"Shape 4, cat scissors!"
In the yellow sand of the desert, two people who were once close friends of life and death are engaged in the most primitive fight.
The monk said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, but the irony is that every retribution he received was neither good nor evil, right or wrong. The dark light was like a ruthless sharp knife, destroying Zheng Xiu in these years. The "weird form" created through hard work.
“Monk!!!”
"All things are broken in two!"
As time went by, Zheng Xiu stood up from the pool of blood again and again. He roared and wielded the giant scissors to launch the "Two Cuts of All Things" at the monk. The sharp sword energy split the desert into two.
The sharp-edged ravine stretched from Zheng Xiu's feet to the horizon. The fine sand that continued to flow into the ravine formed a huge quicksand pit.
Also divided into two halves was the monk's body.
The monk has half left and right eyes, his left eye is smiling, his right eye is looking back, and his hands are clasped together.
Actuated by the milky white light, "Good Retribution" moisturizes things and repairs everything in the world silently.
"Evil begets evil."
"Brother, please."
A purer black light covered everything in the world. Zheng Xiu couldn't dodge and was neatly "cut off" from the waist down. Blood spurted from his mouth and he fell from the air to the ground.
The light wheel behind the monk has opened its seventh circle. In the "retribution for good and evil" again and again, every form Zheng Xiu used was completely shattered by the "retribution for evil" of the monk. It was completely shattered. , leaving no trace.
If Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner] is sacrificed at this moment, you can see that the other side of the die, which was once blank, is full of cracks, and the rotating twenty-sided die seems to be broken at any time.
at the same time.
The prisoner's heart is in prison.
Click, click, click, along with the unheard sound on the rusty cage fence, as Zheng Xiu's strange form was shattered again and again, fine cracks appeared on the cage.
A piece of parchment floated out of the void, a corner of which spontaneously ignited strangely, and landed on the game table.
The parchment was filled with strange garbled words. At this moment, in the corner that Zheng Xiu didn't see, the garbled words on the parchment suddenly seemed to be recompiled, jumping, squirming, twisting, and gradually transformed back into Zheng Xiu's. Xiu’s familiar appearance.
[Restrictions]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]
[Compatibility]: [One hundred and forty percent]
On the self-igniting parchment, the column of Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner's] compatibility was recorded, and the progress after it reached 100%. From the moment Zheng Xiu's double swords of purgatory were shattered, as Zheng Xiu urged the magic again and again. To meet the challenge of [Surprise Cage], [Fitness] quietly increases step by step.
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[Restrictions]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]
[Compatibility]: [One hundred and forty-five percent]
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[Restrictions]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]
[Compatibility]: [One hundred and fifty percent]
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[Restrictions]: [Surprise Cage (Unfinished)]
[Compatibility]: [One hundred and fifty-five percent]
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A fierce battle was raging outside.
Zheng Xiu fell down again and again, and stood up again and again in the milky white light.
Contrary to the excitement outside, the prison in his heart was silently shattering, and changes that Zheng Xiu had not expected occurred bit by bit.
The thick fog outside the prison rolled up a whirlpool of distinct colors silently, like a silent stormy sea.
A pair of pale, slender arms stretched out bit by bit from the thick fog for the first time in a long time.
Delve into the prison of the heart.
If Zheng Xiu were here at this moment, he would definitely curse: Riddle Arm.
The riddle arm quietly faded from Zheng Xiu’s memory a long, long, long time ago.
The riddle arm quietly stretched into the prison of the heart, groping blindly for something at first.
Soon, Riddle Arm flipped his wrist, and a gray mask appeared between Riddle Arm's fingers.
There was only a hole left in the mask, and the riddle arm was holding the mask, staring at the natural parchment on the game table.
The parchment burned little by little, turning into pitch-black ashes where it burned, and then annihilated little by little.
The riddle arm showed off its mask. Behind the mask, there seemed to be a pair of eyes from the outside world. The mask faced forward, staring silently at the ancient scroll on the table.
After an unknown amount of time, the other hand slowly raised up, about to take the photo.
That arm seemed to be trying to extinguish the flames on the parchment, trying to stop all this.
…
"Shape Jiu!"
Two short swords, one black and one white, appeared in Zheng Xiu's hands.
"Go-getter! Moye!"
The monk is about to clasp his hands and release the eighth ring of good and evil will be rewarded.
Seeing his palms slowly closing together, the next moment, the expected light was not released. The monk looked puzzled. When he lowered his head, he saw that his arms were cut off together silently.
Zheng Xiu's speed at this moment was beyond the reach of the eye, as fast as lightning. The two severed arms were about to come together in mid-air, and Zheng Xiu's swords swung together, cutting the monk's arms into minced flesh.
"Hee hee hee!"
The monk's arms were broken, but he let out a weird laugh, jumped up high, and clapped his feet together.
Snapped!
Can it still be like this?
Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next second he and his sword were overwhelmed by "evil retribution".
The shape is broken!
[Prisoner] There is another crack in the strange thing.
