Chapter 806: Doomed to fail, Kui Shan's Kui character
The doctor went directly to die together, but failed to cause any great damage to the other party. The remaining few people looked at each other and immediately understood that there was actually not much point in continuing to delay the time.
On the contrary, it would be better to cut off one of his fingers.
The mute painter stepped forward and walked towards the Blood Lama, while the demon master looked back at Emperor Ying in the distance and frowned.
"I don't know why, but I hate this guy."
The demon master turned around to meet Emperor Ying.
Mi Yin said nothing and followed the painter silently.
The painter held the brush in his hand, stretched out his hand, and a piece of golden paper spread out in front of him. He looked at the Blood Lama in the distance, and his pen was like a dragon, and he quickly sketched the current appearance of the Blood Lama on the paper.
But Mi Yin stood in front of the painter, motionless.
The Blood Lama had broken off one of his arms, and now stretched out his other arm, turning into a giant hand made of gold that collapsed like the sky.
Mi Yin took a breath, stretched out her arms, and faced the giant hand.
His arms were broken by every inch, and the force rolled through him. All the bones in his body were shattered in an instant, and the clothes on his body shattered into powder. His flesh and blood were like a whirlpool on the surface of the sea. His skin was torn, and his flesh and blood collapsed.
However, he still blocked the giant golden hand.
Only when all his flesh and blood crumbled into powder, leaving only a skeleton covered with ice cracks, did a terrifying power emerge from his body.
All the flesh and blood in his body condensed in an instant, as if time had gone back in time. The force, far beyond what he could bear, was pushed out by his hands.
Magical power to turn the tide.
No matter how much force you bear, you can return your own strength together with these forces, and coerce them into stronger strength.
The hand stretched out by the Blood Lama suddenly shattered.
The big hand, like a huge golden wall, disappeared silently, leaving only golden powder all over the sky, swaying down.
Mi Yin looked back at the painter and smiled.
"Let me say it for the last time, I still think your calligraphy is better than your painting."
After leaving these words behind, Mi Yin turned into a flash of light and disappeared regardless of the painter's reaction.
The painter has already painted the current appearance of the Blood Lama, including the seven layers of circular light behind him and the Buddhist kingdom within each layer of circular light. Everything is lifelike.
When he stopped writing, the Blood Lama in the painting even moved his eyes to look at the artist.
After the painter finished painting, he did not start immediately, but started writing again and wrote on the side.
"We will never see each other again. It is shameless to give this painting to Mi."
At this moment, the Blood Lama in the painting shot out two divine lights from his eyes, directly piercing the artist's chest.
The painter looked calmly, looking at the painting with a hint of regret on his face, and waved the brush again.
Just with this one stroke, a layer of round light behind the Blood Lama in the painting was erased by the painter.
At the same time, the round light behind the head of the Blood Lama in reality also disappeared by a layer, as if it had never existed.
One of the seven Buddhist kingdoms also disappeared instantly.
After one stroke, the Blood Lama took action in anger, but the painter did not raise his head or look at it. He waved his big brush again and once again erased a layer of round light, a Buddhist kingdom.
When the brush fell, the divine light swayed by the Blood Lama also fell, and the artist's painting evaporated in the divine light together with the artist.
However, after the painter died, the round light behind the Blood Lama's head was still reduced to only five layers.
On the other side, after Mi Yin completed the attack, she came to the demon master again.
The spiritual light inspired by the demon master was continuously integrated into his body. Mi Yin followed suit and once again performed a turn to turn the tide, and was struck by Emperor Ying's hand turned into a sword.
But this time, his body turned into a skeleton again, and was even cut in two. Even after using all his strength to turn the tide, he did not recover again.
His body was still shattering, and the condensed power was condensed into a lightsaber with one of his hands, which directly pierced Emperor Ying's chest.
The bones of the hand shattered and dissipated, and in the end half of the skull was left. Before it completely dissipated, Mi Yin looked at the demon master and laughed.
"Little dwarf, don't think I don't know. You have been attracted to the doctor's dark side for a long time. Now you will not regret it for not taking action earlier, haha..."
The laughter dissipated, and half of the skull was completely shattered into powder.
Turning the tide brought too much load, and it was an unbelievable act in itself. Mi Yin simply couldn't perform it twice in one day.
If you perform such a high-intensity attack twice in one day, you will definitely die.
Emperor Ying touched a sword wound on his chest. His body was pierced. It was as if the wound was already there and there was no way to recover from it.
As long as he mobilizes his strength to recover, the wound will be like a ruin that is beyond his control, constantly devouring his strength and maintaining that appearance.
