The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Looking at the world burning in flames, a kind of enlightenment appeared in her eyes, and she became more sober.

Light and darkness, cold and heat, life and death, all spread out from the flames.

Until the scroll was burned to ashes, she still stared blankly.

Sang put it down lightly, turned around and lay back in the coffin.

Until the body finally recovered almost completely, in the darkness, the sarcophagus was pushed away forcefully.

"Get up and look!"

The girl looked at him excitedly with her red pupils with dark circles.

A painting has just been completed.

Sang's pupils shrank slightly.

It was a huge beast like a dragon, lifelike.

It is the most profound existence in Xi's life, her origin, her fear, and her end.

【year-old beast】

"it is good."

The corners of Xi's mouth turned upward.

"Naturally. This is the best I've had in a hundred years—"

Suddenly, a terrifying oppressive force emanated from the painting.

That feeling is what she is most familiar with and fears.

Sang continued to praise without expression.

"Lifelike."

"what--"

A huge dragon claw protruded from the painting, and it actually grabbed the two of them directly and dragged them into the painting.

In a space lit up with countless phosphorous fires, the giant beast with a height of tens of meters bowed its head, and it was hard to tell whether it was anger or resentment in the golden dragon pupils that originally only existed in the painting.

Xi was immediately dumbfounded.

"This... how is this painting the world?"

"Yeah, how do you paint the world?"

San took a step back.

"That is your painting, your inner demon, your power, the existence created by your superb painting skills and breakthrough."

He took another step back.

"Wait, where are you going? Won't you help?!"

In just an instant, Sang had retreated a hundred meters away.

"Your paintings are still my paintings, your demons are still mine, and who should face you or me?"

"Come on, the best way to conquer fear is to face it head-on."

"You sound good! This power is real! What if I die?"

Phosphorus fire began to gather towards Dantian.

The thunder sounded like firecrackers on New Year's Eve, and the sky seemed to fall under the great power of the gods.

Facing the trembling Xi, Sui Xiang raised his paws high.

And before it fell, the last reminder happened to reach his ears.

"When you are ready, the god of death will not find you, Xi."

Chapter 120: Only a storm can knock down a tree

Since the pen is the dragon and the snake, since it can't be avoided, Xi will go all out.

With full power and power, large tracts of freedom are biting towards that year with overwhelming force.

But accompanied by the thunder that seemed to tear the entire world apart, they were all swept away helplessly.

"Can't stand it, can't stand it!"

Xi suddenly declined.

The twelve shards of Suixiang are not equal in strength, and she is still the weakest one.

Sui Xiang stopped playing, huge energy began to condense, and the terrifying coercion did not seem illusory at all.

Strong, so strong, an extremely strong blow, how can I resist it, how can I have the strength to resist it?

"Help! I can't handle this alone!"

In the end, she could only turn to that annoying person for help.

Mulberry: OMO

"Don't run away, just rush towards Suixiang! What is your expression, what are your tears, can you defeat Suixiang and get rid of your demons?"

"This is your own painting."

evening:!

That's right, although it was scary, it was indeed something I drew stroke by stroke.

How could God not win against his own creation?

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and began to think.

She thought of the millennia.

Think of the joy when you found the name "self" in the darkness.

Thinking of wandering in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, when I found the [paintbrush] suddenly.

Thinking of the fear when the second sister finally melted back to the origin and never saw 【一字】 again.

I think of witnessing countless sorrows, and the loneliness when I [retired] after getting tired.

Can't win, how can a part of the body resist the whole body?

[Can't win anything, I don't understand]

While contemplating, a voice unexpectedly appeared in Xi's mind.

"Xi, what are you messing with?"

"Ah? Blacksmith! And drunk?!"

Her two older sisters suddenly appeared.

"You have been like this for so many years? Mother-in-law, where did that noble Xi go?"

"Is this what I taught you?"

"You!....I don't want to, but Sui is too strong, and I have no ability to defeat this extremely powerful move."

"Why can't it be broken? Brother can do it. Can't you do it?"

"But big brother is big brother. With my ability, I can't win even if I try my best."

"Fool, since you can't control authority, let authority control you!"

"Xi, Sister Ling means to let you trust your painting skills, and only use your feelings to paint with all your heart."

"Feel?"

Xi opened her mouth wide.

"Yes, Xi. It's the feeling of each of us."

While thinking, a third voice appeared.

"Oh! Big Brother? Li? Ah Bite? And everyone..."

Group+<chat%#: $wife{五@=刻$一+三#+三&百$*二+半"Yes, Xi, all the people you value or value you, whether they live or die , will support you and protect you."

"Those people are not only our brothers and sisters, but also those you have saved, those who have thanked you, and those who have helped you."

"We, and they, will be by your side, fighting alongside you."

"Because I want to help that girl named [Xi], and I want her to live."

Xi suddenly raised the paintbrush.

"Shoulder with me...?"

"Yes, Xi, trust your paintbrush, trust the people who value you, trust the people who trust you trust yourself!"

"You can't allow the age to exist in a world where there is still hope. Send it to the second sister; put an end to our body, your demons!"

Xi opened his eyes.

Her thoughts happen in thousandths of a second.

There is some snow in the stars, the moon is dark and bright, and the mountains are dry and the rivers are running.

Meticulous brushwork is refined, splashed ink is dripping, and freehand brushwork is better than shape.

"Endless freedom!! Come out!!!"

A large piece of freedom gushes out like a river tide!Swallow that huge age directly!

She succeeded!She succeeded in drawing the endless freedom that was impossible to draw!

"Roar---"

Sui Xiang roared earth-shatteringly, and the sky thundered, but he couldn't stop Zi Zi from appearing like a tide.

This picture scroll is shaking, but if you look closely, even if it is endlessly comfortable, it is only on par with Sui Xiang.

The giant roared and gathered energy, preparing to launch its final blow.

"then."

A voice came from behind, but the sword was faster than the voice.

Xi reached out and grabbed the incoming Stormmaster.

"gone."

Sang turned and left the picture scroll.

"Why... why can you come in and out at will!!"

The storm condensed on the sword, and the weapon that restrained the giant once again pointed at the giant beast.

The dazzling white light continued to extend upwards.

In the next moment, the storm tore through the thunder!

Sui Xiang's body and even the entire scroll were cut in half in an instant.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the familiar Poshan Town.

Xi looked at the storm controller in his hand, and at the destroyed painting in front of him, only to be sure that it was not a dream.

I really won a good battle.

"Oh, what a drop!"

Sang applauded and expressed congratulations in Dongguo.

"Oh, what a drop!"

Li also happily clapped his hands and repeated the reading.

Even Ah Biao and the others followed and surrounded Xi Tuan.

Seeing this, even Gao Leng Ruxi couldn't help smiling.

"Thank you - what the hell! Why don't you take me with you when you can go out?!"