"Someone saw through it."
Ye Zhi shook her head regretfully. She pulled out the bookmark that broke at the same time and threw it away. "How's the recovery? Do you need me to get another one? "
"No need."
Lu Baiyan rubbed his wrist and answered coldly, "About ninety percent. That's enough."
After being imprisoned for a long time, this was the first time he felt so full. His divinity was bursting, and his Divine Mark was operating freely. At the same time, he also felt a resonance that was almost within reach.
The other Great Si Ming.
The one who replaced everything and took away all of his future.
"How dazzling."
He whispered, "So dazzling that it's detestable."
Why was someone still able to shine after he fell into hell?
"Let's begin, Ye Zhi." He said, "Isn't the stage you want right in front of you?"
"One more step, and there's no turning back." Ye Zhi asked, "Have you thought it through?"
"Seventy years ago, I didn't make a choice. Seventy years later, I have to live with clarity. I've long stopped thinking about turning back. "
Lu Baiyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered. "What's the use of a spotless inkstone, no matter how white it is?"
It's just a decoration.
"Then, let's begin —"
Yeats smiled. "The journey to Byzantium."
At that moment, the pages in his hand slowly opened, and the poems written by the peerless poet flowed out like water.
The man's figure gradually became illusory, turning into countless flowing runes that quickly spread out.
Ye Zhi, the image spirit from the Fallen Heaven, revealed her true appearance here.
— — The poem from hell!
Distorting the world in front of him.
"This is not the kingdom of the old, young people embracing each other —"
A hoarse voice came from the void. "In the dying generation, birds sing in the trees. Fish, beasts, or birds, praise in the summer, everything that is born and dies … "
Here, summons the arrival of 'hell'!
In the blink of an eye, the cold wind on the snowy plain became more violent. A terrifying roar rose from the crust in the distance. The projection from hell surged behind the clouds, outlining the silhouettes of countless behemoths.
And at the end of the mountains, the track traces began to warp.
Following Ye Zhi's disappearance, a huge door slowly appeared.
The curtains slowly opened on the hellish stage, and the gate to the other side of the paradise opened.
In the snowfield that was littered with corpses, the derailed train roared like a beast. More viscous blood spurted out from the cracks, and the deep sound of bones growing could be heard.
In the end, they opened their eyes as if they were alive.
Once again, they began to move forward along the tracks!
Towards Hell …
The whistle was like a shrill laugh, tearing everyone's eardrums.
"Let me see what you're made of, Huai Shi."
Lu Baiyan stood in front of the broken window and stared coldly at his opponent. "Or are you just going to sit there and watch me leave?"
Between the mountains, in the dancing snow, the water in the furnace above the bonfire boiled again.
A sweet and fragrant aroma rose from it, making one's appetite whet.
"It smells so good."
Raymond sniffed the fragrance and asked curiously, "What did you make?"
"A red cabbage soup I learned from a priest of the Russian Federation a few days ago. It's simple and convenient, most suitable for picnics, and best for entertaining guests."
Huai Shi sat in a chair, exhaled at his fingers, and answered with a smile, "If you want the soup to be thick, the secret is to simmer it over a small fire, control the temperature, and work slowly to produce fine work."
He said, "Patience is a virtue —"
Along with his words, wisps of red steam rose from his pores and spread in the cold wind, bringing about an intoxicating heat.
The bonfire burned more and more fiercely.
The crackling sound of wood pieces in the flames overlapped and blended into the sound of the wind, as if someone was roaring in the distance.
The roaring sound was faintly discernible in the wind and gradually spread.
The fire became hot, but the color turned black, as if all the darkness in the world had condensed into a flame, burning wantonly, tormenting the cauldron of hell, causing the disaster in it to sublimate into a new crystal.
As a result, the mist dancing in the pores became more and more bright and scarlet.
Like blood.
When the thunderous roar rose from the mountains, the wind and snow became denser and more violent. The extremely cold storm seemed to crawl on the ground, rolling up a large amount of snow powder and dancing in the air.
In the end, it carried the sweet fragrance spreading around the bonfire and whizzed down to the world below.
As a result, the pale color seemed to be ignited by that wisp of steam, turning into blood red.
Between the sky covered by gray clouds and the ground covered by frost, that wisp of blood quickly spread and multiplied, like oil paint falling into a water tank, dyeing the colorless wind with its own color.
At first, it was just a thin wisp, but the lower it went, the greater the killing intent that had been cooking in the heart for a long time.
In the end, under the stirring of an invisible spoon, the rolling wind and snow turned into a violent and surging wave of blood.
The crimson storm was ignited by the curse.
Everything in its path was charred black by its rage.
