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Chapter 47 One drawing breaks ten thousand tricks!
One hundred stars, from small to large, come from outside the sky.

Sikong was like an ant looking up at the sky. Under this magical power like picking up the stars and the moon, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

impossible!
Sikong didn't want to believe it.

Although this murderer is very strong and is a fourth-dimensional cultivator, he is far from reaching the point of becoming an immortal or a god. You must know that even Yue Buchou on Du Heng Star cultivated to the fifth dimension and was still short of immortality. One line will also die as the star collapses.

Among them, there must be joints that I haven't figured out!

Could it be that this is just an illusion, a blindfold?

But the vast power in the stars and the great terror of imminent death are so clear, it is absolutely impossible to fake it.

Suddenly, Sikong recalled the introduction to the origin of this dream in the Eye of Origin—the space of the dream maker, with the dream as the boundary, transcending reality, where dreams are shattered and people die, and thoughts come true.

A thought comes true!
Sikong raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of brilliance, and the petals of the blood plum slowly rotated, giving him a strange and demonic aura.

I believe that even these stars cannot kill me!
Sikong was full of rebelliousness, and his heart turned into anger, which made his complexion become ferocious, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing the star above his head falling towards him, Sikong stood erect, his spine like a sword, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the star!

'coax! ! '

The sky collapsed and the earth split, the water stopped flowing, and the bamboo forest was touched out of thin air. Just like the pillars of heaven collapsed, the land instantly turned into isolated islands, floating in the boundless starry sky.

The 99 stars that followed turned the isolated islands into space dust, forming nebulae floating in the starlight.

The whole world was destroyed in the stars.

Buried in the cold sea of ​​stars.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, a hasty cough broke the silent truth of space, resounding clearly through the starry sky.

Huadan's weird smile froze suddenly, and her empty eyes looked under the nebula.

I saw a devil that seemed to come from hell, slowly crawling out of the gradually dissipating cloud-like dust.

There were no limbs, the bones turned into powder, muscles hung down here and there, the head was smashed directly, and the brains sprinkled the surrounding starry sky.

The blood that seemed to flow forever flowed out from Sikong's colorful internal organs, forming a perfect ball shape behind Sikong, bright red and strange, as big as the ocean.

Sikong was floating in the starry sky, with a sea of ​​blood behind him.

The stars in the sky all dimmed at this moment, as if the dazzling blood red had taken away their brilliance.

"Old monster, bluff, I just can't die!"

Sikong's skull was completely cracked and his facial muscles were almost vaporized, but at this moment he showed a terrifying smile, mixed with white brain matter, mocking Hua Dan in the distance.

Sikong believed that he would not die under the stars, so no matter how serious Sikong's injuries were, even if he was crushed to pieces, he still couldn't die.

One thought, come true!

Hua Dan frowned and shook her head, seeing Sikong's miserable appearance, like a narrow-minded girl who didn't like trouble, she couldn't stand it.

The sea of ​​stars is spinning all over the sky, and countless comets are gliding to this place, all of which are grotesque, and huge stars are galloping in the raging fire.

At this time, the entire starry sky was moved by Hua Dan's mind, and she even played various tricks, and then, she rushed towards Sikong!

Sikong's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously felt hesitant.

Under the wrath of heaven and earth, can I really survive?
Not to mention me, even a true immortal cannot escape death, right?

There was hesitation in his heart, Sikong was like a candle in a strong wind, crumbling, lonely and wandering, it would be extinguished in the next moment.

If your thoughts come true, you have to believe that your thoughts will come true. Even if you have the slightest hesitation in your heart, your thoughts will fail if they come true.

Otherwise, Sikong would directly hypnotize himself, treating himself as the originator of immortality and the emperor of science and technology, not to mention a starry sky, even the universe of ten directions would be destroyed in a single thought.

However, that existence was too far away from him, sitting high on the altar, hidden in layers of fog.

Even if he fantasizes about becoming a second maintenance person, Sikong can't hypnotize himself, because he doesn't understand, he hasn't experienced it himself, and no matter how much he believes, there will be a trace of unreality in his heart.

But, obviously, the murderer can do it!

Mentally ill patients really have amazing brains.

Yes, mental illness!
Suddenly, Sikong's gaze changed, the pupils that were full of vicissitudes and hatred at the moment became crazy, sometimes sad, sometimes joyful, and even more sly.

Suddenly a hand re-growth, stained with Sikong's brain, sucked by Sikong in his mouth, Sikong looked intoxicated and obsessed, combined with his terrifying and bloody appearance, it looked extremely strange.

Another hand grew out, and was carried behind Sikong's armpit, with its palms stretched out, moving in all directions, making Sikong look like a humanoid spider.

Looking at the galaxy in front of him, Sikong no longer forced himself to believe that he had the power to create the world and destroy the galaxy. Instead, he regarded the bright starry sky as an oil painting on paper.

The dark universe is the background of the oil painting.

The misty nebula is the embellishment of the oil painting.

And the stars are the keynote of the oil painting.

Immediately, Sikong became an elegant artist, his eyes full of concentration.

A painting knife appeared in Sikong's hand, and Sikong scratched it freehand in front of his eyes, and the color of a fiery red star faded away, becoming bleak.

A pen washer suddenly appeared. Thousands of hands behind Sikong fished into the pen washer, and then splashed water mist all over the sky.

The water mist faded away the ravines and corners of the star, and even faded its appearance.

Sikong Duan sat on the space dust, with the appearance of dedicating his whole life to art, painting with ink, and the brush danced towards the starry sky.

The stars go out one by one, and then disappear.

Pieces of nebula were touched away with a few strokes of the paintbrush.

The pitch-black universe and the resplendent starry sky have actually become things in Sikong's pen at this time, and he is up to choose.

I promise, the stars are disillusioned.

Seeing this, Hua Dan screamed, and waved her hand to fade away the starry sky. Her black and bright hair suddenly turned into blood-stained iron chains, and the cold barbs were faint, and there were dead bodies hanging on the barbs, exactly 99.

The blood-stained iron rope came towards Sikong. Seeing this, Sikong seemed to be distracted by someone while he was in the mood for painting. His crazy temperament reappeared, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Don't you love dismembering corpses and iron chains? Then I will draw a piece of hell for you!"

Sikong started splashing ink, and thousands of hands were flying, one by one with brushes in his hands.

Learning now and selling now, Sikong moves the hand holding the paintbrush back and forth within a range of two millimeters a hundred times within a second.

Palaces are taking shape one after another, with cornices and hooks, depressed and gray, with bones as bridges and blood as rivers.

Copper pillars stood upright in the center of the palace, and little ghosts came and went like a shuttle, burning charcoal fire into the cylinder, and kept fanning the wind, burning the copper pillar cylinder red.

"I am Hell Yama, you have committed the crime of killing and killing, and you should enter the Copper Pillar Hell!"

In an instant, the iron chain hanging the corpse fell back, tied Hua Dan, and hung it on the red-hot copper pillar.

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