Chapter 150: Killing people can't make up for the knife, turning back...
"Mosquito! Mosquito!"
The most vicious curse from Meng Yan'er lingers in the Supreme Lord's ears just like the soul-calling!
Regardless of her lifespan, she doesn't remember anything, and endlessly stirs up waves of magma from the second-layer magma law light wheel, gathering on the arms and spear of the magma giant, providing endless forward momentum for a little red light.
The spear stabs the palm!
A little red light on the tip of the spear, one meter deep, formed by two thunderbolt palms that overlapped and overlapped to form a thunder and lightning cave.
Meng Yan'er is trying his best, but the Supreme Lord is also showing his respect for his life.
The endless fire and thunder strangled and exploded each other, as if they were enemies of life and death, fighting to the death——
This is an out-and-out battle!
Meng Yan'er seemed to have completely exploded. He would not give up until he achieved his goal. His heroic appearance was stunning and dazzling. He actually thrust a Yanyang spear several hundred meters long into the double thunderbolt palms, almost
Pierced most of the double thunderbolt palm.
Under the attack of the endless thunder pool, the Yanyang Spear moved forward firmly, forward, and continuously forward. The light never stopped, and the faith was like the sun----
even!
Meng Yan'er seemed to still have some energy left, and his roar was still as loud as ever, shaking the sky.
Much to the amazement of His Majesty!
Obsession illuminates the picture, and gun-yang people are determined!
finally!
"Crack!"
With a sudden crisp sound, like glass shattering, Meng Yan'er stabbed through the double thunderbolt palms from the outside to the inside, and a huge magma hole suddenly appeared.
And this round of holes seemed to be the beginning of collapse. In an instant, thousands of thunderbolts in the thunderbolt palm were like bubbles, flowing crazily along the big hole and fading away.
Boom boom----
The thunderbolts rolled, and hundreds of magic thunder dragons dissipated unwillingly between the sky and the earth. To put it bluntly, the thunderbolt palms were just two attacks, not real objects, and they had insufficient stamina!
Taishang's defense was penetrated!
The surprise is in an instant, and the dawn of hope arrives!
Meng Yan'er's killing power remained unabated, riding on the rolling heat wave, using the last part of her life to water the spear, and rekindled the faint red light on the spear tip!
The magma steamed again, and he stabbed the Taishang in front of him with a spear!
"Mosquito, let's die together!"
moment!
The high temperature, the high temperature that exceeded the limit of magma, was accompanied by the spear tip piercing Taishang's whole body.
this moment!
There is only light left between heaven and earth!
At this moment, the three-second lag ended, and the light wheel of the Law of Inaction behind the Taishang's head trembled, suddenly turning into a layer of light wheel of the Law of Space that carries all things.
The electric light and flint room!
An invisible but heavy power of space permeated Taishang's whole body.
Thus, the short-distance space jump begins!
Then...
The Taishang's body turned into an illusion, leaving only an afterimage that resembled himself.
And this afterimage, under the fiery red spear tip, was like being bombarded head-on by a small sun. At such a terrifying height, just the touch melted the skin and flesh, evaporated the tendons and blood, and corroded the bone marrow. In an instant,
The afterimage of the Supreme Being disappeared into nothingness just above the tip of the spear, turning into a puff of glorious vapor.
finally!
In Meng Yaner's view, his obsession was completed!
The result was a success!
but!
Emptiness, endless emptiness!
After taking revenge, Meng Yan'er now has nothing left.
Just a poor man.
Ridiculous, really ridiculous——
Now she no longer has the persistence to live. With the revenge completed, there is no happiness or joy, only boundless pain.
Visible to the naked eye!
There is no part of her body that is not marked with the cracks of thunder and lightning. If her body had not turned into lava and lost her sense of touch and pain, Meng Yan'er would definitely have fallen to the paralysis of the endless thunderbolts of thunder and lightning.
"call--"
Now, with no more persistence, the tight breath in Meng Yan'er's chest was released, and the vitality suddenly flowed away like gravel in a funnel.
In just one second, life is gone!
at the same time!
As she breathed out, her huge body like a magma giant began to collapse. The red magma quickly cooled and turned into pitch black lava rocks, which were scattered piece by piece in the scorched forest.
It can be said that ashes return to ashes and dust returns to dust.
"Bang bang bang!"
There was a dull sound of lava rocks falling to the ground, and Meng Yan'er's figure could be vaguely seen inside the falling lava rocks.
She was crying, shedding tears of blood!
The tears have dried up, and he can only bleed now. All the beauty disappeared overnight. She doesn't even know what happened or why the mosquito wanted to kill her daughter.
What is in front of you is a fog, you can see it but you can’t touch it!
But she is no longer able to find the answer!
How sad!
"Boom boom boom..."
As the last lava stone fell, the sun shining in the sky fell, and her life ended!
quiet!
Surprisingly quiet!
The forest has turned into a scorched earth. Not even a shadow of a ghost can be seen. The buildings are empty. At this moment, Meng Yaner's whole body is like a broken porcelain doll. The dark cracks are scary to see.
The whole body has been carbonized and can no longer be put back together.
