Lucifer's illusory body was completely torn apart by Xio, turning into little bits of spiritual light and disappearing into the air. Those dark eyes looked at Xio angrily, as if there was endless anger burning.
After thinking for a moment, he turned around with his remaining body and looked at Lin Qiye on the somersault cloud.
He spoke coldly:
"Michael's agent, I will come to you..."
As his body dissipated, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally completely disappeared without a trace.
Lin Qiye frowned and did not take this matter to heart.
He didn't want to get involved in the conflict between Michael and Lucifer. If he hadn't accidentally summoned the shadow of the other party this time, he might never have anything to do with Lucifer.
He remembered that Zhao Kongcheng told him that when Lucifer was discovered, he was suppressed under a volcano in North America, and was also suppressed by Michael's [Mortal God Realm], unable to escape...
How could he come to find me in this state?
Even if he escapes, when he returns to Daxia, will he dare to step even half a step into the border of Daxia?
The most urgent task is to find a way to get rid of the two gods in front of me.
After the God of Wind and the God of Yellow Sand tore apart the afterimage of Lucifer, they stepped forward and easily crossed the void, chasing after Lin Qiye and others.
The hurricane and yellow sand covered the sky and began to block the surrounding airspace. Although Lin Qiye rode somersault clouds, he still could not escape the scope of the divine ruins in a short period of time.
His expression gradually became serious.
He stretched out his hand, touched his chest, and took out a wooden chopstick.
This is another of his trump cards,
Hidden in this wooden chopstick is a sword spirit from the era of victory.
This sword swing will definitely be able to block the two gods, but this also means that Lin Qiye and the others have lost their last means of self-protection. Once the other party catches up again, they will only become prey.
Even if Lin Qiye carries the soul of a certain god again, it is impossible to block the real god. His current state is still too far behind.
Will this sword be used or not?
Lin Qiye stared at the two figures speeding towards him, a little sweat dripping from the palms of his chopsticks.
"Give up, you can't escape."
Seth's body turned into yellow sand and dissipated in the air, and finally condensed in front of the somersault cloud. He looked at Lin Qiye and others with a sneer, and spoke slowly.
The invisible Gangfeng spiraled out of the void and turned into a tornado, blocking all the retreat routes around it. The somersault cloud flew to the edge of the Gangfeng and was forced to stop. If it continued to move forward into the storm,
Except for Jialan and Zhou Ping, everyone here will be smashed into pieces.
Their escape route was completely blocked.
A hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of Lin Qiye's mouth.
With these methods, it is still unrealistic to escape from the hands of gods...
…
now.
In the Asylum of the Gods.
Nicks, who was wearing star gauze, stood quietly in the courtyard, raised his head, and stared at the void above his head. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
This time, she was not sitting on the rocking chair, nor was she holding a needle and thread in her hand. She stood there, like a sculpture, motionless.
Li Yifei and others quietly gathered around the corner of the corridor, observing Nicks, and whispered:
"What do you think happened to Grandma Nicks today?" Li Yifei asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, it's already been an afternoon." A'Zhu nodded, his eyes fell on the top of Nyx's head, but saw nothing, "What is she looking at? Why can't I see anything."
"Jellyfish? Where are the jellyfish?"
The pug in a tuxedo suddenly became alert, stood up on its feet, and looked around with wide eyes.
"She should be looking at the dean." Hei Tong said thoughtfully.
"Can she see it from where she is standing?"
"Maybe." Heitong paused, "After all, that is a god."
In the courtyard.
Nyx looked at the nothingness above his head and frowned slightly.
After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand as if she wanted to touch something...
Another hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Nyx turned her head and saw Merlin wearing a blue mage robe standing beside her, shaking his head at her.
"Wait a little longer," he said.
…
In the mist.
Lin Qiye, who was standing on the somersault cloud, clutched the wooden chopsticks in his hand and slowly raised his hand...
at this time,
The other hand held his wrist,
Gently put his hand down.
Lin Qiye turned his head and saw Zhou Ping standing next to him, his blood-stained face looking into his eyes with a smile.
"Senior Sword Saint..." Lin Qiye was stunned.
He lowered his head and saw that the surface of Zhou Ping's skin was emitting brilliant divine light of colored glass. Under the blood-stained black shirt, on his chest, an almost transparent heart of colored glass was beating powerfully.
"Put it away. You won't need it now."
After Zhou Ping finished speaking, he paused for a moment, as if hesitating, his ears were slightly red, but he mustered up the courage to say: "Thank you... I didn't expect that you would really take such a big risk to save me.
I thought I was being sentimental..."
Zhou Ping's second sentence was spoken in a very low voice, so quiet that it was obscured by the surrounding wind, and Lin Qiye and others did not hear it clearly.
"Senior Juggernaut, what did you say?" Baili Pangpang put his ear close to his.
Zhou Ping's ears turned redder. He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and said loudly again:
"I thought! I was just being sentimental! I thought you wouldn't come to save me!"
He didn't know why he said these words. He should hide these words in his heart, but he didn't dare to say them.
But he still said it,
And it's very loud.
But so what?
Isn't he not being too sentimental this time?
The feelings he paid carefully were rewarded.
He was very happy, happier than ever before.
Now, if he could, he wanted to go back to the past,
Pat your younger self on the shoulder,
Tell him with a smile:
"Don't cry,
You see, there are still people in this world who care about you.
This world is not that bad."
Baili Pangpang laughed when he heard this sentence clearly. The wind blew his hair up. He squinted his eyes slightly in the wind and answered loudly:
"Senior Sword Master, you have to be more confident!
You are the sword master of Daxia, the ceiling of mankind, and the teacher of our fifth special team. You are the hero who walks in front of everyone and protects everyone!
Everyone is watching your back, moving forward step by step with difficulty and determination!
No need to doubt, no need to be afraid!
Your existence is everyone’s luck!
You don’t need to deny your feelings,
Because you are worth it all.”
As he finished speaking, the howling wind whined in Zhou Ping's ears.
He stood there in a daze, his glass-like heart getting brighter and brighter!
Am I... worth it...
he murmured to himself,
Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
Just hearing a soft sound, the glass-colored heart suddenly emitted a dazzling light. In his body, it seemed as if some heavy shackles were broken. The turbulent and strong emotions were mixed with the pure sword intention.
, came to his mind!
at this moment, at this moment,
The shackles in human genes have imprisoned the strong men of Daxia for more than a hundred years, a ceiling that no one can break.
It was chopped into pieces by Zhou Ping's own hands.