I will Bury the Gods Chapter 463: : Death certificate
(This chapter is too short, I will add another chapter later, don't wait, get up early to read.)
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"You're finally here? Who are you?" Mu Shijing asked coldly.
"Huh? Who's talking?"
The red-haired girl showed a surprised expression. She looked left and right, as if she was looking for the source of the sound. After scanning a whole circle, she landed on Mu Shijing. She showed a surprised expression: "Oh... ...Wu Youhe, you still have a little follower with you."
Mu Shijing knew that she was ignoring her on purpose. Although she felt humiliated, she thought about it again, the contempt shown deliberately by the enemy, isn't it another kind of attention? This red-haired girl treated her like this, which just shows that she is dangerous enough!
"How do you know Xiaohe's name?" Mu Shijing asked.
"Idiot, I am a heart, of course I can read it... I have heard all your self-righteous thoughts." The red-haired girl giggled.
The shame of being exposed in public instantly flooded Mu Shijing's heart.
She tried her best to restrain herself from thinking about it.
"What kind of monster are you?" Mu Shijing asked.
"I am the Lord of the Heart, isn't it me that you are looking for... The heart is the root of the dragon skeleton, shaped like a peach and as huge as a mountain, so I also like to call this Taoshan, you can too Call me Taoshan Mountain Lord." The red-haired girl named herself Taoshan Mountain Lord.
She kept talking, but Xiaohe didn't give any response.
She pressed the hilt of the sword with her left hand, and her right arm was in the lowered sleeve, and the dragon claw was clenched into a fist. The girl's snowy hair was blown without wind, her eyes were full of murderous intent, and her tall and straight body bowed slightly, like an arrow on a string, ready to strike at any time.
"It's really a natural weapon, no wonder the guarding arm will choose you as the host." Taoshan Shanzhu said with a smile: "Of course, I also want to thank you, thank you for sending it to me from thousands of miles away, so as not to save me I went to pick it up."
"I'm afraid it will be your life that was actually taken away." Xiaohe replied coldly.
"You should be very clear that even if you can really take my life, a war of this level will destroy the world. Even if you kill me, you won't be able to save anyone."
The Lord Taoshan shook his head slightly, and said: "I have sounded the death knell. In the dusk of the end of the law, all those who steal the destiny will be killed, and those who are kind can die peacefully in the dusk. , I don’t know pain or sorrow, I could have ignored these mortals on the ground, but I still gave them punishments and gifts...Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil, how good is this ending?"
"Why do you judge good and evil?" Mu Shijing asked.
"I can read people's hearts, like the incarnation of precepts, with clear rewards and punishments, why do I need to question?" Taoshan asked.
"What about the pregnant woman who has done a lot of evil?" Mu Shijing gave an example.
Master Taoshan was taken aback for a moment, she narrowed her eyes, showing a fierce look: "You seem to talk a lot."
The surrounding flesh and blood began to tremble, they turned into sharp thorns, protruding from the feet, and they all attacked Mu Shijing.
The moment Taoshanshan made the move, Xiaohe also moved. She held Mu Shijing and rose from the ground, chopping the flesh thorns she was chasing into minced meat. She pressed her fingers on Mu Shijing's forehead and wiped a Changing the body protection talisman, after that, Xiaohe stepped on the air, pulled out the sword from the sheath on the back of his waist, and smashed it towards Taoshan Mountain Lord with a huge arc.
Xiaohe inherited the emperor and guarding power, they are all pale creations, before the new pale is fully awakened, she is on the same level as the master of Taoshan Mountain who controls the heart.
Logically speaking, this should be an uphill battle.
But to everyone's expectation, they decided the winner after just one meeting.
Xiaohe's volley sword was blocked by Taoshan Shanzhu. Xiaohe's feet stood in a circle, her slender waist was twisted like a rope, and her foot knife pierced through the air like a ghost, with the momentum of chopping. Master Taoshan retreated to dodge, but Xiaohe found an opening and bullied him to approach. She blasted through the opponent's defense with one punch, and then clasped her five claws together to capture Master Taoshan who was trying to escape.
The five claws worked hard together, and the huge force squeezed Taoshan Shanzhu's bones until it creaked. Xiaohe pulled hard, and the muscles connecting the opponent's body and heart were instantly torn off, and the body was like a knife. As soon as the sharp claws closed, the flesh and blood of Taoshan Shanzhu was torn apart.
Mu Shijing was dumbfounded.
The red-haired girl who was clamoring before was so vulnerable?
But that's right, even though they are of the same rank, this heart master has lived in the center of the earth for a long time and has never been honed in actual combat. How could he be Xiaohe's opponent?
Mu Shijing was not happy for too long.
In the heart, an identical red-haired girl crawled out.
