The compassionate smile on the evil god's face turned cold. Through the pale and cold fingers and the faint icy blue lake water, it saw a pair of eyes as dark as dead water.
"It's so noisy, do you think... I have a choice?"
The two bodies were stacked up and down, sinking in the water for a long time.
But the sound of the rapids like heavy rain hitting the lake never faded away.
Ninety-nine's dark eyes with no whites visible still had no real color.
The sound of heavy rain hitting the lake filled my ears.
Ninety-nine's head, which was forced backward by those silk threads, suddenly lifted up.
She raised her eyelids and looked at the True Ancestor Evil God through countless intertwined and floating threads with cold eyes.
"Do you really think that you have peeked into my heart, with such a face, calling this name, and getting the same memory as hers, with a bewitching tone, do you really think that you have become her?"
Ninety-nine's face was expressionless, and his head that was forced to be raised back was like a rusty joint that had lost engine oil and was struggling to be lifted.
Likewise, her sagging arms and bent body began to lift stiffly and slowly, returning to their original positions.
The thread floating in the water was pulled straight by her.
The ninety-nine and five fingers were lightly spread, and a handful of silk thread was wrapped around the back of the wrist. The fingers were tightened, and the opposite direction was pulled hard toward him.
The True Ancestor Evil God found that his arm was entangled with silk threads floating in the water.
It was actually tangled up in the thread of its own desire.
Under the pull of that force, Jiujiu didn't mind the evil god's approach, and even took the initiative to pull it close to him, with the tips of his noses touching each other.
The desire turned into a black mist as strong as substance, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whose body it was emanating from.
At this moment, Jiujiu found her true heart from the abyss of desire, but she was still in the torrent of desire, and there was still no white in her dark eyes.
The eyes that were almost eerily calm seemed to reflect the sky, earth, nebula, and everything in the world.
Her whole body exudes a strange and sticky black mist of desire, but her eyes cannot reflect even half of her true desire.
"But it's really noisy..."
Jiujiu's lips raised a cold arc: "Don't you know that my master always talks very little?"
"You really gave me a very boring dream."
"But dolls shouldn't have dreams.
You deceive me as a human being and use dreams as bait to drag me into the abyss? You have done it wrong from the beginning."
Jiujiu raised her tilted head higher, and her arm bones made a creaking sound like rusty joint friction.
She gritted her teeth and laughed, raising her slender neck, and blood overflowed from her lips and melted into the water.
Jiujiu almost seemed to be unreasonable and grabbed the layers of silk threads tied around his neck. The force was so strong that he even scratched the layer of skin with his nails, dug his fingers deep into it, and pulled the silk threads violently out.
Pull.
The sharp thread cut the skin during the pulling process, and blood spurted out, dyeing it a watery red.
She was like a koi fish caught in a fishing net, struggling hard in the net.
Even if his scales are scraped off by the sharp wires and his skin is rolled and injured, he still has to fight to the death.
Ninety-nine, covered in scars, struggled out of the fishing net threads, but she did not let go of the evil god's body.
She suddenly raised a bleeding arm, spread her fingers, and the silk threads floating messily in the water entangled themselves in her palm, flying and intertwined to form a translucent spear.
The tip of the gun was pointed at the evil god's back.
The True Ancestor Evil God felt the sharp edge behind him, but it still looked down at Jiujiu's face without any emotion.
It blinked very slowly, and then laughed softly.
The evil god's palm carelessly caressed Jiujiu's cheek, and said with a leisurely smile:
"Your soul is more valuable than I thought. I allow you to be wild for once."
The arm holding the gun suddenly bent!
Poof!
The spear, which was condensed from thousands of threads of desire, penetrated both of their bodies at the same time.
The blood of the evil god and the blood of Yinghuo merged together.
The heart of the furnace under Ninety-nine's chest was completely polluted into pitch black, and the whites and pupils of his eyes were completely unclear and turned into two bottomless black holes.
Like an endless abyss, a strange and ominous aura that makes people feel chilly spreads.
"Evil God, don't even think about going anywhere else. Just stay in my body and rot with my soul."
The taste from the evil god's desire, the pleasure of decadence and addiction.
There is an abyss beneath her, and she leads the evil god to fall and sink, rushing towards the fascination of death together.
Indulging in the sweet poison of desire, sucking it deep into your heart.
