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Chapter 114 The Red Dust Refines the Heart
"Cough cough cough..."

Sikong scraped away the dirt on his body, stood up slowly holding his nose, and waved the choking dust in front of his eyes.

Thanks to the heavy rain, the sand and dust were absorbed by the raindrops, and the cloud and wind quickly returned to light, revealing a big pit, blowing up half of the green hill and leveling the ground.

A severed arm was hanging from a branch not far away, and a scooped-up head just rolled to Sikong's feet.

Stunned, still floating on the frozen face, Sikong looked at the legendary alchemist with only his head left at his feet, and sighed: "You said you kill someone, just kill it well, you have to go to the grave, you think The grave I dug for that kid was really just a show?"

A drop of Christ's blood rolled out from between the man's eyebrows. It was different from the blood of Christ that Sikong had obtained before. This drop of Christ's blood was extremely pure, clean and crystal clear, with clear spring water, not like fresh blood, but like fine nectar and jade dew.

"I didn't expect that someone would have a way to crack the evil thoughts that have plagued me for ten years..."

Sikong shook his head, picked up this drop of pure precious blood of Christ, and then collected the other five drops of precious blood of Christ that contained evil thoughts.

No matter how the legendary alchemist extracted the evil thoughts in the blood of Christ, but with his death without a whole body, this unique method will be lost forever.

But Sikong didn't regret it.

There is another way to think about it, the precious blood of Christ, if it is gone, it will be gone.

Walking to the messy tombs in Shougu City, Si Kongkong looked down and said in amazement, "Good guy, this is so powerful, it blows up the finger-thick coffin into pieces..."

In the tomb that was blown out of a deep pit, there was a pungent smell of sulfuric acid, and the coke left after the violent reaction. A few pieces of saltpetre fell on the broken tombstone, still emitting sparks .

Back then, he failed to kill the gods in the Gucheng City, and was pierced through the heart with a sword, and became a stepping stone for the current Rhea gods.

Sikong was haunted by other gods, and when he arrived, there was only a devastated battlefield, a corpse, and a broken wooden sword left behind.

After that, Sikong carried a coffin, weeping all the way, screaming, throwing paper money, and delivering condolences, and walked through most of the middle-earth world.

But no one knew that what was contained in this coffin was not a corpse, but a coffin full of high-purity black powder!

Under the eyes of everyone, Sikong buried the gunpowder in the solitary grave on the green hill, left a push-type lead wire, and dug a hole for today six years later!

Sikong looked at the tomb that had been razed to the ground, but he laughed instead: "The blood of Christ, the paladin suit, this competition is enough..."

36 drops of Christ's blood and one hundred and eight paladin suits are Sikong's biggest gains in the ten-year competition, and he can get back the real gains.

But Sikong frowned as he looked at the holy sword stuck on the ground, motionless, covered by the black and white liquid in the polar magnetic mother stone.

"I am going to kill you……"

Suddenly, an immature child's voice came, and I saw the little elf with a disheveled face, picked up a stone, and slammed it hard at Sikong's lower abdomen.

Sikong kicked it out, the little elf was like a doll, with blood on his mouth, he rolled away a long way.

"Father, mother, you villain, return my father and mother!"

The little elf watched Sikong approaching, his big eyes were filled with tears, his mouth was pursed, his powdery face was covered with mud, but he didn't show any fear.

'Whoosh! '

A knife touched the elf's neck. Sikong's hand was steady, and with a slight movement, a shallow scar ran across the elf's fair neck.

There is a faint natural fragrance, coming from the blood of the elves.

But the little elf still raised his head, looking at Sikong stubbornly, without hiding his hatred.

kill him?

Sikong was a little silent.

Instead, Sikong sighed, kicked the little elf's abdomen with great strength, and threw it directly into the vast ocean flood under the green mountain.

'thump! '

Water splashes, bubbles bubbling, elf is still struggling in the flood, with head on
But when a wave came, the elf's frail figure disappeared immediately, following the flood.

What is the significance of the new life born during this competition?
The organizers of the competition did not make it clear, nor did all the contestants know.

Sikong looked at the turbulent flood in front of him, and said to himself: "Whether you live or not, it depends on your luck, and I count it as an experiment..."

