Chapter 426 Mirror Door Opens
The edge of the stone pillar was so sharp that it even pierced the blood-stained sky.
But in that edge, there was a kind of unyielding and anger.
It was like a beast that had finally escaped from prison, crying with joy and roaring wantonly!
It was in pain, aggrieved, and weeping...
It hated it!
It was unwilling!
It should have followed the most powerful, brutal and brave warrior in the world to conquer the world.
It could have listened to the music of wailing and screaming!
It could have savored the taste of hatred and anger!
It could have killed and destroyed without restraint!
However, it was imprisoned in this aggrieved stone sheath for more than two thousand years! ! !
It was a full two thousand two hundred and ten years! ! !
"My anger is impatient!"
"My pain has burned to a high fever!"
"The world should also feel my pain and wailing for the past two thousand years!!!"
"Uh, why do you speak incoherently? It sounds so contradictory...Are you another illiterate?"
The female dancer who fell from the sky grabbed the restless sword fragment in her hand, and countless sharp edges of resistance burst out from her fist angrily!
The palm immediately opened up countless penetration holes, like a honeycomb full of holes!
But at this moment, she already had the distortion power of Qi Xiang, and the essence of life gradually distorted into an inhuman state, and the flesh and blood's ability to withstand the opening and disassembly increased significantly.
The penetration scar that could not be completely eliminated not only had no way to cause any harm to the female dancer, but on the contrary would only make her Qi Xiang's power grow even more!
The female dancer looked at her gradually shattered palm, just shook her head impatiently and said:
"Alas, why are there so many illiterate people like you around me... Forget it, let me teach you how to speak!"
In the fragments of the sword blade, seventy-seven forty-nine strange sounds suddenly rang out!
These forty-nine strange sounds were entangled with each other and independent of each other, like sticky flames burning noisily, like dusty weapons roaring furiously, like, or like...
The broken sword blade fragments listened to the words that resounded directly in the depths of the spirit, and suddenly trembled uncontrollably.
This familiar clanging words, this familiar brutal tone, this familiar sense of oppression... It's just, just like the one back then! ! !
"This, this is the general's words?!!"
The sword blade fragments trembled wildly, and the sharp edge that seemed to vent anger gradually became gentle, "Could it be..."
"Well." The female dancer suddenly squeezed hard, and the scar on the palm of her hand flowed out of the sticky blood as dark as crude oil.
The dark blood was trembling slightly, and in the sticky and creeping darkness, there were still seventy-seven forty-nine words of resistance resounding.
This familiar rhythm of fighting made the blade fragment feel more intimate, as if it had returned to its glorious days.
At that time, it was still a complete blade, one of the most powerful weapons in the world!
Its indestructible edge could cut off all the stubborn things in the world, even the essence of steel that had matured into red could hardly resist its sharpness!
When it was held in the hands of the most courageous person in the world, it was the most violent and strongest weapon in this heavy history! ! !
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I understand, I know everything... Your glory, your honor, Brother Lion has told me."
"Your grief, your rage... I already know everything."
"That's why Brother Lion reluctantly handed you over to me... Your sharp edge of resistance will definitely help me complete the mission assigned by Brother Lion."
"Let's join hands to set off the red fire of change in the world!"
"The sparks will spread like wildfires, and they will never go out!!!"
The fragments of the sword blade trembled wildly, and the ancient silver metal gradually melted like trembling white magma.
The dark blood mixed with the molten white iron, entangled with each other, like a life-and-death struggle and a dance together, and it is no longer possible to tell them apart.
"Kuanmian, this body is returned to you... Play is play, play is play, don't break my little pet."
The deformed snake hiding in the door nodded ecstatically.
The female dancer spread out her palms, her five fingers slightly bent like hooks, and she scratched, pulled, and tugged on the top of her head, peeling off the skin that was riddled with holes but still white and smooth.
"As for this skin, I have other uses for it for the time being, so just keep it with me for now."
The female dancer, revealing her twisted snake-like skin, raised her hand and threw away the neatly folded layer of creamy skin.
The chaotic darkness deep in the snake-shaped vertical pupils also gradually disappeared as the skin peeled off.
The broken one-eyed moth, whose reality was difficult to distinguish, slowly crawled out from the crack behind the skull.
The moth's scales and wings were still broken, and the moth's belly was still pierced, but the moth's limbs... were covered with a layer of angry and trembling silver light!
The broken one-eyed moth gently flapped its wings and fluttered towards the deformed young man below.
Sebastian also stretched out his arms to hug his father who had landed.
The dark flesh trembled with excitement, and the third eye that had disappeared on the forehead opened again.
The chaotic and frenzied pupils slowly swept across the scarred desert, and every broken bone trembled in fear under this unusually sharp gaze.
The deformed young man smiled with satisfaction, opened his chest and ribs, and stuffed the square brick of milk fat into the empty space in the body cavity, so that the cup and moth blood could fully nourish this dancing skin.
Watson stamped his feet lightly, and countless tiny black flames bloomed.
The insatiable hunger for destruction finally enjoyed this incomplete feast.
This time, the black flames will be able to burn and devour this tiny broken world.
The yellow sand is burning, the bones are burning, and even the sky, which is already scarlet, begins to burn.
This burning is dark, dull, and unstoppable!
The black flames spread to the boundary between the sky and the earth in silence, devouring everything in the cold boiling.
The flames of destruction have been burned inside this narrow box world, and the remnants of resistance and disputes will all be turned into nutrients for the destruction of the violent combustion.
In the boundless black flames, the remaining scarlet sunset is completely extinguished, the dark dome collapses, and the dim earth seems to be rising.
The mausoleum world of the shadowless kings is shrinking continuously.
Only the distorted youth and the distorted snake woman stood in the destruction, independent of the destruction.
This world is now only the size of a room, with flowing black above and burning darkness underfoot.
And what can still stand in front of the two is a tall round mirror.
A rough lintel is placed on the top of the mirror frame. It is the last skeleton of a momentary door that is not allowed to appear. The skeleton of the door is still engraved with the secret passage between the worlds.
A round of regretful cracks passed through the mirror surface. The slight cracks twisted and swirled in the mirror like a vortex, but the dawn desert in the mirror could be vaguely seen through the vortex.
This is the entrance door of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings that Watson and Mary had passed through, and it is also the exit door of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings that he and the distorted snake will pass through.
The distorted youth nodded slightly, and the snake woman, who was adapting to the flesh, immediately crawled forward.
Her skull knocked against the skull of the Mirror Door, and her opening unlocked the opening of the Mirror Door.
The Mirror Door quietly opened, and the dawn glow shone into the dark room, and the ancient lion Daiqisi's sad sigh was faintly heard.
"I, I failed..."