The face of the evil god pierced by the spear began to become blurred, and its body dissolved like melting ice, wrapping Ninety-Nine's body in all directions.
Ninety-nine sank into it, gradually absorbing the evil god's melted body into his own body.
Her body covered in black mist slowly emerged from the lake.
Ninety-nine opened his dark eyes.
When consciousness returns, the world is under the field of vision, and the sound of wind and rain is still in the ears.
It's just that this cool drizzle is completely different from the heavy rain in the lake just now.
The night is like smoke, and the warm rain is as thin as cow hair, falling on the body, refreshing and light, like powder and falling gauze. It is more like moist smoke than rain.
The holy golden sword light shone across the earth, crossing over Jiujiu's face, but it could not illuminate her pair of pitch-black eyes without the whites of her eyes.
There was no humanity left in her eyes, only extreme indifference and madness.
It seemed like it took a long time, but in the real world it was only a short moment.
Those shadow wizards who were carried into the sky by the golden sword intent were still swimming upstream.
Once sucked into the Holy Sword Mountain of that day, the Shadow Witch will be swept away and purified completely by the extreme sword intent.
Bai Lian looked at Jiujiu, whose eyes were completely dark, with an unprecedented serious expression.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although he was unable to capture the true soul of the True Ancestor Evil God, he could still sense how Jiujiu's body had changed at that moment.
Jiujiu gave him an emotionless smile and said: "I admit that you are powerful and unmatched at this moment, but sometimes, you are not blindly powerful. Simply relying on strength can turn the tide and save all sentient beings."
The sword light covered by the wind and rain fell faintly into her eyes, but it still couldn't reflect any light.
But Bailian could clearly feel Jiujiu's eyes falling on him.
He was looking at him carefully.
"You are very strong, but at this moment you lack the ability to love others, so today... you are destined to be unable to save anyone."
Jiujiu smiled strangely at him, then opened her arms and stretched out her fingers. Thousands of silk threads quickly and infinitely extended from her fingers, like a needle passing through threads, pulling out the rising shadow witches in the sky.
The bodies are all connected together.
Not a single one falls.
At first, Balian thought she was using this method to try to resist and struggle, forcing these shadow witches who had been filled with the desires of the immortals to stay in the world in this way.
But who knows the next moment, her ten fingers move together, and the shadow wizards dance like countless puppets controlled by her fingers.
The translucent silk threads flew rapidly in the air, like countless golden threads dancing under the refraction of the sword light. The thin and flexible threads set off a terrifying sound of storm in the sky.
And driven by those threads.
Countless shadow witches did not return to the immortal's back, but followed the sword intent of Tiance Junshan Sword and quickly rose to the direction of the Holy Sword Mountain that day.
And the countless silk threads connected to the ninety-nine fingers were like bait threads, lifting her body lightly and flying high like a delicate kite.
The slender body was quickly swallowed up by the brilliant golden light in everyone's sight.
When the immortals who had suffered from the shadow witch saw this scene, they were both puzzled and delighted.
"Could it be that this evil person knew that his conspiracy was failed and he was about to be judged by the Immortal Lord? He was so disheartened that he committed suicide on his own initiative?"
"I believe that the real body of this thief is Yinghuo, a puppet from Shifang City. Yinghuo was created by Snow Girl, the daughter of the Golden Fairy. She has always only obeyed the orders of Snow Girl. How could she collude with the evil god today and murder the immortals?
?!"
"Could it be that more than ten years ago, there was a hidden secret behind Miss Snow's fall? Could it be that she was blown up to death so that the golden cicada could escape, but she was actually secretly manipulating the puppet Yinghuo to create such a shocking conspiracy?"
Fang Geyu, who was coming out of the cold tower with Six Consciousnesses in hand, suddenly heard the words of these immortals talking, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
The sharp-eyed immortal saw Fang Geyu appearing and analyzed vigorously:
"Whether Snow Girl is dead or not, the doll will be passed down from generation to generation. If she takes action, it must be following someone's order.
The puppet Yinghuo has done this misfortune today, and Shifang City's suspicions are not small. When he returns to the world, he must go to the immortal to ask for orders, and he needs to send the immortal punishment envoy down to earth to investigate the good things in Shifang City?!"
