NovelPantry Chapter 355
Chapter 355
Chapter 355
Huang Yang Yaoxue, with his hands behind his back, felt that his body was full of true energy like a vast river, and in an instant he felt invincible.
After a while, he calmed down his mentality. He knew that this was the temptation brought about by the sudden increase in power. At this moment, the elves were still in disaster.
He cannot sink.
What's more, the constant threat of death made him terrified, so he stopped thinking about it, turned his eyes to look at the blood dripping from the sky, and looked at the playwright in the distance through the wind and snow.
Huang Yang Yaoxue spread out her hands, like a mountain looking up, her breath like a vast sun, her mind like a god.
Proud! Invincible! Domineering! Confident!
"The world is destroyed!"
As soon as the words fell, the hands spread out, and spread out left and right, as if capturing a round of vast sun, the light cluster became bigger and bigger, gradually covering the original darkness, and turning into a vast expanse of splendor.
Just like the coming of the galaxy, a vast expanse.
boom!
Boom!
One shot, the mountains and rivers are smashed, the jade twists evaporate, the rivers and rivers repeat, the world is difficult!
"Dark Blood Ignorance!"
Looking at the struggling figure in the distance, Di Ming's heart aroused some interest. If a person who has escaped from the trajectory of fate can't even make him happy, then why should he exist?
"Those who please the God of the Underworld should remain in this world!"
The joy in the words became more and more intense, but the true energy in the body was like a river going downhill, attacking Huang Yang Yaoxue.
For proving your worth.
He has already left his life in the midst of his moves, it just depends on whether he can grasp it.
The dark color of blood and the radiance of holy light, the symphony is like the collision of two worlds. At this moment, everything in the world disappears, leaving only the sky full of snow and wind and blood!
Fight for the ultimate redemption!
"Ok!"
Taking a step back, a drop of sweat from Huang Yang Yaoxue's forehead fell to the ground, making a clear ticking sound that resounded throughout the scene of a battle that transcended ordinary meaning.
After all, he was defeated.
Although, he engraved the forbidden source of elves into his body, and obtained the power that once belonged to the god of elves, against the gods.
It's a pity that this power is only external after all, not to mention that his body can't bear such a monstrous external force. In the final duel, he will inevitably fall into a disadvantage.
"Ha ha!"
Gently retracting his palm, looking at the fallen people, the playwright's eyes were filled with a look of pity. In fact, he prefers creation to destruction.
Create some strange creations, creations that do not exist in this world.Just now, Huang Yang Yaoxue's swearing-in resistance has already made him a little bit interested, but it still failed after all.
Because, he lost.
I lost to myself.
Therefore, he also lost the opportunity to become the great creation of the god of the underworld.
"Die!"
Whispering softly, like the kiss of death, passing softly past your ears, it will not bring you the slightest pain, but only let your soul return to the nether world.
After all, he is someone he admires.
He didn't want to let him go away in pain.
This is his God of the Underworld and his last gift.
Huang Yang Yaoxue didn't know why at this moment, but calmed down, admiring this scene, feeling the fluctuation of her own mood, and using the contraction of her pupils to witness her passing.
It's just that I can't help feeling sorry.
"What the boss told me has not been completed after all! I, Huang Yang Yaoxue, am ashamed of the elves. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely pay back!"
At this time, he can only comfort himself in this way, because he can't find other words to make himself feel more at ease, or more desperate.
"gone!"
Closing his eyes, he chose to wait for death.
No resistance, because the resistance has lost its effect, and because the power of the forbidden source of the elves has begun to dissipate.
"Snow Lord~~"
God of War Yan looked at this scene with blood-red eyes, and couldn't believe that the proud Xuejue in white would end the curtain with such a picture.
Tears of blood dripped to the ground and rolled into dust.
A piece of sweet rain falls slowly from the sky, and colorful auspicious clouds reflect the sky.
The strange scene showed a vision, and the sound of footsteps came from the void, but a person in the distance was wearing a milky white robe, surrounded by golden light, with a gentle and soft temperament.
"The oracle tells the world, all things in nature, my heart is like a scorpion, always shining to help the world."
The title of poetry floated slowly from the sky, and then Huang Yang Yaoxue saw the figure that he couldn't let go of even if he died. The god of elves Ni Shen Yang stepped in front of him.
"Snow Lord!"
The faint brilliance surrounded the figure, "Yang" gently lifted Huang Yang Yaoxue on the fallen ground, and there was a slight fluctuation in his expression.
Although he now regards all living beings as equal in the world because of the isolated city, how can the memory of thousands of years be easily erased? He still remembers the past!
It belongs to Ni Shen Yang's past.
"Boss!"
Seeing the person coming, even Huang Yang Yaoxue, who already had the intention of dying, couldn't help but become excited. After all, it was what he had always wanted to see the boss before he died.
But when the words fell, his expression was fusion, "Boss, be careful!"
However, taking advantage of this time, the playwright's murderous intent finally arrived, and came straight for "Yang"'s back.
"Um?"
Frowning, "Yang" put his hands together, formed a unparalleled sword intent, and pointed behind him casually.
Rumble
The fierce collision caused "Yang"'s body to shake uncontrollably, and his brows frowned even more deeply.
"Ni Shenyang? You're not dead?"
Seeing the figures appearing in front of his eyes, the playwright's eyes became more and more interested. In the first battle, Emperor Yuliang came back to report the results to him, and it was obvious that Ni Shenyang was dead.
But the identity of the person in front of him
"Elves Forbidden Source!"
Ignoring the playwright's doubts, "Yang" just beckoned gently, only to see that the forbidden source of elves in Huang Yang Yaoxue's body had been implemented at this time, accompanied by a hazy light.
The ups and downs rose and returned to his hands.
"Elf Forbidden Source, I thought I would never use it in this life, but I didn't expect you to return to my hands after a short interval!"
Looking at the forbidden source of the elf in his hand, "Yang" became unusually soft, full of gentleness.
Ong~~~
Shaking gently, the elf Jinyuan seemed to be a little happy, swinging back and forth, hitting the palm that wanted to get rid of Ni Shenyang, and return to the place where he should go back.
"In that case, come back!"
Slowly stretching out his hands, "Yang" looked solemn and solemn, as if he had returned to the time when he once belonged to the elves and went against the gods.
Boom!
With a shock, it fell to the ground, setting off smoke and dust all over the sky, followed by a proud poem containing hatred, eager, depressing, and imposing like a rainbow!
"Heaven and earth don't speak, calamity incarnates. Killing the world, my life goes against the gods."
The mountain-like aura came oppressively, like the sun descending into the world, with his hands spread out, but the "Yang" who merged with the forbidden source of the elves once again recovered.
The god of elves—Ni Shen Yang, reappeared in front of his eyes.
Turning around, looking at the playwright floating in the air in the distance, Ni Shenyang whispered lightly: "Continue the unfinished battle?"
(End of this chapter)