Sitting on the cliff of the green mountain, with his feet on the ground, Sikong looked at the vast ocean and flood in front of him, and the colorful lights in the distance.

The rainbow is extremely beautiful, like a silhouette in the heavy rain, floating in the sky.

The sound of rain fell continuously, like misty rain in March, falling on Sikong's bronze mask, giving Sikong a refreshing coolness.

In the end of the world, there were screams and roars in the distance, but after the bloody battle ended, Sikong was extremely leisurely, sitting on the cliff like picking chrysanthemums, admiring the catastrophe of Middle Earth.

Following the death of the alchemist, the bone spear on the chest reappeared as an evil thought and rushed into Sikong's body.

The wound with a big hole appeared hideously on the breastplate of the dragon-patterned armor, and blood flowed out, no matter how Sikong contracted his muscles, he couldn't slow it down a bit.

It was true that Sikong couldn't be happier, but the game was about to end, but he was able to drag his injuries to the end and enjoy this legend that belonged to other outstanding talents.

Time is like water, Sikong sits and looks at the world, like a sculpture, engraved with traces of wind and frost.

The Silver Frost Dragon finally fell, and was cut into pieces by the king of the wilderness hunters, who robbed his luck and gave birth to a new dragon god from his corpse.

The Supreme Staff also fell after others, after Sikong, became the weakest god.

Sikong often coughed, but he just retched, no more blood flowed out,

However, as the world passed, the underground river broke through the surface, making the tumbling flood less than ten meters away from his feet.

Occasionally, a big wave would hit his knees.

'Tap Tat Tat...'

On this day, there were footsteps coming from behind Sikong, and Sikong knew who it was without turning his head.

The fragrance of bluegrass is very faint, but it drowns out the rusty and fishy smell coming from the flood below, and it overflows. This fragrance has accompanied Sikong for ten years.

"Come on..."

As if he had known this person would come for a long time, Sikong looked at the rising and falling light in the sky and the stone pillars without looking back.

"Ah."

A soft nasal sound came, a woman with long braided hair, slender figure, attractive appearance, dignified and cold, sat beside Sikong.

Huo Wu saw the hideous wound on Sikong's chest and the bloodless face protruding from the edge of the bronze mask, and said softly, "Do you want to leave?"

Sikong nodded, but said nothing.

Silence permeated the two of them.

Suddenly, a colorful light suddenly descended from the sky, illuminating the entire Middle-earth world, and the kingdom of heaven was born within, and the gospel was spread.

A true God who is dressed in white and whose face cannot be seen clearly, but who has boundless love covering the world, walks out of the splendor.

He is Yahweh, the omniscient and omnipotent only true God of later generations, and the originator of all western magical civilizations.

However, when he appeared, the eight gods who were defeated and entrusted by him did not come to see him.

It's because, from behind the gate of the underworld, there are demon gods who crossed over to pick up the stars and the moon, and puff up the mountains, making it impossible for the eight gods to separate themselves.

Huo Wu looked at this scene, but Danfeng's eyes were faintly covered with water mist, as if he was fascinated by the wind and sand: "Let me leave a contact information for you, when you arrive at the 'Candle Star Field', I can be your guide, free of charge... ..."

Huo Wu turned her head away and looked at Sikong with a smile, that slender and round leg accidentally touched Sikong's knee.

Sikong remained silent, noncommittal.

Seeing this, Huo Wu's eyes were reddish, she turned her head away and looked towards the sky.

After ten years of military service, she vaguely guessed that after this competition, Sikong would quit the training class, and he would not even log into the second world for a long time.

However, Sikong was like a log, always pretending to be crazy, waiting silently.

Sikong's face hidden behind the bronze mask became extraordinarily calm.

People are not grass and trees, and they have been together for ten years. It can be said that he and Huo Wu shared life and death together, and a faint affection developed.

How could he not know what Huo Wu was thinking.

But with the great enemy of the 9-year empire pressing on his head, he suffers from hatred every day, so how can he have the leisure to talk about the worldly things like the love between his sons and daughters.

What's more, Huo Wu is also Sikong's enemy in a sense!

He did not live just for himself, but also for the thousands of relatives and friends behind him who were already dead.

affection?

Slashing him with a sword, he, Sikong, has no worries and moves forward generously!
(End of this chapter)