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Chapter 118 The Holy Crown of Thorns
The sky is full of divine light and there are thousands of different appearances. Jehovah is worthy of being the only true God who is omniscient and omnipotent in future generations. Even if the power of faith is greatly reduced, under the siege of the eight gods, he is only a little embarrassed, left and right, but there is no substantial harm.

Floods are raging everywhere, demons stir up troubles, slaughter the world, and make people miserable.

However, the big waves wash the sand, and the competitors who can survive to this day are all amazing and decisive people under the entire starry sky, and the speed of the reduction in the number of people has actually slowed down.

When the Thousand-Eyed Demon God died and the new Great Demon God had not yet stepped through the portal of the underworld, the remaining contestants joined forces and were able to withstand the demon's offensive.

On the Broken Wall Green Peak, Sikong and Huo Wu stood side by side.

One is a beauty with red hands and pink eyes, who is better than April in the world.

One has half-browed eyebrows and a vicissitudes of life face, just like a knight on a bleak autumn night.

The temperament of the two is not harmonious, but in this flood time, there is a bit of strange beauty.

"When I'm gone, you take this, if he doesn't die, maybe you can live to the end..."

Sikong handed a pure white feather to Huo Wu, but said some ambiguous words.

Huo Wu took the bright blazing wing, was a little silent, but wisely took out a box from his bosom.

The box is carved from the wood core of the elf tree, inlaid with magic gems, there are lines between the gems, and there is a faint water vapor. A complex and mysterious magic circle is engraved on the bottom of the box.

Open the box, there are [-] tears of angels, shining brightly.

Sikong had seen Huowu's soft and beautiful lines, but under the heavy rain, his face was shining with jade, and his Danfeng eyes were full of sadness.

Seeing this, a trace of hesitation flashed across Sikong's gaze, but he was crushed resolutely, leaving nothing behind.

'Snapped! '

Sikong patted the fairy tree box, and one hundred and eight angel tears floated beside Sikong like stars dotted the starry sky.

"That is?"

"Angel's Last Tears! Why did the missing Angel's Last Tears appear here?!"

Surprised voices came, but the [-] angels shed holy light from their last tears, spinning around Sikong with the momentum of satellites orbiting the planet.

The holy light is strong, and Sikong stands on the cliff, wearing a dragon-patterned armor, with blood-colored plum blossoms and traces of years of erosion on it, telling the sonorous and vicissitudes of the past.

Serene and majestic, Sikong stood there, making people subconsciously gather their gazes.

Then, looking at the divine light in the sky, Sikong took a step forward.

'coax! '

Stepping into the void, a white ripple suddenly appeared, and as the distance got longer, it became clearer and clearer, passing over the flood, the hills, and the top of the demon's head.

It shocked the whole world of Middle-earth.

"This power is..."

Even the gods in the air were shocked by this sudden force, and when they glanced at the ground, they saw a figure in dragon pattern armor walking towards them step by step!
'coax! '

'Boom! ! '

Sikong is like climbing a ladder to the sky, step by step into the void, white ripples continue, and in the end, it even becomes the drumhead of a war drum, spreading the word to the world with the momentum of thunder and wind.

"I'm missing a sword."

Suddenly, Sikong grasped, his calm voice still echoing in everyone's ears, and a black sword shadow rose from the ground, rushing towards Sikong with a clanging sound.

The black and white on the surface of the body, forming the seal of the stone layer, under the friction with the air, gave birth to blue smoke and flames, and the pieces withered.

In the tempering of the flames, the holy sword was eroded by the blue smoke, like a flood dragon breaking through its shackles, it suddenly let out a shocking sword cry, and the sword body shook!
'Whoa! '

The stone layer shattered, a bit of cold light pierced everyone's eyes, and the sword blew continuously, and it fell straight into Sikong's hands.

And after the holy sword was broken and returned to Sikong, the angel spinning beside Sikong like stars in the sky must have shed tears.

In order to protect the angel, the Templars overcame all obstacles, defeated all evils, and even sat through thousands of years of solitude and loneliness, just to hold up the angel's tears again.

The knights and angels did not die at the hands of the demons of the underworld, but fell among the dogs and dogs of the true god.

So, full of resentment and unwillingness, they climbed out of the abyss of death!

Wisps of wandering heroic souls, the former glory of angels, are coming from all directions at this moment, pouring into the tears of angels and the dragon pattern armor.

Then, one hundred and eight drops of the angel's last tears blended together, attracted and intertwined with each other, and slowly fell to the top of Sikong's head.

A golden hoop is like a full moon, with scenes of mountains, rivers, insects and fish, and carvings of legends and biographies.

Strips of seven-colored jade ropes are woven into a precious image, dotted on the golden hoop, no more, no less, exactly one hundred and eight flowers.

On top of the treasure, there is a crescent-shaped ellipsoidal crystal, which is as bright as tears and as clear as jade.

The holy crown of thorns moved automatically without wind, and it was worn on Sikong's head. Immediately, it seemed that there were angelic souls whispering in Sikong's ear, and a hazy troubadour came——

I have whispered the will of my lord.

Holding the law code in hand, barefoot and topless, measuring the world.

Hunger and dead bones, desolation and desolation.

I said to the Lord: Why not turn this mortal world into a kingdom of heaven, full of flowers?

Lord: Humans are born with original sin, only take faith, and the kingdom of heaven is not to be stained.

In the vicissitudes of life, people are like weeds, crop after crop, and I will sink for thousands of years.

If I die, I should not be an angel, but a demon.

In an instant, the holy crown of thorns, which was originally bright and bright, became full of demonic energy, the scenery of mountains, rivers, insects and fishes turned into ghosts, and the crystal clear crystals turned into teeth!

The dead dragon pattern armor turned dark red, and sharp horns grew out of the flat joints, which were uneven and no longer vicissitudes. They were born only for killing.

"God is the chief culprit in the last days. If mortals want to live, they have to live without God!"

Sikong's eyes widened, and he suddenly disappeared from the spot. The holy sword, which had become a demon sword, spread its demonic flames to the sky, slashing down at the gods in the distance!

'Kakkaka! '

The eight gods were besieging and killing Yahweh, but suddenly they felt their hairs popping up, and they stopped their hands one after another, only to see blackness all over their eyes, and the domineering demonic energy passed through them, melting the divine light, tearing it away, and actually The sky was cut in half, like a shattered mirror!

"King Yue, you are crazy!"

"What are you doing! Do you want to kill everyone!"

Sikong's eyes were blood red, and even through the bronze mask, he could see the scarlet. Sikong raised his head to the sky and screamed, his withered blond hair fluttering.

He appeared in front of the Jiarandi god in an instant, swung his sword down, and there were countless dead souls and resentful spirits roaring in the magic sword, which even dyed the sky black and almost engulfed all the gods.

'Crack! '

The Spear of Judgment started from the tip of the spear, opened inch by inch, and climbed up to the handle in an instant.

Jia Randi only felt a burning tingling sensation from his hand, subconsciously let go, and saw Sikong's eyes sharpened, and suddenly there appeared on the dragon pattern armor, the holy sword that had been tightly held day and night, full of life and death. Slap the cocoon's palm hard!

'Boooo! '

Jia Randi was like a cannonball out of the barrel, throwing fragments of divine light in the sky, and was suddenly smashed into the ocean, setting off a huge tsunami.

Sikong turned his head sharply, and laughed wildly: "Today, either ten of you will kill me, or I will kill ten of you!"

(End of this chapter)