nashuaworldcup Chapter 394: The demon is dead, prepare to repair the sky
Chapter 394: The demon is dead, prepare to repair the sky
There are many carvings on the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword.
One side is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers and plants.
The carvings depicting everything were filled with her blood. The blood that had merged with the sword was sent into the body of the demon with this stab.
it hurts.
It felt like molten lava was boiling inside his body, and all his internal organs were covered, burned, and melted by the pure spiritual energy that was rushing around without any rules.
He seemed to have returned to the time when he was imprisoned in the flaming lotus platform, and even his soul was suffering from the burning pain.
Little golden flowers burst in the blood vessels, and blood flowed from the eyes, nose, mouth and ears.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
The magic power dissipated, the demon raised its head and roared miserably, and the black mist was completely swallowed up by the golden light.
The ears could hear no sound, the eyes could see nothing, and golden cracks appeared on the porcelain-white skin, like a mark left by the sun, inexplicably sacred.
"Ahhhhhhh-"
Golden cracks tore through his body, and his voice was old and hoarse, like an old man who was dying after a long journey and could not find water.
"Pu Ran...Pu Ran..."
"Pu Ran!!!!"
Hysterical madness is nothing but hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow.
"what……"
Pu Ran gasped slightly, and every breath he took felt like a knife cutting his lungs.
He staggered from exhaustion and fell to the ground, his waist slumped down.
She fell on her blood-red skirt which spread out like a white flower.
His hair and eyelashes were completely soaked with sweat, sticking together. His narrow eyes weakly opened a slit, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly.
The demon's body was shattered, and its dark soul floated in the air like a ball of fire.
Gradually, the golden light like a firefly grew bigger and bigger inside, and the light became stronger and stronger until it swallowed up the entire soul.
To disappear in the six realms is to be torn apart.
The demon is dead.
With a "clang", the Xuanyuan Sword fell from the air and landed on the hem of her skirt.
The whole body is golden, gorgeous and noble.
The sword rang again, and the trembling sword body seemed to dance happily for its own achievements.
A hand covered in blood, whose original skin color could no longer be seen, reached out and placed it weakly on the sword. Only then did it calm down obediently.
Pu Ran’s condition was very bad.
She placed one hand on the Xuanyuan Sword and covered her aching chest with the other. The indigo-colored blood vessels were clearly visible under the delicate white skin of her neck.
He was sweating profusely and had multiple fatal injuries.
Won.
Realizing this fact, she closed her eyes gently, as if she had let go of the past with ease.
We’ll have more to say later.
She has been killing monsters for tens of thousands of years, and everyone who hears about it will say: My sister Ran is awesome!
In fact, most of the gods in the sky are helpless against the evil spirits, and the magic-locking formation cannot trap him.
Seeing him stirring up trouble and hunting monks, batches of people were sent out but all returned empty-handed.
Those gods did not look down on him and were unwilling to take action, but they were afraid of being embarrassed if they were defeated, so they were ambiguous in their attitude until the Buddha came forward.
The title of God sounds nice, but not everyone is good at fighting.
Now, the sky is in chaos, and the evil spirits that no one wants to touch have been eliminated by a thousand-year-old stone.
The air was blazing and flames were falling.
Although the demon is dead, there are still bigger problems that need to be solved urgently.
That is the sky with a hole in it.
Pu Ran managed to stand up and raised his hand to press the rune stone under his shirt.
There is only this one piece left, can it be filled?
I can still vaguely hear the roar of nature and the panic of fleeing creatures.
There was widespread grief, but it wasn't too bad.
Since the sky was broken, she has shortened the time to the greatest extent possible and killed the monster, which took only an hour.
But now she had no strength at all.
The body is like a dried sponge, nothing can be squeezed out.
Bu Tian would have to wait at least half an hour to allow her to relax a little bit of her spiritual power.
There was no point in being anxious, so she calmed down her anxiety, stood up shakily, and with the support of the Xuanyuan Sword, she walked slowly to the front of the sleeping brothers.
They were lying in all directions, with many bloody wounds on their bodies, and only a faint breath showed that they were still alive.
Pu Ran sat beside them waiting, and when he got bored he poked his face with his fingers.
Bump for arrogance, pat for fury.
Pull the ears of lust and pinch the tip of the nose of laziness.
He knocked on Liu Yin's forehead and pulled his jealous cheek.
He hooked his little finger with greed and moved the white jade Buddhist beads on Bodhi's wrist.
"I'm thirsty."
There was a noisy sound of wind all around.
"I want to drink plum juice."
No one paid any attention to her.
Sitting on the ground with her arms around the sword, she tilted her head against the sword, her heavy eyelids unable to stop drooping.
The sleepiness was overwhelming and intense.
But I can't sleep.
She would go to repair the sky as soon as she regained her mobility.