The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 51: 720 guard battle

This little tabby cat has lived in District 7 for a long time. The plum blossoms that you can often see on the snow are its footprints. The blood spots and bird feathers are traces of its masterpiece of killing. Said that it is the overlord of this area.

Until last night, everything changed.

The changes in the atmosphere between heaven and earth made it feel extremely uneasy. He even dared not go back to sleep in the carport, nor did he dared to leave here. He climbed onto the birch tree and spent the whole night in fear. As a result, the morning light just shone. Brightly, it saw an extremely terrifying picture.

Those voles, those bugs, those cicadas, the food it once had become things it didn't recognize, exuding a weird and terrifying aura. Those stray dogs, those cats raised in other people's homes, and those cats that have fought with them have all become such things. Now even the tree it hid seems to be alive, and the bird... When did the bird become such a terrible thing!

The little cat knows that he will die if he continues like this. The fear in his instinct makes it a rare courage to drill out sparse leaves, and trembles slightly to the family in the opposite building, which is extremely sympathetic. Meow.

It knows that the family are not ordinary people.

It has seen the weird cicada with its own eyes and killed a powerful human.

It knows that the teenager who likes to wear blue sportswear likes himself.

So it didn't leave last night.

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Huaxi listened to the cat's cry, walked to the window and looked at the window. Hua's face suddenly faded and shouted: "Oh, it's the little flower. It's pregnant with a baby. How come it has climbed to such a high place? Hold it down."

It was too late, the black bird heard the meow, flew over like lightning, and pecked at the eyes of the little cat.

It's still too late, because Xue Ji also moved at this time.

This planet is about to be occupied by the sea of ​​dark matter, and countless people are about to die. She can watch it indifferently, but at this time she moved.

She raised her cute little round hand and landed it on Jing Jiu's shoulder.

Jing Jiu's body didn't tremble at all, and the fingers that pressed the keys were still as stable, but the left hand on the window sill moved.

With a soft rub, the black bird turned into two pieces as soon as it flew halfway, and the cut was extremely neat.

If there is a way to preserve it, it can even be sent to the 857 base for specimens.

Immediately afterwards, the two black bird carcasses turned into more fragments, and then turned into black smoke formed by spores.

The birch tree that was soaked was also broken, at one-third of the height, just a little bit above the black scar.

In the sound of clicking, the birch fell down, extending from the flower bed to the door of Unit 720, like a bridge.

Little tabby cat galloped over from the tree bridge, jumped onto the window sill, swept into the room through the open window, and then disappeared.

Jing Jiu continued to put his left hand on the window sill, and continued to play the piano with his right hand. He turned to look at Huaxi and asked, "It...has a baby?"

The little tabby cat's abdomen is only slightly bulging, and his agility is so agile, it doesn't look like a pregnancy at all.

Huaxi said: "I feed it steamed cakes every day, why don't I know?"

The steamed cakes in the corner were eventually eaten by ants.

Jing Jiu asked curiously: "Is it...a male cat?"

Hua Xi mocked and said: "Oh, man."

Jing Jiu was also about to ask some questions such as the little flowers taking a few days to give birth, and suddenly felt a clear meaning coming from Xueji's little round hands.

——You don’t need to continue playing the piano.

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There is no need to play the piano anymore, whether it's against a cow or a horse or against a monster in the sea of ​​dark things.

If there has ever been a tacit understanding between the two parties, the break between the black bird and the birch will surely end there.

The tranquility of July 20 was broken, and there was a slight rubbing sound, followed by a heavy landing sound. I don't know how many monsters rushed toward this dormitory building on the edge of the city. Looking at it on the satellite picture, it was like dozens of black torrents swallowing this ordinary old-style dormitory in an instant.

The magical picture that will happen in the next moment, neither the satellite nor the surveillance drones in the atmosphere can see it.

Wipe and wipe, countless clear and low voices sounded, like a piece of paper being torn, like a green leaf leaving a branch, like chopsticks being folded in two, in short, they are all cracking sounds. It shows that there are countless objects divided into two or more parts at this moment.

Those objects are the sea monsters of the dark things that rush toward July 20 like a tide.

A generation sequence rushed from the carport like lightning. Its head left its neck and rose to the sky. Before it hits the ground, it turned into fragments, falling like black snowflakes, and its body seemed to be covered. The charcoal hit by the heavy hammer turned into a pile of powder.

Dozens of half-tails jumped high into the sky, and under the gloomy light, they jumped down like little monsters. But they couldn't fall to the ground at all, nor did they fall to the top of the seventy-two thousandth building. They were cut into countless pieces at the ten-story building.

More and more monsters are coming here, but none of them can touch the wall repaired by cement in July 20, let alone the room with the open window, and they turned into pieces. , Fell to the ground.

The old dormitory building was sprinkled with broken limbs of monsters like a torrential rain, black powder was flying with the wind, and the picture looked extremely horrible. Piansheng couldn't hear any sound except for those cut-off wiping noises. There was no shouting, no screaming, and there was a heart-palpitating tinge in the weird silence.

Jing Jiu looked at the picture outside the window, feeling a little nervous and confused, not knowing what happened outside.

His right hand has left the keyboard, but he doesn't know where to put it.

