On the constantly collapsing ground, a battery car was slowly advancing along the broken streets.
Lu Wuwei had already turned the handle to the end, but the speed of the car was still far behind the speed at which the Yata mirror shattered. Dust and gravel instantly engulfed his body.
Void cracks spread around him, and he seemed to be about to fall into them soon.
Lu Wuwei calmly looked back at the crumbling earth and sky, silently slid down the windshield of his helmet, pressed a little yellow duck on top of his head, and flew up unsteadily.
He did not choose to leave the Yata Mirror along the gap, but turned around and faced the void fragments in the sky, driving on the edge of the shattered world and heading towards the depths of the broken Yata Mirror.
Of the two orders Zuo Qing placed, he only completed one, and there was still one person left... who he hadn't found yet.
Before the order is completed, no matter how the world collapses, nothing can stop him.
This is Lu Wuwei's mission that must be achieved.
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remains.
Clang——!
A sharp sword flashed by, and Wu Xiangnan's body fell to the ground again, with his empty eyes looking at the sky, without the slightest trace of life.
After a moment, his body quickly reorganized, a violent coughing sound sounded, and he stood up from the ground staggeringly, breathing heavily.
"How many times has this happened?"
"The thirty-second time."
The white-haired Wang Mian held [Yi Yuan] in his hand and looked at him with a complicated expression, "You have been killed by me thirty-two times in a row. No matter how fast my knife is, the shadow and despair caused by death are still real.
Yes, don’t you really want to take a break?”
Wu Xiangnan raised his head, glanced at the ruins in the distance that were crumbling at an alarming speed, and shook his head.
"There is no time. I must integrate with this source as soon as possible. I can feel that the fit between me and it is infinitely close to perfection... As long as I do it again, I can achieve the expected results."
Wang Mian was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "I understand, then let's do it again."
Wu Xiangnan walked up to the original ball that was only the size of a table tennis ball, took a deep breath, raised his hand firmly again, and touched it.
After thirty-two consecutive intakes and purifications, this mass of origin has been basically completely absorbed by Wu Xiangnan, and the origin impurities expelled by him through death have also turned into a black pool, flowing in the potholes in front of the temple.
middle.
As Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand, the last trace of essence poured into his body. His eyes shrank, and the next moment, a blade of light flashed past his neck at just the right moment.
Thirty-third death.
A moment later, under Wang Mian's gaze, Wu Xiangnan stood up unsteadily from the ground, his eyes as bright as stars.
After this rebirth, Wang Mian clearly felt that Wu Xiangnan's temperament seemed different from before.
His body began to vaguely exude a sense of arrogance and fierceness. Although it was very weak, under this aura, he felt like a king who dominated some kind of power, powerful and mysterious.
Wu Xiangnan let out a sigh, looked down at his palm, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Succeeded?" Wang Mian asked.
"Yes." Wu Xiangnan nodded, "I have fused the origin and myself to the final critical point. As long as I am reborn, I can briefly give birth to a ray of law..."
"What type of law?"
"The Law of the Sun." Wu Xiangnan said calmly, "This source is the source of the sun that fell from Amaterasu. Correspondingly, it can only give birth to the Law of the Sun.
No matter what the law is, it actually doesn't mean much to me. My own strength has not reached the divine realm, so I cannot mobilize the power of this law at all. Its only function is to serve as a weapon to kill gods."
Wang Mian nodded slightly.
From this point of view, this law does not fit with him. As an agent of the God of Time, his own divine ruins are related to time. If he rashly introduces the law of the sun into his body, he is simply asking for death. Once he does this,
, maybe not even able to live for three months.
The collapsed void cracks spread rapidly in the ruins. Wang Mian glanced into the distance, and his eyebrows became solemn:
"Where do we go next?"
"The Yata Mirror is about to be destroyed, and that thing should be born soon... Only by borrowing it can we enter Takamagahara."
Wu Xiangnan took off his blood-soaked clothes, took out a neatly folded light blue cloak from the backpack on the side, and put it on his body solemnly and solemnly.
Seeing this, Wang Mian's expression became complicated, "I haven't seen [Lan Yu]'s team uniform for a long time... It seems that you really don't plan to look back."
"From the moment I first absorbed this source, there was no turning back." Wu Xiangnan gently rubbed his light blue cloak with his palm and spoke calmly,
"Even if it's hundreds of kilometers away from Daxia, I will still be here to let the mark of [Blue Rain] bloom for the last time."
The voice fell,
One light blue, one dark gray, the two figures quickly disappeared into the sky along the shattered sky.
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Misty Japan.
A stream of clouds quickly passed over the ruins of the city, speeding away in a certain direction.
"Mr. Lu is a senior who is at the ceiling level of mankind. It is not that easy to get into trouble." After listening to the descriptions of several other people, Lin Qiye said with a smile.
Baili Pangpang nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the top, the huge black-gold sky that covered the entire sky of Japan, and he couldn't help but ask:
"What is that? When we came out of the 'human circle' before, it seemed like there wasn't one yet?"
"That is the blade of a divine weapon." Lin Qiye drove the somersault cloud and explained while flying directly below the blade, "Back then, God Guojin forged the nine-handled Fujin Sword, just to one day combine the nine swords into one.
Ability to condense an artifact-level Fujin Sword.
According to rumors, the Fujin Sword after the nine knives were combined into one is a divine weapon of the same level as the Tiancongyun Sword. It can cut through Gao Tianyuan, the home of the gods, and it is also the last resort for the Kokujin God to defeat the Tianjin God..."
Just as he was mid-sentence, Lin Qiye suddenly froze on the spot.
"Cut open Gao Tianyuan...Cut open Gao Tianyuan..." He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes gradually lit up, and he murmured these words.
The other people looked at each other and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"I know why the old king Mian must send Pangpang back to fifty years ago to guard the gap in the 'human circle'..." In Lin Qiye's mind, all the clues were connected together, and a bright look appeared on his face.
The color of enlightenment,
"His purpose is not only to save the tens of millions of people living in the 'human circle', but also to save the Nine Fujin Swords!"