The fragments of the world were shattered in his hands. Wang Shuo's body was shaking a little, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold and cold!
He returned to the junction without saying a word and looked at the Chaos Bridge above the junction.
I am afraid that the outer barrier cannot be broken down easily. Even if it can be broken down, it will take time.
Unless you can find a way out from the Chaos Bridge, there are too many unknowns on the Chaos Bridge. You never know where the gray material river under the Chaos Bridge leads to.
In the end, Fang Shuo gave up this idea and stopped thinking about the Chaos Bridge. Instead, he recovered his strength as quickly as possible and planned to go to the barrier the next day and continue bombarding it.
Little did I know.
At the weak point of the barrier, a large wave was set off, and the black material covered the broken exit, and began to repair the damage at an extremely fast speed.
But in an instant, two of the cracks on it had disappeared.
And this speed is still increasing.
It wasn't until the last crack was left that the big wave fell and disappeared into the black river.
This means that Wang Shuo's hard work for so long was all wasted in an instant.
Wang Shuo in the junction gradually woke up during the long recovery. When he recovered, he immediately got up and came to the barrier.
However, they suddenly discovered that the place was filled with a black substance, enveloping the barrier.
He was very familiar with this black substance. It was the substance that protected the barrier when he first hit it...
But how did this substance suddenly appear?
Weren't these substances scattered by him?
Wang Shuo opened his mouth wide and his body trembled a little. When he felt that the hope that had suddenly risen was suddenly shattered, a kind of depression that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly erupted!
He used all his strength and punched the barrier.
Boom~
The black mist dispersed, and the barrier behind appeared in front of Wang Shuo again.
There should have been seven or eight cracks in this barrier, but there was only one crack left, and it was so subtle that it was difficult to detect.
Fixed!
Did the barrier repair itself?
So many days of hard work were wasted overnight? Wang Shuo clenched his fists, unable to accept this reality.
He continued to hit the barrier almost frantically, punching 3,130 times, and the bones of both hands were almost shattered. Looking at his hands that could no longer be lifted, and the bloody skin due to the blows, Wang Shuo felt helpless.
Kneel down.
Unspeakable pain arose in my heart, and I didn't say anything for a long time. I just sat down against the wall and looked at the rolling black torrent, my eyes a little hollow.
Is... is there really no other way?
He gritted his teeth and laughed bitterly.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he slowly stood up and walked towards the place where the world fragments appeared.
When he came here and picked up the fragments, the scene under the sycamore tree finally appeared inside.
Under the orange leaves, next to the white jade table, the Phoenix Master sat on it, murmuring his name.
He held a cyan wine glass in his hand and held it slowly in his arms. His eyes were full of tenderness, as if the glass was Wang Shuo.
Looking at the face that was so close yet seemed so far away, Wang Shuo's hands trembled a little. He raised his hands, but finally put them down.
He didn't dare to touch this fragment of the world, for fear that if he touched it, the fragment would disappear, break into pieces, and dissipate into little bits of white light.
He just sat next to Hongliu, looking at Phoenix Master holding the cup in his arms, stupidly... looking at it without saying a word.
The Phoenix Master held the cup, her eyes showing a little sadness, longing, and fatigue. Finally, as she coughed violently, her body began to tremble continuously.
That graceful body and white jade hands held her chest, and the coughing became louder and louder, until a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the entire white jade table was stained red with blood.
She supported the table with her hands, and her complexion turned a little rosy, but she never put down the cup in her hand.
Instead, he took out a small carving knife, engraved Wang Shuo's name on it, blew the powder away from the cup, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
But it was this smile that made Wang Shuo's heart sting for some unknown reason...
As the last sycamore leaf fell and adorned the red skirt of Lord Phoenix, the fragments of the world turned into countless white light spots and dispersed...
Wang Shuo's throat rolled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word.
He just looked at the place where the fragments disappeared, motionless, like a sculpture, weakly lowering his injured hands.
The blood dripped down the arm, fell into the long black river, and was swept away by the river, but it did not make a single ripple.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
During the long waiting time, Wang Shuo was like a puppet, watching the long black river that kept flowing.
Until the second fragment appeared, Wang Shuo seemed to regain a little energy and reached out to grab this fragment of the world.
The fragments of the world bloomed in the hands, and Fengshan appeared again.
What followed this time was the figure of the Phoenix Master last time. This time she was holding the cup and standing up. The beautiful scene was broken by a panicked shout, and countless people hurriedly came to the mountain.
From a distance, I saw a Kunpeng, which fell down at the foot of Fengshan Mountain. There was no good piece of meat on its body anymore, and its two wings were shattered, leaving only bones.
There was even a fatal wound on his chest that penetrated his entire body. Blood spurted out from Kunpeng's body. Countless monsters emerged from under him, surrounding Kunpeng and crying incessantly.
Kunpeng slowly raised his head and looked at Fengshan, which was already in the Phoenix Territory. He finally showed a smile, then his head sank and he fell to the ground.
Many phoenixes and monsters hurriedly stepped forward, picked up Kunpeng, and sent him to the back of Fengshan Mountain to recuperate.
People from the Phoenix tribe also began to take over the demon tribe, healed their wounds, prepared spiritual herbs, spiritual fruits, and meat, and fell into a short period of busyness.
To the south, there was also a group of people, covered in blood, who rushed into the Phoenix tribe's territory. The people who came were dressed in blood-red clothes, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or clothes.
And these people are the Asura clan.
When they came closer, a group of Asuras knelt down in front of the Phoenix Master and begged the Phoenix Master to save Ancestor Styx.
Feng Zhang opened her mouth, revealing a trace of bitterness, then covered her mouth and coughed dryly. When she put her hand down again, her palm was already stained with some bright red blood.
It's not that she won't go, but that they can't protect themselves now.
Soon, Zhunti and Zhunti also came to help take care of the injured Asura clan. Looking at these injured people, the two couldn't help but think of...
The people in the West gritted their teeth and couldn't stop their tears from falling at the scene of being massacred at the foot of Qinglian Daotai Mountain.
That day, the clouds were dark and heavy, a bit gloomy...