Her eyes stared blankly at the red sky. The burning clouds after the war were still there, as if the shadow of death had drowned out the last bit of light.
Dusk is approaching——
"Husband, daughter!"
A void!
"It's been such a long day!"
"Tap! Tread!"
Suddenly there were footsteps, one step at a time, they seemed to be walking slowly but actually they were fast. Meng Yan'er's eyes, which had dried up her tears, looked at the person who came with a dull look!
See you!
On the desolate scorched earth, a slender figure walked slowly to her side. The person's black and white eyes looked at him indifferently. If the length of the body is increased by one point, it will be too long, and if it is reduced by one point, it will be too long.
Too short!
The powder is too white, the red is too red, the eyebrows are like green feathers, the skin is like white snow, the waist is like silk, and the teeth are like shells, just like an immortal traveling from the painting, every move coincides with the nature of heaven and earth, making people unconsciously
Want to be close.
but!
Invisibly, the mountains are far away, like the sky, separating people from the ends of the earth.
What a beautiful fairy!
If it weren't for the protruding Adam's apple of the visitor, Meng Yan'er would have thought that the visitor was a female fairy.
Beautiful things always make people happy!
although!
Now is arguably the worst time.
but!
Before dying, it would be a comfort to be able to look at such a face and appreciate it for the last time.
Meng Yan'er looked at the person with blank eyes. It didn't matter what he wanted to do. She had nothing to lose.
The only shortcoming of this man is that he is too cold, so cold that it reminds him of the enemy who killed his husband and that bastard Mosquito.
But she didn't dare to think about it deeply.
The sun is halfway down and the soul is in the sky, life is a lonely shadow!
Faint clouds, scorched earth!
One person and one demon, staring at each other and keeping silent until the end!
In less than ten breaths...
Meng Yan'er was tired and slowly closed her eyes.
Even! She didn't speak before she died.
The person standing next to Meng Yaner had nothing but ice in his indifferent eyes.
Still cold.
And this person was the one who gave himself plastic surgery and fine-tuned his face to a hundred percent perfection. As for the Supreme Master, if he wanted to use his face, his own would be the best.
After many years!
Taishang's plastic surgery career has been slowly adjusting, but a 100% perfect face is really a bit too monstrous.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes!
To reach a level of perfection, to put it bluntly, it is very difficult, even so high that it is somewhat unrealistic, a bit contrary to nature, and even heaven cannot tolerate it.
Somehow...
The Supreme Being always felt that if his face were really 100% perfect, he would easily be punished by God.
Therefore, for the sake of caution, the face of the Supreme Being can be infinitely close to 100%, and it can be continuously fine-tuned.
But it cannot be equal to 100%, as it can easily lead to disaster.
As for Meng Yan'er's death, His Majesty was very merciful and did not reveal the cruel truth at the last moment!
He also didn't tell Meng Yan'er that he had at least a hundred strategic plans, and even if he didn't come forward, he could kill Meng Yan'er cunningly.
Sometimes the more you know, the easier it is for you to collapse!
How good would it be to be light and free when you have nothing to do and walk freely?
His Majesty is neither a good person nor a bad person.
He has his own set of ideas, although many times he seems incompatible with normal people.
"Huh... Meng Yan'er."
but!
Kindness is kindness, respect is respect, but the necessary steps cannot be ignored.
See you!
A cold light flashed in Taishang's eyes, and three seconds later, the magic thunderbolt cyclone in his left palm reappeared, and most of the remaining magic energy in the Dantian exploded.
So, in the next ten minutes, dozens of thousands of kilometers of thunder dragon palms were seen shooting out of the sky, scraping the ground with their palms, shaking thousands of miles!
The ground was trembling, and in the distance I could see a large number of escaped demons and animals. They were all competing against one another in confusion. The corners of their mouths twitched and they cursed: "Mosquito Bird is definitely a psycho, an obsessive lunatic who has been playing with the ground."
."
"It's not over yet?"
"Even if they are beaten to death, trampled to death, or starved to death in the future, they will never go back to that ghost place."
"What a rubbish mosquito bird, bah!"
But the Supreme Being didn't care about that much, after forcibly plowing the entire forest land, including Meng Yan'er's body, to a depth of dozens of meters.
The location where Taishang is at this moment has suddenly turned into a new basin!
Now!
Meng Yan'er, a powerful man, must have died, which made the Supreme Being feel a little relieved.
no way!
Who knows if Meng Yan'er is dead or not? If she suddenly pretends to be dead and shoots him again, and she is stuck for three seconds and she has no time to react, then the joke will be too big.
so!
Taishang must use the most cautious and respectful attitude to finish the last hit!
If you kill someone, you can't make up for it with a sword, but if you turn around and cut off the waist with a sword!
Throughout the ages...how many heroes and planners have fallen to a simple non-last hit.
It's a pity, but I have to admit that last-hitting is absolutely necessary, especially for a strong player with vitality and a lot of cards.
They can still live even if they die.
What a headache!
at last!
The Supreme Being stretched out his flawless jade palm, and the hollow human face with a cunning smile wandered on the skin. He opened his big hollow mouth and extradited Meng Yan'er's soul to the world of death.
The Supreme Being can finally breathe a sigh of relief!