Originally, he thought that the other party could not completely contain his power, it was more like a rebound after squeezing.
Now he was wrong. The other party had completely condensed his power at the cost of his death, and then applied power in turn to make it stronger, so strong that it was like a stronger version of himself stabbed him.
Even his current practice has been completely replicated in the past.
At this moment, the demon master also completed the gathering of strength. He turned into a giant and attacked Emperor Ying.
Emperor Ying just stretched out a hand and blocked the mountain-like fist.
He began to use his skills to turn the demon master into resources and devour them.
Who would have thought that the demon master who had turned into a giant would be swallowed up by him without any resistance. The giant was like a phantom, and in an instant it turned into a beating heart and sank into his palm.
The heart was dissolved by Emperor Ying and turned into his power, but there was a demonic power in it that could not be refined or disappeared. It condensed on the sword wound on his chest and turned into a beating heart.
The demon power inside is absorbing his power and growing continuously. However, this thing already belongs to him, but it is completely out of his control.
Emperor Ying reached out to dig in expressionlessly, but he couldn't touch the heart at all.
The sword wound, the demon power heart, one after another, the other party never intended to live from the beginning, but intended to use his life to inflict harm on him.
Now, the sword wound on his chest and the demonic heart complemented each other, completely turning him into a flaw, forcibly creating a fatal flaw in his body.
Seeing that there was no way to deal with it for the time being, Emperor Ying stopped taking care of it.
He raised his head and looked at the Blood Lama in the distance.
Now, only the two of them are left. Whoever survives in the end will get the final authority and the inheritance of the gods.
Emperor Ying stepped towards the Blood Lama, looking at the Yuanguang Buddha Kingdom behind the Blood Lama, his eyes full of disdain.
Even though the previous copycat demon masters and painters were limited in their abilities in this world, Emperor Ying would not look down on him. He would never be able to reach the pinnacle of that kind of skill.
"The authority of gods can never be obtained through deception or deception.
The so-called authority is something that this world cannot see or touch.
However, authority is the only reality in this world."
Emperor Ying walked forward step by step. He stretched out his hand and held it in the air. A purple-gold scepter appeared in his palm.
For a moment, everything around him seemed to be attracted, sinking into his body continuously.
Emperor Ying's aura was rising, and his figure seemed to be expanding, rising step by step. After seven steps, he transformed into a tall giant, wearing purple and gold imperial robes, wearing a nine-dragon crown on his head, and a majestic face.
People cannot look directly.
"The way of transforming the outside world is difficult to reach the level of elegance."
Emperor Ying held the scepter in his hand and shouted violently.
Then he saw the living beings in the Buddha's kingdom of round light behind the Blood Lama's head who were worshiping devoutly. They were all startled, as if they were about to wake up.
The Blood Lama was shocked. He must have been unable to defeat him in a fight, but Emperor Ying was able to awaken his transformation.
He flew up from the lotus platform, swung his body, and transformed into his true body, with three heads and six arms, and a vajra with angry eyes.
This is preparation for a head-to-head fight with Emperor Ying.
The two giants fought hand-to-hand, and used countless magic and secret techniques to fight. The fight caused landslides and cracks in the ground. The topography of the coastline continued to change. The seabed began to be exposed, and the seawater was forcibly evaporated by the terrifying power.
…
Qin Yang came to the place of Guixu, but it was different from what he thought.
The ocean has evaporated, leaving only a bottomless abyss, still devouring everything around it.
Qin Yang turned back and glanced to the west. Those two bastards fought so fiercely and so unscrupulously that in the ordinary world, they would have been shattered long ago.
He stood on the edge and looked at the authority transformed in front of him.
The details inside are being filled in rapidly.
This means that the creatures trapped by the Blood Lama are also dissipating rapidly, all information and knowledge are disappearing, and the value of the things in his hands is getting higher and higher.
But this is not enough.
He had to be confident enough and confirm that there would be no other place except Guixu, before he could jump down to Guixu and give it a try.
…
As the battle continued, the creatures in the outermost circular light of the Blood Lama began to break free from transformation.
A layer of circular light shattered.
The shadow of Emperor Ying holding the scepter, with a majestic face, shouted loudly.
"Heretic!"
Another layer of round light collapsed.
A month later, the Bloody Lama fell to the ground, his heart filled with despair.
He still doesn't understand why Emperor Ying was able to resolve his transformation so easily.
He knew that he had been completely defeated, and it seemed that Emperor Ying knew this from the very beginning of the battle.
"how did you do that?"