"I can't bear a single blow, what a waste..." The red-haired girl looked at the corpse on the ground with a contemptuous tone. She stared at Wu Youhe and said, "I am the second mountain lord of Taoshan, I will meet you .”
The saintess of the Mu clan once said to Lin Shouxi that killing her is meaningless, because the organs only need to consume a small amount of blood to create an identical one. They are no different from those cotton-like white gods of death. They are all replaceable.
Soon, the second Taoshan Mountain Lord also died in Xiaohe's hands.
Under the protection of the talisman, Mu Shijing watched helplessly as the fleshy mountain peach kept wriggling and cracking, and one after another red-haired girls crawled out of it, like spiders continuously laying eggs.
Their knowledge and wisdom were inherited, so when they reached the forty-sixth Mountain Lord, Xiaohe could no longer win as easily as in the beginning.
This heart is too huge, and the speed at which it consumes blood is far less than the speed at which it can produce blood, so it has almost inexhaustible resources. Be reduced to her defeat.
It's almost a matter of time.
Mu Shijing was aware of this inevitability, and she watched helplessly as red-haired heads fell to the ground, but she was helpless.
Soon.
Under the heart, corpses piled up like a mountain.
Xiaohe stood hanging in the air, the blood on her white skirt was like plum blossoms, and the dragon's scales were also washed with blood, so red that it made people feel guilty.
From the gap in the heart, the 362nd Taoshan Mountain Master crawled out, she was clothed in blood and fascia as a robe, she raised her pure white face and smiled innocently: " I will be the master of ZTE in Taoshan, Wu Youhe, your killing is over."
The mountain master of Taoshan lay on the top of his heart, hanging upside down like a bat.
The mountain of 361 corpses below suddenly moved.
Those severed heads flew out of the mountain of corpses one after another, and stuck to the head of the current mountain owner one after another. She was like a centipede, a long worm, and a scattered ladder. The power of the mountain lord was fused in her body, helping her step into an unprecedented realm.
At this moment, the Taoshan Mountain Lord is on the top of the ancient times, and he is invincible under the ancient times!
Xiaohe was not afraid, she curled her dragon claws and clenched her fists into the air, hitting the monster's body.
For the first time, her fist was actually blocked.
Momoyama advocates opening the palms, and the thumbs and index fingers of both hands are against each other, forming a hollow prism. The barrier against everything was woven in her hands, but Xiaohe's all-out punch failed to shake it.
Those more than 300 heads were like a giant caterpillar, carrying resentment passed down from generation to generation, entwined towards Xiao He's body, intending to strangle her on the spot.
All the heads were making noises, some were cursing, some were laughing, some were cursing, some were screaming, if Xiao He fell into their hands, he would be instantly bitten to pieces.
Mu Shijing's heart reached its peak.
At this time.
Xiao He once again raised his ferocious dragon claws.
This time, she didn't slam the dragon claws at the Taoshan Mountain Lord, but approached Mu Shijing from afar, as if asking for something.
Mu Shijing was at a loss, not knowing what he could give her.
The death certificate worn on her waist seemed to be summoned, and it flew away through the air, and Xiaohe held it steadily in her hand.
Under the bony dragon arm, the black sword looked slender.
But the next moment.
When Xiaohe swung the death certificate, the death certificate burst out with a sword light as long as hundreds of feet! The sword light draws a crescent-like arc in the cavity of flesh and blood, sharp and beautiful, everything it passes through will be smashed to pieces!
The three hundred and sixty-one heads looked terrified as if encountering a natural enemy, and they were destroyed together in the sword light.
Mu Shijing was dumbfounded.
Looking at the radiant death certificate, she suddenly felt that it had followed the wrong owner all these years.
It has been in my hands for so many years, and it has always been just a sharp edge, but Xiaohe has been with it for a short time, but it has fully developed its potential! It roared in Xiaohe's hands, like the power of a dragon, the wrath of the sky, where the night-like sword light swept across, even pale bones would be crushed to pieces!
"This, what is this thing?!"
In the blink of an eye, the death certificate had penetrated the heart of Taoshan Mountain Master. She was killed more than 300 times and she was still fearless, but when she saw this sword, she showed a look of horror!
"Don't you recognize it?"
Xiaohe twisted the hilt of her sword, and gently cut towards her heart. While cutting, she slowly opened her mouth and said, "It's your disease...you live inside the earth's crust, and every fetal movement will trigger the heart." Your excess blood will turn into lava and spit out from the crater. Similarly, you will also be eroded by disease, and the black blood contaminated by disease will be discharged from your body and form a scab. , the black cliff is the exposed scab.”
The pale blood scab is huge, and the black cliff exposed on the surface is just the tip of the iceberg.
The death certificate is the holy sword of the demon gate, the creation of Heiya, and the embodiment of this disease.
Xiaohe awakened its essence.
Today, it is disease personified.
It is a disease of God, a disease of death.
