Edge of Pure Land Chapter 157

Chapter 157 The Lost God Core

Longque has heard someone say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, a mirror that can reflect the soul hidden under the flesh and blood, and reflect a person's past and present lives.

 Just like the person in front of me.

The eyes are still the same as before, but the look is so unfamiliar.

The woman who turned around from the dusty cafe had white hair swaying in the wind, her forehead was messy and her beautiful eyes were deep and seductive, with a touch of vermilion dotting the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. Her face was as charming as a fairy in a fairy tale. , there is a kind of thrilling beauty.

The graceful red dress is fluttering in the wind, and the snow-white skin is covered with flame-like lines. It is the unquenchable flame that is eroding her immortal body.

 She is like a phoenix in nirvana, a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and reborn.

The beauty is almost like a demon.

She was also very beautiful back then, but she had more of a girlish innocence.

 Eight years since we last saw each other, we are completely transformed.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

 Long Ling smiled, his smile was the same as before: "You have grown up."

Longque took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, blew out a smoke ring, and said coldly: "You have changed a lot, you have become... completely unrecognizable to me."

 Eight years ago it was he who buried her in the Holy Mountain with his own hands.

Unexpectedly, eight years later, she would return in this posture.

The emotion of meeting again after a long absence did not make him forget the purpose of his visit today. He exerted a slight force on his right foot, as if a burning red lotus bloomed, and directly stepped on the rooftop under his feet, knocking out the old man in a suit and leather shoes. The gentleman was struck down.

 Gao Muli, who was in the Seventh Realm of Reason, was severely injured. If his numerology hadn't been for the tide genus, and he had many ways to save his life, he might have been burned to ashes at this moment.

But even so, he still felt like he was in a **** of fire. He was burned so hard that he let out shrill screams, and all the water flowing on his body was evaporated.

 Boiled him alive.

The huge anger and pain made him roar, and he barely formed a seal during the fall. The index fingers of his hands were pressed together, and a drop of water spurted out.

It was just such a drop of water, but the sound of an explosion resounded throughout the sky.

 The more advanced the evolvers are, the more they can control their output. They can destroy a block or even half a city without restraint, and they can also destroy local targets with extreme accuracy without letting any excess power leak out.

As long as you can ensure that you hit the enemy, the output range is of no use at all. It is better to concentrate all your power on one point, otherwise you may not be able to break through the defense.

 Like this drop of water.

 Drip water penetrates stone, and has extremely powerful penetrating power.

Just when the drop of water spurted out, the red dragon seemed to flash past in the darkness and swallowed it directly, accompanied by the scorching heat.

Longque didn't even look at him, just stared at the woman in red in front of him. There were shrill sounds in all directions, and the hidden killer in the Tower of Babel took action against him.

I saw him pull out a black revolver from his waist, and fired directly to the right side without even taking aim. Every bullet fired was like the roar of a giant dragon.

Honglian Karma Fire exploded, burning the killers into ashes.

The killers on the left thought they had found an opportunity. Unexpectedly, the man pulled out a white revolver from his waist and pointed it at them.

 They were clearly bullets from a revolver, but they seemed like artillery fire.

These killers were blown to pieces!

Few people know that Longque's soul blades come in pairs.

At this moment, a strong wind blew across the rooftop, and countless blue butterflies suddenly appeared in the wind. They flashed their wings and brought out violent arcs of electricity, whizzing in like a blue tide of cherry blossoms.

Long Ling calmly held the coffee and hummed a familiar ballad softly. Those blue butterflies danced around her, as beautiful as an ancient mural.

Longque, however, had no sympathy for her. He raised his pistol and fired at the roaring butterflies. Each shot caused a terrifying explosion. He strode forward against the flow of fire, with the hem of his long windbreaker hanging on his face. Sweeping by the shock wave, it trembled like water.

 He thrust forward forcefully, getting closer and closer to the woman in red.

 But not for a hug.

 But to bury her again.

  Just like eight years ago.

 “Aren't you going to use Levatin?”

Long Ling just stared at the man in the flames quietly. In fact, the words she just said "Long time no see" were just routine politeness. She has been secretly observing her brother for many years.

 Watch him grow and watch him become confused.

 Watch him go through the peaks and watch him go through the troughs.

 But she never appeared in his world.

 Because Long Ling knew that they would always meet each other.

