Arnold came like a tyrant, the corners of his smile splitting slightly towards his ears, and he showed an extremely ferocious smile to Zheng Xiu.
Woohoo!
Zheng Xiu looked down at the sky and the earth.
At this moment, under the feet of Zheng Xiu and Arnold, there is no more beautiful and colorful world, only a flat black land, which is full of cracks, devastated and unsightly.
There are no mountains and rivers, no oceans, no plants, no humans, no flowers, birds, fish and insects.
This situation was like a bare, empty plate that had been devoured by Arnold without leaving even a trace of remains.
The weak voice of "all things" echoed in Zheng Xiu's ears.
Not only of this world, but also of his divine kingdom.
"All things" are crying, "all things" are dying, and "all things" are "wailing".
However, Zheng Xiu also heard it.
He heard Xi'er, who was holding the silk, cursing and sewing the aberrant creature as clothes;
He heard Jiang Gaoyi typing furiously on the keyboard, and the sound of Dou Da's cold sweat dripping on the ground;
He heard Wei Ruyi shouting to everyone in a firm voice that his brother would return safely;
He heard Mo Jiezai singing "Haoran Righteousness Song" loudly over and over again.
He heard the four orchid girls playing and singing, making their voices heard in the world;
He also heard Jun Buxiao laughing while wandering back to back with the old genius doctor in the apocalypse;
He heard the old miracle doctor complaining about back pain while holding six butcher knives to cut vegetables;
He heard Ji Hongou poke the seven inches of the "snake" with her slender fingers, and poked out the infatuation snake venom, mixed it into her poison attack, and knocked down a large piece with a blow;
He heard the sound of the snake moaning and complaining after being poked by Ji Hongou and then spitting out and falling limply into his sister Ye's arms;
He heard the blind king holding a flying knife in his hand, shaking out the knife, "Heaven and earth lend their lives, and the universe is destined to change." The blind king opened his eyes again;
He heard the Brotherhood assassins who used to run in the streets and alleys of Daqian Capital City were now running on a larger stage, with sharp voices popping out of their sleeves;
He even heard the sound of the monk, alone, risking his own life, burning his flesh and blood to illuminate the world in front of the demon king's world-destroying figure;
He also heard the collapse of the Babel Tower, and a "human figure" fell from the tower into the group of aberrations, crying "uncle"...
Huh? There seems to be something strange mixed in.
Zheng Xiu was in a particularly peaceful mood.
These sounds are the tenacious voices of "all things" when they are on the verge of death, holding on to their last breath even if their backs are bent, roaring out the voices of unwillingness and struggle.
"Shh..."
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, raised his fingers to his lips, and made a silencing gesture in front of Arnold:
"Did you hear that? The food in your eyes will also get stuck in your teeth."
However, when the two worlds, equivalent to Arnold's "flesh and blood incarnation", were clearly transmitted back to Arnold's senses, the ferocious smile on Arnold's face suddenly solidified.
The "Devil King" that he shot towards the other side of the world was "offset".
Eliminating the existence of the "Devil King" is not Zheng Xiu, the serious true god, but the fragile... "human beings" who in his eyes can only be used to fill his stomach.
A bald man.
A delicious looking bald guy.
After Zheng Xiu said that, the clown's scepter slapped into his palm again and disappeared.
Arnold's frozen smile bloomed again, and he smiled happily: "It's okay, Arnold can just eat harder."
As he spoke, he turned his palms up again.
In the palm of his hand, the next "Devil King" is brewing.
Facing Arnold's almost "threatening" behavior, Zheng Xiu put away his "false name" as if he didn't see it, slowly raised his right hand, and held it in front of him, as if he was holding something.
Seeing Zheng Xiu's strange behavior, Arnold's movement to drive the demon froze suddenly. His head tilted slightly to one side, using this gesture to convey the doubts in Arnold's heart at the moment.
Zheng Xiu hooked his tail finger.
He closed his eyes.
Imagine holding a pen in your hand.
In front of him, there was a blank piece of paper.
Use the earth as the mat, the sky as the paper, and the heart as the pen.
This feeling has been long gone.
Suddenly, Zheng Xiu seemed to have returned to the cannibal painting. His thoughts drifted back to the world in the painting, and the last hundred years of loneliness when he painted the same painting countless times.
At the end of the cannibal painting, Zheng Xiu was so crazy that he almost got plotted. He lost a battle of ideas without gunpowder and painted "Xieluo River" and became "Gongsun Mo".
That experience left a strong mark on Zheng Xiu's journey to becoming a god.
Now, he stood in the sky of a strange world, overlooking the devastation of the land, and also wanted to paint a picture. However, at this moment, Zheng Xiu's mentality was no longer the same as that of him in the world in the painting.
Zheng Xiu's little finger trembled slightly at a level invisible to the naked eye. He was feeling the connection between himself and Feng Bei. The only connection, which penetrated time and space and crossed the sea of origin, kept the two of them from losing contact... .
call!
Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief. He was calm, relaxed and calm at the moment, which was in sharp contrast to the ferocious Arnold.
"You know, someone once told me that 'missing' is a kind of power."
…
Above the Kingdom of Zheng Xiu.
Xiao Wu, who was flying around blindly like an elf a second ago, flapping his wings, suddenly seemed to hear Zheng Xiu's voice. His wings were stiff and he stood motionless in the air.
"Huh?"
The corners of Xiaowu's eyes were moist at first, and ripples seemed to appear in her empty heart.
"Why is Xiaowu crying?"
"why?"
"Ah, hey...what is this?"
"Tears?"
"why?"
"I can't stop it..."
Xiaowu's tears couldn't stop flowing down, moistening her delicate and helpless little face.
She wiped her face with her hands in panic.
Xiao Wu knew that it was called "tears", which is a physiological reaction that humans can't help but show when expressing sadness, joy or other uncontrollable "emotions".
But she is not a human being, why is she crying?
She is just the navigator, the navigator.
"What a waste of resources."
Xiao Wu covered his face and let the crystal clear tears burst out from between his fingers.
"hope……"
The whimpering Xiao Wu muttered one word indistinctly.
…
"'Missing' is a kind of power."
Zheng Xiu began to paint.
The invisible pen outlines streams of light in the void.
Gradually, a painting took shape in front of Zheng Xiu.
is a person.
A woman with long hair tied behind her head and dressed in a smart outfit.
"what is that!"
Arnold's pupils suddenly shrank, and the squirming flesh and blood between heaven and earth opened wide and bloody mouths.
In the billions of mouths, sharp teeth opened and closed, making sharp and shrill screams.
"what is that!"
"what is that!"
"what is that!"
"Who is that!"
Arnold's body began to tremble.
The heaven and earth also trembled.
The flesh and blood squirm slower.
Zheng Xiu hadn't finished painting the "person" yet. He hadn't even painted the face. But when Arnold saw that looming figure, that figure that was both strange and familiar, every cell in his body was trembling. , Arnold even heard the painful whine coming from his cells.
"Demon King!"
Arnold raised his hand, a mini black palm. The moment Arnold raised his palm, it strangely appeared in front of Zheng Xiu, and put a palm print on Zheng Xiu's chest.
Zheng Xiu's expression remained unchanged, and he responded [intuitively]. He had foreseen this palm, and also foresaw "the next few seconds" when his chest would be shattered by this palm. Zheng Xiu turned his body in advance, and the super mini "Devil King" easily smashed Zheng Xiu's left shoulder.
Zheng Xiu's left shoulder was bloody, and Arnold's palm made a palm-shaped bloody hole. Zheng Xiu's left arm hung limply.
But Arnold's attack did not bring any hindrance to Zheng Xiu's "painting". Zheng Xiu never even looked away. He stared deeply at the figure outlined by the flowing lines drawn in front of him.
"Just right, almost ink."
Zheng Xiu smiled, took out a piece of blood from his left shoulder with his right hand, and sprinkled it to the sky and the earth.
Draw people, add the finishing touch!
The next second.
The figure drawn by Zheng Xiu suddenly became vivid. The outline he sketched, the clothes, and the long hair swelled, emerged, and protruded at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming real in the blink of an eye.
A slender hand wearing a black glove came out of the light curtain, followed by a second one.
Dressed in black, her long hair tied back, covering her right eye, the beauty turned from illusion to "real", with smiling eyes, and gently hugged Zheng Xiu.
"ah--"
Arnold looked at the "woman" who suddenly appeared in the sky and embraced Zheng Xiu. After a moment of shock, he grabbed his face irritably and let out a scream that caused the surrounding space to collapse and distort.
The screams turned into layers of crushing waves, pushing towards Zheng Xiu.
"Noisy."
Feng Bei raised his hand and clapped his head back without looking back.
The invisible and twisted waves stopped in an instant and turned into nothingness.
The twisted flesh and blood that covered the black and dead land began to retreat crazily in the opposite direction of Feng Bei at the moment Feng Bei appeared, like the tide receding.
"Finally, it's quiet."
"Feng Bei" walked out of Zheng Xiu's painting, hugged Zheng Xiu tightly for a few seconds, and then reluctantly let go.
Zheng Xiu gently held Feng Bei's waist, and the two of them stood against the wind like a couple of gods, standing at the end of the doomsday.
"I'm not who I am."
Feng Bei's cold eyes moved away from his palms and smiled slightly: "Now I am just your 'missing', right?"
Zheng Xiu nodded.
"I see."
Feng Bei raised his head slightly, and his dark eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void and look at other worlds.
"Husband, you are looking for me."
"Missing" named "Fengbei" quickly understood his current situation.
She seemed to sense the location of her "body" and her current situation.
"Where are you now?"
Zheng Xiu drew "Fengbei" for the first time and refused to let go, as if once he let go, Fengbei would disappear before his eyes.
