He and It

Thousands of years in the world, one day in the mirror, time in the real world barely passes. The furious roar of the God of Drought was still heard in the distance, and they still rolled into a ball in the collapsed ruins of the Chishui Shrine. The hot air surged up in an instant, steaming the water vapor around them and filling the air with white mist, as if they were in a dream.

The decades reflected in the mirror really seemed like an extremely long dream. Seeing the god of drought rushing in frantically, Liu Fuguang shouted: "King Chishui, stop the war! I already know your origins!"

The Drought God caught a glimpse of the overturned mirror and became even more angry. He roared with disheveled hair: "Despicable villain!"

"Look, I've told you a long time ago," a very familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind Liu Fuguang, so familiar that it made his heart palpitate, "Even the most kind person can be a little petty, but you just don't listen. "

...Yan Huan?

No, not Yan Huan!

Liu Fuguang turned around in shock. Yan Huan was already standing behind him, taking the stabbing stab in the back for him!

"Long time no see, my dear Fuguang." The demon showed a stretched smile and stared at Liu Fuguang affectionately, "What's wrong, didn't you expect me to escape?"

Chapter 232 Ask Here (Sixty)

The most evil blood was thick, mixed with cold and hot temperatures at the same time, like some kind of writhing living thing, splashing on Liu Fuguang's face.

His pupils couldn't help but shrink. In a thousandth of a second, or less, he had already thought of the key.

——"This is not the highest good." "If you don't want to do the highest good anymore, then stop doing it." "When the highest evil dissipates, you will naturally not be considered the highest good."...

Words and promises from the gods.

He repeatedly reiterated that he was no longer willing to do the best, and Yan Huan shed tears because of this and agreed to what he said. Since the name of the supreme good is on the verge of collapse and the supreme evil also guarantees him, how long can his soul trap the inner demons?

There was no time to think about it anymore. The roaring voice of the inner demon echoed all over the world. He poured out ancient maxims, some of which even Liu Fuguang might not understand. The language of the dragon was like thunder, and Yan Huan responded instantly!

They also showed the characteristics of the true dragon of the zodiac. The surface of Yan Huan's skin burst out with endless black arms and limbs, like dragon scales extending all over the body. The nine eyes were like connected spines, forming a line at the spine. It protrudes like a floating island; the inner demon has a ferocious head and horns, sharp teeth and fangs criss-crossed, split all the way to the chest, a single eye is embedded in the head, and every black hair dancing wildly is a tentacle that twitches like a strong whip.

The two giant humanoid beasts were viciously killing each other. The inner demon's arm was still inserted into Yan Huan's back, and was brutally torn into pieces in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, Liu Fuguang had to hold his breath because breathing had become impossible. The deadly battle between the two god-level combatants set off countless storms of life and death in the high sky. They frantically absorbed all the energy around them, so that they could kill their opponents faster and more ruthlessly.

The magma in Chishui jumped and spurted rapidly, and then cooled rapidly, turning into an eternally dead black rock. The energy of the fire element is being absorbed by them every bit. After they leave, there will be no life in this place, let alone temperature. What remains is the endless death land.

"Take him away!" the inner demon roared, "fulfill your promise!"

The God of Drought quickly came to his senses, opened his giant lava hands, and rushed to catch Liu Fuguang. Yan Huan burst out with an indescribable howl, like the roar of a tsunami and an earthquake. This sound was completely full of hatred, madness, fear... and many emotions. Concretization.

"You hit me, don't worry about me!" Liu Fuguang shouted back, like a jade butterfly hiding in the rock fire, nimbly avoiding the attack of the Drought God.

Zhishan rarely takes action, and even if he does, he doesn't need any weapons. But the enemy he has to face at this moment is the God of Drought. He is the successor of the ancient female demon. Today, when Shinto is almost cut off, the opponent is fighting against The true God is no different.

Liu Fuguang faced the bloody giant and caught a glimpse of the dry and cracked ground. So he tied up his cuffs and slowly reached down.

The ground was broken with the most vicious blood, including that of the inner demon, Yan Huan's, and countless stumps scattered about. As soon as his white fingertips touched the surface, the black tar-like blood began to swirl and twist, and the remaining limbs swam together. Finally, Liu Fuguang came up with a long-edged black knife that was shaped like a sword but was bladed on one side.

"The sword is a gentleman's weapon. I don't know when the supreme good will use the sword." The drought god laughed.

"What deal did you make with the inner demon?" Liu Fuguang asked. Compared with Yan Huan's inner demon who would never stop fighting, he still had something to say to the God of Drought. "His words cannot be trusted."

The eyes of the God of Drought are long and narrow, and the passage of time has taken its toll on people's hearts. Liu Fuguang needed to identify it carefully before he could glimpse the shadow of the innocent king in the past on his face.

"No matter how unbelievable he is, he promises me a future where I don't have to be uprooted." God of Drought said, "This alone makes him a hundred times stronger than you two."

Liu Fuguang couldn't help but said: "Things may not necessarily develop like this."

The god of drought stared at him for a long time.

The dark sky was completely submerged in the world-destroying sound of dragons and beasts killing each other. The sky was like death and the world was about to be catastrophic. Such a gaze seemed particularly weighty.

"You and the most evil have also entered the world-viewing mirror. You must be very familiar with my life." God of Drought said, "You said that things may not necessarily develop like this. Then tell me, what else can I do to make it possible?" To save my fate as a human being?"

Liu Fuguang was speechless. He knew that there was no chance. The world-viewing mirror gave them opportunities respectively, but neither the best nor the worst could change the outcome of King Chishui.

"Time cannot flow backwards, and the past cannot be changed." He finally said, "We have exhausted our efforts and everything we have done is only for those things that have not happened yet. Maybe flowers do not have to wither, homes do not need to be separated, and the relationship between people... It can also lead to less hatred.”

"Then there's no need to say any more," the God of Drought said hoarsely, "He promised you to be my trophy, so let me see what the Supreme Good is capable of!"

Liu Fuguang's heart trembled and he shouted that something was wrong.

Tips: If you think 52shuku is good, remember to bookmark the website www.52shuku.vip/ or recommend it to your friends ~ Please (\u003e.\u003c)