Huaxi was shocked a long time ago, clutching slices of bread, not knowing whether to continue eating or screaming.

Suddenly, she noticed that her brother had become a little different from usual.

The blue sportswear on Jing Jiu looks a bit wide--that's because he is a lot shorter than usual at this time, his body seems to be a little smaller, and even his eyebrows are faintly childish, like He became an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

What is going on here?

Jing Jiu didn't know the changes in his body. Looking at the fragments of monster corpses that fell silently outside the window, he felt a little weird in his heart.

He knew that even if those monsters were cut into pieces or even pieces, it would be difficult to completely die, and the spores that those cells turned into were still infectious.

This kind of intuition about danger made him a little uneasy, and his uneasiness turned into irritability, like a wildfire burning in his heart.

There was a bang.

The whole world is burning up.

To be more precise, with the 70th and 20th floor as the center and the courtyard wall and the edge of the flower bed as the boundary, all the world within the height of the ten-story building burned.

This kind of burning is extremely violent, more like a deflagration of dust. The broken corpses of the monsters in the sea of ​​dark matter are fuel. In an instant, the flames burned most of the corpses into blue smoke, and finally formed a huge The fireball slowly drifted towards the top of the atmosphere.

This huge fireball formed a sharp contrast with the nine black suns in the distant sky.

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The wildfire in the sky gradually extinguished.

The monsters nearby all rushed over, were chopped up, and finally died in the flames. The dormitory area finally ushered in tranquility again. The basketball court was still deserted. In addition to the wear marks of the hoverboard, there were also some traces of charred corpses on the wall.

There are still some flames remaining on the courtyard wall behind the 720 building, among the birch trees on the edge of the flower bed, and in the sky.

Those flames seem to be born in the sky. Only by looking carefully can you see that they are attached to some very thin lines.

Those lines are made of some kind of metal, because they are so thin that they cannot be seen by the naked eye. They are densely woven in the world around the seventy-two buildings, forming an invisible cage.

The previous sea monsters of the dark matter rushed here and were chopped into pieces, which is the reason for these wires.

With the remaining flames, you can faintly see the traces of the metal wire, and walk along, extending to the room with the window open.

Before the dawn came, Xue Ji asked Jing Jiu to start playing the piano, but she was only allowed to use her right hand.

His left hand has been resting on the windowsill.

When the little flower cat called meow, Xue Ji's small round hand landed on Jing Jiu's shoulder.

The nail of his left **** became long, sharpened, and then continued to extend forward. In an instant, it became a very thin wire, disappearing into the air, and weaving such an invisible cage, covering Lived in seven or twenty buildings.

Up to now, Jing Jiu didn't know what was going on with his body, but when he opened the alloy door last night, he found that he had this peculiar ability, just like the liquid metal robot in the movie.

Yes, because of the Heavenly Sword, both his consciousness and Dao Heart are in a state of minimal operation. Not to mention the use of a sword, even the most basic Qingshan Kendo can’t be used, it’s just a clumsy Teenager.

But he is still strong and terrifying.

Many, many years ago, at the beginning of this story, by the pond in that small mountain village, he once said this to Liu Shisui.

——The best thing I do is cut off.

Because he is the strongest in the history of kendo, and even more because he is a sword himself.

Those flames outline the outline of the sword in the sky and the courtyard wall, which are countless very thin, straight lines.

The remaining fire gradually extinguished, and those lines were hidden in the sky and the earth again, unable to be seen.

Suddenly, there was a stern cat cry in the corner of the kitchen.

Small tabby cat sensed some terrible and troublesome danger, and issued a warning to his companions.

It should be the blood thumb, which is not invisible and intangible like dark energy, but it is almost invisible, and it has more definite lethality and infiltrating power.

No matter how dense the sword nets that house the 720 buildings, it is impossible for them to be so dense that the pores cannot allow microorganisms to pass through.

Jing Jiu could not perceive the arrival of the blood thumbs, but saw their existence.

Maybe the small round hand that Xue Ji dropped on his shoulder not only changed his body back to the sword, but also brought him some other abilities.

His eyes became very bright, and the little boy became more energetic.

Just as he was eager to try, and wanted to light another torch to burn those **** thumbs to death, he felt a clear meaning from the small round hand on his shoulder again.

——Too boring, let's continue playing the piano.

Jing Jiu didn't think too much, so the fingers of his right hand pressed down on the keys~IndoMTL.com~ made a crisp and moving sound, still ding-dong like spring water.

In this random piano music he composed, there is a faint hum of mosquitoes as they fly happily on a summer night.

I don't know how many mosquitoes appeared in the building area where the snow was full and the breeze was slightly cold.

There were a lot of slight crackling noises around the building area, some resembling the sound of an old-style mosquito killer.

Mosquitoes are not dead.

Those invisible mosquitoes from the Demon Suppression Prison, I don't know what means they used, and they can easily prey on all the invisible blood thumbs.

With a light click, the chilling cicada, which had disappeared for a long time, flew back to the window sill, looking at the outside quietly like a lifelike jade sculpture.

Nine black suns in its compound pupils reflect the heavens and the earth and the distance, without any fear, only indifference and pride, like a king.

　　

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