"But wake up now and perform that ritual."
The virtual image of the woman on Dolank's head grabbed Dolank's long black hair and shouted, "In the absence of sages and sacrifices, aren't you risking your life?
" "What's wrong with this?
I didn't come here like this before?"
Dolank rolled his eyes, "Besides, aren't you here now?
You are a professional."
"Please, what was your situation back then and what is your situation now?
At that time, you were close to the peak of the god level, all the fragments were full, and the previous generation was a perfect warrior, so you almost died."
Sister Qiqi held her forehead, "And now you see Look, a semi-incomplete hero from the previous generation who barely reached the god level with the help of the Demon King, a semi-incomplete candidate hero who is completely controlled by magic power, and you are still in this half-dead state, a space law that even a sword spirit like me can't control. " Dolanque was still smiling and didn't reply, but due to the devilish aura, his smile still had an evil aura.
"Beyond this, there is no other way."
Under the gaze of Sister Qiqi, Dolanke finally restrained his smile and said in a deep voice, "The seal has been restarted.
If nothing is done, the answer will not be unexpected.
If you go down to this sealing magic circle, it will happen because of me.
I have to seal Zhao Zhong and I with the magic power of the two of us.
If this happens, no new demon-slaying hero will be born within a hundred years.
Although it doesn’t matter to me, the Seven Heroes must awaken in this era.
The Prophecy of the Sage.”
"The demons are resurrected and the dragons are killing gods.
In this era, the human race is in trouble.
Although I am no longer a human race," Dolank looked up at the gray-white Zhao Zhong, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, "I can't.
Let people lose hope.”
Sister Qiqi didn't say anything, but kept staring at Dolank.
Now in this cave, the space door that Uhtred opened to the divine beast space has been closed, but it will still be in the same place when it is reopened.
In other words, if Dolank fails, this magic circle will destroy the human race's demon-killing warriors.
And a divine beast designates the hero to seal it, then To be honest, Dolank didn't think anyone could unlock the reactivated ancient seal magic circle.
After all, even the super-god-level Demon King could only wait until the seal was weakened.
There was no strong person of this level in the human race.
"Help me this time, the last time, Sister Qiqi."
Dolanke squatted slightly and relaxed his body, but his spirit seemed to be like an arrow on a taut bowstring, ready to go.
"I'm helping you for the last time, but this is not helping you."
Sister Qiqi jumped up and left Dolank's head with a solemn expression, "This is the behavior of the Crimson Queen of Destruction in obeying the Lord of Destruction." boom Dazzling red light burst out from the Crimson Queen Sword in Dolank's hand, like a blooming red lotus in the gray-white space, as if the whole world was dyed with color at this moment. red as blood At this moment, something strange happened.
Dolank's body also shone with the same red color as the Crimson Queen's sword.
The light became brighter and brighter.
The next moment, Dolank and the Crimson Queen disappeared. , only a red streak of light is left. gray disappears "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I don't know whether it was because of the red light or the disappearance of Dolank.
The effect of space solidification disappeared, and the white-haired Zhao Zhong regained his mobility again.
At this time, he had already He completely lost his consciousness and was controlled by the demon's consciousness of killing and destruction.
Unconsciously, Zhao Zhong felt the threat of the magic circle, destroyed it, and destroyed it.
A new devil is about to be born A demon king who only knows destruction and killing This is why the Demon King wanted to bewitch the brave man who possessed the Destruction Fragment in the first place.
The Destruction Fragment itself has extremely powerful tyrannical power, and the person who possesses the Destruction Fragment is the existence closest to the demon race.
But just when the space was restored, the red bolt penetrated the white-haired Zhao Zhong's forehead like lightning at an unstoppable speed.
As if there was an instruction in the alchemy tool, Zhao Zhong, who was still frantically gathering strength, suddenly trembled in his red eyes, and then his whole person seemed to be frozen in space again, but this time, he fell directly from the air. , just like a stone thrown into the sky, falling straight to the ground under the influence of gravity Bang.
This is an extremely dark space, with a young man in white sitting there hugging his knees.
He buried his head deeply between his knees, and his expression and eyes could not be seen at all.
I don't know which corner is which in this space and which is the center, but that boy gives people the feeling that he is in the center of darkness, as if he is the core of darkness.
Lonely.
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Even if you don't know where this place is, you can still feel that this is a lonely holy place, and the sounds and images do not belong here.
Cut off from the world.
"Huha, this place really gives people an unpleasant feeling."
Suddenly, a frivolous voice sounded in such a place, which was very inappropriate for this place.
"Hey, are you playing autistic, Zhong."
Just after the voice sounded, a figure with black hair and black clothes who was more suitable for this space than the boy in white appeared.
His black hair was shorter and he looked very refreshing.
He was a young man.
Then the man walked up to the boy in white, sat down, stretched in the dark space, and said with a smile, "Have you had enough?"