"The authority of the gods is never obtained through deception or deception." Emperor Ying looked down at the Blood Lama, his eyes still showing a trace of disdain.
"In the ancient heaven, there were no gods who truly held power, not even a single Buddhist.
Don’t you understand yet?
No matter how close you seem to be to authority, you can never hold it.
A heretic will still be a heretic."
"Emperor Ying!" The Blood Lama was furious.
He never thought that the reason for his defeat was not because of lack of strength.
It's because of what he's proud of.
Because there was no way he could succeed from the start.
Even without Emperor Ying.
Even if he is the only one left in this world, he will never be able to hold power.
He roared angrily and wanted to fight to the death. It didn't matter if he failed, he still wanted Emperor Ying to be unable to control him.
However, Emperor Ying lowered his eyebrows and did not even look at him. He held the scepter in his hand and waved it casually.
The blood lama's strength and body were like scattered snowflakes, constantly breaking and dissipating silently.
After killing the Blood Lama, Emperor Ying looked at the scepter in his hand and frowned slightly.
The scepter is still a shadow.
He held the scepter in his hand, and everything in front of him seemed to have lost its luster.
Under the guidance of the scepter, there seemed to be something in the darkness, in the far west.
That's the last contender.
He walked away, a thousand miles in one step.
…
The extreme west of the world, in the world shrouded in mist, is the border here.
Meng Yi stood on his door, looking at the east, thinking to himself.
"Qin Yang, now I will return the authority I got to you. What I can do here has been done, but you still underestimated Emperor Ying."
Meng Yi's figure slowly disappeared.
The authority he gained unintentionally in this world also lost control when he left.
This means starting from now on.
Emperor Ying was the only one left who took the road of kingship and fought for power.
…
At the edge of the Guixu Land, Qin Yang looked at the shadow of authority in front of him. Except for the top part, all the remaining details were completely completed.
He no longer hesitated, jumped up, and let the suction force in the ruins swallow him up.
Wandering in the darkness, sinking continuously into endless nothingness.
Not being able to feel anything was a great terror.
Qin Yang silently mobilized a trace of the sea-eyed magic stone, hoping that the killer Qin Yang would be as reliable as ever and the result of the deduction would not be wrong.
In an instant, the dark interior of Guixu Land was like a blooming kaleidoscope. Endless colors appeared in his eyes. Countless substances and endless information were constantly rolling in this kaleidoscope.
The shadow of Qin Yang holding the scepter, guided by the information represented by the arc at the top, guided the direction and shuttled through this kaleidoscope world.
Ignoring all the information, he went straight to the one he was looking for.
After passing through countless kaleidoscopes, the last picture appeared in front of him.
He dove in headfirst.
The sky was blood red, rain of blood was falling, and the whole world was filled with the atmosphere of decadence and doomsday.
Suddenly, the sky started to tear like rags.
The earth was also torn apart by invisible force and shattered into pieces.
Rays of divine light turned into meteors and fell from the sky. Each ray of divine light represented the fall of a strong man.
A man in purple and gold robes with golden eyes stood in the sky. His aura was decayed, and the divine light on his body had disappeared.
Opposite him, a giant with a green face and fangs, a corpse-like air all over his body, his arms broken at the shoulder level, and a bloody mouth descended from the sky.
"It's cool!"
"With Fu Jun gone, you idiot, you can't even hope to survive until tomorrow!"
The giant swallowed up the golden-eyed man in one gulp, then looked up to the sky and laughed three times.
The flesh and blood on his body shattered and dissipated, and as the blood rain fell, the bones on his body also continued to shatter and fall.
After these things fell to the earth, they merged with the blood rain and turned into mountains.
In the end, only his spine was left standing, turning into a giant peak soaring into the sky, suppressing the earth beneath his feet.
The brief scene suddenly collapsed.
Qin Yang looked a little shocked.
He was wrong, wrong from the beginning.
Kuishan and Nianhai in Kuishan were not the same thing from the beginning!
And that giant with a green face and fangs, and a body full of zombie aura, had such characteristics, and was even mentioned by Fu Jun.
He still doesn't understand.
This guy is the legendary corpse chief who follows Fu Jun.
The only corpse king in the world.
Kuishan...
Corpse leader...
The truth has been in front of you from the beginning, and even the name has not changed.
He never thought of it.
On the top of the shadow of authority in his hand, a skull with fangs condensed out.
The skeleton hand grabbed the skull from behind.
A shadowy scepter.
At this moment, it suddenly condensed.
Qin Yang holds the scepter in his hand, hanging in the place of Guixu.
At this moment, he seemed to grasp the truth of the entire world.