"Every time I sparred when I was young, I couldn't beat you. At that time, you always said that I needed a powerful weapon. But now that I have grown up, I don't need that kind of thing when I face you. Levatin It is not prepared for you, but for the gods born in the mother nest of creation.”

Amidst the roar of artillery fire, Longque shot and defeated the electric butterflies flying in the sky, but the exploding electric light formed a huge power grid, as if he was trapped in it.

How could he, who once stood on top of the world, not know that the form of the White Walkers in the evolutionary chain of the Creation Brood is extremely special and has no connection with the posture in the mural.

He was shocked, forcibly burned the current, raised his cool eyes and said: "That's what the Tower of Babel wants to release, right? When you and I entered the Holy Mountain, the core secret had already been revealed by Kang Constantine took it away. Later, Constantine became the Holy Monarch, but he accidentally touched a terrible secret. Because of this, he went crazy in his later years and did not hesitate to prepare for it in the Arctic Circle for many years, but he died because of it. "

The huge power grid was broken through by the terrifying roar of the dragon. The sky-burning power from the Dragon of Candlelight was enough to burn everything in the world. From a distance, the building was swallowed up by the monstrous fire, and only the lightning and thunder could be heard. The power can occasionally break through, but then disappear in an instant.

 No one can get close to them.

The surging fire was enough to burn everything in the world. The seemingly beautiful butterfly also contained destructive energy. The huge energy hit them and distorted the space they were in.

Long Ling spread out his white palms, and more and more electric butterflies floated up, like a blue ocean tide, but filled with extremely terrifying electric light.

“You have almost touched the threshold of the tenth kingdom, and you should be able to feel the power of the soul. Since you have been to the Arctic Circle, you should be able to feel his anger.”

 She said softly: "He wants revenge on the world."

Accompanied by the roar of the dragon, the red dragon swept over and swallowed up the flashing butterfly tide. The dragon bird's voice was deafening: "Constantine's secret organization, the Tower of Babel, has the meaning of reaching the sky. . Established by that mysterious military counselor, it can be said that without the existence of this person, he would not be crowned so smoothly. I remember that there are still nine beasts in the Tower of Babel, named after the beast, and everyone is the eighth wisdom world. , are you one of them?"

Long Ling smiled, shook his head and said, "No, Constantine failed to integrate the seed of the gods back then, so that the ghost skills practiced by the nine beasts had problems. The existence in the holy mountain was left by him Backhand, and I'm an important part of the plan.”

  In the endless electric light, the dragon's eyes were bright and fiery.

Longque stood in the center of the giant dragon and asked coldly: "Why?"

 Finally close to the secret.

Throughout his life, he wanted to figure out why his sister suddenly changed into a different person. The incense from the Tower of Babel can indeed make people believe in gods, but it has no effect on him.

 Since it is ineffective for him, it should also be ineffective for his sister.

“Do you remember that I was sick when I was a child?”

Long Ling's words suddenly stunned him.

 Longque remembered.

 When he was very young, his sister did suffer from a serious illness.

 Long Ling was very ill and almost died at that time. But it didn't take long before he miraculously healed himself.

 At that time, his parents thought it was a manifestation from God.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

"I am a very rare disease variant. I have been chosen by the great **** since I was born. I am not loyal to the Tower of Babel, but become a sacrifice to the god. In the beginning, the reason why our father went to investigate the Holy The mountain is just to cure my illness."

Long Ling put his hands behind his back and pointed at his brain: "You think I have changed, but in fact I am becoming more and more like Him. His thinking is affecting me, and His will is transforming me. In the beginning I can still maintain myself, but after I learned the White Walkers, I could no longer resist his influence, especially after I woke up from the Holy Mountain and was reborn."

In the firelight that filled the sky, she turned to look at the outline of the Holy Mountain deep in the mist, and chuckled: "I can feel His will. If it weren't for that annoying guy still suppressing His power, He would have woken up long ago. Isn't it? It's been eighteen years and his strength has not dried up yet.”

 “Medanzo?”

 Longque stared at her back and said softly.

 “He is the only one in this world who can trap Metanzo.”

Long Ling raised a green finger and tapped his red lips: "It's a pity that the immortal **** is not complete. His core was lost five hundred years ago."

 Longque's eyes suddenly shrank.

 His first reaction was the seed of the gods.

 But if you think about it carefully, it's not right either.

 Because what Constantine brought out from the Holy Mountain was the seed of the gods, then it could not have been lost five hundred years ago. This is a very simple logic.

etc.