In the world that returned to dead silence, only the roar of the storm spread. The scene of the end of the world so coldly descended on everyone's heads.
Engulfing everything.
At the foot of the mountain, the cabin in the forest raised its head in shock, feeling the terrible malice and curse in the storm that was beyond its imagination. It could not help but tremble —
It was not trembling because of this terrible scene, but because it sensed the gap between itself and its teacher, and felt a strong sense of frustration and shock.
It was unimaginable, what kind of malice was added to the cauldron of torment, to be able to brew such a terrible curse from countless disasters?
At this moment, the blood-colored storm descended.
It blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
Between heaven and earth, only the whistling of the storm that was like the sound of swords was left. Countless cold light surged from the blood-colored storm, moving ferociously.
Wherever it passed, all the earth cracked inch by inch, and all the wild forests collapsed.
The towering trees flew together with the snow, snapped, and cut. Countless green pine needles quickly turned black, turning into little sparks that surged within.
In an instant, the entire train was engulfed.
Destruction rose from the cauldron, and fell from the sky!
Countless high-pitched and ear-piercing sounds burst out from the storm. Not only were the tracks falling apart under the ravages of the storm, but cracks also appeared on the ferocious train, and blood spurted out.
The cold light pierced through the air, tearing the cabin door, and flew past the corner of Lu Baiyan's eyes, leaving a bloody red mark on his cheek.
The curse surged, seeping into the wound, deep into the bone marrow, and quickly dissipated without a trace.
The cracked wound wriggled, and a butterfly crawled out. It slowly spread its wings, transforming from the cocoon. On the pitch-black wings, the black eyes were dyed with scarlet red.
The train shook violently, and countless fragments fell from it, quickly shattering in mid-air, turning into stone cocoons one after another. Countless butterflies flew out from the cocoons, spreading their wings.
Against the blood-colored storm, they rushed into the sky.
Like fish in water, they soared in the curse, rapidly transforming themselves and the environment, turning the curse that could destroy everything into a nourishment pool for their own growth.
Under Great Si Ming's will, Hell seemed to have turned into a paradise.
Countless black butterflies were like ink, flowing slowly in the sky, the earth, and the sky. Wherever they passed, traces were left behind, turning the entire world black and white.
It was like a painting of Hell drawn by splashing ink.
That was the large group of black butterflies that he had cultivated, transformed from the solidified essence of Hell!
At this moment, Heaven and Earth turned into a white paper, and the train outlined by the wild and thick ink moved with a loud rumble. It passed through the violent blood-colored storm, and sped towards Hell.
At that moment, a loud sound burst out from the sky!
The train suddenly shook.
A section of the carriage was cut in half from the middle.
Then, a second loud sound burst out, whistling from the side, tearing apart the surging sea of butterflies, and violently lifting the roof of the carriage. All that was left was a streak of sharp iron light that swept across the sky.
A paper cutter violently cut open the freehand painting in front of it.
Everything was falling apart rapidly.
In the roar that sounded like cannon fire.
A pair of iron wings spread out from the blood-colored storm, and countless crows circled in the sky. Those hungry predators looked down coldly at everything below their feet.
When Huai Shi raised his finger, an angry red light gathered from one of the crows. After attaching the Origin Form Equipment to it, the Iron Crow whistled and dove towards the ground.
Like a cannonball, it rubbed against the air and burned until it was red. It carried the solidified anger and fell from the sky!
The dancing ink was defeated, and layers of ripples were formed.
Then, the burning Iron Crow exploded, and countless fragments spread out, shattering the entire carriage again!
Soon, in the Cage of Dreams, a strand of Origin Form was reborn, and the excited Iron Crows rose from the pool. After shaking off the water droplets on their bodies, they squeezed in front of the television and began to watch the broadcast provided by their companions. Some even went to the entrance of the cage and began to line up again …
This roller coaster ride was exciting!
When Huai Shi raised her hand again, hundreds of flames rose from the flock of crows. It was no longer a small skirmish like before.
Anger, sadness, compassion, virtue, pain, resentment …
Fully loaded.
The black and white world was torn apart by the surging light. The sky also changed colors according to Huai Shi's will, harmonizing with each other. When the chaotic colors surged, everything was shrouded in the shadow of despair.
At this moment, in the mountains, when Huai Shi's raised finger slid down, thunder that penetrated the sky and earth burst out from this world of death covered in ice and snow.
— Mastery · Symphony!
Since Helios returned, this was the first time Huai Shi tried to go all out in a battle — the Origin Form that had undergone a qualitative change had already shrouded the entire snowfield with the light.
When the long resonance finally ended, what descended from the sky was the fury of the entire Ice and Snow Wilderness!
The sound of nature descended!
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