Repugnant Gateway

On the flagship throne that looks luxurious and noble, Xu freehand slightly opened his eyes and then took a long sigh of relief. He never left this seat, the moment he opened his eyes, he paid a little more respect to the opponent in Yancheng below that he looked down upon.

"You have no cards."

Xu freehand walked to the bow of the battleship overlooking Yancheng, overlooking the young man looking up at him.

He slowly floated down from the battleship, the gorgeous and noble brocade was still intact, and the belt of the divine court official oracle officer hanging on his belt was as good as before. It seems that the previous war has never happened. If it is not that the city wall is already broken, everyone may doubt whether the war he just saw is an illusion.

Falling on the city wall, Xu freehand is still condescendingly looking at An Zheng.

"Young man, what you said just touched me deeply, so for a moment I did n’t even want to kill you immediately, but grabbed you back. I said to you, my duty is to eradicate you, so Talk to more people like you, I can get rid of more people like you more smoothly and easily. "

An Zheng oh loudly stood up from the edge of the big pit, holding a small stone in his hand, and then threw it towards Xu freehand. Xiao Shizi flew three meters away from Xu's freehand face, and was directly crushed into powder by the powerful aura.

"Do you still have cards?"

Xu freehand asked.

An Zheng shook his head: "Unexpectedly, you took a good card and hid it."

Xu freehand smiled: "So I always stand invincible."

An Zheng's body flew back and landed behind An Zheng. That was a figure that didn't look very solid. Although Anzheng has recalled his physical appearance, it seems to be worse than the previous existence like God of War. Of course, that is not a level thing at all.

"amazing."

Xu freehand looked at An Zheng's body compliment: "For many years, I haven't seen anyone practice the body phase into another self. Have you found yourself that your body shape is almost the same as your body."

Of course, An Zheng found, and this is one of the places where An Zheng is worried.

Since his physical appearance returned, An Zheng found that his physical appearance was getting closer and closer to himself. The original form is a **** of war in gold armor, with a dragon on his feet. And now, it looks simple and natural, without the slightest momentum or even the slightest breath. He seems to be an avatar, a perfect avatar, is gradually taking shape.

But Anzhen is not sure whether this avatar is really just an existence without his own wisdom and thought. I don't know why, every time I see the current appearance, An Zheng can't help but think of the warriors created by Chen Wunuo.

If one day, the form of Anzheng also awakened his thinking, then ... is he still in the form of Anzheng?

"I don't want to kill you anymore."

Xu Yiyi refers to the appearance of An Zheng: "Now I want to catch you back and chat every day, but also want to split your body to see what is different."

An Zheng shook his head: "It is better to cut it now."

Xu freehand nodded: "Okay."

He stepped forward, step by step, without any sign of deliberate shot. However, the powerful aura completely flattened everything within a hundred meters around his body. Wherever he passed, there wasn't even a grain of sand left on the ground. At this moment Anzheng suddenly woke up ... Xu freehand, not freehand landscape. His most terrible place is not to make mountains, rivers and waters more poetic and artistic, but the whitewash.

He is terrible white, his freehand brushwork is to wipe everything away.

"Now do you understand why I became the Oracle's oracle? I said, my duty is to suppress people like you, and my ability just makes it easier for me to do all this. . "

Xu Freehand just walked step by step, and the place he walked into became blank. The walls were gone, the trees were gone, the official ways were gone, the ruins on the ground were gone, and even the dust and gravel were gone. It's as if the blackboard filled with words and formulas has been swept by the blackboard. No, this description is not accurate ... If the world is a colorful picture, the world is beautiful, then all the colors have been erased from the place where Xu passed freehand.

A complete picture, where he passed by, seemed to have been dug away and then stuffed into a piece of blank paper.

So it seems so abrupt, so unreasonable.

"are you afraid?"

Xu Freehand went forward, while Anzheng had to go back.

No matter how strong An Sen's sense of perception is, he can't feel the source of this power. This is simply a force that should not exist. The world is real, erasing part of the world ... This is an incomprehensible phenomenon. No matter how it is described, the world is not a word on a blackboard, not a picture on a scroll.

"It doesn't make sense to flinch."

