Practice origin column

Chapter 122
A large group of miscellaneous aquatic plants swelled in the water, as thin as silk, undulating with the water waves.

A reef, with a sharp corner exposed, has sharp edges and corners, but its surface has been eroded by the waves to be extremely smooth, and even covered with moss.

Suddenly, the waterweed floated towards the reef, and was separated by a hard protrusion on the reef, revealing a... wooden sword wrapped in waterweed.

A broken wooden sword with only half of the blade remaining.

The threads of waterweed that were originally covering the broken edge of the wooden sword also broke away due to this inertia, revealing the already dim, purple-black blood stains on the broken edge, and on the tip of the sword, there was still a bit of silt, and a trace of blood that had not been seen for a long time. The bright white that has been buried in the ground for a long time.

'Whoosh! '

Suddenly, the wooden sword disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

Only the water plants that have gradually swayed away are still moving with the waves, ups and downs...

"Hey, what's going on, why is the sea level lower?"

"Could it be that the flood is going to recede?"

"Look there! What is that?!"

Many people gathered on the wooden planks and logs on the water surface. At this moment, they suddenly found that the entire sea level suddenly dropped, and the inertia came. Many people even lost their center of gravity and rolled off the wooden planks.

Then, a huge shadow floated up from the bottom of the sea, becoming clearer and clearer.

'Whoa! '

First, a pair of hideous bone spurs with corpses hanging from them appeared, angry towards the sky, and the billowing flood flowed across the two sides of the bone spurs, and then the back was burning with poisonous fire, which was so wide that it was comparable to a small island.

'coax! '

The huge tsunami overturned boards and shattered logs, causing many people to fall into the water.

I saw a demon with three heads, six arms, and four eyes standing in the flood. His whole body was surrounded by poisonous fire, and his wrists and ankles were still wrapped with iron chains and steel patterns.

Looking up, the demon towered into the sky, no less than a kilometer, like a mountain!
And sharp-eyed people saw that in the demon's right hand, there was a wooden sword that looked like a toothpick.

"It's it, the demon who stole the angel's last tears and was killed by us!"

Many outstanding people who participated in the battle of killing demons couldn't believe it, and then seemed to think of something, their faces turned pale, and their lips squirmed: "Holy crown of thorns? What is the relationship between King Yue and this demon? Could it be..."

A terrifying speculation emerged in the minds of many people. They seemed to have discovered a scam, a scam that deceived everyone!

Sikong's eyes gradually blurred, lifeless and ashen.

'Clang! '

Suddenly, a sword sound resounded throughout the world, and a cold light reflected in Sikong's gradually dimming eyes.

Coming from the ground, soaring to the sky.

With one sword, the nine gods were frightened away, leaving only a clear sky in the blue sky, without any divine light shining anymore.

A sword, but went straight to the source of the explosion just now, the center of the fiery air wave!

The billowing smoke and dust and the myriad clouds concealed the movement at the center of the explosion, and people could only hear roars and clanging swords.

The roar contained unwillingness and disbelief, as if he had seen something beyond common sense.

The sound of the sword is pure and clean, without a trace of noise, just like a jade spring plucking a string, the sound enters the heart.

Just because the person who wields the sword is a real swordsman.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Sikong's mouth, even if he was very weak, it was hard to hide his unruliness, and even more so, he carried the joy that deceived the world.

The past was vivid in his mind, and it surfaced in Sikong's heart when he was dying.

There is his back when he first entered the Middle Earth, holding thorns and walking in the desert.

There is also a scene where he holds up the angel's last tear under the statue of the tearful angel.

Being reduced to a sacrifice, the crowd raised troubles, the holy sword killed the gods, seized the supreme emerald, guarded the city of Aixuan, and the divine light hung high...

In the end, he carried a corpse on his back and came to the half-open gate of the underworld, which was braving eerie lava under the lost ocean.

"I really envy you kid, you can still go for a walk in the underworld. If I hadn't become a god, I wouldn't have given you this opportunity..."

The transparent film wrapped him in it, and he glanced at the depths of the seabed crack, the portal to the underworld that blinked like an eye, gloomy and terrifying, and wisps of black air drifted out.

For all marine creatures that touch the black air, their flesh and blood will melt within a few breaths, leaving only a white skeleton, but they continue to swim, with will-o'-the-wisps igniting in their empty eyes.

A little divine light gathered on his fingers, and he outlined several complex and mysterious runes, shining with golden brilliance.

Then the rune was printed deep in the crack, and the divine light flickered, and with the sound of groaning, the portal of the underworld was pushed open a gap.

The corpse fell slowly, was swallowed by the darkness, and finally melted into the magma of the underworld.

He disappeared from the bottom of the sea in an instant, while the golden rune continued to work firmly but slowly.

Let the portal of the underworld slowly open at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

'Unfortunately, I don't see the day you kill Middle-earth...'

The impenetrable seawater enveloped Sikong, and the icy coldness sent Sikong's consciousness away gradually.

His eyes finally turned white, the pupils dilated and gradually moved upwards.

The appearance of the sky gradually disappeared and returned to darkness.

But at this moment, a scene was refracted by the water waves, and reflected in Sikong's gradually dull eyes, making him feel as if he was dying, his eyeballs suddenly widened, and thick, bloodshot threads like spider webs covered his eyes , even across the pupil.

Unknown where the strength came from, Sikong held his hands tightly and stared at the somewhat blurry sky.

I saw that in the depths of the hot air wave, the explosion cloud gradually faded, and a demon with a size of a normal person appeared, holding a broken wooden sword, and turned his back to everyone.

Behind the demon, the vain Jehovah looked at his pierced heart with an expression of disbelief.

A golden-yellow, oval-shaped drop of blood slipped from Jehovah's heart and fell from the sky.

The blood is condensed with the most fundamental divine power of Jehovah, and the crystallization of the nine truths flickers. As soon as it appears, golden flowers and the kingdom of heaven emerge, and the faint Bible whispers in everyone's ears.

This is Jehovah, or the blood of Christ.

Blood of Christ.

'How can it be!How could the Precious Blood of Christ appear artificially in this game? !Shougucheng injured Christ, and it was because of him that the final battle was due to him. Is this match a fantasy, or...! '

The memory of the past is like a volcanic eruption, and Sikong suddenly remembered that on a certain night in the isolated city, when everything was quiet and only the night sky was left blank, he casually asked about the real name of the character who played the role of the isolated city in Middle-earth.

"Oh, that name, it seems to be Lucifer. As for the last name, it's a long list, I don't even bother to remember..."

Sikong only felt the overwhelming tiredness hit him, all kinds of injuries in his body had piled up like a tower, and they all broke out at this moment, he only felt his body lighten, and then he was unconscious again.

(End of this chapter)