 Five hundred years ago.

Huge fear exploded in Longque's mind.

 Lu Fuji's parents!

And that mysterious professor!

 “Did you hear that? He's calling me.”

Long Ling turned around, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "I'm going in."

As the red giant swallowed up the butterflies all over the sky, the dragon bird waved his hand to annihilate the endless lightning, and struck the woman opposite with one step through the air, but only tore apart a graceful afterimage.

 In terms of speed, Long Ling will always be above him.

I saw a flash of fierce lightning, and the dragon feather was already suspended in mid-air, with long waterfall-like hair swaying, as beautiful as a swaggering poppy flower: "You should remember that there are three ways to enter the Holy Mountain. The first requires dimensional positioning, and the second requires the perception of the witch... In fact, the Ministry of Rebirth has no contact with that god, but the gifts they once received have not disappeared. The last method is the use of bones. road."

Longque narrowed his eyes and thought of the blood and bones he saw on the ground when he flew all the way over. He suddenly understood: "You created the wave of ghosts for sacrifice."

 The destruction of Linhai City was just a matter of course.

 The purpose of the White Walker wave created by the Tower of Babel and the Corpse Cult is to open the door to the Holy Mountain, create enough corpses, and pave the bloodiest road in the world!

"I see."

 Long Que stood on the rooftop and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

 For the resurrection of the god.

 The tragedy of more than a hundred years.

 So many people died for it.

 So much suffering…

He suddenly said: "Do you still remember the principles you taught me when you were a child?"

Long Ling tilted his head slightly, his black hair pouring out like water. Terrifying dark clouds gathered above his head, and the outline of a giant thunder **** emerged, shaking the world.

"You once said that if we want something, we can fight for it ourselves, but it cannot be based on harming others. We abide by the bottom line of morality, and we promote noble character in order to make the world a better place. Let's live in a better world. I remember these words, but you forgot... No, maybe you didn't forget them either."

Longque raised her head expressionlessly: "Because you are not her at all."

He raised his right hand, took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and flicked it with one finger.

The cigarette **** penetrated the endless lightning and exploded like a giant dragon. The roar of the flames was like the roar of a dragon, annihilating everything in an instant.

 That is his technique in the ninth realm!

 Listen to the roar of the dragon!

The technique burst out in the most condensed way. At this moment, the temperature in the entire Fengcheng City reached an astonishing fifty degrees. The roar of the dragon echoed in the empty city, and there were burning embers between the sky and the earth. The clouds were burned through, revealing a sky full of stars.

Countless flames enveloped the ashes.

  It's like the burned out cigarette butt.

 Roaring loudly!

 The giant thunder **** in the sky was suddenly engulfed in flames!

 This is a confrontation between dark matter bodies.

 Longque crushed Long Ling with overwhelming force.

 In the competition that year, he lost countless times.

 But now, he only needs to win one last time!

Endless lightning roared, and Long Ling's eyes were filled with fragmented lightning. Just as she was about to unleash the eternal realm of her immortal body, she suddenly paused.

For a moment, her delicate body trembled slightly, and the flames flowing on the snow-white skin seemed to suddenly break through the restraints, as if countless giant dragons were surrounding her and suddenly swallowing her!

Burn yourself in fire, torture in hell!

This was the death method that Longque had prepared for her a long time ago, because even after the unquenchable flame burned the enemy, he could still control it at any time. However, he did not exert any influence on it during this period, but let it go. It was weakened and sealed until this moment.

 Coordinate with his technique.

 From the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside, burn together.

 Long Ling's body turned into gray inch by inch.

The red skirt was annihilated in the wind.

 The beauty turns into withered bones.

It's just those eyes that are full of hope, but there is no pain.

 There is only a smile.

 Longque suddenly woke up.

 Something is wrong!

This body seems... to be fake!

 He ​​suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the mist. Blood on the earth emerged from the soil, accompanied by fragments of corpses and fragments of flesh and blood. It was so hideous and bloody.

As long as you look down from the sky, you can see a huge totem!

 The totem of the Brood of Creation!

At the end of the totem, there is a faint red skirt swaying.

She stood at the end of the empty road, but in front of her there was a pitch-black mountain emerging from the mist, and turbulent darkness flowed out. Everything was exactly the same as eight years ago!

The black image is like a mountain, but also like an awakening devil.

 The Holy Mountain has really awakened!

 (End of this chapter)

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