The boundless karma was like a meat grinder, easily cutting Zheng Xiu's body into bloody mud. Zheng Xiu had never experienced such a brutal fight. Death was not scary. The most terrifying thing was that the intense pain that could destroy anyone's will was performed on him again and again.
"Brother! Brother! Please!"
Zheng Xiu's face turned pale, and his consciousness was quickly escaping. The monk's left eye shed tears, and he clapped his feet again. The light of "good reward" once again "restored the broken Zheng Xiu as before".
The milky white light warmly enveloped Zheng Xiu. For a moment, Zheng Xiu completely relaxed and allowed himself to be immersed in the milky white light.
"It's a monk."
Zheng Xiu opened his eyes. He had just been doubtful, but now he was finally convinced that the alternation of evil and good retribution was not only due to the limitations of "His" ability.
The fundamental reason why He must be restrained and must use good and evil retributions in this alternating manner is because of "struggle"!
What Zheng Xiu is experiencing now is not only the struggle between him and the monk, but also the struggle between the monk's "kind heart" and "disgusting heart"!
"Why bother?"
Under the influence of the "good reward" ability, the monk's arms, which had been cut into flesh and bone fragments by the two swords, instantly returned to their original state. He smiled ferociously and stretched out his palm, grabbing the left side of his face. Three blood marks were left on the fair and handsome left face. The skin and flesh were turned out and blood dripped down.
He laughed and shouted over and over again.
"Why bother?"
"Why bother?"
"Evil will be punished! Evil will be punished! Isn't it good to accept retribution quietly?"
The monk asked again and again.
As if asking Zheng Xiu.
It's like asking the monk in the body.
In the monk's consciousness, he is also experiencing a bloodless battle of ideas.
Snap!
Zheng Xiu just stood up and was about to say something when his feet suddenly collapsed, and a piece of space collapsed and sank, revealing a dark ocean like a data stream.
Zheng Xiu's face changed color slightly, and he moved and took a few steps. He suddenly realized that the scenery of the desert yellow sand was being torn apart at a speed visible to the naked eye in the distance. The "scenery" was like a "jigsaw puzzle", peeling off piece by piece and disappearing piece by piece.
Zheng Xiu raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the light screen in the sky that was playing the battle scenes in other rooms.
The largest light curtain reflected the panoramic view of the "city". Most of the city collapsed, and large blocks of buildings shattered and fell from the main body of the city, and were swallowed by the increasingly turbulent dark ocean.
Among them, the light curtain representing the space between the snow and the swamp became pitch black, and the same scene of sky-shattering and earth-shattering was staged in the flame where his father was.
Combined with the "panoramic view" of the city, it was not difficult for Zheng Xiu to guess what the dark curtain of light meant.
Zheng Xiu was silent, and with a flick of his right wrist, a long knife with a sharp blade and a simple shape appeared in his hand.
"Form Three, Broken Moon."
As more and more cracks appeared on the [Prisoner] monster, there were not many forms left for Zheng Xiu to change.
"Hee hee hee hee! Hee hee hee hee!"
The left side of the monk's face was torn, and the shocking scar formed a sharp contrast with the intact other side. His laughter drew Zheng Xiu's attention away from the light screen again.
"The ghost is collapsing."
"This means that the monk can't hold on any longer."
Zheng Xiu looked around and quickly understood the current situation.
The silver sphere in the sky was covered with luminous textures. The light became brighter and brighter, and it cracked. The silver sphere became larger than when first seen. A closer look revealed that it was the sphere that was moving towards the sky along the luminous cracks. The outside is "expanding".
Rather than saying it is expanding, it is better to say that the huge silver sphere is "splitting", and what is hidden in the "encryption" is about to be revealed!
Hourglass!
Where's the hourglass!
Zheng Xiu's breath was stagnant, and he subconsciously looked at the "Just Level" in the sky. He saw only a few fine sands passing through the hourglass in the balance.
"Meow!"
Zheng Xiu was struggling with the monk on the yellow sand for a long time, while the orange cat, who had been watching with cold eyes and making no move, suddenly stood up and meowed.
Lady Anne raised three paws: "Three seconds!"
"No matter what method you use, hold Him back for three seconds for me!"
"This is...the only chance!"
As he spoke, the light curtain between the flames shook violently, then went out, completely darkening forever.
Zheng Xiu's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he nodded calmly: "Okay."
He took the initiative to walk towards the monk. With every step he took, his hair turned white, and with every step he took, his expression became older.
projection!
Zheng Baimei!
The monk touched his bald head, smiled slightly, and put his hands together!
bass.
The light wheel behind him expanded outward layer by layer, opening the eighth wheel!
The eight-round aperture turns black silently.
Retribution!
The dark light drowned Zheng Xiu, and the boundless karma cruelly washed away every inch of Zheng Xiu's skin, peeling off skin, flesh, and bones. The monk's ability was extremely terrifying. In the face of "evil retribution", Zheng Xiu's body was as fragile as paper. With the impact of the black light curtain, it turned into a set of blood-stained bones in the blink of an eye!