Xu Yiyi lifted his finger and pointed to the sky, and a layer of white things appeared on the sky gradually shrouded. It's not a cloud, there is no cloud. That's not fog, it's more real than fog.

It was a huge, hairy white paper, a canvas on which nothing was drawn.

Xu Yi's other finger pointed to the ground, and the color of the earth faded at a rate visible to the naked eye. The yellow soil is gone, and the uneven ground is smoothed. It's as if there is an invisible hand, smoothing the white paper spread on the table case.

The sky became white, and the earth became white. This white light was still glowing, and the blazing light, so that the place between the sky and the earth was covered with white light. Both An Zheng and Xu Freehand entered such an environment, white and white, and the appearance of the two people together with An Zheng was the black dots in this pale, like a scroll that accidentally fell on it before the pen was dropped. Ink.

This is the world.

Anzheng has fought many people with his own world, but none of those people is so terrifying. Such a world is too big ... I can't see the end of the world. Is this really a small circle of practitioners? Isn't this the whole world?

"You come in."

Xu freehand smiled, the smile looked very relaxed and freehand. He rarely opens his own realm when he is in battle with the enemy, because realm is also his secret, one of the ultimate secrets. Once opened, it shows that he has paid enough attention to his enemies, even respect.

"This is your fault."

An Zheng's smile seemed to be slightly bitter, but the tone of his speech was not decadent, and he did not lose his fighting spirit.

"Just hide the cards, you still have two."

An Zheng stretched out **** and shook them. The **** just shook randomly in the white world, but produced a ghost image. In this world, what is not white is not terrible, and what is black is terrible. It's as if everyone can't easily judge with good and evil.

This is Xu freehand scroll, he is not the ink on the white paper, he is the pen.

His hand was swayed, and a chair appeared behind him. Although it did not seem to be the noble luxury of his throne on the flagship, the sudden appearance was still unbelievable. Xu Yiyi sat down on a chair without knowing when he had an extra piece of rice paper. He sat upright, and the rice paper was spread on his knees, his fingers ... that was his brush.

He wrote the pen quickly.

It was too late for An Zheng to move. A lot of lines suddenly appeared around him, and he instantly became a prison. When Anzheng reacted, the line had become a physical thing. An Zheng's physique is superb, and his cultivation level is not low, but when he punches on those lines, his fist is back from the shock, and his bones are suffering.

He is in the ink painting of others.

"This is my realm, and your power is very small in my realm. But it is this very small that has made me look at you. At first, there was a golden fairy with the same strength as me to fight against me. After falling into my realm, he Even the strength to raise his hand for mercy is gone. "

When Xu freehand smiled, he was like a gentle gentleman.

Anzheng has strength, but this strength is not enough for him to break through the shackles.

Xu's freehands were close together, and the lines around An Zheng began to shrink. The space in the prison became smaller and smaller, Anzheng and the body stood back to back, two people stretched out their hands to hold the line, both arms trembling unceasingly, but the arm was still a little Back bend.

"meaningless."

Xu freehand's fingers drew on the rice paper, and there were countless sharp swords floating in the air around the prison. The prisoner finally bound An Zheng and his body like a rope, and the two had no room to struggle.

"Before killing you, I suddenly had a question that I wanted to ask you."

Xu freehand raised his finger and paused slightly.

"You said, we are monsters in your eyes at this time, so your resistance is taken for granted. Then, if ... I mean, if you really succeeded one day, you overthrew the fairy palace. You became that The person who controls the world, your person becomes us ... After a period of time, will you and your person become monsters in the eyes of others? "

An Zheng's face changed, and the problem seemed to touch his soul.

Actually, it doesn't.

Anzheng just made himself seem paradoxical and hesitant, because he needed a little time.

"Maybe, everyone can't perfectly control their desires, neither can I. But that's the future, I have my own plan and my own goals, but why should I tell you this? Now I can tell you It has nothing to do with your question, it is another matter. "

"what?"

Xu freehand asked curiously.

An Zheng laughed, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed so hateful.

He tried his best to pull his hand out of the shackles, reached out of the prison and shook Xu Freehand, with **** sticking out. Just like when he was shaking his finger towards Xu freehand, this scene seems familiar.

"I have two cards hidden."