Immediately, some immortals were quite angry after hearing these remarks. Jinxian Weitu snorted coldly and said:
"As you said, the master of the Zhong Hua Immortal Mansion is the father of Xue Fu. If that is the case, doesn't it mean that Mr. Chu Liang is also a serious suspect and must be handcuffed and put on trial?"
The immortal who had spoken so confidently just now suddenly had a stern look on his face, with a look of fear in his eyes: "Lord Wei Tu, you have spoken harshly... You have spoken harshly..."
Shifang City is just a small human force. Even though its financial resources are strong enough to shake the Three Realms, in terms of its true strength, it is not as good as the three human sects.
Of course, interrogation is easy.
But the status of the master of Zhonghuaxian Mansion is completely different. Just because he is a Golden Immortal, they have no qualifications to interrogate him.
Not to mention the Immortal Prison, even if you want to interrogate a golden immortal in the entire Immortal Prison, you must carefully consider it.
Not to mention that Zhonghuaxian Mansion is not directly under the control of the Shangqing Immortal Realm. Zhonghuaxian Mansion is one of the four Jingxu Mansions in Kunlun and has an outstanding status.
If you want to move Chu Liang, it means you are trying to move the emperor's head.
The consequences of offending such a predator in the fairy world are definitely not something they can afford.
However, the expression of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was far less relaxed and carefree than that of the immortals. His brows darkened and his expression became more serious. He glanced deeply at Balian and said:
"There is something wrong with this matter. There is no way that the body that has absorbed the evil god's body will actively seek death!"
As soon as the words were spoken, before Balian could respond, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was stunned.
A very strange thought suddenly came to my mind.
Why did he always want to ask this young man's opinion frequently while resisting the evil god?
When... did he treat this corpse demon boy so equally?
As soon as this thought came up, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan suddenly started sweating profusely on his back.
Such a state of mind is very similar to the way he got along with the generals who had not yet fallen into demons.
As an emperor, he respects the saints and is aloof, which is the aloofness of a person.
There are only a handful of people who can allow him to subconsciously communicate with each other and ask for opinions on the battlefield.
As the Lord of the Six Realms, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan knows that in this world, there must be no one who can sit on an equal footing with him and have the same state of mind.
Even if Kunlun God Cang Nanyi is extremely talented and regarded as the strongest among the five deities, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan is always trying to suppress her and will never allow her aloof status to be shaken.
But how could this young man be so relaxed?!
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was about to commit suicide when he saw Bailian's body swaying violently in the sky, and his face suddenly turned pale, as if his body had suffered an invisible blow.
He clutched his chest, leaned forward, and vomited a large mouthful of blood.
What is eye-catching is that the blood is actually a deep black color.
Balian wiped the blood from the corners of his lips calmly, and glanced sideways at Immortal Zhu Zhan, catching the serious murderous intent in his eyes.
I couldn't help but laugh secretly and thought to myself.
He was once Zhu Zhan's favorite successor to the Immortal Way. Their relationship was half master and half friend. Even on the most dangerous battlefields, they were able to trust each other.
Now, in his eyes, he has become a heretic demon.
Balian, who has simply experienced the vicissitudes of the world, has long looked down on the relationship between life and death. His heart is not bound, so he is not bad.
With his current state of mind, he couldn't afford to cause too many disturbances.
He said calmly: "Things have indeed become more and more difficult, Yinghuo is more difficult to deal with than I thought.
She turned herself into the eye of desire, threw herself into the Holy Sword Mountain of Heaven, and used her heart to absorb the desires of the world and the earth, the resentment of the world, the hatred of the world, the violence of the world, and other negative emotions in an attempt to pollute the Holy Sword Mountain of the Fallen Heaven.
If she succeeds, the overwhelming sword intention of my sword will turn into the most terrifying sword of desire in the world, cutting straight into people's hearts, and there will be no room for change."
Even though he was talking about such horrific things, Balian's eyes still had a calm color, and his blood-stained thin lips opened and closed, showing the indifference of life and death:
"At this point, the gods and Buddhas will not be able to survive, and they will perish for thousands of catastrophes."
As soon as he finished speaking, as if to verify the authenticity of what he said, the sky rumbled, and the sword mountain filled with the holy golden light actually began to rumble and fall, and was thrown away from the ninth heaven.
An extremely shocking picture appeared before the eyes of the world.
All over the world, no matter where you are, as long as you can look up at the sky, you can see that the golden-stained Sword Mountain in the sky is falling.