Quick Travel: The Tattered Goddess, Bravely Travel to the End of the World

"It seems that the two of us are really not suitable for talking calmly..." Nightingale placed the dishes in her hands nonchalantly.

Lin Mo sneered, "Why are you so pretentious? I'm telling you, if you fall into my hands, you will be crushed to pieces!"

Nightingale responded with a cold snort and said, "Both each other! It's useless to talk more. Next, let's lower our hands and see the real moves!"

The emperor's birthday banquet ended with three eighth-level warriors and one half-step ninth-level warrior from the enemy country taking action at the same time.

The strength of the Eighth Realm is enough to turn everyone present upside down. Some people have their hands and feet cut off, and some people die directly.

No matter how powerful Liang Wang is, he is still only an eighth-level warrior, unable to defeat four hands with two fists.

He alone relied on the Dharma of Angry-Eye Vajra and Low-Brow Bodhisattva to influence the two eight realms.

There must be other masters present in the palace. A half-step nine-level expert is fighting against others in the palace.

Another Eighth Realm, his main focus is to fight with the four major families.

First, the head of the Duan family was defeated, followed by the injured head of the Nangong family, and the Shangguan family was pulled aside by his grandson to break the curse.

As for the Mo family, they persisted and were thrown off injured shortly after.

The one from the Eighth Realm didn't get any benefits either, and was injured while dealing with the four families.

Shocked, everyone was injured.

The emperor was stabbed directly, and the birthday banquet turned into a funeral.

As the emperor screamed all his life, after making sure that he was dead, the Eighth Realm man shouted loudly, "The Emperor of Lihuo Kingdom is dead!"

Since then the tide has been set.

Everyone began to retreat. In this retreat, three people retreated to eight realms, and half a step retreated to nine realms. The remaining shrimp soldiers and crabs will all be killed.

The messy battlefield left a field of corpses and blood, as well as a group of injured personnel.

The wind and clouds in the sky changed, the night changed its color, and the bright red blood on the ground became even brighter red under the change of night.

"In this way, everyone is seriously injured. No one sitting here can stop me from killing you, a mere third-level person!" Nightingale said coldly.

Lin Mo put down his wine glass, which was placed on the table. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "Martial arts talent has never been something I can rely on!"

"I know! Isn't your trump card those butterflies?"

Nightingale waved her hand and suddenly pushed out a palm.

Lin Mo summoned the ice butterfly and went to pick it up. The ice butterfly and the palm blended with each other. The sharp wind of the palm was wiped out and several ice butterflies were broken into pieces.

Then the tables on both sides cracked, with dense cracks on them.

The two jumped into the air. The two women, dressed in white like snow, and in red like fire, were fighting in the air.

The table used by the two men on the ground exploded with bang bang, as if announcing the beginning of a new battle.

Perhaps in order to cater to the fight between the two, the originally bright moon in the sky changed into a silver-white jade plate.

Another blood-red moon also appeared in the sky.

"Two moons in the same sky!" He Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat cross-legged on the ground to heal his wounds. He looked up and saw two bright moons in the sky.

Competing for the brightness of the bright moon, they declare their sovereignty in the sky.

No one will let anyone.

Looking away again, He Li saw a white figure and a red figure fighting on the horizon!

The emperor's body is still warm, but it has lost its vitality. After tonight, the world will inevitably change.

He Li clasped his hands together and recited the Buddhist salvation mantra to the emperor's corpse, "Amitabha...the donor may rest in peace soon..."

The transformation from king brother to benefactor, from life to death.

He took a step forward, covered the emperor's face with his broad and strong palms, and closed his eyes.

Since then, dust has returned to dust, and all the feelings in the world have nothing to do with him anymore.

He stood up to leave.

"It turns out that the He family is so ruthless and unjust!" A cold voice sounded from behind. The queen fell on the ground and came to the emperor's corpse.

He gently lifted it up and leaned it against his lap. It was a recognized fact that the emperor and empress were deeply in love.

"Sorry, people can't be resurrected after death!" He Li said coldly.

The queen smiled miserably, knelt down in a pool of blood, held a broken blade between her neck in her hand, and said coldly, "He Li! Don't forget that your name was given by your royal brother. Named with the word 'Li', I will inherit the great fortune of Li Fire Country!"

"He Li... don't dare to forget!" The handsome monk stopped. The fight just now made him look pale, and now the conversation with the queen made him even more dilemma.

"Hahahaha!"

"You can leave, but you don't need to be called 'He Li' anymore. You don't deserve it! Go back to your Qinglong Temple and become a monk!" the queen roared angrily. Her hair was messy and she no longer had the dignity of the past. Next Seconds touched his neck.

Blood suddenly flowed from the white neck, and the blood gurgled non-stop.

With his back to her, He Li's steps were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up. He didn't dare to look behind him.

The blood flowing under his feet shocked his soul. At that moment, it seemed that all the suffering and disasters were coming to him.

The scene of the death of both the emperor and the empress was reflected in his eyes.

A dark aura began to spread from under his feet...

...

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield.

Lin Mo and Nightingale were fighting fiercely.

"Death for you bitch! You are from another world, and you are always against me!" Nightingale roared.

Lin Mo also shouted, "Fuck you, who is like you! Bite everyone you see!"

I'm different, I only bite the mud!

"Bitch!"

"Witch!"

He kept talking and exerting power in his hands. Lin Mo relied on the power of a third-level warrior and a pair of ice and fire butterflies to fight her until the sky was dark.

During this period, there was still the roar of an explosion. It was the thermal weapon developed by Nightingale.

If we really delay for a while, we won't be able to guarantee that the other side will develop nuclear weapons!

Bang bang bang!

crackling-

With each sound, Lin Mo's ice butterflies danced wildly, like living ice blades flying out. They were flexible and changeable, but they were limited to this. Lin Mo did not dare to move rashly with his three magical powers.

The system reminds that the most powerful force in the small world has not yet been born, so it must first retain its strength.

What kind of power makes Nightingale, the Killer Queen who claims to be the daughter of destiny, even compare to her.

Oh, it’s you, little bald man!

Lin Mo caught a glimpse of He Li in the distance behind him. He was standing there covered in black energy, his body filled with dark power.

Haunted, filthy, bad luck, and all other bad emotions and substances flooded into her.

Some black aura drifted around Lin Mo, and the one coming from Nightingale was even stronger.

Ignoring myself, because I have the protective power of obsidian, I am immune to the influence of these black energies.

"Host! That monk is going to be possessed by a demon!" the system quickly reminded.

what!

Are you mistaken? You are an accomplished monk who practices Buddhism!