Tribute to the Demon King

He became able to understand human life and death, hopes and desires, evil thoughts and pain.Because the prototype of all changes has been stored in his body... As I said before, there is nothing new under the sun.

Influenced by the Book of False Gods, Zhou Yi's engraving magic also began to shed the inherent, tangible shell and constraints, and moved towards a deeper direction... such as reading the emotions and states of others.If he wanted to, he could directly activate the re-engraving the moment his eyes met.

In the previous few encounters, Zhou Yi clearly sensed the fear and guard against himself from Bai Long's heart, as well as the strong anxiety and the hidden killing intent... This is strange.

It is obvious that the re-enactment of his own inheritance is the key to Bairon's ability to perfect Jin Ji and Bai Yin Ji, but now he is not only not grateful to himself, but is so resistant to his own existence?

"……Interesting."

The corners of Zhou Yi's mouth rose slightly.

At that time, there were not a few magicians who knew that Izaluma had accepted the re-enactment of his inheritance.This kind of development is definitely impossible.

Because according to their progress, they will soon reach the "end point".

The concept of "beauty" belongs to the field of magic.

For example, the senses of smell and taste are developed to avoid poison, and vision and hearing are exercised to avoid danger.As for the role of beauty, the act of appreciating art produces the result of purifying one's soul and spirituality.

From this point, it can be exaggeratedly summarized as, "Appreciating beauty will also make you beautiful."

Just like an unforgettable good book or a magnificent long poem, it may touch readers' hearts and even change the trajectory of their lives.This is an example of making oneself "beautiful" by appreciating beauty.

But even between top classics and readers on the right wavelength, this phenomenon is difficult to happen.It would certainly be a kind of magic if this phenomenon could be made inevitable every time.

The Iseruma family aims at this.

In comparison, if there is absolute beauty in this world, and the "reward" for viewing beauty becomes fixed.Then the process of appreciating this ultimate beauty will undoubtedly elevate one's soul and spirituality to a higher level...

While there seems to be something wrong with the Silver Princess, the Golden Princess is intact.In terms of her degree of completion, Izaluma has at most one generation left before she can reach the end.

But at this moment... Byron was afraid of himself?

"Is he afraid of me... to expose something?"

Zhou Yi muttered to himself, nestling on the sofa thinking about something.

However, before he could think about the result, the corridor outside suddenly became noisy.There seemed to be noises and exclamations one after another, and then there was the sound of boots stepping on the wooden boards, and finally someone started banging on Zhou Yi's door.

"Is something wrong? What's going on outside?"

Zhou Yi asked casually, but got no response.

He wasn't angry at all, but walked towards the door curiously, and opened it.

Author's message:

Attending a sudden class reunion today, unexpectedly busy for a day, there are not two chapters, only one update... (Lie)

The nest is almost sleepy.I feel like staying up late for a long time, as if I am about to die suddenly (instant hiccup)

...Then, I won't announce tomorrow's update (seriously)

Chapter 160 Chaos

Zhou Yi pushed open the door with a squeak, and felt that the door seemed to touch something.

...Did you hit someone?

He was slightly taken aback.

No, it's not right—it doesn't feel right.That feeling is more like the feeling of a bear kid putting a basketball at the door.

However, at that moment, Zhou Yi heard that the noise outside the door suddenly became louder, doubts, scolding, accompanied by crying and hysterical roars poured directly into the room through the crack of the door.

Seven or eight magicians gathered in front of Zhou Yi's gate, their faces showing pain.Others fell to their knees, wailing like children.Affected by this movement, El-Melloi II and Melvin next door also frowned and pushed open the door and came out.

"This is……"

Zhou Yi's pupils shrank slightly.

He finally saw clearly what was blocking the door.

—that was the head.

The girl's head... To be precise, it was Huang Jinji's head.

Huang Jinji's eyes and lips were tightly closed, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, her breathing had already stopped.

Because Zhou Yi opened the door, it was gently slapped by the door and rolled forward, and finally stopped slowly in the very center of the corridor.The dreamy blond hair flowed like a veil, spreading out in all directions with a wonderful coincidence in the center of the corridor.

It looks like a golden vortex.Reminiscent of moonlight and sunflowers.

Except for the head, Huang Jinji's other limbs were scattered in the corridor in a messy but wonderfully beautiful way.With Zhou Yi's door as the center, a certain part of her body can be found everywhere within ten meters from the left and right.

Just looking at this scene, you can feel your brain start to tremble.

Magicians subconsciously believe that "she" should be complete—if she is complete, then the space should be the one that is confused.Obviously they have understood the fact that "Golden Ji is dead" intellectually, but their instincts still make them dare not move a step, lest they step into the cracks in the distorted space.

The corpse was too miserable.But her beauty remains the same, even more shocking.

Because this head shows the beauty of life and death at the same time.

That contradictory and chaotic aesthetic feeling entangles all eyes like a vortex of contradictions... In fact, magicians with poor concentration have long been unable to look away.If no one reminds me, it is not impossible to see starvation here all the time.

The reason why they howled miserably the moment Zhou Yi opened the door was because the moment the head was slapped by the door and began to roll, the beauty that was nailed into the spinal cord suddenly disappeared.

In less than a second, the head rolled about three times.It's like sticking a spinning wheel needle into the optic nerve and pulling it out three times in a row.The rapid alternation of gaining beauty and losing beauty almost made them foam at the mouth and fainted immediately.