There was only a little bit of flesh hanging on Zheng Xiu's head, but the two eyes in his eye sockets were still bright.
Life hangs on a thread, life and death hang on the line!
Draw your sword! ! !
Clang!
In an instant, in Zheng Xiu's field of vision, the world stood still, everything was silent, and the sky and the earth were desolate!
The monk's face, with cruelty on the right side and worry on the left side, was like a painting, frozen in Zheng Xiu's eyes.
Boom!
Zheng Xiu's white hair broke in the air, and Zheng Xiu's human soul floated out, stepping on the barren yellow sand, looking at the monk in the distance, raising his hand...
One sword!
Heaven and earth come together with one sword!
Life and death are on the line, a shocking sword!
This was the move that Zheng Xiu kept until the end, and it was enough to make the final decision! This is a move that Zheng Xiu can only show his complete posture when he is on the verge of life and death! The ultimate sword intent from Sword Master Zheng Baimei is enough to destroy all sword intent.
At this moment, Zheng Xiu seemed to be in a static space where only he could move. In this world, in this space, only the sword master, and only the dying Zheng Baimei, could wield his sword with all his will.
In an instant, in a glance, in a blink of an eye, in one-tenth, no, in one ten-thousandth of a second, compressed to a very short moment, thousands of sword intentions penetrated the monk's body, easily destroying the monk with eight circles of light on his back. The monk's body below his head was chopped into pieces and turned into flying dust.
There was no blood, no flesh. The moment Zheng Xiu drew his sword, the person receiving the sword was deprived of even the chance to feel pain and experience life and death. When the still time passed again, the body below the monk's head seemed to have been gently wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving nothing on the desert!
Three seconds!
Plop!
Zheng Xiu fell to the ground, with only a skeleton left, and his heart gradually stopped beating in his chest. Logically speaking, it is impossible for humans to survive such injuries.
Granules sprouted rapidly under the monk's neck. Even if he did not use "good retribution" to become a Buddha, he was almost immortal, and his physical body was recovering at a terrifying speed.
The orange cat ignored Zheng Xiu, who was on the verge of death. She took advantage of the three seconds that Zheng Xiu fought for to fly up, with her claws raised, and a "power" with countless jade feet twisting, the ultimate thing that resembled a throne. Shoot for the "Just Flat" in the sky!
No master or god would ever use his own authority as a brick wall. But once it reaches this point, it means that things have reached a point where there is no room for change, and a supreme being has to fight to the death in this way!
"Ah! Look at it!"
Lady Anne was furious, and her authority struck at the level of justice!
The struggle between authorities also means that there will be a distinction between masters.
Bo!
In the sky, the gleaming scales, which symbolized "justice", shattered in response.
The response broke.
The response broke.
"Broken, broken, broken?"
The instigator of all this, the once aloof and elegant Lord, has now become an aggrieved lady Anne, an orange cat obsessed with fish cakes. Even she, after seeing with her own eyes that her broken power is safe and sound, and the other party's justice is equal The moment the response broke, a moment of astonishment appeared on the face of the fluffy cat.
"Oh my god!"
As expected of Anne, Anne responded very quickly. She suddenly felt dumbfounded, and at the same time a strange sadness flashed through her heart. Her authority was incomplete. A long, long, long, long time ago, it was shattered into pieces by a dead bat. But there is only one possibility for the "just peace" that can shatter even her broken authority. Now in front of them, the just peace that invades and shines here is also broken!
That one... the Lord of Justice... sent it?
Sent?
Backdated?
Has His authority also been thrown into this garbage dump?
Aha?
ah? ? ?
Who killed "Justice"?
ah? ? ? ? ?
It took Anne 0.5 seconds to crush the justice. It took Anne 0.5 seconds to understand the situation. It took Anne a full second to be shocked. With one second left, Anne had no time to rejoice or lament that it turned out to be a false alarm. The cat's shadow moved and instantly arrived in front of the [Emperor] who was about to disintegrate. The flesh ball seemed to be stamped and gently pressed against the silver celestial body. surface.
"Boo~"
"Answer my call!"
bass.
The silver celestial body disintegrated along the lines on the surface, and a strong and elegant light covered the space and swept the earth.
"Good reward!"
On the side, the monk who had managed to regenerate a pair of hands impatiently patted Zheng Xiu, fearing that Zheng Xiu would die, and then used "Good Retribution" to regenerate the flesh and blood of Zheng Xiu who fell on the ground.
[Emperor] disintegrated, and layers of fragments wrapped around the central light like satellites. After disintegrating, the already huge celestial body hung in the sky like a silver scorching sun.
The monk looked anxiously at the [Emperor], the thing they longed for.
Time seemed to stand still.
A distraught cat slowly floated down from the sky.
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
"Woooooooooooo..."
"It's over, it's all over."
Anne didn't know what she saw, and she knelt on the desert in despair.
Let out a shrill wail.
(End of chapter)
