gods?" A refugee next to him who also fled to the main city gate suddenly said.
The mother opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment, so she could only comfort her daughter with these words, "Yes, the world of mortals is protected by gods... We will not turn into mushrooms."
The girl had her eyes covered, and her body was still shaking slightly with fear. After hearing these words, she finally seemed to have found some courage, and she clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly:
"I hope the gods can come and save me... I don't want to turn into a mushroom."
Hearing this, Mu Changdong felt helpless.
As a member of Ukisei, he certainly knows what the so-called "god" legends are about.
It was just something created secretly by a group of Fushenge members who were idle and bored, but could not restrain their desire to show off and be admired. They used the power of the "picture scroll" to control the weather and tamper with the environment at will. In the eyes of the residents, he became an omnipotent "god"... Mu Changdong had also played this way before when he was in the mood. Who doesn't like being a saint in front of others?
But in the final analysis, they are just a group of second-level or third-level architects with no sense of responsibility. Wujijun can kill hundreds of them with one slap...
Now the "gods" played by these guys have become the life-saving straw in the hearts of the people. It is not without irony.
"If there really is a god...that would be great."
Mu Changdong looked at the direction where the nuclear explosion disappeared and sighed.
…
Nuclear ruins.
"Cough cough cough cough cough..."
A weak cough sounded from the broken earth. Lu Liangren, who was charred all over, staggered to his feet, scarlet blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
This battlefield has experienced the battle between him and Brand, the joint bombing of several palaces, and then the earth incarnation of Wuji Lord and the nuclear explosion. Now it has turned into a super giant pit deep under the horizon.
Burning embers are flying in the sky, and the charred earth is dead and desolate, like a crater on the surface of the moon, with no trace of the world of mortals anymore.
"Damn..."
Lu Liangren's eyes glanced around, as if he had locked onto something, his pupils shrank slightly, and he staggered towards it.
The originally neat white clothes were already in disrepair. He dug through a piece of charred wasteland with his hands. The half-broken frame gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and the abstract faces inside also disappeared.
Lu Liangren was stunned.
"...Hey! Hey!!" Lu Liangren grabbed half of the fragments of the frame, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "Everything! Everything!!"
"It seems that his body is not as strong as yours."
A calm voice came from behind him.
Lu Liangren suddenly looked back and saw the earth giant towering into the sky, still standing on the scorched wasteland. But at this moment, the giant's head no longer has the brilliance of the Philosopher's Stone, and it will not move. It is like a sculpture standing quietly in place.
At this time, in front of the giant's remains, a figure wearing a scientific research robe was walking slowly towards here.
He threw it casually, and something fell to the ground.
That was the other half of the frame, but now it had been transformed into glass. As it fell to the ground, it shattered into debris all over the ground with a bang. Half of the dead and gray abstract face slowly floated in front of Lu Liangren.
The second hall, death.
Lu Liangren stared blankly at this scene, his hand holding the other half of the frame trembling with anger!
"Wuji!!"
He roared, clenched his eight-foot ink brush with all his strength, and rushed here desperately like a general wielding a Fang Tian Hua Ji!
The overwhelming murderous intent turned into a substantial ink army, rolling and extending from his side. In the blink of an eye, a cavalry of tens of thousands of people filled Lu Liangren's side, slammed into Wuji Jun's surroundings, and submerged him!
But the next moment, Wuji Jun's body turned into flowing mercury, allowing these golden weapons and iron horses painted in ink to smash his body, but failed to cause any harm to him...
The mercury-surging body shook lightly in the ink army, and when it reappeared, it had already come to Lu Liangren.
Lv Liangren's pupils suddenly contracted!
He swung the ink pen very quickly, and the tip of the pen instantly intertwined the sharp blade of the Fang Tian Hua Ji, but when it touched Wuji Jun, it actually disintegrated and flew away lightly in the air...
Instead, a piece of cotton flying like a dandelion brushed across Wuji Jun's calm cheek.
At the same time, Lu Liangren's right hand, which originally held the eight-foot ink pen, also turned into cotton in the sky. A breeze blew and it was empty.
Lu Liangren's eyes were full of disbelief!
"If I kill you, Fu Sheng Hui will be extinct."
Wuji Jun spoke lightly, and his slender palm raised and gently touched Lu Liangren's cheek...
At this moment,
a red embroidery silk thread came out from the empty nothingness and instantly wrapped around Wuji Jun's wrist!