It fully awakened after absorbing the blood of more than three hundred generations of mountain masters.
At the beginning of everything, the weapon that ended the ending was handed over to the young man. After several twists and turns, it finally returned to the place where it was born, roaring wantonly in front of the door of the pale heart, releasing sword energy like a storm.
Xiaohe growled with it.
"You are the last mountain owner, I will send Taoshan to be buried with you."
Xiaohe sliced open the red-haired girl's heart, and the girl was wiped out under the sword. She kept moving, leaped into the air, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed hard towards the pale heart.
The surface of the reddish-brown heart was cut open by the sword, and the blade sank into it.
Xiaohe knew that if she really tried her best to destroy the heart, the ground would also be annihilated in this battle of gods, so she chose to infect the heart with the disease of the death certificate, and the heart would be infected After the collapse, without the blood supply from the heart, its limbs and skeletons will lose their vitality quickly, completely turning into a corpse.
This catastrophe will also end.
The death certificate tore open the wound and pierced into the heart. The death certificate began to multiply and replicate exponentially. Where the sword light spread, the bright red flesh and blood lost their vitality.
As Xiaohe said, the red-haired girl is indeed the last mountain master, her heart is hard to protect, and she has no time to give birth to the mountain master girl anymore.
Things did not end so easily.
Just when Mu Shijing thought everything was going to be done.
Around the darkness, countless purple spheres emerged.
Like those cotton wool-like things, they are all part of the pale body, and their duty is to kill the special disease 'death certificate'. Without them, the pale body would have been devoured by the disease long ago, and the black blood would not be able to be discharged from the body, forming a black cliff.
They didn't immediately attack Xiaohe and Shizheng, but chose to cut the heart.
Flesh necrotic in the disease is cut away.
Although this move is very harmful to the heart, it is the best way to prevent the spread of the disease.
The heart is cut open.
The flesh at the incision is bright red and the texture is smooth.
Then, these purple **** rushed towards Xiaohe one after another.
They are like the masters in the palace. They usually don't show their mountains and dews, but when the enemy really comes, they are the most reliable guarantee for the palace.
Xiaohe killed more than 300 people in a row, and she used all her strength in the previous stab. For a while, her strength was also difficult to turn around. Facing the fierce enemies who came out in full force, this empress also felt difficult.
She raised her head coldly, waving the death certificate to block it.
A large number of purple spheres were killed by Death Certificate, but these things were not afraid of death at all. They swarmed around Death Certificate's sword, shaking non-stop.
The death certificate let out a shriek.
Xiaohe's heart is not good, she stepped on the ground, dragged her death certificate into the sky, and wanted to get rid of the pursuit of these monsters.
But.
When she withdrew the death certificate, she heard a crisp sound of breaking.
Xiaohe's pupils shrank suddenly.
Her speed is still slow.
When she drew out the death certificate, the death certificate symbolizing the disease of the gods had been destroyed, and what was left in Xiao He's hand was just a lifeless broken blade.
"Death—proof——"
When Mu Shijing saw this scene, his heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a sharp knife, and he screamed so shrill that he almost lost his voice.
During the torrential rain in the dead city, she exchanged swords with Lin Shouxi by mistake, and since then, the death certificate has been by her side, never leaving her.
At first ~IndoMTL.com~ she felt that this sword was not good-looking at all, it was a little dull, a little clumsy, far less cute and beautiful than Zhan Gong.
As the death card gradually recognized its owner, she gradually discovered the loveliness of this sword. It is so loyal, it will wake her up at dawn without fail, and it will buzz to warn when danger comes. , it is like a native dog, once it recognizes its owner, it will take care of the house and nursery for her for a lifetime, and it can't be chased away or scolded.
Mu Shijing once thought that it would always be by her side until the world was peaceful and the sword was sealed.
But today, it shattered in front of her.
A sense of powerlessness washed over her limbs.
She didn't know why she insisted on coming to the center of the earth, and she didn't know what the meaning of her staying here was. Did she think Xiaohe was too strong and be a burden to her?
Mu Shijing was dumbfounded. She was not a qualified sister, let alone a qualified sword master. The country was exhausted in World War I.
Now she is just an ordinary fairyland nun.
After strangling the killing certificate, the purple sphere rushed towards Xiaohe.
Xiaohe showed a look of hesitation. She knew that if she attacked with all her strength, the battle would be turned upside down. The ripples of the battle would spread to the ground, and each wave would cause a catastrophe.
But she can't sit still.
Mu Shijing could understand Xiaohe's dilemma, but he couldn't share her worries.
There is nothing she can do.
Suddenly.
Behind her, someone seemed to appear.
She couldn't see the face of the visitor clearly, but she could hear her whispering in her ear. It was as if a dream was surging, and the soft voice was so illusory and ethereal: "Sister, why are you sad?"