But he knew very well that the Feng Bei in front of him was not the real Feng Bei. The Fengbei in front of him is nothing but the longing in his heart. Through his paintings and combined with his memory of Fengbei, he created a "body of missing".
It is impossible for the "missing body" to know about issues that Zheng Xiu himself does not know.
But Zheng Xiu still asked, with the slightest thought of "even if", "maybe", and "maybe".
"Feng Bei" pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out an index finger, and gently touched Zheng Xiu's lips.
"Stop asking."
Zheng Xiu was speechless.
The two looked at each other, Zheng Xiu was relieved and silent.
"Feng Bei remembers that in the cannibal painting, you promised to paint a painting when you got married."
The "Fengbei Missing Body", which had all the memories of Zheng Xiu, suddenly asked a question in a joking and playful tone: "Now the husband is finally here."
"But husband, the promise you are fulfilling now, was it painted for me or for her?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this.
Zheng Xiu knew very well that Feng Bei was talking about the fact that in the cannibal painting, when he got married to the woman who "looked like Xie Luo He but was actually Feng Bei", Zheng Xiu promised "Xie Luo He" three things.
One of the things he did was to paint a picture of the River Ciel.
But it was actually Feng Bei who agreed.
Although Zheng Xiu clicked his eyes at the end of the cannibal painting, in fact, the painting was unfinished.
Until now.
While knowing this, Zheng Xiu was puzzled.
How can the missing body also release propositions?
Could it be that in his subconscious mind, Feng Bei was a little woman who would raise her palms and desperately ask questions for her man?
No, Feng Bei is definitely not this kind of person.
The "missing body" seems to have Feng Bei's character and Feng Bei's thoughts, but these are all embodied by the "missing" in Zheng Xiu's heart. Zheng Xiu thought that Feng Bei would play tricks on Zheng Xiu, so he made a plan.
But Feng Bei, the missing person, was not obsessed with the answer. He smiled brightly and left Zheng Xiu's arms, like a dark meteor, flying towards the frightened Arnold.
Arnold's body shattered in an instant, breaking into millions of pieces and fleeing from all directions.
"etc!"
Zheng Xiu called to Feng Bei.
Feng Bei paused slightly.
Zheng Xiu swish, swish, his hand speed exploded, and he drew another Fengbei.
"I'm afraid that one 'Fengbei' is not enough. Can I draw a few more?"
Feng Bei's missing body rolled his eyes angrily.
Fengbei flew out one by one.
Zheng Xiu seemed to want to vent the unhappiness hidden deep in his subconscious while searching for Feng Bei along the way.
Some Fengbei are murderous, some Fengbei are gentle and virtuous, and some Fengbei are ruthless.
Fengbei with different expressions flew towards the world in Zheng Xiu's hands like the "Fengbei Legion", chasing Arnold's clone.
More and more Fengbei appeared in Zheng Xiu's paintings. Some Fengbei nodded to Zheng Xiu and quickly passed through the invasion passage and returned to Zheng Xiu's Kingdom of God.
"You are so generous with your skills!"
At this time, the orange cat popped up from behind Zheng Xiu, revealing its head. She witnessed Zheng Xiu creating a "Fengbei Missing Body" and a "Fengbei Army" in the blink of an eye. She could understand this bizarre scene, but she was still amazed and praised: "I didn't expect you to think of it. This move."
Zheng Xiu's left shoulder is being repaired bit by bit, and the progress is slow. But at this moment, Zheng Xiu no longer needed to take action. He had drawn a total of one hundred "Feng Bei", enough to spread across the two worlds and bring a final conclusion to this divine war.
"Actually, I was vaguely aware of it when Arnold's 'Demon King' posture was Feng Bei's 'Palm'."
Zheng Xiu smiled and said:
"Anuo has not completely merged with the false god now, or perhaps the false god was actually eliminated by Feng Bei hundreds of years ago, and the remaining fragments of authority have developed to this day and become a new god."
"But his demon king posture turned out to be Feng Bei's palm, which explains one thing. Feng Bei's 'invincibility' is imprinted in that guy's DNA... No, it's imprinted in the memory mixed with the fragments of authority. .”
"Arnold may not know who Feng Bei is, but the fear from his heart is enough to destroy him."
Zheng Xiu smiled: "Come to think of it, the Fengbei I drew cannot be as strong as Fengbei. If Anuo is a little braver, or the false god who died and was reborn again can be braver and break the The demonic barrier in their hearts, if they can look back and fight it, they will find that the Fengbei I drew is just made of paper and is of no use."
In the sky and on the ground, there was a shadow of Zun Fengbei, and his sharp gaze penetrated Zheng Xiu like a sharp sword.
Zheng Xiu shut up immediately.
"I mean, I can't draw even one percent of Feng Bei's stunning style."
His sharp eyes turned elsewhere.
Zheng Xiu and Orange Cat looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
"So, it was actually Feng Bei who destroyed Arnold. It was Feng Bei who planted the seeds of 'fear' in that guy's authority."
Zheng Xiu sighed.
(End of chapter)