The boy in white didn't answer, and still maintained that posture.
"It is said that this posture is the posture of human beings in the mother's body.
It is the movement that can best return to the original and forget everything.
Making such a posture means that the person is in pain and he wants to forget."
The man in black continued.
Said, "But this is just an escape.
Men, temporary indulgence is okay, but" "Shut up."
The hoarse voice seemed to come from an extremely thirsty throat.
"It's a good thing to be able to speak.
Speak more."
The man wanted to say something more, but suddenly the scenery in front of him changed.
It was a fire.
A tall statue with an invisible face was licked by the flames, and there were many black The man in clothes fell in a pool of blood.
The figure of the young man in white was also gradually swallowed up by the flames, which had burned down to his feet.
But the boy in white remained as still as a stone, as if he was just an inanimate model and couldn't feel pain.
"Is this something that you can't let go of in your heart?"
The man stood up and did not pay attention to the boy in white.
Instead, he walked forward, raised his head and squinted at the statue surrounded by flames, and smashed his mouth.
"Why does this face look so familiar?"
"Ah, I remembered it."
The man made a fist with his left hand and hit the palm of his right hand as if he suddenly realized it.
He turned to the young man in white behind him with a smile, "Isn't this my face?"
Although his back was facing the flames, it was precisely because his back was facing the flames that he couldn't see his face clearly.
Instead, he could see the striking resemblance between the man's figure and the statue.
The body of the man in white was startled, the flame disappeared, and the whole space was distorted.
Then the scenery changed again, this time, it was a stormy night.
It was pouring rain, and the rain curtain could completely block people's sight.
The man smiled and looked at the figure holding the sword in the rain.
The long hair and white clothes were soaked by the rain, but this figure was not moved at all, and continued to swing the sword, swinging the sword.
"Stop."
The man in black walked forward, stretched out his hand and was about to hold the hand wielding the sword, but "Stab it!"
The sword light was like lightning, like thunder flashing out in the rain curtain.
"Wow, it's such a risk, you're too careless."
Seeing a thin blood mark appear on his chest, the man in black smiled bitterly.
The young man in front of him had white hair reaching the ground and red eyes.
"Ah" the sword light was like a star, stabbing the man in black continuously, hitting the fatal point with every move.
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"Come on."
The expression of the man in black changed, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
The long sword was inconspicuous and very ordinary.
"There are three types of swordsmanship in this world," the man in black said with ease as he kept resisting the incoming sword edges with the long sword in his hand, "One type of swordsmanship is about speed.
You win with speed, and you are invincible."
If the sword of the young man in white is like lightning, then the long sword of the man in black is faster than lightning, beyond light, almost time, as if a sword has been thrust out at the same time in his hand.
A bit of red spread on the shoulder of the man in white.
At the same time, the man raised the sword in his hand and watched the dense raindrops wash away the blood on the sword.
He said with a smile, "It seems that your swordsmanship is not good enough yet."
A trace of confusion flashed across the young man's expression, but it disappeared in an instant, and the crazy bloodthirsty look appeared on his face again.
"Then let's continue."
The man in black shook his head and sighed.
The water stains splashing in the rain were the demonic flowers split by the sword light.
"The sword skill of two is strength.
One force can defeat ten enemies.
Face it with an invincible attitude." to the enemy." boom This time the sword of the man in black is not fast, but this sword gives people a feeling as if the sky is falling.
There is no safe place in this world, but this sword gives people an irresistible feeling.
Unable to escape, doomed to death But this time, the young man in white was not injured by the sword, because at the same time, another simple sword blocked the young man in white, and in an instant, this sword and the sword that was chopped turned into Got glutinous rice flour.
That sword was the ordinary sword held by the man in black before.
"The swordsmanship of Three Ways of Living is not a sword that exists for fighting, but a sword that appears for protection."
The man in black threw away the only hilt of the sword in his hand, sat down on the ground, and looked up at the sky , the rain remains.
The movement of the young man in white also stopped.
Now he can kill this uninvited guest with just one stab of his sword.
However, his hand "You can throw it away too.
Why are you holding this handle?"
The man in black smiled.
Bang.
The young man in white loosened his grip on his right hand, and the hilt of the sword fell to the ground, hitting the ground covered by water.
What was surprising was that when the hilt fell to the ground, it seemed like water droplets falling into the lake, and the ground was like a drop of water.
The water surface rippled, and then the entire space began to vibrate.
"Are you awake, Zhao Zhong?"
Here I will also explain why I asked for leave.
It can be said to be my personal reasons.
I didn't go to college, but I didn't want to lose to them.
I made an agreement with a buddy.
He was in college for 4 years, and I wrote a novel.
I wanted to prove it. , the path I chose is not inferior to them, so I started with them.
He started school today, so I will start updating today, 4 years is about There are two more updates in the evening
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